【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

(This paragraph is a preface written by the author after receiving feedback after updating for a period of time. Because I feel that people don’t read the introduction very much or the author has something to say, I put it in the main text.

This article has a rather explosive beginning.

The stories written by the author will more or less contain the author's subjective feelings.

The author exists in the world, feels the changes of all things, and will naturally have emotions for the people and things in life.

If you feel sick after reading this, please remember this emotion if you can.

Copper smelting is a crime and we firmly resist it.

It is everywhere and pervasive, and its impact is enough to destroy the beauty and happiness of a family.

It has nothing to do with gender, birth, or environment.

In the early days of the conception of this article, there was a copper smelting case that shocked me for almost half a month. At that time, I decided to include the relevant plot in this article.

I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, so I'll put this at the beginning of the article.

But what I want everyone to avoid is the emotion of nausea, the unpleasant feeling.

Rather than smelting copper itself.

Readers may still be children now, or have babies of their own now, or may have babies of their own in the future.

The author is a small piece of sand among all living beings, lost in the crowd.

But I also want to do my best to preserve every feeling I think is important.

Whether you like this article or not,

I hope that after reading this article, you can:

Beware of copper smelting traps, protect yourself and your dearest ones.

as well as:

Be happy every day!

Don't be like her, succumbing to weakness by doing nothing, and finally end up full of regrets.

that's all.

Still hope you all enjoy watching it! Hope readers like it!)

Mother is waving.

The gentle tone was accompanied by the vicissitudes of the face. The early morning sunshine filled the entire Japanese room, and the child who was less than half a person's height stumbled towards it.

"Xiao Ning, here it is, come to mom."

Sitting cross-legged next to the mother is the father. He holds his hands on his chest, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and he looks at his son with love.

Today is an "eye-opening" day.

Opening one's eyes is something every Hyuga clan member will experience. Opening the Byakugan for the first time represents not only the learning of ninjutsu, but also the beginning of practice. It also represents whether such a beautiful life can continue.

The porcelain doll-like boy threw himself into his mother's arms, and his father's warm hands covered the child's smooth forehead.

"Father! Mother!"

Innocence and a flawless smile are the most beautiful symbols of this season.

The father's hand, holding Neji's little hand, taught the child word by word how to complete each seal. With the father's rich "eye roll!" the child imitated "eye roll...eye roll" in a milky voice. !”

In an instant, the veins on Neji's face were exposed, and his white pupils tightened. There was pride, relief, and something Neji couldn't understand on the faces of his father and mother.

When his big eyes turned to his mother, Neji's eyes flashed. His mother was dressed in white clothes, with a red belt hanging around her neck and tied at both ends to the beams. Her face was bruised, cyanotic and swollen. The white clothes were stained with excrement, and her toes were weeping. Liquid dripping.

Suffocation.

The mother in front of her still looked gentle and kind, and her clothes were still meticulously taken care of. The faint floral fragrance on her body was reassuring, but the tumbling in her stomach and the stinging pain in her throat could not be calmed. .

But he still couldn't breathe. His neck felt like it was being strangled by a rope. It hurt, but there was nothing he could do about it. The food he had eaten seemed to be ejected from his mouth in the next second.

fear.

Neji felt his eyes darken, and the next moment he fell into his mother's arms.

When his consciousness came back to him again, it was already dusk. His father and mother were talking to Neji just a few feet away from each other. The boy's eyes were half-squinted, but the deliberately suppressed voice still reached his ears.

"The doctor said that he fainted because of insufficient chakra..."

The mother's voice trembled, and she wanted to continue saying something, but was interrupted by her father.

"That's it. No matter what, he is still our son."

"In the end, it's still you..."

"What's wrong with me! Isn't this all for..."

"That's enough. Shut up."

The father did not let the somewhat frantic mother continue. Neji heard his father getting up and quickly closed his eyes. This way his father can care more about him, he thought. But the sound of my father's footsteps became smaller and smaller, getting further and further away, until I couldn't hear it at all, and then my mother's sobs came. From time to time there was the sound of objects being thrown to the ground, the mother's footsteps were chaotic and panicked, and the sound of broken vases was heard again and again.

After an unknown amount of time, the partition was roughly opened, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire space along the cracks in the door. Neji's eyes were closed tightly, but he was trembling secretly. His hands buried in the quilt were clenched into fists, and his back was covered with blood. Wet in cold sweat, helpless and at a loss.

The mother's hands were sticky and had a pungent fishy smell. They pinched Neji's neck and then climbed up to Neji's cheek. The cold hands held the child's face vigorously, and the liquid-stained palms moved back and forth.

His mother lay on Ningji's side, her hot and moist breath hitting Ningji's body, and her mother's voice rang in his ears.

"Xiao Ning, mom loves you very much..."

"No matter what happens, don't blame mom, okay?"

"This is all mother's love for you!"

As the words fell, his mother shook Neji's head with her hand, making a nodding gesture.

"Mom loves Xiao Ning the most, so Xiao Ning also loves her mother, right?"

"So I won't blame mom for anything that happens."

The mother casually put down Neji's head and staggered out of the room. The loud noise from the partition door announced the end of this one-sided conversation.

Only the neck is no longer warm, and the sticky liquid slowly hardens.

Neji was woken up by his mother. There was a candle lamp with a flickering flame, and the room was flickering.

The warm yellow firelight illuminated the mother's soft cheeks. It was as if yesterday had never happened, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and lips revealed the helpless vicissitudes of life.

Looking down by the light, I saw that the bloody footprints on the tatami had been cleaned up, and the blood stains on the body had disappeared.

Mother was sitting on her knees next to the partition, as if she was about to go out. Her hands were half retracted in the sleeves of her kimono, only revealing her almost transparent fingertips that were illuminated by the light.

Mother is waving.

"Xiao Ning, come here."

The firelight was as warm as the early morning, but something seemed to change quietly.

"Mother?"

Neji's innocent call became the last straw that overwhelmed the woman. Her black hair hung down to the ground, and a few tears rolled out of her purple-white eyes, but she quickly adjusted herself, no matter what A natural smile spread across the mother's slightly wrinkled cheeks.

"Xiao Ning, come here."

Neji's little hand was tightly held in his mother's hand. His mother's hand was clammy and a little colder than before.

Every step she took was so difficult. With slightly trembling hands, she opened the door of a room.

"Sir, I brought it."

The mother pushed Neji into the room vigorously and quickly closed the only door in the room.

The child failed to stand firm and stumbled to the ground. There is no light here, and the faint moonlight shines into the room through the high fence window, outlining the outline of another man.

The man's face cannot be seen clearly, but inexplicably, one can "see" the man's excitement and impatience.

As the dangerous aura approached, Neji immediately looked behind him for his mother. His small hands were about to grab the corner of his mother's clothes, but he was caught on the other side of the world by the door.

Neji lay half-lying on the floor, grabbing the child's ankle with an old and wrinkled hand. The man was old but his strength was not diminished. The child's delicate forearm was pinched between the door cracks, leaving red and swollen lines.

"Woo..."

The child's fragile tear glands began to work, and tears rolled in his eyes. He wanted to cry but was muffled by the man's hand. The strong old man's smell filled his nose, and Neji's baby teeth touched the other man's palm without hesitation.

Dried straw with a rat smell was stuffed into his mouth indiscriminately, and his delicate skin was forced to be exposed to the humid air. Neji felt as if something important had left him.

The small, dark and damp space was filled with the sound of the whip falling and being raised again. The sound of hitting mixed with the sound of cutting through the air.

Tearing pain.

There was no part of his body that was not covered in salty moisture. The boy lying on the ground was almost unconscious. He half-opened his eyes and let saliva slide down the corners of his lips.

The warehouse was in disrepair and was cold and damp, and the smell in the air was really not pleasant. From time to time, the sound of leaves being blown by the evening breeze came through the window.

The night is slightly cooler.

The bright moonlight illuminated the concrete floor, where there were traces of blood dug out by the child's fingers. Its owner, however, was no longer able to struggle. He could only look at the small square supported by the vertical pole. The full moon was cut into sixteen parts and scattered in every corner of the boy. It was round and missing, and it was missing and round again. .

The tears disappeared.

Like an insect gnawing away, the pain started from the toes upwards, along the boy's white legs, across the undulating chest, overflowing through the pure and bright eyes, and over the black hair.

Encased in mud.

The moonlight has faded, and half a ray of morning light shines into the bathroom from outside the house. The boy's milky white skin has turned red from repeated washing.

Can't be washed clean.

Something seemed to dissipate silently in his bloodshot eyes. Neji shivered and put on his coat, which was completely white. The boy clutched the white coat tightly, as if it was his last life-saving straw, as if the pain of such tearing was It will weaken a lot.

"This is your destiny."

This is what my mother said last night.

"Mother mother..."

The little human squeezed out of the steaming bathroom, calling out to his loved ones.

"tick"

"tick"

The moment he raised his head, Neji held his breath and didn't dare to move. I could only hear my heart beating violently, with a pain that felt like it was shattering.

"what!!!!"