[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

In the golden autumn season, on an ordinary late night, a new group of patients was welcomed into the Department of Injury and Disease of Konoha Hospital.

Fei Shi was woken up from the duty room, and when he stepped into the waiting room expressionlessly, he was immediately surrounded by the thick smell of blood and wailing in the air.

The head nurse who was so busy that he saw him was like seeing a savior, and rushed over with a mixture of anxiety and hope: "Great, Mr. Fei Shi, you are finally here!"

Fei Shi quickly scanned the conditions of the purple-skinned patients around him, nodded and said, "What's going on?"

The head nurse wiped the cold sweat off her face, and explained quickly:

"A group of dispatched personnel were ambushed by sand ninja when they passed the border of the country of wind. One of them was the son and daughter-in-law of the puppet master Chiyo, who were very good at using poison. We suffered heavy casualties. Master Tsunade was unable to come back from the front line. Now One-third of the wounded here have stopped breathing! Quickly think of a way—”

"Crimson World!"

A clear boyish voice suddenly came across most of the room, interrupting the head nurse's words, and also made the young man with cherry hair follow the prestige, and recognized the person who was eagerly rushing towards him at a glance.

He subconsciously stretched out his arms to catch him, and called out, "Shuimen?"

I haven't seen you for a few years, and the already tall boy panicked like a child, and bumped his head into his arms: "Fei Shi! You must save Mr. Shuo Mao! He helped me block the enemy's attack. poisoned!"

He raised his head from his arms with a sincere expression, his blue eyes were frail and flustered, revealing his dependence and helplessness.

The head nurse hurriedly added after hearing the words: "Master Bai Fang killed the couple, but the injuries are also the most serious so far! They are already in the operating room for rescue, and we are waiting for you to pass!"

"I see."

Fei Shi responded calmly, habit made him raise his hand and wanted to rub Minato's head like before, but suddenly found that the boy's head had jumped up to his chin, and it was no longer a ball of childish golden fur balls like before.

His hand paused, and finally landed on Minato's shoulder.

Minato was taken aback.

Watching Fei Shi enter the operating room in a daze, the young man stood there for a while, then raised his hand to touch his shoulder, with a sense of loss and trance in his blue eyes.

The intense rescue work went on all night, and when the last patient was pushed into the intensive care unit at noon, Fei Shicai finally got a little room to breathe, and returned to the doctor's lounge with slightly heavy steps.

Not surprisingly, he will spend the next few days here.

And when he pushed the door open while kneading his stiff shoulders, unexpectedly and logically, he was greeted by a Minato boy with a Band-Aid on his face.

"Fei Shi! Are you okay? Where is Mr. Shuo Mao?"

Minato had just taken out the lunch that had been warmed up at home—they used to be supper and breakfast—and put it on the table, when he saw Feishi enter the door, he immediately greeted him, his blue eyes as deep as the ocean were full of worry.

Fei Shi gave him a tired look, and nodded slowly: "I'm fine, Hatake Sakumo is basically out of danger, don't worry."

Minato breathed a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his heart that had been raised all night: "That's good."

He put down the lunch box, looked up at Fei Shi, and suddenly noticed his obvious fatigue, and quickly pulled him to the table: "Eat something and rest! I haven't eaten anything since last night, and my body will feel tired." Can't take it!"

Fei Shi obediently let him push himself to the edge of the table, took the chopsticks and miso soup he handed over, took a sip with lowered eyes, his brows and eyes slightly relaxed.

"It's really nostalgic. It's the taste of Minato cuisine."

Minato burst out laughing: "What the hell is 'Minato Cuisine'!"

While laughing and complaining, he walked around behind Fei Shi and helped him beat his back, the position happened to be the part he kneaded when he entered the door.

The shoulders, which had been repeatedly dispensing medicine and holding the scalpel all night, were already sore and stiff, and they gradually relaxed after being beaten with moderate strength.

Fei Shi took another sip of the wonderful craftsmanship that he hadn't tasted in a few years, which was no less than that of his eldest sister, and his expression gradually showed a calmness and relaxation that he would never have in front of outsiders, without the coldness of repelling others thousands of miles away.

He tilted his head and asked in a peaceful tone: "Is it hard on the battlefield?"

Minato focused on serving him, without raising his head, he said, "It's okay."

"Has Zilai taught you well?"

"It's barely there, I'm very good now, don't worry!"

"How are you getting along with your teammates? Have you made any friends?"

"..."

The young man behind him didn't answer for a long time, Fei Shi turned his head with some doubts, and suddenly met a pair of eyes full of surprise and novelty.

He asked blankly, "What kind of eyes do you have?"

Minato's reaction was exaggerated: "I just want to ask you why you can ask such a question! Feishi, you used to be completely ignorant of other people's situation!"

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"...It depends on the situation."

Fei Shi thought about it for a while, and it didn't seem so strange.

"You are the child I watched growing up. When I came back from a long trip, of course I have to ask some questions to make sure that you are still growing in the direction of good sunshine, which makes sense."

Minato's eyes widened, his pupils dilated slightly, and there was an extremely gentle and warm smile on the corner of his mouth. He stared at him intently, his eyes seemed to be filled with countless bright stars, bright and obviously moved.

Fei Shimu looked back at him with a sullen face.

"It's weird how you show such relief to me, Minato."

"Hey? Is there any?"

The blond boy said this, scratching his head in embarrassment, but his smile became brighter and brighter, showing a full-fledged look of pretending to be stupid.

Fei Shi glanced at him, then looked back indifferently.

Minato stuck out her tongue secretly, sat down across from him courteously, and looked at him with a smile on her face: "Hey, Fei Shi, have you kept our agreement?"

"Of course." Fei Shi replied without hesitation, with a sense of certainty in his flat tone, "I help people in difficulties who appear in front of me every day."

Minato looked at him with his hands on his chin, his eyes gradually softened: "Really?"

Fei Shi frowned slightly: "It's true."

He seemed a little dissatisfied with his doubts, and began to list various examples:

"Accept the request of a sick colleague, guide the lost old man, help the child remove the ball from the tree, support the poor students and patients, and occasionally help the third generation solve several difficult tasks..."

The sakura-haired youth who said a lot of things in one breath seemed to have a trace of helplessness on his face, as if he was a bit troublesome, but in the end, his expression was calm, without any negative disgust or coldness.

Minato quietly looked at him like this, his eyes were already full of warmth before he knew it, his eyes were focused to pious, as if a wandering chick had found a home.

He looked at Fei Shi like this, and after a while he sighed silently, contentedly and happily, and asked with a smile, "How does Fei Shi feel when he helps others?"

Fei Shi stopped talking, his blue eyes reflected his look of full expectation, and said without any fluctuations in his tone: "I can gain a small amount of [favorite], and if the target is women and children, there will be more, it is not considered as nothing. Gratuitous actions barely meet [Equivalent Exchange].”

Minato's smile froze suddenly.

The anticipation on his face slowly disappeared, he looked at him blankly for a while, then seemed to want to cover up his gaffe, picked his cheek with his index finger and smiled again, and said with a dry smile: "Ahaha... Is that so? That would be wonderful..."

Even if Fei Shi is not proficient in micro-expressions, he can still see the reluctance in his smile.

The young man who forced himself to smile gradually lowered his voice as he talked, his eyes couldn't help showing a little loss and sadness that he thought he had concealed, even his golden hair seemed to have lost its color and drooped sluggishly.

He was feeling sorry for him.

Fei Shi looked at Minato quietly, with calm scrutiny and evaluation in his eyes, it seemed a little unreasonable.

After a while, he put away the indifferent eyes that never changed, tilted his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "However, besides this, there are some other feelings."

Minato's eyelids trembled, and he looked up at him in a puzzled and dazed manner.

Fei Shi stared at a point in the air out of focus, showing a look of reminiscence: "I have a strange feeling in the process of helping others."

"Strange feeling?...What kind of feeling?" Minato asked in a low mood. He seemed overwhelmed and had no hope of what Fei Shi would say.

Fei Shi turned his gaze back to look at him, and said calmly but sharply: "You asked me to help others every day, because you hoped that I could learn human emotions little by little through close observation, is that so?"

"...Hmm." Minato replied sullenly.

"There's no need to show such an expression, Minato."

Fei Shi stretched out his hand and tapped the brows of the blond boy, his knuckles were glistening white.

"I used to just stand on the sidelines and watch, but your method allowed me to participate in it myself, allowing me to directly witness the kindness and purity in this world, gain gratitude and smiles, and of course, also see selfishness and ugliness. These They are all the emotions exposed by human beings, if you get close to these, you may really be able to get in touch with the essence of human beings."

Minato looked at his flawless face up close, smelled a familiar light fragrance different from hospital disinfectant at the tip of his nose, and suddenly felt a fever on his cheeks for some reason.

He blinked back to his senses, and said sadly and disappointedly: "But it turns out that this is useless."

Fei Shi tilted his head slightly: "Who said it's useless?"

Minato looked at him unmotivated, obviously not convinced: "What's the use?"

His battered look is very much like a golden retriever who failed to get what he wanted, but he has grown up a lot compared to previous years.

Fei Shi thought so, but couldn't hold back, and rubbed his head like before.

Minato immediately looked annoyed, and pulled his hand off: "Don't treat me like a child anymore, Feishi! I'm no longer the brat I used to be!"

"Well, I've grown up quite a bit, and I can barely be considered an adult." Fei Shi nodded kindly, and took his hand back from Minato's palm very naturally.

Minato froze for a moment, and his fingertips trembled involuntarily, as if he was about to make some remedial action, as if... he wanted to grab that hand that was so perfect that it didn't look like a ninja.

The blond boy was taken aback by his own thoughts, before he had time to think deeply, he heard Fei Shi gently reveal the affirmation just now, and continued the previous topic.

"You probably didn't pay attention to the weird feeling I was talking about. It's been getting more and more obvious lately."

He averted his gaze and looked at the noon sun outside the window, with vague blankness flashing in his eyes: "Over the years, I have received a lot of thanks and seen many smiles from the heart, and those people gave me these, just Because I helped them casually in the first place."

He turned his gaze back to the water gate, his blue eyes like two windless spring lakes: "That feeling is a bit like after a few years, I saw my sister's desk still has the book I gave her a few years ago. Gifts. Kind of, but not quite."

Minato stared at him blankly, and murmured, "This is too abstract, um... what does that feel like?"

"I can't tell, you know I'm not good at it."

Fei Shi slightly frowned, thought for a while, and suddenly said to Minato: "This agreement between me and you, do you want it to continue?"

Minato stared at him fixedly, without answering immediately.

The cherry-haired young man at this moment has a faint bluish black under his eyes, but it doesn't affect his handsomeness in the slightest.

He looked at him calmly, although his face was expressionless, but the chilling indifference that was not human beings lingered around him when we first saw him, almost disappeared, replaced by a settled maturity Calmness is the peace and indifference created by wisdom and experience.

However, his eyes still lacked too much warmth, no, there was still not even a trace of warmth in his eyes.

He just polished off the cold edges and learned to hide himself with a human-like, seemingly gentle mask.

So Minato's eyes dimmed, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips towards him, with a gentle but firm voice: "Well, I hope this agreement will continue, Feishi."

There was no surprise on Fei Shi's face, and he nodded as usual: "I know. Actually, even if you don't tell me, I will continue."

Minato pushed some cold food in front of him, and said with a smile, "Why?"

Fei Shi obediently picked up the miso soup and drank it down. After deliberating in silence for a while, he said, "Because I don't hate that feeling."

Minato's eyes lit up.He chuckled and asked: "Oh, is it, don't you hate it?"

Being reminded of the meaning in his words, Fei Shi also reacted immediately, and changed his words compromisingly: "Mmm... no, I like it very much."

Minato's smile brightened all of a sudden, the disappointment just now disappeared in an instant, and her blue eyes became bright again.

Fei Shi held the empty bowl in both hands and stared at him for a while, his brows and eyes relaxed slightly, and he sighed softly.

"Someone once told me that as long as you are a human being, you will feel lonely. I didn't understand it at first, but now, I seem to understand a little bit."

The cold voice echoed in the room, and the eyes of the cherry-haired young man, like a piece of emerald in a snowy sky, slowly deepened.

Watergate froze for a moment.

He pondered the meaning of Fei Shi's words, slowly stopped his movements, stared at him blankly, and asked dullly and in disbelief: "Hey...? Why do you say that... Do you feel lonely, Fei Shi?" ?”

Fei Shi looked at him quietly, did not answer directly, but asked instead: "Is it easy for you to accept and get used to being separated from me?"

Minato's eyebrows twitched, and he blurted out reflexively: "Of course not!"

At the bottom of his heart, he always kept in mind the panic he felt a few years ago when Fei Shi said that the disease had been cured and he was no longer needed to follow him.Let him gain warmth and then lose it, it would be better to kill him directly.

He thought that Fei Shi wanted to abandon him again, but to his surprise, before he showed any fear, Fei Shi nodded and agreed with him: "Me too."

"……what?"

"Habit is a terrible thing." Fei Shi Fei Shi calmly confessed, looking sideways out of the window, the remoteness and deep thinking that Minato will never be able to touch gradually appeared on his face, and even his eyes became dazed.

"Humans are indeed social animals. If they want to survive, they must communicate with others. From this point of view, I can't be exempt."

The blond boy looked at him like this, pursed his lips slightly where he couldn't see, and suddenly smiled: "The meaning of this, can I understand that... Fei Shi can't leave me anymore?"

Fei Shi withdrew his gaze, looked at him contemplatively and intently, and after a long while, unexpectedly nodded slowly and honestly: "Yes, you can understand it this way."

——You can understand it like this.

—I can't leave you, just as you can't leave me.

"..."

Minato's mouth opened, and then closed silently.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, he lowered his gaze, and smiled slowly.

"……what the hell."

It's too foul to say such a thing in a serious manner.

The blond boy muttered this sentence, raised his head in a good mood, glanced at Fei Shi, took the bowl from his hand with a smile, and said softly, "Would you like another bowl?"

There was light in his eyes, reflecting the young man opposite him.

Fei Shi immediately put the conversation just behind him, nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Minato's smile suddenly widened.

The slender boy turned around to serve the soup, Fei Shi rested his chin on his hand and looked at his back, feeling peaceful in his heart.

He felt that life like this was good, really good.When you think about it, the creature named Uchiha Feishi, if you put aside the unfulfilled promises and the desire to see someone's smile again, there is nothing left.

I thought the return date was far away, but one after another, he was given a home by the person who loved him. As the young man who was willing to dedicate everything to him said, he never felt lonely again.

From the sunny baby floating under the eaves, the sweet dumpling that is not allowed to be used as a meal but always appears after the meal, to the chalk powder floating in the air, the smell of clean disinfectant, the back of the boy who grows up day by day, somehow, like It was something as ordinary as being plated with gold that occupied his memory and life.

At first, he took Namikaze Minato's company casually just for his own survival. He didn't expect anything in return, but the indifference of following the deal was exchanged for countless warmth, which only made him who was cold in his heart feel warm.

So even if the collection of emotions is far from enough for him to enter the next point in time, he will no longer feel anxious.

If everything can maintain the status quo, then Fei Shi thought, before the destined day of parting, he is willing to let go of everything and protect the smile and happiness of the person who has the sky in his eyes.

——However, the development of facts is doomed to not always be satisfactory.

The author has something to say: Minato boy slowly became more scheming, hhh