[Hokage] I don't need that kind of thing at all

At this time, the twilight was closing in, and the light passing through the window bars became a little blurred.Except for the tabletop under the window, the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.

Mizuki Yibuki was still holding the two pieces of paper that had been cut in mid-air in a panic, and the thin sweat from her fingertips seemed to have wet the edges of the paper.His outstretched hand trembled slightly, for a moment he didn't know whether to retract or continue to pick up all the piles scattered on the ground.

The paper was originally white, but it was coated with a hazy halo by the light, so that the content on it was particularly soft.

One on top of the other, the floor at the corner of the table is covered layer by layer.

The lines are clear, the painting is rigorous, and the brush strokes are soft, all of the outlines... are the same delicate and handsome faces that still have some youthful and youthful faces.

The eyebrows of the person in the painting are slender but not weak, but full of the unique youthful spirit.Even if the eyes are not bent, there is a bit of a smile, the tails of the eyes are not frivolously raised, and the corners of the mouth also vaguely evoked a similar arc, showing a clever cunning.

A few more strokes were added, and the black and smooth long hair was drawn neatly behind the head by the headband, leaving two strands of bangs on the shoulders, making the curve of the neck more beautiful and attractive.

Mizuki Ibuki has been squatting for a long time, and her ankles are slightly numb.He slowly picked up the one closest to him and looked down.

The young boy in the painting sits cross-legged among the grasses under the tree, looking at the black cat lying on his knees scratching its paws with a smile on his eyes, and with his left hand, he picks up the fur on the back of the black cat's neck and gently pulls it upwards.The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing the tips of his small white teeth.

Pick up another one, the viewing angle is from top to bottom.

The young man is still sitting in that posture, but his back is bent, his head is lowered, and his eyes are cautiously looking up. He looks like he has made a mistake but dare not make a sound. The arc of his mouth is flattering, making people Just looking at those eyes makes me unbearable.

Mizuki Yibuki slowly picked up one after another, picked up one and saw one clearly.

Teenagers are sitting or standing, or lying or lying down, or smiling, or gazing into the distance, or sitting at the dining table and patting their stomachs contentedly, or posing in a fighting posture ready to go... No matter what state they are in, All the portraits seem to be from the perspective of the same person, with one or two sentimental and tender words written from time to time.

That person should be half a head taller than him, and he must be looking at him with a patient and gentle gaze, so focused that he can describe every frozen moment in detail.

When the papers scattered on the ground were almost in his hands, Mizuki Ibuki picked up the last one, and felt his eye sockets swell, as if something was about to burst out.

The last one I picked up should also be the one on the bottom. It is no longer a portrait, and there are no neat words written on it.

The first is the character "water", which occupies a quarter of the size of the paper, and then there is just a character at the beginning, which can be vaguely seen as the character "tree".Looking at the traces, the pen tip seems to have paused there for a long time, and finally turned upwards, drawing a pen mark, and did not finish writing it completely.

Mizuki Yibuki clenched his teeth even tighter, and his fingertips trembled as he squeezed the paper even tighter.

He took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. Since he had been squatting for too long before, it was unavoidable that his head would become dizzy when he stood up suddenly, and his eyes were a little dark.

And in the black mist that appeared from time to time in front of him, the fire burning beside the water in Muye Lake dimly lit up, illuminating the familiar face with a gentle smile.

[What does it feel like to like? 】

[It is enough to have this feeling once in a lifetime. 】

[So... very content? 】

【...Once I think of that person, I wish I could live forever. 】

The words and phrases in the conversation echoed low and low in the ears, and gradually mixed into words that Uchiha Itachi had never said directly for a long time.

The one he liked was born in the Land of Fire, but failed to become a ninja due to an accident. His hair was much longer than him, but he was shorter than him.That person's strength is not weak because of his careful guidance all the time.

He doesn't have much time left, but he wants to teach him everything, not just ninjutsu.

Even the little common sense in life, even the so-called writing, he wants to teach him, as long as it is everything he is familiar with.

This seems to be beyond the scope of liking.

Mizuki Ibuki was forced to close his eyes by the dizziness, and grabbed the corner of the table to stabilize his body.He neatly stacked the things he picked up one by one, and placed them where they were originally placed, then raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and took several deep breaths to calm down.

Uchiha Itachi treats him...then how did he feel when he saw him and Sasuke the few times before...?

Mizuki Ibuki couldn't think of the other party's feelings, and couldn't even tell what he was feeling in his heart right now.There was shock and bewilderment, but more sourness.

He hesitated for a moment, then returned his fingertips to the stack of portraits that were covered up by a few copies...

"Ibuki."

The sudden soft call from behind made Mizuki Ibuki startled, and suddenly withdrew his half-raised hand.He looked back at Uchiha Itachi who was still wearing an apron standing at the door of the room, and squeezed his fingertips into his palm.

"That's it for today, no need to write anymore." Mizuki Ibuki was standing in front of the window now, Uchiha Itachi couldn't see the strangeness on his face because of the backlight. "Go down and eat."

"...I, I see." Mizuki Yibuki turned his head quickly again, put away the things on the table indiscriminately, and finally took a deep breath before turning around and following behind him.

After going down the stairs, Uchiha Itachi stopped at the top of the stairs and looked back at him, patiently waiting for him to walk slowly to his side, and then lightly pointed at his forehead: "What's the matter, listless."

After being poked by him like this, Mizuki Yibuki subconsciously shifted her eyes away, looked at each other for only a second, then frantically staggered her gaze, and accelerated her pace towards the dining table: "It's okay."

Uchiha Itachi was stunned for a moment, and still looked at him after taking a seat opposite him.

"...I'm fine." Mizuki Yibuki turned his face to one side under his gaze, and repeated.He picked up the miso soup in front of him and poured down most of it, lowered his head to eat, and didn't dare to look up again.

Uchiha Itachi frowned, and did not continue to ask.

After dinner, Mizuki Ibuki left the sentence "Go out and find Yokan", trying not to care about Uchiha Itachi's calm eyes behind him, and hurried out of the house.

After a while, Uchiha Itachi slowly looked away, got up and stacked the dishes on the table together, put them into the kitchen sink, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and walked up to the second floor alone.

Until he finished the medicated bath and cleaned the bathtub, Mizuki Yibuki still didn't come back.

Itachi Uchiha stood in front of the bed in the room and looked at the pitch-black outside. After waiting for a long time for Mizuki to come back, he sighed softly, closed the curtains, sat down at the desk, picked up Mizuki to blow the afternoon During the few pages I wrote, I rubbed my fingertips along the unattractive handwriting, and my eyes softened a lot.

He spread out a blank sheet of paper, and found that the end of the only pen was pressed a little by the stack of portraits at the corner of the table.

Uchiha Itachi froze for a moment, and his pupils shrank instinctively.

He hesitated for a few seconds, brushed away the top few concealed copies, and took the rest of the portraits to read one by one, and slowly pursed the corners of his mouth.

When Mizuki returned, the light in Uchiha Itachi's room had already been turned off.He dug out the changed clothes, went into the bathroom lightly, soaked his body in the bathtub and let out a long sigh.

He said he was going out to find Ye Man, but in fact he was just squatting on the roof and scratching his hair. His mind kept switching scenes of getting along with Itachi Uchiha from childhood to adulthood. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

I didn't have time to feel how I was, I just apologized over and over again because I accidentally hurt Uchiha Itachi before.Sad on the one hand and... at a loss.

My heart was full of messy things, and I couldn't help but slow down a lot when taking a bath.

Before entering the room, Mizuki Yibuki glanced back at the opposite door, wiped away the drops of water that slipped from her wet hair into her neck with the back of her hand, and twisted the doorknob of the room forcefully.

There was a light in the room, and the light illuminated the person sitting by the bed very clearly, which made Mizuki Yibuki's heart skip a beat.He subconsciously stopped the half-stepped foot, and after a few seconds he hesitated to continue walking in, without approaching the bed, and stopped three steps away from Uchiha Itachi.

"...I thought you were asleep." Mizuki Yibuki took off the towel that hung over his head, and wiped the tips of his dripping hair with his eyes downcast.

Itachi Uchiha straightened his body, as if he was about to go over to help him dry his hair, then clenched his fingertips again, and stopped trying to stand up.

He watched Mizuki Yibuki fold the towel and put it on the back of the chair, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice, "You saw it."

Mizuki Yibuki froze, her eyes flashed.

"Those paintings." Uchiha Itachi added, not giving him the chance to pretend to be confused and delay the time. "The order is wrong."

Mizuki Ibuki pursed the corners of her lips: "Yes."

Uchiha Itachi suffocated for breath, and after a while, his back, which was sitting upright, slightly bent down a little, and let out a long breath of relief, pretending to smile relaxedly: "Are you scared?"

Mizuki Ibuki looked at his still bent eyes and overly fair complexion, a place in his heart twitched hard, and he lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Itachi Uchiha rested his elbows on his knees and crossed his fingers: "Do you hate it?"

"No." Mizuki Yifu shook his head, standing still and staring at the pillow that he had randomly thrown at the corner of the bed. "...I never thought of that."

Uchiha Itachi chuckled lightly, with the usual smile on his brows, but it made people a little sad to watch.

"Ibuki." After a moment of silence, Uchiha Itachi called him softly, raised his right hand, and waved with the palm facing down, signaling him to come over.

Mizuki Yibuki hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

As he approached, Uchiha Itachi slowly stood up from the bed, and raised his right hand again.Mizuki Yibuki thought that he still wanted to poke his forehead, but the hand suddenly turned around, gently touched the tip of his eyebrows, stroked his cheeks, and finally stopped on his chin.

Uchiha Itachi was a little taller than him, and in this situation he suddenly stood close to him, and there was still some sense of oppression.

Uchiha Itachi slowly moved his fingertips to the corners of his eyes, and Mizuki Ibuki blinked instinctively.He was hesitating whether to step back a little bit, Uchiha Itachi whispered: "Just once."

Before he could understand the meaning of this sentence, Mizuki Yibuki's eyes darkened, and then his lips softened, and a cool breath mixed with a very faint medicinal fragrance poured out immediately.

The author has something to say: I haven’t driven for a long time, I’m a little unskilled, and it’s too late to finish writing the rest of the car before the network is disconnected... I was wrong.

It took a month to read through the three books, and I was almost a crippled Digimon (Ge You paralyzed), and I was finally free.

Two nights later, let's meet on Weibo [Muyan Beast]'s long-distance bus, it's really long-distance!

At that time, maybe only the Weibo part will be updated _(:з」∠)_ There is a lot of homework this week, 3000+ more codes will be a bit overwhelming, I will try my best to write, if I can’t update the post of the car here on the 27th at the same time The plot, I hope the little angels understand, I love you more than my heart~