[Comprehensive] The Uchiha family’s meal today

Sasuke frowned and looked at the two children opposite him who were leaning on each other.

Fushiguro Megumi was dizzy with fever and had an needle inserted in her hand. She was getting fluids. Tsumeki sat next to him and touched his forehead with her distressed hand. She comforted him: "It's okay... he will be there soon." alright."

The green-eyed child leaned against his sister lazily and said "hmm" sickly.

This scene made Sasuke feel familiar, but his mind went blank. Someone once touched his forehead and said softly, "Sasuke's temperature has dropped. Do you want some cherry tomatoes?"

He shook his head, putting the unnecessary illusion behind him, and took out his mobile phone to check the time.

It had been half an hour since he called Naruto. According to the speed he and Shi'er were going, they should have arrived at the hospital long ago. Sasuke couldn't help tapping his fingertips on the armrest beside him, and pursed his lips tighter and tighter.

"Uchiha-kun, thank you very much." Tsumiki looked over, her big brown eyes moist and soft, full of sincere gratitude: "If you didn't come today, I really don't know what I would do. That’s good…”

When Sasuke came over, he happened to see Tsumiki coming out of the pharmacy with a depressed look. After asking her, he found out that Megumi had a fever and the pharmacy wouldn't even sell her medicine because she was a child.

"It's okay." Sasuke asked, "Where are your parents?"

Tsumeki looked a little disappointed and blinked her long eyelashes: "...Mom's phone has been unreachable."

How could there be such a parent? Sasuke thought expressionlessly that although he had no memory of his parents, the relationship between relatives was...

What do you want? Sasuke was stunned for a moment, tapping his eyebrows, and heard a somewhat anxious cry.

"Sasuke!"

He raised his head and looked up, and a golden retriever appeared in his sight. Naruto hurried over, holding someone in his hand. Sasuke looked intently - Fushiguro.

The normally arrogant man looked irritated now, with reluctance written on every muscle on his face.

Naruto pulled him in front of Sasuke and whispered in Sasuke's ear: "It took a lot of effort to pull Shir here! I'm really angry. He almost forgot that he had a son."

On the other side, Fushiguro stood lazily with his back bent and his pockets in his pockets. He looked condescendingly at Megumi Fushiguro, who was huddled on the bench, and asked lazily, "Are you sick?"

Tsumeki timidly said hello: "Uncle, Hui has a fever."

Fushiguro Megumi raised her little face with difficulty, her palm-sized face was flushed red, her green eyes looked particularly moist, and it seemed that tears would overflow in the next second, but her words did not look like her weak appearance. Match: "What are you here for?"

Fuheishier sneered: "Don't you want your dad to come?"

Fushiguro Megumi raised his head and stared at him without saying a word.

Seeing this scene that showed no relationship between father and son, Sasuke crooked Naruto with his elbow. Naruto sighed and explained in the smallest volume: "I just went to ask Shi'er, and he refused to come, and said... "

Sasuke looked at Naruto's hesitant eyes in confusion.

"He said he wanted to sell Hui, but I tried to persuade him for a long time to no avail, so I just brought him here..."

Sell? Sasuke was stunned, and the temperature in his eyes gradually turned cold. Fushiguro snored casually and blew up Fushiguro Megumi's hair, then looked around, and finally walked straight to a place.

Sasuke asked: "Where are you going?"

Fuheishier didn't even look back and waved his hand casually: "Stairwell, go smoke."

Naruto sighed helplessly, Sasuke stared at Shi'er's back coldly, asked Naruto to keep an eye on the two children, and followed him.

Fushiguro Hui'an lowered his head quietly, staring at the needle in his hand. The other hand that was not injected gradually closed up, and his round fingertips unconsciously pinched the palm, leaving a shallow crescent. mark.

Naruto looked at the two children sadly and reached out to pat their shoulders comfortingly. He always felt the same for his unfortunate childhood and couldn't help but feel pity for them.

The quiet and cold stairwell is isolated from the crying, rolling wheels and ringing bells in the corridor outside.

Fuheishier skillfully took out a cigarette, his eyes a little wandering. Sasuke hugged his shoulders and looked at him across from him. His voice was particularly sharp. He asked, "You said you want to sell Kei?"

Not surprised at all that Sasuke already knew about this, or that it didn't matter whether Sasuke knew or not, Fushiguro exhaled a puff of smoke and affirmed: "Ah, yes."

"why?"

Why? Fushiguro paused, his green eyes as fierce as wolves looked at Sasuke through a hazy smoke, the sparks made a subtle crackling sound, he said: "Do you know the Zenyuan family?"

Sasuke naturally knew this. He had collected information on the magic world and knew this famous family. He even knew that Shi'er's previous surname was Chanyuan, after all, his wife's surname was "Chanyuan".

"There is an old saying among Zen practitioners: "If you are not a magician, you are not a human being." Do you know what it means? "As if Sasuke's response was not needed, Shir took a puff and spit it out. The way he held the cigarette had a decadent and charming beauty. If he took it out and sold it, he might get a high price, but it was a pity that neither of the two people present would appreciate it. .

"This means that if you don't have magic skills, you are not worthy of being a magician, and if you don't have magic power..." Fuheishier's eyes suddenly froze: "You are not worthy of being a human being."

"People like me are probably rubbish among the rubbish. Of course, this is what they think. I don't think I am rubbish, at most I am a scumbag." He also dusted off the cigarette ashes leisurely and continued: "So I ran away from home, and before I left, I beat up all the people who looked down on me."

As expected, Sasuke listened with a blank expression.

"But Hui is different from me." Shi'er thought for a moment and said, "I've known for a long time that this kid must have magic skills. He will definitely be a treasure to the Chanyuan family who are all useless now. Such a cash cow, if you don’t sell it——”

"Thanks to me?"

Cynical tone, cold smile, emotionless face.

Sasuke looked at Fushiguro, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

this is not right.

His expression was buzzing, and his eyes were extremely sharp. Sasuke looked at the smoking man opposite him, took a deep breath and asked in a calm tone: "——Truthfully?"

"Why would I lie to you about a man? I'm not good at lying to men."

Sasuke took a deep breath, opened the door to the stairwell and walked out, leaving Fuheisher smoking alone.

In the stairwell where you can hear the drop of a needle, Fuheishier held a spark between his fingertips, and the sarcastic smile on his face just now faded away, turning into a cold blank.

He looked at the cigarette in his hand vacantly and said nothing.

The door to the stairwell was pushed open again, and Sasuke stood quietly outside the door and said, "Fushiheji."

Fuheishier raised his head.

"If...if I say," Sasuke hesitated: "There are still people worried about you, can you take good care of Megumi Fushiguro?"

There was silence. As if time had stopped, the door remained pushed open.

In this silence, Fushikiji slowly turned his head, looked at Sasuke, and asked in a low voice that was a little hoarse: "...What do you mean?"

Sasuke couldn't help but press the door with his fingers so hard that he almost left marks on the door. He pursed his lips, finally shook his head, closed the door and exited.

Fuheishier was left staring at the closed door, as if he didn't feel a trace even as the smoke burned to the end.

Worried about him?

who? Could it be that they are still those in the Zen monastery who wish they could die early?

A gentle silhouette vaguely appeared in his mind. Fuheishier's hand that had taken all the weapons trembled, and the last cigarette butt dropped, falling lonely on the ground.