Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

I was hunted down, yes, not a ghost, but a human.

To be honest, I don't know if this can be considered as a chase, the people chasing behind have no real killing intent at all.

Rather than chasing and killing, it’s more like the young, energetic and silly elementary school students I once saw when I was teaching Xiongzi Taijutsu in the ninja school. A group of people said "don't leave after school" ruthlessly, and the other group grinned and roared. Come back "Whoever is afraid of whom, come."

They yelled more fiercely than the other, and in the end they were sneaked into the office by the teacher with a bruised nose and swollen face. There was even a time when a few talented students fought, and even the teacher tried to stop the fight and was beaten instead. I beat them into the ground one by one, and sneaked into the dean's office.

Speaking of which, the person who came to the school to find someone turned out to be the shadow clone of Senshou Feijian, because among the people who caused the accident was the granddaughter of Senshouzhuma, and a boy with white hair who always stared at the beautiful girls in the school. , and a somewhat gloomy and delicate boy.

In order to prevent these three children from disagreeing and fighting with their enemies, the teacher in the teaching office begged me to stand aside and watch the three demon kings and the group of poor little children beaten by them until their respective parents arrival.

So I inevitably met with Qianshou Feijian once.

Although it's just a shadow clone, I still don't want to meet anyone from the Senshou family, let alone the granddaughter of Senshou Zhujian. The child is still young and doesn't know what happened back then. The level of a little girl.

Before the shadow clone between the thousand-handed doors came, I was sitting on the chair behind the office, crossing my legs, turning the pen in my hand, turning my head to the window, watching the red sun approaching the western mountain, and glanced at the three children out of the corner of my eye. , the white-haired boy tugged at the corner of the handsome boy's clothes, the handsome boy rolled his eyes at the white-haired boy, and forcibly ignored the teammate who caused the accident together.

"Are you Yuge Uchiha?" The little girl with ginger hair asked me suddenly.

Ginger hair, a pair of almond eyes are very similar to Uzumaki Mito, and the face is a bit round, but it is a bit like Senjujuma when he was a child. His carefree personality seems to be exactly the same as Senjujuma.

The little girl straightened her body and looked up at me. The white-haired boy next to me was startled by the operation of the team members rushing in, and stared at her with rounded eyes.

I didn't look at the little girl much, but directly answered her question: "I am."

I didn't intend to continue the conversation with her, this face, this character, one can tell at a glance that it is Senju Zhujian, the person who killed my eldest nephew, he has offspring and a happy family.

Madara sees him as his best friend and only friend, what did his best friend do to him?

What is crueler than despair?

Of course, it gave a person hope, but pushed him into a bottomless despair.

He did just that during Senshouzhujian.

I lowered my head slightly and lowered my eyelashes. Once I raised my head, the three children would see my dark eyes.

Don't say another word, don't let me notice you again, when I see you, I can't help being angry, I can't help but hate, but I can't do it.

Because... you are still a child, a child who knows nothing.

"You don't remember me?" The little girl was still chattering.

"I haven't seen you before." I replied blankly.

I lied.

Of course I know you, granddaughter of my enemy.

But I don't want to see you, I don't want to see any of you Thousand Hands.

So you stay away from me.

The atmosphere in the office was very strange, even awkward, and this atmosphere became even more awkward when the shadow clone from Qianshoubeijian came.

I didn't even give him a look, I poked the pen back into the pen holder casually, got up and left.

"Rain song."

Unexpectedly, Qianshou Feijian stopped me.

"What's the matter, Nidaimu?" The tone was steady, without anger or sarcasm, the moment I saw my enemy was unexpectedly calm, "You see, I'm just a useless person now, I just want to eat and drink, etc. die."

If it was because he saved his life back then, then there is no need.

There was a strange silence in the air, so quiet that it suppressed people's breathing and made people breathless.

"That's the best." A cold voice came from behind after a long time.

I left the office in stride, closing the door habitually before leaving.

That is really not a good memory, and it is not a good current situation when I think about it.

The person who chased me seemed to be a son of a samurai family, and I was hit by me with the face of a big nephew just now.

No matter how it sounds or looks like being raped, it is unavoidable pain. That kind of pain is definitely unforgettable for a lifetime, and it may become a lifetime of regret.

The pain of exploding chrysanthemums is irrelevant. When I ran into them on the street, that guy was taken aback when he saw me, and then yelled "Grab this woman" at the dog leg behind him, just like the primary school student leader who took the lead in fighting back then. When talking harshly.

I was stunned and couldn't help touching my face. My face now is my own face, not my nephew's face.

"It's so similar to that man's clothes, it must be that man's woman!" The other party roared from behind, "Catch her, I want to know where that shameless guy is!"

I:"……"

Grass.

Dare to love is the fault of the clan uniform.

What are young people thinking now?

Wearing the same family uniform is "that man's woman"?Can't you say "that man's aunt"?

shallow!

It's not easy to make big disturbances in Huajie, I chose to avoid them, the most indispensable thing in Huajie is a place to hide, as long as the eyes are good enough.

As I lifted my feet and ran forward, I paid attention to the surrounding terrain and buildings.

A plain white arm stretched out from the corner of the street, grabbed the corner of my clothes, and dragged me to the corner with a little force.

"hurry up!"

"If you delay the matter of the young master, you can wait to commit seppuku!"

A series of rhythmic "da da da" sounds were stepped on the ground of the bluestone slab. As the other party went away, the footsteps became farther and farther away, and finally only the voices of the crowd coming and going, and the long distance in the distance remained. The sound of shamisen strings that sometimes disappears in the room.

The moment I turned my head, the smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of powder came to my face, followed by a slightly playful female voice.

"Ah la la." The woman in front of her held the smoking pipe in her hand, her vermilion lips curled up, her expression was lazy, "It's like this on the first day here, my concubine's guess is correct, you are a Very interesting guest."

"Why are you helping me?" My eyes narrowed slightly. "It's unreasonable. In a place like this where troubles are everywhere, you should choose to be wise and protect yourself."

The clogs under the woman's feet were very high, which made her taller than me by a large margin. She looked down at me: "Who knows?"

She was stepping on Lao Gao's clogs, holding a cigarette stick in her hand, and the old god turned around and walked out of the corner of the street.

After walking a few steps, he stopped abruptly, the tobacco rod left his mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Get out of here quickly," the woman said to me. "You know this kind of place very well, but you don't belong to this kind of place."

The only sound left in the air was the sound of a woman exhaling smoke. There were bustling crowds on both sides of the street, and men and women passing by passed the corner of the street with different paces.

The woman's back was facing me, facing the bustling streets coming and going, and the dazzling lights were alluring to the eyes. She just kept the posture of holding the cigarette pole, motionless, as if intoxicated by the brilliant lights.

"Thank you very much." I held the knife on my waist, "Is there anything you want to do?"

The woman held the cigarette rod for a while, and said after a long time: "There is nothing I want to think about, I don't have any..."

"If you have, please be bold and do it." I said, "As long as you make it to the end, you can make this trip worthwhile."

There was a numbness about the man, and a touch of sadness.

I thought I was not a nosy person, but when I saw this woman, I subconsciously thought of myself who was alone in Konoha Ninja School. I was a teacher, but I always kept a distance from the children.

Because I am a wounded beast, afraid of being injured, I set up sharp claws and teeth, and I don't want to get close to others, and I also prevent others from getting close to myself.

I chose to be alone.

I didn't wait for the woman's answer, but directly left the place with the instant body technique.

Having been one of those people, I know very well that not everyone is as lucky as I am to meet their own Sun.I myself am a kind of person who walks against the light. I cannot be the sun of others. All I can do is to give a trivial proposal.

A crimson sun disc rises between the mountains on the horizon in the distance, and the sun shines lazily on the street, on the thick bluestone slabs laid on the ground, on the curtain at the door of the store, on both sides The roof of the longhouse.

Such a sun dispelled the filth and haze of this street a little bit.

With a little tiptoe, I stopped on the roof of the longhouse. The red sun was getting brighter and brighter in my field of vision. I looked at it, lost my mind for a while, turned around, jumped off the roof on tiptoe, and followed the lights. Running all the way through the streets.

The early spring wind still lingered the coldness of the previous winter, and it stinged slightly on the face.

"Then I'll go home with you."

The wind ran in the mountains, whistling past, rolled up the fallen yellow leaves, the birds were singing, and the golden afterglow was scattered, mottled and hit people's faces through the layers of branches and leaves.

A small, cat-like child stood by the paddy field, with the sun-shaped earrings hanging down quietly.

I reached out and held his little hand, the temperature in my palm was as warm as holding a sun.

the sun.

I can……

"You are the one who holds my hand like a broken kite tightly," he said again.

I took his hand and walked through the wild mountains and forests of red maples, the path covered with the sun, the field ridges glowing with water, and the field of residual snow. The three-color kitten on the road is shaking its fluffy tail, and the stairs wind all the way forward, passing through the vermilion torii gate, all the way to the gate of the shrine.

For nearly 20 years, no matter where he was, he never let go of my hand. The only difference is that the person holding the hand and the person being held have switched positions.

Since when did that little kid, who I was worried that he would get lost outside, before I knew it, grow tall and big, become shining and warm like the sun Same?

"Song, don't be afraid."

I'm scared, I'm scared all the time, I'm scared to pick up a knife, I'm scared of everyone around me, I'm scared of being left behind again.

I have always been a coward.

When did it start, but I can rest assured that my hand is held by him?

"I won't die."

He was the only one who made me a promise not to die.

Since when did he become my sun?

I can……

"Enichi." After a few jumps, I stepped onto the vermilion window sill and saw the person sitting on the tatami.

He turned around, with scarlet hair and scarlet eyes, he looked at me calmly.

"I can make this trip worthwhile." I asked him softly, "Right?"

"of course can."

He answered me without hesitation, the corners of his mouth curled up, his red hair was pressed against his cheeks, the golden sun fell into the Japanese room, and a layer of golden light fell on his hair.

"That's great."

As relieved.

The author has something to say:

Beauty looks back JPG.

The soft little Yuanyi is the treasure of the world! (Sucking JPG.) I really love Jiguo brothers who were cute and cute when they were young, and now Jiguo sisters!

Ps: Back then, Banban's aunt sneaked into the office of the Teaching Office to call her parents. After turning half a hundred years old, the woman who openly challenged Banban in the four battlefields, Konoha Sannin, granddaughter of the first Hokage—Tsunade Hime!

This memory intends to expand into a side story about Yuge teaching at Konoha Ninja School, probably from a third-person perspective.

Comment!I need Mina-san's comment!Please leave more comments in the comment area! (￣y▽￣)~*

感谢在2020-12-0723:02:25~2020-12-1108:31:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Fengsheng Beast;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!