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In the end, Zhao Fenghong chose her best tune—the sacrificial music dedicated to the gods, which is wrapped in solemnity and ethereal, and the swaying seems to have the magic power to make people forget their troubles.It's just that it is impossible to know whether the listener can really forget the troubles.

"Master's pipa, did you learn from your former teacher?" Itachi asked.

"No." Zhao Fenghong replied: "I learned from the proprietress of the tavern. I don't know how she is now?"

"...I don't know either." Itachi replied, "I've been away for too long."

"Do you want to try it? It's very simple." Zhao Fenghong handed the pipa to Itachi, and stuffed the plectrum into his hand

Although he has never learned the pipa, the appearance of Uchiha Itachi holding the lute and plectrum is really like this.He was already exquisite in appearance, but now he looks like a dignified and beautiful little oiran, with a stern face planning to perform.Mr. Zhao Fenghong was hit directly in the heart by Itachi's shape, and was almost knocked unconscious by the -3w damage arrow.

However, it's just like taking it for a while.The tune he dialed was very funny, and after a while, his palms turned red as the dial rubbed against each other.

Recalling what the proprietress A Xing taught her back then, Zhao Fenghong took the plectrum and pipa back in a leisurely manner, imitating the tone A Xing taught her at the beginning, and said: "This is because you are a beginner, and your posture is not quite right.  … There will be plenty of time for you to study in the future.”

"...in the future?" Itachi raised his eyes and repeated softly: "...well, in the future."

"Yes, in the future." Zhao Fenghong put away the pipa and said: "There are still many things, I want to go and see it with Weasel-kun."

"What kind of thing?"

"Eh? The things of the world. The sea, the universe, all things. Equal love, unequal love; industrious kings, wise people, writer's pen and artist's sonnets, kissing the pages of heaven."

Itachi remained silent, then nodded, probably agreeing to her wish.

"Hey - I forgot, you still have to take care of Sasuke, you can't go too far." Zhao Fenghong said.

In fact, Zhao Fenghong has not finished talking, she still has many wishes, after all, in her eyes now, the world is no longer that boring and noisy place, it has become interesting and lively—she still wants to see the The sweet eyes of the bride when entering the wedding hall, the gentle expression of raising the children, the backs supporting each other in their old age, and the two tombstones nestled under the tree when they passed away.

This day was spent with good wishes.

When night comes, the gods who don't need to sleep close their eyes and pretend to be asleep.She could feel someone stuffing her with a quilt in the middle of the night, as if she was taking care of a child.This kind of behavior made her almost unable to hold back her laughter - obviously she is the teacher, why is she being taken care of instead?

Itachi-kun is really fulfilling the promise he made when he was a child.

The desire to protect others has not changed.

The guy didn't leave after straightening her quilt. He stood by the bed and looked at her. Finally, he put his hand on her forehead, stroking her forehead with his palm through a thin layer of hair.His hands rubbed against his eyelids from time to time, warm and itchy, Zhao Fenghong finally couldn't hold back, and laughed.

"Teacher, did you wake up?"

"No." Zhao Fenghong closed her eyes and said, "...Actually, I don't need to sleep."

"Does the teacher sometimes deceive people?" Itachi said.

"What?" Zhao Fenghong opened her eyes and sat up: "Do I still need to deceive humans?"

The night was so thick that it was hard to see your fingers when you stretched out your hand.A sliver of silvery moonlight leaked in through the narrow window, barely illuminating Itachi's side face, his forehead and the side of his hair were slightly bright.

"..." Itachi was silent for a while, then kissed her lightly on the forehead: "Yes, no need."

"It's rare to be so enthusiastic." Zhao Fenghong touched her forehead and said, "I used to look like I didn't want to talk too much."

"Really?" Itachi said, turning his head to the side, and bit her lips.

Different from the soft and youthful ones before, this time he seems... a little more skilled and scary?

"What's wrong with this?" She felt a little strange: "It's a little abnormal."

"It's nothing." Itachi said, "You will leave again, so I want to leave some traces of my existence."

"...Sorry." Zhao Fenghong embraced his shoulders: "I will try to exist for as long as possible."

She will try to exist a little longer, or find a way to come back here.

In this way, apart from time, there is nothing that can take Itachi away——sickness will no longer bother him, and his powerful ability allows him to stand peacefully in the world.Unless one day, he feels tired of such a life and wants to give up on himself.

"The more outstanding you are... the easier it is to be rejected, and the greater the responsibility you bear." Itachi said suddenly: "This is something the teacher taught me. I have never been grateful... the teacher taught me 'equality' and 'equality' Choose 'something like that."

"What?" Zhao Fenghong let go of him: "I didn't teach you this. I just told a story—and I don't think there is anything to be grateful for."

"Then, teacher." Itachi said to her, "Just pretend to be resting like you did just now."

"why?"

"No reason."

"it is good."

She lay down as before, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.That gentle hand rested on her forehead again, stroking it little by little.

"...It's almost dawn, I'm going to see Sasuke."

She heard someone talking vaguely in her ear.

"My parents entrusted him to me. He is someone I can't give up....In any case, I hope that Sasuke can inherit the glory and glory of the Uchiha clan. So...don't wait for me."

She should have said something—but the chaos in her mind made her body extremely quiet.It seems that something has peeled off from the body little by little, turned into powder fragments, and merged together into the nebula dust in the vast universe, rotating together with the stars.

"I love you."

When she heard this sentence, she didn't even understand the cause and effect.

There is a lot of clutter in the mind - the sea, the universe, everything.Equal love, unequal love; industrious kings, wise people, writer's pen and artist's sonnets, the pages of affectionate heaven; the bride's sweet eyes when entering the wedding hall, the gentle expression of raising children, The backs of supporting each other in the old age, the two tombstones nestled under the tree when they passed away, and a crow that landed on the tombstone.

The hand on the forehead is gone.

Zhao Fenghong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.She looked around at the surrounding scene - the black, simple and small room, a ray of moonlight leaking through the window, and she who was pretending to be asleep for some reason.

She felt a dull pain in her head, as if she had forgotten something important.

Zhao Fenghong rolled over from the bed, and stepped on a few strands of hair falling on the ground with her bare feet.She suddenly remembered what she had forgotten—fuck, how did she cut her hair off?Why did she suddenly change her hairstyle?

The clothes on his body are also very strange - a mesh bottoming shirt, which seems to be Konoha Ninja's favorite thing to wear.

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What happened?

Just as she was staring at the hair on the ground with question marks on her head, she suddenly heard a human voice making a wish, and it was very urgent.

That wish was pieced together word by word in her mind, and the length made her dazzled—"The manga in ju○p is a lie, right? How could such a thing happen? You must be thinking too much. Free time Here I am flipping through comic books and asking Ah Yin if I have ever seen a big red-haired beauty, why don’t I go back and have a breast augmentation, why can’t she still appear if I call her name? I want to call now? Shout out ? Huayueyuan Zhao Fenghong—”

Noisy!

Zhao Fenghong disappeared from the spot with a ding, traveled through several time and space, and appeared in front of this stupid wisher.The golden light fell from the sky, shuttled through the houses and walls, and diffused countless dots of brilliance.The soft golden butterfly fluttered its wings and flew past the beam of light quietly.

"My name is Huayueyuan Zhao Fenghong..."

The two wishers in front of Zhao Fenghong were stunned.

One is tall and the other is short, one with silver-topped curly hair, staring at a pair of impatient dead fish eyes, the little finger of the right hand pokes in the nostril unscrupulously, and the image wanders between "chic" and "wretched" .The other is a shorter girl, dressed in a red Tang suit, with orange hair tied into two buns. At this moment, she is staring at Zhao Fenghong with a pair of big blue eyes.

After a long time, the little girl raised her finger and pointed at Zhao Fenghong: "...Yinjiang, really, really summoned the gods..."

Holding a fancy comic book in one hand, the man with silver curly hair turned around as if he had just woken up from a dream, looked at Zhao Fenghong, and said without seeing it: "Huh? What are you talking about? Is there a god? How can I Didn’t you see it? How could a god come to us! That’s a god who wants tribute and festival music!”

He looked around pretentiously, then pushed Zhao Fenghong straight towards the door, and said while pushing: "If it is a poor god or a rotten god who wants to take a bath in a soup house, I will reject it. Let alone What about a god with a head?"

With a click, the sliding door was closed in front of Zhao Fenghong.

The great god was wearing a black bottoming shirt and plastic slippers, standing in the corridor on the second floor, blowing the cold wind.A gust of cold wind rolled the dead leaves and blew them up to the top of her head.

Zhao Fenghong: ...

She was actually driven out of the door by humans—by her own wisher.

What a terrible world this is! !