【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

At that time, autumn has entered, the courtyard steps are silent, the leaves in front of the door are half-yellow, drifting in the wind, and then fall off when they are dry. The stone pond is finally dry, and the continuous duckweeds are withered and yellow, lying weakly on the stone. One corner of the pond is an unmaintained landscape. The once quiet mirror-like water leaves abrupt water marks on the black-and-white low board. The autumn wind blows open the curtain in front of the house, shaking the light blue wind chimes, mixing with the unique earthy smell of autumn, and drawing the dry and cold air into the house.

The young man who was huddled in the room tightened the quilt and continued to flip through the book in front of him that he had read countless times. He also wrote and drew in the notebook on the side, but in the end he stopped uncontrollably.

He raised his head and made no next move, as redness spread across his cheeks and under his eyes.

"Ah!"

He sniffed, the dizziness caused by the high fever came over and over again, and thin beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. The young man let his tired body fall to the side, and the towel on his forehead slipped down. The white sheets were stained with water color. Directly in front of me was the medicine brought by Mr. Suan. It had an indescribable color and an indescribable smell. The steaming heat had dissipated to no one knows where.

Neji reached out to the low table on the right and took out a red-painted flat wooden box. It was loosely tied with an off-white hemp rope that was about to be broken. There were also yellowed stamps on it. When he opened the box, something fell inside. It is more appropriate to say that it is a suicide note than a letter. The dark red postmark in the upper right corner and the dented flying bird inevitably brought back Neji's memories of the summer a year ago - his first mission.

Regardless of whether the memory of that mission or the remnants of it have faded away, why is it coming back again? Is it because of this letter? Maybe not entirely. After all, you can't take away anything deliberately, which is both good and bad.

From the old man's initial smile with his hands behind his hands to the young man's leap, those things that he thought would disappear like passing clouds appeared like a revolving lantern. Maybe death is not that far away, Neji realized.

The death scenes I saw in those days became reality again and again. It was clearly right in front of my eyes, but I couldn't make any changes. Powerless, helpless, helpless. He self-deprecatingly called himself a "three-nothing boy" and couldn't help but resent his own abilities. If you couldn't see it, wouldn't it be like this? If you can't see it, you won't be sad. The suffocating feeling of being stuck in the quagmire often comes and goes, and it often brings darkness.

Neji tried not to think about it anymore. He couldn't control what he saw, and he couldn't change what he saw. The images that appeared from time to time were terrifying and familiar - the scene of his death, and for some reason, it would appear over and over again like an addiction. Look all over.

The cat jumped lightly from the eaves, its white and shiny fur trembling, holding in its mouth the little kitten with half of its face retracted into the fur. The kitten's pale pink tongue slightly stuck out, curious. Eyes looking around the world.

People are born with a fear of death, and Neji is no exception. By chance, he glimpsed his own death through the mirror. The dark figures around him were all people he had never seen before, and the one in front of one of the dark figures was Miss Hinata with long hair reaching her waist. She was horrified, frightened, but with perseverance and determination, she protected a group of black shadows, and the young man standing in front of Miss Hinata, who was stabbed in the chest, was herself. As he watched the blue color of the caged bird fade, a strange thought crept into Neji's mind.

"Freedom and death are together."

or.

"Death is freedom."

Or:

"The freedom to separate the family is to die for the clan."

But he felt sad that his end was to protect the clan. He still could not appreciate the spirit of his family members who had dedicated their lives to the clan for generations, nor could he agree with his future self.

His figure overlaps with that of his father, and he is only sad but also a little lucky, which comes from a connection that is better than nothing.

Neji turned to the other side as if to avoid it, and the autumn rain fell down, from small to heavy. Three or two raindrops crossed the curtain and entered the house, taking away the dryness and ushering in the dampness and coldness.

"call…"

Burying his head in the quilt, he exhaled another breath, and a small white ball appeared in the air. He closed his eyes hard, but it touched the unhealed wound under his eyes, and the dense tearing feeling forced Neji to open his eyes again.

It seemed to be the same that day, it was windy and rainy, and no one was willing to close the outer door and shrink inside.

The young man's hand raised and fell with the knife, and blood followed the rain and dyed the entire road red.

Neji didn't understand why the young man was so decisive, and after being decisive, he jumped off the cliff without hesitation. The cliff fell several feet, and there was no sound of water hitting it. The rain didn't stop, the wind didn't stop, and everything went on in an orderly manner as if it had never happened.

The magpie will not return.

"I am already at the edge, and the bells of the Gion Abode play the sound of impermanence."

He also thought about He Kong: "The eyes are eager to change the world, but the mind is still far away. The world changes frequently, and immobility is the true feeling."

The old man's smile appeared. A test tube in his hand carried the hopes of many people, and how much filth was covered by a blue cloud. A thousand-yuan note was shaken out from the letter, and the scarlet dots in the lower left corner seemed to be still spreading. The four corners are curled inward, and a line of small characters is crookedly written on the back: "Nothing is good or bad, and no thing is good or bad. Good or bad depends on the human heart, and so does good and evil."

Shaking out the suicide note, yellow and white were spliced ​​together, and the top part looked old.

"By the time anyone reads this letter, I will no longer be alive."

"My life should be simple and honest, and I should have no children."

"There is nothing that can be left to future generations, but I always hope someone can know about this passion."

At this time, Waku's handwriting was still neat, and there was almost no trace of the impression. Neji recalled the old man's two big characters "Wakyu" in flying colors.

What follows is a long confession, which seems to have been written by the gentleman in his youth. It is filled with the ambitions and ambitions of young people, and is full of passion. However, considering that this is a suicide note, the tone has to be mixed with solemnity. and incompatible desolation and sadness.

"What I want to do is something that will change the times!"

"The changes I want to make are changes that will leave a name in history!"

He was indeed a reformer, but why did he change his direction and start research when he passed middle age? Why should Mr. Sir's youthful achievements, which can even be called great achievements, be covered up by a pseudonym and become something to be avoided? Neji was confused and it was not mentioned in the book.

Further down, there is newer paper. There are some clever and lively witty sentences in the deep words, and there are also inadvertently revealed concerns about the country and the people, and the regret of the dying people doing nothing. Further on, the paper is no longer general. Huang, this is his evaluation of the research he focused on in the second half of his life. It is indeed pertinent, but it is also indispensable for some pride.

The last sentence ends.

"Hello and goodbye."

Attached is a small poem: "

Every birth is like a dream, and there are many strong intentions when meeting people.

I am still lonely when I return, and I don’t know who I want to talk to.

The solitary firefly enters the cold window, and a wild goose passes by during the long night.

There is no bitterness in the world, but this is the best way to get rid of the pain. "