Konoha's Thunder Flash Qingyu

Winter has arrived, the sky is covered with heavy snow, and the strong cold wind is roaring. This violent wind is like the ethereal brush strokes of heaven and earth, stained with snow-colored paint, rendering the world into a vast expanse of white, blurring the boundaries of everything.

The woods were invaded by wind and snow, covered with a layer of white gauze, like a hazy mist in the whistling wind and snow.

Qingyu was wearing a beige sweater and black cotton pants. He stood barefoot in the house and looked at the ice flowers condensed on the windowsill. The heating in the room is on, quite warm.

Today is January 42st in the nd year of Konoha, New Year's Day, and the snowflakes in the sky are also the first snow of the new year.

"The snow is really heavy," he murmured to himself, and immediately walked back to the living room. His eyes fell on the family photo on the table. A young couple was holding a child who had just turned one month old. All three of them had their faces exposed. smile.

He couldn't help but pick up the photo, sit on the sofa, and stare at the warm picture, his eyes gradually became distracted, as if he was trapped in a long memory.

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Time passed by, and he sat motionless, like a silent statue.

After a long while, he blinked his eyes, as if waking up from a big dream, exhaled deeply, put the photo back to its place, with a slight smile on his lips, turned and walked towards the study.

He had just taken a few steps, his eyebrows narrowed, and he looked towards the door with a feeling.

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The sliding door was suddenly opened, and a petite figure stood at the door against the light and looked at him. The sky full of wind and snow surged behind her, and white mist wrapped around her nose and mouth. In the howling of the cold wind, Qingyu clearly heard her violent breathing.

When Qingyu got used to the sudden change of light and shadow, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the person coming.

Senju Xueying was wearing a pure white long down jacket and a white knitted ear protection hat. The small ball of fluff on her head trembled slightly in the wind. She was holding on to the door frame with one hand and breathing rapidly, as if she had been running violently.

He looked at Qing Yu with moist and bright eyes, his little face turned red from the cold, and he looked cute and cute. After a while, she slowly returned to normal breathing.

"Hehe, you didn't expect it to be me, did you?" Her eyebrows curved into crescent moons, and when she saw Qingyu's surprised look, she smiled proudly.

Qingyu was stunned for a moment and stood there, looking at her blankly.

"Well, what's wrong with you?" She looked at Qingyu's stunned expression and frowned. She walked in front of Qingyu, took her hand out of her long sleeves, and poked Qingyu with her index finger. cheek.

A touch of coldness penetrates my heart, as if I saw it for the first time that afternoon.

Shaking his head, he asked warmly: "Nothing, why are you here?"

The corners of Qianju Xueying's mouth turned up, her fair chin slightly raised, and she said proudly: "Today is New Year's Day. You are not alone. I told my aunt that I wanted you to celebrate the holiday with us, so I came."

"" Qingyu was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Qianju Xueying looked at it without saying anything. Suddenly her little mouth was slightly pouted and she said dissatisfiedly: "Whether you want to go or not, you should speak."

A warm current slipped into his heart. He raised his head, nodded gently, and said with a smile: "Go, of course."

"Hehe, let's go then" Qianju Xueying smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Qingyu suddenly grabbed her little hand.

"What's wrong?" Senju Xueying turned around and asked in confusion. Then she suddenly realized something and looked at her hand. She immediately blushed slightly, like a frightened little rabbit. She quickly pulled her hand back, her head drooped, her eyes Some dodge.

"Hehe." Qingyu also realized that his movements were a bit abrupt. He touched the back of his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Wait for me."

After saying that, he walked into the back room.

Senju Xueying raised her head, watched him walk in, breathed a small sigh of relief, shook the hand that had just been grabbed, and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth.

After a while, Qingyu came out, carrying a backpack, then handed her an umbrella and a pair of gloves, and asked softly: "It's snowing so hard, you don't even bring an umbrella. Take it, hold it." Put on the gloves."

Qianju Xueying spat out her sweet tongue and said with some embarrassment: "I forgot."

Shaking his head, Qingyu said gently: "Okay, let's go."

The wind and snow gradually weakened, and the world was completely white, with only two small figures walking forward holding umbrellas.

Qingyu spread out his palm, grabbed a piece of snow, then let it go, letting it drift away.

He turned to look at Senju Xueying and asked: "Xueying, aren't you going back on New Year's Day?"

"What do you mean?" Senju Xueying asked doubtfully.

"It means going back to your home, um, your parents." Qingyu explained.

After hearing this, Qianju Xueying's expression suddenly changed, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Uh, it seems like a question has been asked. Qingyu thought to himself.

He immediately apologized: "Sorry, my question seemed too abrupt."

The girl still didn't speak, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent. Qingyu also felt her depression and did not dare to say anything more.

After a long time, she raised her head and her mood relaxed a lot.

"It's okay. My mother left me when I was very young." She said slowly, then was silent for a while, and continued: "I don't have a father either."

Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then his heart trembled. After a moment, he said softly: "I'm sorry."

She shook her head and said calmly: "It's okay. I'm used to it."

This sentence once again set off waves in Qingyu's heart. He looked forward, sighed softly, and said no more.

He was used to it, and he understood very well the infinite sadness contained in this sentence. Because, he is also used to it.

The sky is high and the sky is high, but those who have lost their support will always be as sad as in the world.

Tsunade's house is a single-family house located in the south of the village.

The house generally consists of a rectangular garden living room on one side and a circular two-story main building. The two are connected together and communicated by corridors inside. The round building is paved with brown tiles and surrounded by a sloped roof. The entire wall is painted in beige and partially decorated with maroon stripes, giving it a unique style.

The interior is paved with light brown wooden floors, and the furniture is mainly in wood color. The overall look is warm.

Qingyu wore an apron, carried a casserole, placed it on the dining table, and said with a smile: "Let's eat."

Fortunately, I had the foresight to bring some ingredients, otherwise I would have had fast food for my first meal on New Year's Day. Qingyu shook his head and sighed in his heart.

The backpack he carried before was just some ingredients, combined with some other things here, to make this table of dishes.

Shizune and Senju Yukikura both live with Tsunade, but neither of them know how to do anything. As for Tsunade, there is no need to count on it.

A pot of steaming shepherd's purse and mutton dumplings, next to the braised mutton with coriander and mint, it is extremely refreshing to eat it with dipping sauces. Then there is a dish of fresh steamed seabass, Qingyu's special snail chicken pot, and finally a dish of sea cucumber and egg custard.

Tsunade picked up a dumpling, dipped it in some garlic red oil, and took a bite. It felt very delicious.

She immediately asked: "Boy, why do you think of making dumplings on New Year's Day?"

"This is my habit." Qingyu replied.

"Habit" Tsunade frowned and continued to ask: "Then what is this green vegetable?"

"This is shepherd's purse."

"How did I not hear it being said."

"I picked this from the river before."

"How do you know you can eat it?"

"Uh" Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said: "I saw it in a cookbook. It was a secret recipe from an author from a mysterious country."

Tsunade looked at the table of dishes and tasted each item. Her eyes were a little surprised. She asked, "Who taught you your cooking skills?"

"I learned it myself," Qingyu replied.

"You learned it yourself," Tsunade said in surprise, "You live alone, are you interested in doing these things?"

She was very surprised, because in her mind, it was extremely amazing that an orphan who lost his parents since childhood could become a genius ninja through his own efforts. Now this kid actually taught himself excellent cooking skills. This was beyond ordinary people. She had to ask.

Shizune and Senju Yueying also looked at Aoyu, seeming to be waiting for his answer.

"Of course." Qingyu swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded solemnly, "Eating is a very important and beautiful thing, especially when eating delicious food. Living in this world is not easy, let alone Don’t compromise on what you eat.”

Tsunade was startled. After carefully savoring his words, she actually felt some profound truth.

Qingyu ignored their silent expressions, took another bite of the dumpling, and continued: "My mother sacrificed herself to let me survive. Of course I have to live well and not let her worry. Eat well, this is The simplest requirement I set for myself.”

Tsunade pursed her lips, her eyes wandering, as if she was remembering some past events. After a moment, she smiled and said softly: "You are living a very optimistic life."

"Of course." Qingyu smiled confidently.