【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

In the winter morning, the wind is biting and the snow is white. The whole world seemed to have become a silent and mysterious kingdom. Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the earth with a thick layer of silver. The mountains in the distance are covered in white snow. They are giants wearing white cloaks. The trees on the mountain were also covered with snow, and the branches were either bent or overwhelmed. There was a "squeak" sound, and the broken branches were broken into pieces with the snow, but they were quickly covered by the snow. Covers, leaving only a slight bump.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful. The snowflakes fall gently, without a sound, only the endless whiteness, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. People on the street also wore thick clothes, hats and gloves and walked carefully. Their footprints left a series of deep and shallow marks on the snow, as if recording their lives.

This is the first month of winter with white snow.

The mansion in the snow lacks the white tranquility and has more noise that only belongs to the first month.

There are few children making noises and adults chatting, which is the "human touch" that only belongs to this day.

"Is Brother Neji's body...?"

"It would be fine if it was New Year's Eve every year, but it's the beginning of the New Year this year, and the fever has just gone away..."

The clear and tender voice of a child slowly reached Neji's ears.

My eyelids felt like lead. Not only were they heavy, but they were also uncomfortably hot.

Fortunately, he is still able to move. The excess can be overcome by force.

Neji slowly opened his eyes and looked around. There were only a few charcoal pots in front of the tents. The room was a little dark, with only a small window letting in a faint light. The body was so limp that it was almost impossible to move.

It was probably the sequelae of a high fever. The headache was not serious. Like the child said, the fever should have subsided.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream.

Occasionally, I will come back here again.

It was a nightmare, no father, no mother.

Hinata's house exuded a disgusting smell of decay, and he tried his best to get out of it.

It's all in vain. The harder he tried, the more he lost.

In the dream, he didn't even know who he was.

In the dream, he was confused about what he was going to do until the end.

He seemed to be strategizing, but he spent the rest of his life trying to bring things to an end.

This dream was so vivid that the boy could no longer separate it from reality.

On a cold winter day, the sun slants into the room, and the flame in the charcoal pot flickers with a warm light. The light passes through the delicate partitions and reflects on the wall, forming soft light and shadow. Thanks to the gift of light reflection, Neji was able to clearly see the two small figures outside the door.

The world outside the partition is covered with snow and silence. Those once familiar sounds, such as birds chirping and insects chirping, have been covered by snow. At this moment, the flames of the charcoal basin were beeping, forming a warm picture with the two small figures. All of this made Neji feel a little warm in this winter.

Neji looked at the two figures quietly, his thoughts drifting into the distance. The dream was too realistic, and the day of farewell was also the same - such a snowy day.

But it was not so beautiful in the dream.

It was undoubtedly a nightmare, an extremely despairing nightmare.

Even snowflakes hurt when they hit someone's face. The snow in Konoha is obviously soft and can be called warm even when it falls. Only when it melts does the temperature drop slightly.

The wind in Konoha, no matter how noisy it is, is no more than gusty. As long as you close the doors and windows and hide in the house, you no longer need to worry about it.

He knew that pair of boys very well.

They are Aunt Xia's twins, Chun Ren and Xia Wei.

According to the chat between the two, it should be the first month of the year... His body is really not up to par, and he can't read the air even more than he did a few years ago.

Strangely enough, before and after the dream, he actually thought this was the dream.

If this was a dream, it was a very strange dream.

How could anyone wish he had this body in his dream - even though he himself doesn't care about it now.

Rather than strategizing to change one's destiny, it's not a bad thing to be an idle young man.

Every move he made in the dream looked more like a high-spirited young man than he did in reality.

"Cough cough..."

There was an uncontrollable itching in his throat. He suppressed the cough, but two or three points still escaped.

The child playing outside was clever. The brother took Temari from his sister, opened the partition and walked into the house.

Immediately afterwards, there was the penetrating cry of the little girl.

"Uncle Hizashi!!! Aunt Takako!!!"

"Neji-nii is awake!!!"

The little girl's voice was full of excitement and joy, and even the sound of her feet tapping on the wooden corridor sounded quite cheerful.

As if it was some great good thing that he woke up.

The boy is not old, but he does things neatly.

He poured the water and brought it to Neci's lips in a familiar manner. After the other person drank it, he sat aside obediently and started to embroider his sister's name on Temari.

He carefully poured a glass of warm water and brought it to Neji's lips deftly. Seeing the other party take a sip, he smiled slightly and sat aside obediently. At this time, he was doing a delicate job - sewing a name for his sister Temari.

In this world, there are some things that can convey deep emotions without words, just a look or an action. Just like this pair of brothers and sisters, their story is written about each other's indispensable companionship and care with every bit of life.

It seems that there is another pair of brothers and sisters in the memory - or maybe there are more than one pair.

Is it a memory or a dream?

His palm seemed to still retain the warmth he felt when it was pressed against the boy's cheek.

Even if it is a dream, will it be so real?

Even if it is a dream, when you recall his warmth, will you still feel nostalgic?

The partition was opened, and the man was followed by his wife and his brother yelling "Wait for me!!!"

His anxious face was blurred by the liquid, and his wife hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve.

The book says that patients with high fever will shed tears - but this child's fever should have gone away!

Was it a nightmare? It is perfectly normal for an eleven or twelve-year-old child to cry because of a nightmare!

Takako consciously came up with the correct answer, wiped away all the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, and held his only son in his arms. Although he was calloused, he was gently comforted by caring and delicate hands.

"Dreams and reality are opposites..."

Dreams and reality are opposites.

And that red moon is the best evidence.

Is the moon red or white?

The answer was clear to Neji.

How he wished he could answer without hesitation: "It's red."

But he can't do it because he comes from the world of white moon.

Without a father, without a mother, there is no such a united and harmonious Hyuga clan.

There's nothing to be sad about, Neji thought.

This is the reality, but I had to...