[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Feng Lan slowly opened her eyes, and the bright yellow and warm sunlight immediately filled her eyes, blurring her vision. She subconsciously wanted to close her eyes and raise her hands to cover it, but found that her body was completely out of her control and she couldn't move at all. So, she could only lie down and let the golden light deprive her of her vision.

This is a very strange feeling.

In the bright light, she could clearly not see anything, but she could clearly "perceive" everything around her. It was mid-afternoon, and the breeze was blowing outside the screen of the academy, swaying the bamboo branches. Their sparse shadows were reflected on the half-open paper screen, contrasting with the thousands of poles of green bamboo outside the window. Of course.

Scattered sunlight shines into the house from the gaps between the bamboos. The overlapping light and shadows make the exquisite furnishings in the house more layered. It also dissipates a lot of the decadence and depression of the chronically ill people, revealing a bit of tranquility like returning light. Yi Jingran. The brocade quilt wrapped her body tightly, not even a breath of wind could get through. The bright sunlight shone down beside the mattress, making the quilt exude the warm fragrance of cotton resin from the inside out.

But she still felt cold. The kind of chill that penetrates the bone marrow cannot be driven away no matter how much sunshine, like a dying spirit that has stepped into the Santu River, struggling upstream along the river bed to return to the Yang world, as far as the eye can see But there are still only creeping flowers.

Feng Lan wanted to roll her eyes. Okay, she has been tricked into someone's memory again.

She knew that no matter what she did now, it would be in vain, so she lay quietly and waited for the situation to develop.

The uninhabited silence was soon broken. There was a slight noise on the door. Someone opened the paper door very carefully, as if not disturbing the people resting in the room, lightly and cautiously.

But the owner of this body did not fall asleep.

However, such movement could not be hidden from her lying witheredly. Feng Lan felt that she had turned her head and saw a familiar figure walking towards her softly, holding a medicine tray.

There is blooming joy and excitement in my heart, like the warm current of hot spring injected into the cold frozen soil. Feng Lan heard herself shouting: "Dad!" It should have been a cheerful tone, but she shouted weakly, barely audible as a whisper. When he was about to say something more, he was interrupted by a violent cough. It was probably due to his ups and downs of emotions that hurt his Qi.

The man heard his daughter's coughing and wheezing, and hurriedly ran to her side with the medicine and knelt down beside her. He placed the medicine bowl and helped her breath through the quilt. Through the white halo, Feng Lan couldn't see clearly the man's appearance. The only thing that left an impression was the gray-blue patterned haori he was wearing.

When the coughing subsided, she asked weakly: "Dad, am I going to die?"

After a long silence, the man forced a smile and said: "...No, Ah Wu, don't think about it, it's nothing." The slightly raised voice exposed his inconsistency.

But she was still happy.

In her memory, this was the first time that her stern father showed such a gentle look towards her.

Perhaps because of the deep empathy with the original owner, or because a similar scene touched her heart, Feng Lan suddenly felt a sense of empathy. Maybe under every father's harsh mask, there is a loving fatherly heart that deeply loves his children, right?

"...Dad, don't lie to me, I know it all." She sniffed, her complaining tone seemed to be coquettish, only there was a hint of sadness at the end of the sentence, and her tone was dull, "...Mom Lately I often hide and cry secretly in the middle of the night... She thinks I don't know, but I've seen it all..."

After hearing this, my father completely lost his voice. He was obviously not good at communicating with children. He didn't know how to answer the question in this situation, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Seeing her father in such embarrassment, she broke the deadlock: "Dad, actually A Wu is not afraid of death. A Wu is just afraid of not being able to be with her parents and Jie Ren..."

Her tone was very calm, as if she was talking about trivial matters rather than important matters of her own life and death. Such a calm and indifferent attitude, which seems to be threatening life and death, is very sad when it is placed on a little girl of this age.

"No!" The man interrupted her categorically, as if he had been holding it in for a long time before finally making up his mind. His voice even raised an octave, "No, Ah Wu will not leave. Our family has always been We can all be together!”

Probably because the man's words were too promising, she, who had always trusted and relied on her father, suddenly felt a little hope rise from the desperate situation filled with death.

"...Really?" she asked in disbelief.

"Really." The father replied, without any intention of being perfunctory. "Our family will always be together, forever, forever..." The father murmured, which made people feel that he was a little bit crazy.

She suddenly felt uneasy and called softly: "Dad?"

Only then did her father come back to his senses, calm down his mind, then brought the medicine and coaxed her: "The medicine is cold, drink it quickly."

Looking at the thick black medicine in the lacquer bowl, she wrinkled her nose and lost her temper: "Ah Wu, I don't want to drink the medicine anymore. It's so bitter."

"Then I won't drink it." My father was surprisingly considerate and put down the bowl without much persuasion.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She had taken too many medicines over the years, so much so that she would feel physically nauseous just by smelling the medicine. She knew it was of no use, but in order to appease her mother, she still suppressed her disgust and drank it every day. Now that her father was exempted from this task, she was overjoyed. But it was probably the joy at this moment that consumed all her energy. Apart from the joy, she only felt deeply tired, as if she was going to sleep for a long time.

She held up her drooped eyelids, her mind blurred, and whispered: "Mom took Jie Ren to the town to buy things. I want to wait for them..." As if she had foreseen that her end was approaching, her words became more and more sad. , "...wait until they leave..."

"There's no need to wait. If you're tired, just go to sleep." It was probably known that she was on her deathbed, and her father was so indulgent that she almost responded to her every request. "Dad promises you that when you open your eyes again, you will be able to Saw them."

But she knew very well that when she closed her eyes, how could she see her mother and Jieren again? But inexplicably, she always had an almost blind obedience to her father, and even though she was terminally ill, she could no longer think about questioning her father's words.

"Dad, I want a doll, the new one you made for me for Women's Day..." With her last breath, she made her last request to her father.

Her father looked around the room, then stood up, took a magenta Ichimatsu figure from the shelf, put it into her arms, and carefully tucked her into bed.

She held the baby in her arms weakly, and closed her eyes forever in the pain and peace.

And Feng Lan's consciousness also fell into darkness...

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"what!--"

Feng Lan was awakened by a shrill scream. She opened her eyes suddenly, but was forced to close them again by the sunlight that penetrated her eyes. She tried to move her hands and feet, but found that she still had not regained control of her body.

Feng Lan immediately realized: Oh, whose memory is she still in?

This time seemed different from previous experiences. Instead of letting her return to reality after reading a memory, she was allowed to continue to see the aftermath. I don’t know whether it’s because the key plot has not been completed or because after breaking the seal, a certain existence’s power increased.

Feng Lan was not in a hurry, but rather playful. If it was the former, she would naturally have to study it carefully; if it was just to drag her along, then she wouldn't be afraid. If she doesn't resist, do you think she, Uchiha Fenglan, is a soft persimmon that can be rounded and flattened by others? The last person who underestimated her was now busy repairing the base to avoid being hunted!

With the plan in her mind, she waited patiently for the next development.

Feng Lan estimated that she had almost adapted to the bright light, and then carefully squinted her eyes and opened them slightly.

His low gaze caught a glimpse of a familiar scene, an old house hidden by ancient Japanese-style bamboo curtains, pale golden sunshine, a bulging human figure behind the bamboo curtains, and a quarreling couple.

Feng Lan secretly raised her eyebrows and thought to herself, hasn't she seen this scene before? Is there any point in replaying it for her besides wasting time?

She gradually lost patience and tried to escape from the illusion. Unexpectedly, before she could take action, her body leaned forward without warning, and she fell forward as if being pulled by someone, rolling over in a circle on the ground.

Feng Lan was suddenly startled. There was no wind or waves around him, and no one was pushing him. Why did he suddenly fall down? Moreover, the sound of falling to the ground did not sound like the sound of a human body. On the contrary, it sounded more like the sound of overturned logs.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she looked up and saw a pale little boy in a grass-green kimono staring down at her from behind the crack in the door facing her, his eyes piercing. He also held a wooden sculpture in his hand, which was a statue of a witch that Feng Lan was extremely familiar with.

Feng Lan's eyelids trembled.

These similar scenes, different perspectives...

In the flash of lightning, the previously fragmented clues finally connected together, and she immediately understood the key.

Feng Lan suddenly realized: It turns out that A Wu is wearing a belt!