[Banquan] Brother Yin-Yang Control Handbook

Tobima came to this city a few days ago, and he still shoulders the mission of negotiating, but he can no longer walk on the streets of this city calmly like before. He knows that as early as more than a year ago, that The figure has already occupied the heart.

Lovesickness.

You can see his sad face when you close your eyes, and every time you describe it, the painful love goes deeper into the bone marrow, and the pain enters the heart but cannot be abandoned.

The daimyo postponed the meeting with Togama on the grounds that this festival was very important, but Togama didn't really care about it, he knew that because the Senju clan took the lead in supporting Uchiha in the last incident, daimyo was upset now He felt relieved, but Fei Jian knew in his heart how much rationality he had used at that time to restrain his urge to kill.

He lived in the room that day by a strange coincidence.

The hustle and bustle of the streets for several days made people feel more lonely.

Under the night, when the lights came on, sitting on the window sill overlooking the bustling streets, the hem of the clothes in his hand was as heavy as a mountain.

The blood characters that had already turned brown still stabbed the knife in the heart stroke by stroke.

I can't forget that the boy lost his bright eyes.

Holding the corner of the clothes tightly in the palm of his hand, his eyes looking out of the window are so far away that they are out of focus.

Only the self who misses and feels guilty is left. I saw all living beings, but I couldn't find you.

Feeling sour and bitter in my heart, I looked away from the door and prepared to close the window.

The thin figure in the crowd is like a flower that has never bloomed, and it is not eye-catching among such people. He is wearing a black kimono and a bamboo hat. He can't see his face and can't judge his age. His heart was beating violently, almost rushing out of his chest.

The person who was slowly walking forward with the crowd seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly looked up to this side, and saw that the familiar face that was originally confused suddenly paled after seeing him.

"Quinai!"

The pupils in the door tightened, and seeing the young man who turned around and fled, he jumped out of the window and chased after him without hesitation, "Wait, Quanna!"

Squeezing through the crowd, Feijian finally caught up with the fleeing boy in the alley. He grabbed the boy's hand and blocked him in front of the wall, with a complicated mood, "Why did you run? Are you... afraid of me?" Staring at the face he had drawn over and over again in his heart, he was afraid of getting an affirmative answer. He knew that if this was the case, this heart would be buried under the cold valley of the abyss.

But the man hung his head and said nothing, neither admitted nor denied, he felt a little cold in his body, he gradually let go of the strength in his hand at a loss, and watched the man who had swallowed his crying sit along the wall On the ground, curled up covering his face and weeping silently.

With the pain of being killed in his heart, he squatted down, reached out and grabbed the cold hand, and slowly stroked the contours of his face.

The young pear blossom's rainy face was particularly pitiful under the dim light, and the leaf gently wiped away the tears on his face little by little, and sighed quietly, "Quanna, why didn't you let me finish my sentence at that time?" ..."

Quan Na turned her head away, the teardrops stained on her eyelashes were crystal clear.

"Don't run away from me, okay, Quan Nai?" He was so anxious that the judgment came at this moment. In one word, it was hell and heaven.

But the young man sobbed softly, overflowing with sadness.

"Quanna..." The outstretched hand hesitated again and again, and finally gently pressed it against the young man's cheek. When he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was unbearably dry, "I... love you."

He finally said the words that had been lingering in his heart for a year, but the tears that dripped from his fingertips and slid down his fingers were warm and cold.

Sobbing and shaking his head desperately, Quan Nai was choked up and speechless, and he saw the almost hopeless sadness on that gentle face, he suddenly hugged the person in front of him, "I love you, Quan Na, I love you , I love you..." He whispered in the boy's ear over and over again, as if the most devout believer offered his prayers with all his heart.

The person I love the most... If I can, I just want to hug and protect you all the time, not to make you sad, not to let you cry, and let you just smile happily every day——

But why are you called Uchiha, and why are we ninjas...

The first firework finally exploded in the air, and huge cheers sounded everywhere, but in this dark alley, there were only low cries and whispers.

Quan Nai, who finally stopped crying gradually, pushed away the door that was hugging her tightly, and stood up straight with the wall. On his tear-stained face, there was a desolation that should not belong to him, "Fei room, you Let me go and let yourself go..." The trembling voice is also his restless heart, and the determination is almost heartbreaking, "We are enemies, let's just be enemies, okay? Don't remember what happened between us Everything in the time, that day was all just an accident, let's just be enemies, okay..."

He couldn't help crying, and suddenly pressed him against the wall, with a hint of sternness in his expression, "Izuna Uchiha, you were the one who didn't let go in the first place, and you are the one who wants me to let go now! Tell me, I will take it!" How can I forget you?!" Lifting the boy's chin, he looked at the sad and handsome face, and said softly: "Quanna, I love you. In this world, you are the only person I want to possess. You, have you all - it wasn't just an accident that day, I knew exactly what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting you - I would do the same thing if I were to go back to that moment Something!" He leaned over and kissed, the tip of his tongue brushed against the young man's lips, tenderly.

The fireworks in the night sky are still blooming.

The author has something to say:

Tobema: I don't regret forcing you!

Quanna: ... (tears)

Madara: I'll rub you bastard, I'm going to kill you! ! !

police: Take the criminal suspect away and trouble the victim to go to the bureau to make a record together. The family members of the victim over there, please calm down and cooperate with our work. Police, bastard! ! ! ! !