[Hokage] Flower Time

The finely divided petals bloom outwards, and there are crystal water drops on the falling petals that will not dry up in the future.From the periphery to the inside, the purple color changes from deep to light, turning into a mass of flawless white at the stamens.The dark green stems are so delicate that they seem to snap apart if you pinch them too hard.

When Huashi put a whole bouquet of cut freesias in front of Namikaze Minato’s grave, he looked down at the handful of slender purple ones, and was worried that the strong winter wind would blow them away, so he decided to find them. A stone weighed down the end of the branch.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the petals of the freesia swayed silently.

When Huashi tied his warm and fluffy scarf tightly with both hands, he said in a low voice: "This kind of flower is called freesia, and the owner of the flower shop said it represents 'purity' and 'passion', but! But! I absolutely do not Think about it! I don't know what it means to be passionate..."

Huashi's face flushed slightly, and she squeezed her scarf tightly, almost burying her whole face: "It doesn't matter if it's a passion...! Your Excellency, Fourth Generation, you shouldn't be angry, right?"

After a long time, she nodded and murmured as if she was talking to herself, "I will definitely not be angry."

She took a deep breath, and the thin white air mass diffused in the air, and the icy winter air poured into her mouth, and even her lungs felt a chill that couldn't be ignored.She shook on the spot, then turned around and left the Tomb of Hokage, which belonged to Minato Namikaze, and walked towards the periphery of the cemetery.

She walked through rows of white tombstones, carefully avoiding the clear water and flowers placed in front of the tombstones.Some tombstones are old and yellowed, with blurred handwriting, and some tombstones are newly painted white, and the newly engraved names have not faded from the bright colors.She stepped on the yellowing and wilting grass, and almost stepped on a dark green flower stalk.

Huashi took a step back, wondering why the scattered flowers in front of her feet were casually thrown on the ground.

Most of the people who come here are visiting the victims, and the flowers for relatives are placed in front of the tombstone in order, tied with beautiful ribbons, or placed in small wooden tubes filled with clear water.But the messy scene in front of me looks like someone brought a flower to Zhishui to confess, and then she threw the flower on the ground...

Her gaze swept to the flowers that looked like they had been trampled on. The soft petals could not withstand the forceful pressure, and they lay horizontally in the mud. The purple petals overlapped with the green branches and scattered randomly. .

Huashi stopped and stood there for a long time.After that, she ran towards Namikaze Minato's tomb again, removed the stone she had pressed on the bunch of flowers she had brought, separated three freesias from the whole bunch, and divided the rest Reorganize.

Holding those flowers in one hand, she said cautiously: "My lord, I want to take some of them away, and I hope you won't be angry. There are so many people visiting you every day, and someone else's flowers will be given to you soon." of."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran, returning to the place where she stopped before not long.She tidied up the scattered flower rules, and then inserted the freesia she brought into the small wooden tube in front of the tombstone.Most of the clear water was still in full bloom in the wooden barrel, and it seemed that the person who brought the tribute hadn't left for a long time.

She put the three freesias together, but the body squatting in front of the tomb did not move.Her gaze unconsciously swept to the tombstone beside her, and she slowly read out the name engraved on the tomb: "Ye... Yuan... Lin...?"

"Hey you."

She was still squatting on the spot, but she was startled by the sudden sound above her head, and she fell backwards, almost sitting on the ground directly.

She raised her head angrily, and said, "Why is it so scary all of a sudden! It's very rude!"

The boy who fell from the sky and suddenly stood in front of her had short silver hair, and a black mask covered most of his face, with only one exposed eye squinting at her from top to bottom.He clasped one hand on his waist, spread the other hand with a black half-finger glove, and said, "You are the one who is rude. Just knock over other people's tributes and take them away."

"..." Hua Shi opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a while before realizing what he was talking about.

She stood up, stared at the other party unwillingly, and said: "Look clearly, I didn't overturn it. I just saw the flowers scattered on the ground, so I took a few more flowers to mend."

Because of her short stature, her words and gestures looked very imposing.

"But no matter how you look at it, you must have overturned it." The silver-haired boy's tone didn't change much, as if he was too lazy to argue with her, and recounted his thoughts.

"I didn't overturn it!" Hua Shi was about to explode in anger: "When I came, it was already like this. The freesia I brought was originally intended for the fourth generation!"

The silver-haired boy withdrew his outstretched hand, groped for a while, his black eyeballs moved slightly, and his gaze swept among the flowers, before he said slowly: "Hmm...it seems to be possible."

"What is 'it's possible'! It's exactly what I said." Huashi clenched his fists and argued, "Before me, I don't know who threw all the flowers here. That guy is A man with no manners."

"That's it." The silver-haired boy's reaction became even more sluggish, and he said slowly, "I'm really sorry."

Huashi's brow twitched.

This silver-haired guy was about to blow her hair out, and the last simple apology wanted to send her away?

You must know that every time Lu Sheng made her angry, she would chase and beat her all over the street... However, her brother also taught her that since someone apologized, she should accept the apology and forgive him generously.

She struggled for a while between following her brother's teachings and following her own heart, and finally squeezed out a reluctant sentence from her throat: "Although I am still very angry, my brother taught me to be generous. Forgive others for their mistakes. I forgive you."

The silver-haired boy was already in a trance state, but was finally pulled back to his senses by her reluctant words.

"..." Seeing her expression full of reluctance, he didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally he could only say, "Thank you very much. Goodbye."

He didn't pay attention to the appearance that Huashi seemed to be ignited again in an instant, and walked towards the tombstone of Hokage at the end of the cemetery.The cold winter wind blew through the forests everywhere, and the leaves still attached to the branches were hunting.In front of the tombstone belonging to Minato, a lavender bouquet was placed slantingly. The fragile petals began to sway when the wind blew, and it seemed that they would be torn off at any time.

His eyes fell on the small bunch of freesia, and he stopped involuntarily.

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Although Hua Shi was very angry, she contained her anger in time.

Brother is right, there are many people in this world who need to be beaten more than Lu Sheng, if you beat everyone, you will wear yourself out.

Huashi didn't look at the white tombstones and swaying flowers anymore, walked through Linlie's tomb, and walked down the mountain path.She fastened her scarf again, and tightly blocked the gaps in the collar to prevent the cold wind from blowing into the sleeves.As she walked, she recalled the scene where the boy suddenly fell from the sky just now.

That guy was very fast, faster than the teacher who taught gymnastics at school, and she didn't notice that anyone was approaching her at all.

Moreover, I always feel that he looks strangely familiar.

With short silver hair and a black mask, judging from his height and voice, he is about seventeen or eighteen years old.

——She remembered who this guy was!

I don't know which year, she was punished to stand at the gate of the school because she angered the teacher Jing Mei, and this silver-haired guy dangled in front of her.Although he had grown a lot taller now, she was deeply impressed by his lazy tone of voice and his dead fish eyes that seemed to be contemptuous of others.

This is the genius Hatake Kakashi who was once praised by his brother and teacher, and seemed to be even better than Itachi.

No wonder he was so fast and silent when he appeared.

She is obviously not on the same level as her.

I don't know if my brother is stronger than this annoying silver-haired Kakashi?

She walked along the village road towards the Uchiha land in the other direction, passing through the central street and a row of undulating houses.Winter without the sun is always gloomy, the gray sky hangs low, the cold wind drives passers-by back to warmer places, and on the streets with few pedestrians, the few remaining people are also in a hurry.Perhaps because they couldn't stand the cold wind, the shops that sold fresh vegetables, fruits and fish in the past were closed early, but the noisy sound still came from the wine house.

The sound of messy footsteps rang in my ears, and the two drunks, reeking of alcohol, held each other's shoulders and pushed open the glass door of the wine room.The wine bottles in their hands were not finished, and the liquid in them was shaking violently due to the ups and downs of the bottle body.

The two walked a few steps drunk, and suddenly quarreled for some unknown reason.One tugged on the other by the collar, muttering something.The voices of the dispute between the two became louder and louder, and finally turned into fistfights.

"Huh? What did you say? Sweet tastes better than salty?"

"Obviously the sweet one tastes better..."

"Can you eat the sweet one? Or the salty one!"

There were endless quarrels, and both of them raised their hands, swinging their painless fists on each other's body.A small group of people gradually gathered on the originally sparsely pedestrianized street, standing in a circle not too far away, watching the two drunks whispering.

"It's outrageous to fight over sweet and salty."

"But I also think sweet ones are more delicious..."

"Shut up! It's delicious!"

Seeing that someone in the crowd was about to argue about the same topic again, another onlooker stopped their fighting momentum, put his fingers to his lips, and whispered: "Shh! The guards are here."