[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

New rain in the empty mountains, late autumn weather.

The trade wind carries the cool, moist fragrance of vegetation and forests and blows to the far south, bringing with it the foreshadowing of seasonal changes. The barren mountains and remote fields are filled with a cool breath that has just stopped from the showers. The clothes are wet, and the initial cold is slightly penetrated, and then gradually melts into the barely penetrated sunlight.

There is a dilapidated small tea house located on the side of the ancient trail, half hidden in the dense woods, with only half of the leaky wooden wall and raised tatami floor exposed. The wind chimes on the eaves occasionally ring softly, which is full of ancient charm. While pitching, it is common to see birds flying into the forest and fluttering about wild things, wandering contentedly; listening only to the singing of pines and wind songs, the chirping of insects and the singing of birds, and most of all, it is so intoxicating and forgetful.

The eternal silence was finally broken by a human voice: "Excuse me, is there anyone?"

The slightly raised tone could not cover up the sweetness and tenderness in the voice. When the tea house owner heard this soft call, he suddenly woke up from his half-dream. He rolled off the bamboo rocking chair, straightened his clothes a little, and hurriedly walked out from behind. Wu rushed to the front store.

The tea house is located in a remote place, and visitors are very few. They only occasionally entertain business travelers who are in a hurry or ninjas who are sleeping in the open air. Therefore, the boss regards entertaining guests as a side job. At other times, rocking the small bamboo chair and waving the small cattail leaf fan is the most peaceful and comfortable scene.

Being woken up suddenly, the boss felt a little annoyed, but he still showed a standard business-like smile and responded while jogging: "Come, come, do you need anything?"

I saw a slim silhouette reflected in the bright light at the door of the store. Following his greeting, she swayed into the store, and the store owner felt his eyes suddenly light up.

The person who came was a little girl who looked to be fourteen or five years old, with willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, deep eyes and a straight nose, pink face and peach cheeks, a kind and gentle smile on her cherry-colored thin lips, cardamom spring breeze, Pingting curling up , Even the travel and dust can't cover up her beautiful appearance. The girl was wearing a dry brown kimono with a dark bamboo pattern around her waist and a daylily-colored belt. She was wrapped in a plain scarf and her long hair was tied behind her head. She also carried a large luggage on her back. She was probably traveling alone, so she deliberately chose old-fashioned clothing colors to make herself look more mature, but the sharp-eyed boss still saw that the girl's actual age was probably younger than she looked.

When the girl saw the boss, she bowed first and her bright almond-shaped eyes turned into a crescent moon in a smile. She asked playfully: "Hello, uncle, I'm on my way in a hurry. I haven't stopped talking so early in the morning. Can you come in and have a rest?" With thorough etiquette and polite words, the little girl is obviously well-educated.

Upon hearing this, the boss hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, come in quickly!" The boss is a middle-aged fat uncle with a kind face and kind eyes, and his smile makes him even more amiable, which makes people feel good about him unconsciously.

The girl looked around the store, then shook her head and politely declined: "No, my shoes are full of mud, and it won't be good if it makes the store dirty. I'll just sit in the tea shed outside."

When the boss heard this, he realized that the girl was wearing a pair of slightly larger rain boots, which were rough in workmanship and did not match her decent attire. It was probably because the girl was not fully prepared when she went out and encountered heavy rain on the way. She got it from somewhere at the last minute and it didn't fit very well. It must be very uncomfortable to wear such shoes when climbing dirt slopes, right?

When the boss saw that the girl was well-behaved and sensible, he didn't force it. He just smiled and became more friendly: "Okay! You can choose the seat outside as you like. Is there anything else you want?"

"Thank you very much!" The girl bowed again and then asked, "Does your family sell dumplings?"

"Yes, yes, two skewers per portion, what flavor do you want?" the boss asked diligently.

She tilted her head slightly and rolled her glass-like eyes, as if she was thinking hard about something. The boss took a closer look and was shocked to realize that her pupils were not pure black, but a very deep purple, which was very rare. It was like amethyst ore that had been unintentionally swept by a searchlight and suddenly burst into brilliant light.

"I want one each of bean flour, tricolor, sesame, soy sauce and red bean." She pointed her cheek with her index finger, looking like an innocent girl who didn't know the world, and then added with a smile, "If you have You also need one portion each of cheese, chocolate, durian, taro and coconut mash, pickles or tomato pork belly [Note 1]. If not, just what you ordered before and tea will be fine."

The corner of the boss's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He saw that this little girl behaved elegantly, spoke decently, and had an extraordinary temperament. She must have a good background to have such accomplishments.

So what is the order behind this? Do you rich people eat dumplings like this?

The boss was also very good at everything. He immediately smiled and said: "Okay, one each of bean flour, sesame, soy sauce, red beans and three-color meatballs. By the way, there is also tea. Please sit down for a moment, and we will be here soon!" Then he turned around neatly. Enter the back hall.

"I want strong tea!" the girl added with a smile, and walked to the tea shed outside the store.

The area of ​​the tea house is very small, with only three or two small tables arranged coyly. The boss built a simple tea shed next to the shop to entertain guests. The top cover is a huge gray thick tarpaulin, which is pulled down from the eaves to enclose an open space. It is supported crookedly by several logs. The corners of the curtain are trembling in the biting mountain wind, as if they are fluttering at any time. They will all be blown away without a trace.

There are a few old wooden tables and chairs scattered under the curtain. Maybe few people come to visit them. There are moss marks on the chair legs and table legs. There are also signs of slight decay and cracking on the seat table. It is very weak. It looks like it will collapse as soon as you sit on it. It had just rained, and there were large and small puddles of different depths on the waterproof tent. It fell heavily on people's heads and was swaying. From time to time, a little bit of residual rain leaked through the gaps in the curtain, and you would get wet accidentally. Got to get wet.

In late autumn, the shabby house is surrounded by gloom and forest, and it is a scene of depression and decay.

After lingering for a long time, the girl found a seat where she could see clearly and sat down. She took off her baggage and put it aside. She took off her rain boots, raised her white and tender feet slightly, and moved her ankles and toes. She lowered her head slightly, as if she was thinking carefully about something, with a dark light in her eyes and a sneer of unknown meaning at the corner of her mouth.

Not long after she sat down, the boss brought hot tea over, put it on the table, and said with concern: "Here comes the hot tea! It's getting cold, drink some quickly to warm yourself up!"

The girl's eyes quickly fell on the boss' hand holding the tea cup. The boss opened his big thick hands, with bald fingertips and sharp joints, and thick calluses with deep cracks on the fingertips and palms. She moved her eyes upward and saw that the boss still had a kind smile on his plump face. He had broad shoulders and a round waist, and his 80% new coarse cloth was somewhat torn, looking inexplicably funny.

In just a moment, the girl withdrew her gaze, and her mind flashed through the thin ash falling on the table in the store that she had just glanced at. She suppressed the playful smile at the corner of her mouth, raised her head and immediately broke out into a bright and unscrupulous smile: "Thank you, uncle, you are so kind!"

"Hahaha!" The boss was in a good mood after being praised by her. He laughed heartily and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

The girl didn't take it seriously, and naturally picked up the tea cup, brought it to her nose and sniffed it, then exhaled with satisfaction and sighed softly: "Ah, the tea smells so good!"

"By the way, little girl," the boss smiled and asked curiously, holding a tray under his arm, "Why did you come here alone in this barren mountain? Where are your family members? They can trust you to be alone?"

Previously, the boss had preliminarily judged that the girl was our daughter through her words and deeds; now he took a closer look at her clothes and saw that although the kimono she was wearing was simple in appearance, the fabric was fine and well-tailored, so it must be expensive; then he looked at her hands and fingers. She is slender, fair and soft, and she looks like she has never done any rough work.

After some observation, the boss became more and more sure of his vision. However, he couldn't help but wonder, why would a famous family let their young lady come to this barren ravine alone?

The girl blew the hot steam from the tea and was about to put the cup to her lips. When she heard the boss ask, she moved away from the teacup slightly, turned to look at the boss, and showed a sad smile: "My parents He passed away early, and my brother went away to live in another country, leaving me and my brother to depend on each other. Some time ago, the elder who promised my brother to take care of our two children suddenly passed away. Not long after, my brother had a quarrel and a falling out with the adults in the family. I ran away from home in anger. I didn’t know what to do, so I thought of running out to join my brother who was struggling outside. If I was lucky, I might even meet my ignorant brother running around there. In this way, I ran away from home. Come, our family can be reunited..." She seemed very calm, but by the end she couldn't help but choked up, and her eyes were slightly red. She quickly turned her head away and quietly pressed her sleeves into the corners of her eyes.

The boss was full of emotions.

The girl's words were unclear, but the boss had already automatically figured out a complicated drama of power and grudges within a wealthy family: the parents who were the helms of the family died young, and the relatives on the sidelines were eyeing the huge family property, and they joined forces to force away the young and promising eldest son. . Before his brother left, he asked his trusted elders to take care of his younger siblings. However, not long ago, the elder died in a well-designed conspiracy, leaving the weak and helpless younger brother to be bullied. The younger brother was young and impatient. He had a conflict with relatives who wanted to stir up trouble and left home angrily, leaving only the weak sister who could not take care of herself to face a group of "family members" with ulterior motives. After being ostracized, the girl finally made up her mind to embark on a long journey alone to find her long-lost brother.

The boss, who was deeply poisoned by the prime eight o'clock TV series, was moved to tears by the twists and turns and bizarre stories he made up, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

Don't look at those high-ranking and distinguished families, with their splendid clothes, fine food, gold, and purple, enjoying the wealth and splendor of burning oil and flowers, but who knows that under the splendor, there is a lot of blood and tears and a little bitterness buried under it? How many flowers are there for the full moon? To sum it up, it is really not as good as ordinary common people, whose parents often build houses and whose children surround their knees.

The boss lowered his eyes and saw a wooden name tag hanging on the girl's baggage. On it, in elegant handwriting, it was written: Hashimoto Kanna.

Hashimoto Kanna...this is probably the name of this little girl, right?

However, the big family named Hashimoto...

The boss shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts. There are so many celebrities and rich people in the world, how can it be possible that he has heard of them all?

The little girl still struggled with the scalding hot tea, blowing air constantly and testing the temperature of the tea with her lips. Seeing her like this, the boss smiled and said, "Don't worry, drink slowly, I'll get you the meatballs right now."

"Yes, please!" The girl still nodded politely and agreed with a sincere smile.

Watching the boss leave, the girl casually turned over the name tag that read "Hashimoto Kanna", revealing the round ping pong ball-shaped engraved emblem on the back. She glanced at the tea cup in her hand, sneered secretly, and put the cup back to its place without touching a sip of water.