"Rain song."

The voice is nice and gentle, with a slight smile.

The sound of "tick-tick" rain came from my ears again. The rain hit the roof and rolled down from the eaves, forming a waterline and falling down with a splash.

The woman was sitting under the eaves, calling my name softly with tenderness and a smile. She was wearing rather heavy clothes, and her long hair was like a black waterfall, hanging down to the floor and winding on the floor.

"Rain song."

She shouted again, her voice was still the same as before, gentle no matter when and where.

mom.

Human memory is a very strange thing. After so many years, my mother's face has long been blurred in my memory, but that gentle voice is firmly rooted in my memory.

If I think of my mother, the first thing that comes to mind is her voice.For countless hours when I was a child, my mother always sat under the eaves, held me in her arms, and sang songs with her beautiful voice.

Mom, I miss you so much.

Really Want.

My mother, who was sitting under the eaves, turned around and faced me, but I still couldn't see her face clearly.

why?

I obviously miss you so much, but I have forgotten your face.

"Mother."

I called my mother and walked towards her, stepping on the floor with my feet to make a steady "thump, thump, thump" sound.

I want to be in her arms like before, listening to her singing, because then I don’t have to think about anything, I just need to listen to her singing, listening to the beautiful singing, I gradually start to feel sleepy, and finally there will be a A sense of security with no sweet dreams and no nightmares.

"No, Yuge." The mother sitting under the eaves suddenly said, "Yuge can't come here so soon."

I stopped and froze in place. The rain was still falling, and it kept falling. The rain dripped on the roof, making the tiles on the roof "slap".

"when--"

The frightened deer on the rocks in the courtyard filled with water and made loud noises on the rocks.

"Why?" My voice choked up, my nose became sore, and my eyes filled with warm tears, "I miss you so much."

I miss you very much, the countless days and nights of your death, I miss you, miss you.

"Because Yuge hasn't been happy yet." Mom said softly.

The heavy cherry blossoms in the courtyard fell to the ground in the rain, stained with the rain-wet soil.

"Yuge, mother's Yuge, mother... misses you too..."

With my mother's back facing me, her voice gradually choked and her figure was shaking, just like when I asked that stupid question many years ago.

I bit my lip and opened my mouth, "Then take me away?"

"I want to hear you sing, and I want to hear you sing many, many songs."

"I still want to see Madara and Quanna."

"No!" Mom raised her voice, which was as hard as a rock. I knew that she gritted her teeth and said these two words.

"Why?" I said, tears pouring out of the ground like spring water, I couldn't stop anymore, "I have... nothing to worry about, I have no family, I... I can't get happy."

I'm all alone in the world, at a loss, what's the value of leaving me alone?

The rain was still falling, and the branches of the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard were heavy, and the pink flowers bent the branches, struggling against the rain and the flowers, struggling in the wind and rain.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mom suddenly became agitated, shaking violently, as if she was enduring something, "Yuge, as long as you live, you will be happy and you will meet a new family."

"Trust me, Yuge, try to live on, until that day... On that day, mother will pick you up in person, so go back, go back."

"Song!"

Who is "Song"?I am Yuge, Uchiha Yuge.

"Song!"

By the way, I am from "Song".

"Goodbye."

I heard my mother's still choked voice.

I saw the dazzling white light, and my mother was submerged in the white light, and finally her figure disappeared, gradually returning to nothingness.

"Song--"

I felt that my ears were going to be scrapped, and that line of "song" seemed to be mourning for a dead old mother, and it made my ears buzz.

The moment he opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, but things in his vision began to become clear after a while.

What catches the eye is the beams of the house. The wooden beams are a bit old, and the workmanship is simple and rough, which is a bit old.There is still a strong smell of herbs in the nostrils. I saw a table with various herbs, a medicine grinder for grinding medicine, and a simple cabinet with many small drawers.

hospital.

I realized that this is a medical hall.

Then Afeng's picture of pear blossoms with rain... Well, this word is not suitable to describe men, but I can't think of any other words to describe Afeng's current appearance.

The boy's face was mixed with snot and tears, and it kept falling down. I was worried that it would fall on me.

Really, that's dirty.

"Miss, you're finally awake!" A loud voice hit her ears directly, and the whole room was filled with the other party's voice.

I think my ears are going to be scrapped today in all likelihood.

I wasn't eaten by the monster, but my ears were about to burp in the loud voices of two people!

"hiss--"

I tried to sit up, but there was a pain in my chest.

Ah Feng carefully helped me up and leaned against the head of the bed, "Be careful, Ge, the doctor said your bones are broken and you have to rest for a long time."

Oh, a hundred days of injury, grass.

After sitting up, I saw clearly the owner of the loud voice just now. The moment I saw him clearly, I subconsciously thought of an owl, an owl with red and yellow fur.

Dressed in the fashionable samurai at the moment, with a sword on his waist, his eyes are wide open, piercing, judging by his age, he is still a teenager.

It's not a ninja, but it's quite courageous to dare to draw a sword against that kind of monster at a young age.

I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, the other party came up to me with a straight seat, and hit my head on the ground with a loud sound.

I was stunned by such an operation by the other party. Doesn't this person's head hurt?

After the other party took his seat, he told me in a loud voice that his name was Yan Shoulang, a ghost killer, and he was a swordsman of the ghost killing team. I'm so sorry for almost costing my life.

In the end, he said that he was so ashamed that he wanted to commit seppuku.

I:"……"

I'm really not good at dealing with this kind of people, too optimistic, too enthusiastic, too bright.

Also, don't mention "Seppuku" to me, every time I mention just four words, I think of the scum in Senju Bashirama who cheated on my eldest nephew's feelings!

"You don't need to feel guilty." I said, "In the final analysis, you saved me, and I died because of your sudden appearance."

This is the truth, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and sometimes a small change can reverse the entire situation of the battle.

"No, I want to thank you solemnly, if it wasn't for Miss's superb sword skills, I would have died." This stupid kid refused to get up.

I squeezed the space between my brows, and I felt bad, "Get up and talk, thank you for helping me pay the medical bills."

I can see that if this kind of person doesn't let him do something, he will remember it for the rest of his life, and I don't want to get involved with him too much. He and Senshouzhujian are like a kind of people, born in the light It has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to have anything to do with people like Qianshouzhu.

Besides, I'm poor, I'm really poor, I'm injured for a hundred days, and I don't work for a hundred days, do I want to eat dirt?

"Hi!" Another loud answer.

I:"……"

The matter seems to be resolved, but can you keep your voice down, Mr. Purgatory?

Purgatory Yan Shoulang told me that the thing that attacked me last night was a ghost. Ordinary weapons are useless against ghosts. Cutting off limbs and heads can also regenerate. Only wisteria flowers, sunlight and the sun wheel knife can kill ghosts.

The more people it eats, the stronger the ghost will be. Last night, that ghost only picked on a child of my age. It has already eaten a lot of people, so its strength is relatively strong.

Having said so much, I have only one thought - my god, I really saw the hell last night.

"Miss," he said again.

"Don't call me Miss, I'm Song." I interrupted him. I've never been called Miss like this before. Most people I know and don't know call me "Yuge" or "Yuge" Your Excellency" and "Miss" are called dignified and noble ladies, which are different from crazy girls like me who come and go from small to wild.

"Miss Ge!" He pressed again loudly.

I:"……"

You stepped on the horse deliberately to make things difficult for me, right?

"Does Miss Ge have the will to join the Ghost Killing Squad?" Yan Shoulang of Purgatory stared at me with piercing eyes, "Miss Ge's sword skills are superb if you can cut off the head of a ghost with one knife! It would be great if you can join the Ghost Killing Squad Already!"

As soon as the words fell, Ah Feng, who had been by the bed, cast a surprised look at me.

I lowered my eyes, "Ge" is a weak little girl, not "Yu Ge" with superb sword skills, ah, really.

"No." I looked up, "I have no intention of joining the Ghost Killing Squad."

I saw that Yan Shoulang in Purgatory was a little disappointed, but it was only a short moment, and the other party was full of energy again.

"It's okay! If you change your mind, you are welcome to the Ghost Slayer Squad!" The voice was still so loud that my ears were numb.

This person... Forget it, never mind.

"Afeng, where is Mr. Shiro?" I didn't see Mr. Shiro.

A Feng pouted, "Father, he went to the market to buy something."

"Go and get him back?" I said, adding at the end, "Please, I want to go home."

A Feng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Purgatory Yanshoulang again.

"It's fine."

I know what he's thinking about, but there's really no need to worry. A person like Yan Shoulang from Purgatory has absolutely no interest in abducting and selling underage girls, and he can't do such insane things.

The little boy reluctantly went to find his father. I watched him leave, and after making sure he was far away, I said, "There is more than one ghost from last night, right?"

"Yes!" Yan Shoulang replied.

"You can go to Ninja Village for help." I said, "Konoha from the country of fire, cloud hidden from the country of thunder, rock hidden from the country of earth, sand hidden from the country of wind, fog hidden from the country of water, It will be all right."

Yan Shoulang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Sorry, Miss Ge, I have heard of Ninja Village, but these countries and Ninja Village... I have never heard of it."

I was stunned, and then chatted with Yan Shoulang for a while, and learned that the Five Great Kingdoms did not exist in his understanding at all, and the ninjas here did not know how to escape from fire, water, wood, etc. Carat is just a pure intelligence collector, used for assassination when necessary.

I was silent for a long time, and finally remembered that a long time ago, when Madara hadn't left the village, I accidentally heard the scum in the Senshoubeijian mention Flying Thunder God and Space.

If the world before my death is one dimension, then the world in which I, the "song" exists, is another dimension.

The best tool of war here is the samurai, not the ninja, whose reputation is not as loud as that of the samurai.

He died once and was kicked out of the boundary gate. It's really bad.

"Secret it for me, Mister Purgatory," I said, "Please forget what I just said."

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