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The 23-year-old Bo Feng Jie Ren has blond hair shining like the sun, blue eyes as clear as the sky, a handsome face, and strong strength.The flowing time took away some escape from him, but endowed him with incredible tenderness.When he smiled and moved his eyes to someone, the warmth and beauty that he exuded could even make people feel the peace and tranquility rising from the bottom of his heart.

That was the "golden flash" that Konoha was proud of. But at this time, in such a small izakaya, under such an ordinary moonlight, this ninja who has always been gentle and steadfast finally showed a sad expression.

"Oshemaru-sensei, do you know that if I can arrive in time, Obito won't die."

He smiled wryly, and said to the silent man beside him, "So, I'm not a good teacher."

There was a bit of mourning in his watery eyes, "I can't even save my own students, what kind of 'powerful ninja' is I?"

He sipped his wine slowly, and his tone was not intense, he just said it sentence by sentence.

Orochimaru neither spoke nor moved.

What this person needs at this moment is nothing more than a companion.He wanted to speak out what was in his heart slowly, and then the next day, what people saw would be that ninja who smiled gently, as if nothing could defeat him.

He doesn't need comfort, and he won't do it.

It is precisely because they understand that each other is not such a fragile person that they can talk freely in this small hotel on the street.After all, none of them will allow themselves to be that weak being who needs to depend on others.

"That guy Obito actually has the same personality as Jiraiya-sensei. He always says, 'Sensei, you are always annoying Kakashi Kashi', hehe, he is both reckless and passionate, but he is actually the one I worry about the most disciple."

"Hmph, does he think that everyone can't see his little thoughts about Lin? What he's thinking in his heart can be seen on his face. He's such an idiot. No wonder Lin doesn't like him."

"Kakashi is always at odds with Obito, but after Obito died, he was the saddest one..."

Bo Fengjie chattered for a long time, and a slight blush appeared on his face.His originally clear eyes became a little dazed, and there was a gentle smile formed at the corner of his mouth when he recalled something interesting.

"Bring soil..."

He repeated the name, as if he wanted to engrave the name in his heart once, and then never mention it again.

Everyone in the wind shook the empty wine cup, reached for the wine bottle not far away, but unexpectedly held it in a pair of cold hands.

Orochimaru, who was about to pour the wine, glanced at him and broke free from him lightly.But all people who reacted withdrew their hands as if they were electrocuted.

The blue eyes regained a bit of clarity because of this cold touch, but they were mixed with more pain.No matter how drunk he was, he could never forget this person's unique temperature.

Whether he was alienated because he was busy, or struggled because he was immoral, the only thing he couldn't forget was the warmth of his hands.He is obviously such a cold person, but those hands can always give him warmth in the most embarrassing situation.This unique tenderness accompanied him through the ignorant teenagers and war-torn youths, even in his deepest dreams, he could never forget it.

Orochimaru teacher, Orochimaru...

If this person knew what dirty thoughts were going on in his heart, he might lose even the last bit of warmth.He actually had such thoughts about a person of the same sex, a person he regarded as a teacher, not to mention Mr. Oshemaru, even he himself felt unforgivable.However, he despises himself, but he can't help feeling happy for the teacher's approach.

He despicably took advantage of the teacher's tenderness, hid his feelings under the teacher-student relationship, and even felt faintly relieved that the teacher was still alone.However, he took the initiative to alienate him, trying to kill his feelings in his heart... Everyone is a man, you are actually a selfish coward!

Just thinking about this, my chest felt oppressed by something, it was stuffy, and then there was pain from the deepest part.The pain tore through his mind and soul, but he couldn't put it into words.

His blue eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist due to drunkenness or other reasons.He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and vaguely saw the man he admired most in his hazy vision.So he laughed out loud, hugged his arm as he did when he was a child, and thought a little dazedly, since it is a dream, there is no need to worry about so much, right?

Orochimaru frowned, looked at this human who was lying in his arms like a child and said, "Jieren, you are drunk."

"Oshemaru-sensei, you are too cunning...it's not fair that I'm the only one worrying..."

The young man with blond hair and blue eyes murmured, rubbed his eyes vaguely, and then closed his eyes reassuringly as if he sensed something.

"Hey, Jieren... Jieren" called several times in a row, but that person hugged him tightly with a long-lost childhood smile.

Orochimaru looked up helplessly, but saw the owner of the izakaya looking at him beggingly.

If you don't go back so late, the boss is probably very helpless to have such a guest.

Turning his head away in silence, Orochimaru looked at this person who was too gentle for a ninja, but a touch of softness gradually appeared in his cold eyes.It's not that he's not sad, it's not that he's not sad, but as the teacher of several children, he can only miss the person who passed away alone in this place.In front of the students, he must be firm and strong enough not to let anything get in his way.

Perhaps for ninjas, gentleness is always a burden.

Orochimaru silently hugged the sleeping soundly, something flashed in those golden snake-like eyes, and the blond young man snuggled into his arms sweetly, without a trace of defense.That kind of complete trust even gave Orochimaru an illusion, as if he really would not hurt this child under any circumstances... He slightly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a cold and sarcastic smile.

So, an illusion is just an illusion.

Even with the bodies pressed together, all the child could feel was the endless cold.How cruel and selfish his nature is, no one knows better than himself.

The black-haired man tightened his arms, and gradually disappeared into the darkness under the cool moonlight.