[Comprehensive] Konoha flower season

114.

In the early summer, it was raining continuously in Kailandra, and white gardenias were blooming all over the road.

The Watergate is here, I think—not a fluke guess, or a late-night solace.He is really in this strange world, and he came much earlier than me.

Currently known:

One, Uncle Ninja more than 20 years ago came to this world in the same time and space as ours.The timeline is five years ago in this world, and it disappeared that year. It should have returned to our world and landed in the forest next to my house.

Second, Uncle Ninja and Aunt Pansy were old acquaintances when he was in this world, but at that time he did not lose the function of 'remembering people's names'.

Third, Minato came to this world about three years ago. In the same year, he took the hunter exam with great enthusiasm, and was the only one who passed the exam.It is said that in the last exam, he almost toppled the exam venue with his mysterious power, and became one of the urban legends of the hunter exam.

I:"……"

I didn't dare to open the letter, left the letter on the desk in the attic, ran out alone, and went to work.

Aunt Pansy was happily writing her new series alone in the room - my shame play, I just couldn't stay in that embarrassing place, so I went back to work in the small clinic.Medical terminology has historically been very complex and has weird etymologies, and my knowledge and healing skills are perfectly applicable in this world, but I can't start out alone when I am illiterate and unfamiliar with the names of drugs and diseases.

This is my practice of medicine, if not the most basic, it is almost the same.

The reason why I didn't dare to open that letter was also very simple. I was afraid it was a dream.

When I was hopeful, when I was very excited—I dared not open that letter.If it turns out to be fake, the disappointment I'll go through will probably kill me.

I want to wait until I go back to open it at night, anyway, the letter will not escape.

Then I finally thought about it - the question of 'why am I in this place, in this world'.

Everything has a reason, I can't be stuffed into another world for no reason.I wouldn't have believed it if it was told to me three months ago, but it just happened.

I have a not so bold assumption.

The night when Kyuubi attacked Konoha, the area I was in had repeated collisions of large chakra bodies. A few years ago, Tsunade proposed the concept of "chakra field". This concept is a bit illusory, but there are Evidence-just a lack of practice.

Tsunade's theory is that there is a strange force field around Chakra itself, which is usually almost insignificant, but when the Chakra gathers to a very large amount, the force field will become very large accordingly.And when the second and third stimulations are performed on that huge energy cluster, some rather miraculous things will happen.

And that night probably happened to meet this condition.

——That’s how Minato and I came into this world.

But the time we appear here is quite random. The young ninja uncle appeared five years ago, Minato three years ago, and I appeared in this mountain in 1999.

And this mountain range may be a meeting point, just like the 'weakest place in space' often described in science fiction.

I lay on the table thinking, my head was about to explode. During the period, I checked the medicine prescribed by the little doctor in the clinic, carefully calculated the dosage he needed, and then gave my employer a lifa A small lesson in flat usage and dosage.

This small town is quite peaceful, and there are not many people who are seriously ill. I have never faced such an easy job.That's about the retirement I dreamed of, I thought.

It was raining continuously outside, and the rain was hitting the flowers and leaves, and the small room was filled with a moist and warm atmosphere.

Minato and I have made an appointment to retire together.I thought sullenly.

When I got back to my little attic at night, the first thing I did was rush to tear the letter.

I originally wanted to leave the letter for a whole day, and then open it when I calm down at night-but my self-cultivation is obviously far behind, and being able to bear it for an afternoon is my limit, and my heart is still full of excitement .

I tore open the envelope with a snort, and inside was a piece of damp letter paper, but there was only a very, very short sentence inside the open paper.

It is not appropriate to say a word, it just writes an address.

"Gardenia District, Saduo City, Republic of Bartocia, No. 11, Wilbash Road South."

I opened the letter and looked at it. There was not even a pseudonym, but the post office where the mail was sent was indeed in the Gardenia District.The postmark is also there.

I took the letter and looked at it for a while. This set of characters is different from the characters used by the Five Ninja Kingdoms. I can't tell whether this character was written by Minato.

Then I just felt like I was going to be pissed off.

If it was him, he must have a lot of problems. What kind of broken information is this? If you have something to say, just say it. If you lose the address, do you want me to send it thousands of miles away?Besides, what if it was a gangster fishing?What if it is an MLM organization?

I am very wronged, but after working for so long, this address is the only clue I got.

There's nothing else to do but fuck me, Minato Namikaze is really a jerk.

I sat at the desk and thought for a while, then jumped up and unpacked, stuffed two dresses and skirts in the bag, and rushed downstairs to ask the little doctor in the clinic for leave.

At the dining table, Aunt Pansy was wearing glasses, nibbling biscuits and holding a typewriter to type. She looked at me anxiously and asked, "Is it your man's letter?"

I thought for a while and replied, "I'm not sure, but I was given an address, and I plan to check it out tomorrow."

Aunt Panxi was very worried: "Don't be an MLM organization? What if you go there and get arrested?"

I thought for a while and said, "Auntie, don't worry. I'm poor and I can't develop offline. Although I'm poor, I'm good at fighting. Ordinary people can't beat me. If I'm caught in a pyramid scheme, I'll smash their lair .”

Aunt Pansy: "..."

Aunt Pansy no longer stops me: "Where's the address?"

"Gardenia District, Sado City," I said, "—there is an early train at five o'clock tomorrow morning, and I'll take that F125 train. If it wasn't for him, I'd be back in three days."

Aunt Pansy nodded and said with concern, "Qinai, be careful on the road."

Aunt Panxi took another piece of paper and copied the phone number for me, and said: "Call me if you need anything. You must bring enough money."

I nodded gratefully, and climbed up to the loft to sleep.

I was barely asleep.

My heart was beating like a drum all night, and I was so excited that I couldn't even close my eyes. I lay down at ten o'clock, barely fell asleep at twelve o'clock, and woke up again at two o'clock in the morning.

The sound of rain passed through the long night of pattering rain, I turned on the night light, took the note from the bedside table, and rubbed it repeatedly with my fingers.

At four o'clock in the morning, I carried my bag and went to the station to buy a ticket.

There is this magical big iron sheet in this world. Almost every town has such a station. The rails converge, separate and gather again, connecting the entire continent into a network. The iron carriage called the train connects the network with steam and coal. In one piece.

The drizzle stopped in the early morning, and there was a soft smell of water in the air.There was fine grass growing beside the tracks of the small railway station, I wrapped myself in a thin coat, and stood on the platform with a few scattered people waiting for the red iron train.

At 5:05, the train whistled into the station, and I got into my compartment with my bag.

Because it was the first bus in the morning, there were not many people, so I hugged my small satchel and leaned my head against the glass.

The carriage shook slightly, and the rails made a dull roar. On a certain day in the third month of being in this world——I left the small town I was in for the first time.

The F125 train passes through the green field, and the gray and dull sky is in the distance. The big white bird flutters and flies through the clouds and the lake.

I fell asleep for a while, then woke up in a daze.The sky shines through the clouds, the rain hits the glass, the rails bite the iron wheels, I go to an unknown city, and the reason for my departure is just a note written by someone who doesn't know.

People really do stupid things for love, I think.

But I am also a person with nothing.

I looked out the window in a daze. I used to have a husband, a child, a job that I did that was exhausting but fulfilling, friends and colleagues with good relationships, teammates who had died, and a glorious past.

But all I have now is this small satchel with several clothes in my hand, a crumpled train ticket, and a piece of paper with the address written on it.

People who have nothing do things without considering the cost or logic.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that I am indeed a little pitiful.

In the endless fields, the sky changes, the sun rises, the train passes through the mountains, and on the other side of the mountains is another vast plain and city.

Compared with the five major ninja countries, the Batokia Republic has a much more developed economy. The cities here are full of high-rise buildings, and the towns and villages are also very stable and peaceful.Reinforced concrete and capital have piled up soaring buildings, clean streets and asphalt roads-all of which I have never seen before.

I felt a little scared, but also kind of indescribably proud and proud. I always felt that this was the future that Watergate's policies would point to—rich and powerful.And here I am, seeing it in its entirety.

Will Konoha continue the policy of using Minato?

I think so.

I looked out the window with nostalgia. This slow and old iron train passed by one stop after another, and then finally arrived in Sado City at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Saduo is an important port of the Republic of Batocia, a sandy white seaside city, and the buildings along the street are painted with snow white or sky blue paint, just like the Utopia painted in the decorative paintings.At dusk, I cautiously left the station with my bag in hand. Like every bumpkin who had just entered the city, I was completely dazed by the maze-like route map of cars, subways, and buses.

I:"……"

I carefully asked the old aunt next to me: "I'm going to Gardenia District, which bus should I take?"

Old aunt: "Transfer from bus 926 to bus 123, and get off at Zhizi Road and Huanghuacai Road."

Me: "Daylily...?"

The old aunt said boldly: "It's the daylily that is cold! There is also a beautiful legend about procrastination on that road. Come on, little girl, the 926 bus only comes every hour. ..."

I thanked him immediately and ran away.

The route from No. 926 to No. 123 was very tangled. It passed through the busiest area in the city center, and the traffic was extremely congested during rush hour. So it was about eight o'clock in the evening when I arrived at Wilbash Road.

At that time, the sky was already dark, and there were stars in the clear night sky. Wilbash Road was a European-style residential street, with white marble pillars and black-painted shiny gates. Pedestrians walked by in twos and threes, laughing and chatting.

……

Sitting under the street lamp was a clown selling flowers, his face was heavily powdered, and tears and stars were drawn under his eyes.The clown was tall, with blue hair, and carried a basket of red, white, and pink roses.

When I passed by him, the clown let out a weird and frightening laugh: "Giggle—hahaha! Miss, do you want to buy flowers~?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I don't have any money."

The clown laughed sharply, covering his face until tears came out of his smile - in fact, he did laugh out tears, and the gouache from the corner of his eyes was washed away.

"A beautiful lady like you—" the clown politely and strangely pulled out a red rose, and handed it to me as if offering a treasure: "—Of course a gentleman should send flowers."

I took the flowers politely and smiled: "Thank you."

I took the flowers and nodded to the clown to say goodbye.

……

My heart is very tense.

——I am waiting for a reunion after a long absence, just like waiting for a sea breeze whizzing by in midsummer.This wind may blow right away, or it may never.

I struggled to identify the house number, the street lights were dim, and my heart was beating like thunder.

The blood swelled to my brain, and the eardrum was thumping. I only felt the white hair in front of my eyes: I counted the house numbers, No. 14, No. 12, No. 8... and finally my weak legs stood on the ground. in front of 11 Wilbash Street.

It was a neat and spacious small building with a lion's head molded on the brass doorknob. I swallowed and knocked nervously on the door twice.

The night wind blew across the street, I was wearing a white skirt, my legs were bare, and I wrapped my woolen cardigan around my body for a bit cold.

Then I heard footsteps in the door.

I squeezed my clothes nervously, the moonlight shone on the door, I heard the sound of unlocking the door, click——

—then the door opened slowly.

Namikaze Minato was wearing a bathrobe, holding the doorknob, staring in my direction blankly.

He's more angular, I think, but it's nice.The moon is full in the eastern sky, the tide rises and falls, Minato has firm and gentle eyebrows.My eyes were hot, and he stared at me blankly, just looking at me like that.

"Three years..." Minato's eyes were red: "Three years."

The sea breeze blew, and the young lover by the sea sang ancient poems. His lips trembled in the night, as if he wanted to say so many things to me—but Minato just asked hoarsely:

"Qina, are you cold?"

Then Minakame gently pulled me into the door.

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Thinking about it carefully, I really treated Minato very badly...Three years...I decided to let him eat meat (x)