Naruto: Itachi Hears the Bell

Fuchi followed Kisame back to the base. Her face was ashen, and her dull eyes frightened Xiao Nan. She looked at the wind chime cautiously and did not dare to speak.

Wind Chime took out the scroll and released Sasuke. "Kisame, put him in the dark room at the back." Pain quickly ordered, he was afraid that Sasuke would be torn apart by the wind chime a second later.

"The living person is left to you, Itachi, can I go and bury him?" Feng Chime said softly, her tone was not a question, but an irresistible affirmation.

"Go ahead." Xiaonan couldn't bear it, walked up and hugged the wind chime: "Don't bear it anymore, just cry if you want to."

"Sister Xiaonan" Feng Ling buried her face in Xiaonan's arms and sobbed silently, her clothes wet with tears. Xiao Nan hugged her and felt heartbroken.

"There is one more thing. I want to leave the organization for a while." Feng Chime wiped his red and swollen eyes.

"Okay, calm down, you need some time to recover." Xiaonan patted her shoulder.

"Thank you, Sister Xiaonan"

The wind chime brought Itachi to the Moon Country Ten Mile Gallery. It was her favorite place and a place full of sweet memories.

God seemed to sense her deep sorrow and shed tears. She lowered her head, with raindrops on her face, looking at Itachi's pale and lifeless face with grief.

She dug a deep hole and put the ferret into it. The soil covered his body bit by bit, and buried with him was the broken heart of Feng Chime.

After a long time, the rain stopped, and the setting sun filled the sky like blood and spread over the bamboo forest. The luxuriant grass is swaying in the wind, and at the foot of the mountain in the distance are late-night crows, chirping shrilly, lingering and flying down the treetops.

Under the setting sun, the small tomb slept quietly, with a faint light. The mist was blown away by the wind, his grave became clear, and the butterflies in the grass were scattered everywhere with the wind. These extremely simple lives add some bright colors to this soil that is accompanied by death.

There were some vague sounds in the sky, intermittent, as if coming from another world. Is it Itachi's lament?

"This life is still so long, but it is clearly over, Itachi. Don't worry, I won't seek revenge on Sasuke. Don't be afraid. Sleep peacefully. I will always be with you. You will not be alone anymore." She wiped it. He wiped away the tears remaining on his face and said with a smile. So, she settled in Shili Gallery.

It's night, the stars are bright, the Milky Way is like waves, sparse shadows are slanting, and the moonlight is cool. The sky is dotted with stars, as if they are countless pairs of eyes peering into the world. The stars filtered through the bamboo shadows are left on the calm lake, surrounded by silence.

In the dark night, a pair of calm eyes appeared quietly, pulling out a wisp of endless memories, stretching towards the distant starry sky.

"There are so many stars in the sky, Itachi, which one are you?"

Feng Ling, who had not drank at all for seventeen years, actually drank the spirits from Duanhunwei to soothe his sorrows. The hot wine poured into his stomach, which was as hot as if it was on fire. Feng Ling choked to tears.

Sitting by the lake, her fingertips slowly moved across the cold water, watching the ripples spread out in circles and then slowly return to calm.

A bamboo leaf fell into the water, shattering the moon shadow, and then embarrassingly picked up the fragments and merged them into a complete moon.

She gently stirred the lake water, and what she touched again and again was the lonely figure of a man in a large cloak in the water. The close moonlight was as cold as his phantom in the water.

The moon was obscured by the incoming black clouds, leaving only a yellow halo as big as a copper coin, spreading like a teardrop falling on the letter.

Suddenly a dazzling white fire shot out from the distance, and angry thunder came, rumbling and rolling, the sound was dull and slow. The mountains responded, enduring.

The earth seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Lightning struck straight down like a sharp sword in the distant sky, and the sky was completely broken.

The wind was strong and the rain was pouring. The raindrops hit the bamboo leaves, and the rustling ground became a confused place.

The wind chime stood on the edge of darkness, silently looking at the thunderstorm sky, letting the heavy rain hit her thin body, motionless. However, no one will ever hold her under the umbrella in distress.

There was water mist on her face, and she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. The cold rain made her nerves numbed by alcohol wake up a little.

She stared intently at the moon shrouded in dark clouds, her heart dying. "God even made you cry, but who are you pitying?" She slowly stretched out her waiting hands to touch, but they were isolated by a transparent film. If she called again, she could only sink into the darkness and be gradually swallowed up, until Total annihilation, falling into hell.

Maybe, life is like this. After countless separations and reunifications, you know the ending, but you can't change it. You can only watch the one you love leave, with no choice. Even though I tried my best, I couldn't hold it, so I could only let it disappear. The moonlight is gone, people's hearts are old, and the past has drifted away

Turning around with difficulty, Feng Chime fell drunk in the room. The next day after I woke up, the wind chime was leaning against the window, and the ground outside was covered with broken leaves.

She was so drunk last night that she thought she would be able to relax for a moment after getting up today, but when she saw the damaged bamboo leaves ravaged by the wind and rain falling all over the ground, she finally woke up.

She remembers her father telling her when she was a child that fallen leaves turn into soil at their roots, bringing new hope to the land. But now, the person she cares about is no longer there, will there still be hope?

Happiness does not follow Newton's theorem of inertia at all. It always stops suddenly when gliding is smoothest~><~Forget it, what's the use of venting it before class with a troll who's brain is kicked? Chapter, let’s continue to torture ~ Hehehe

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