Naruto: Eight Gates Hidan

Chapter 157 The voice of the wind
The wind by the sea is still there, but the corners of memory are hidden deep in the clouds.

The woman closed her eyes, maybe time has changed her and she has become mature.There is a bit of sadness between the eyebrows and eyes hanging in the corners of the eyes showing firm eyes.At this time, she actually overlaps with the man in Xiaopao's memory who is less cold-spoken but extremely gentle in heart.

"Is there someone he cares about in his heart?"

Li Qing tried to understand his heart under the mask of indifference, maybe the memory blurred his eyes, but the thoughts in his heart became firm and pure.

See you again, even if I look at you from a distance, it's okay
……

"Long time no see!"

When a strange yet familiar voice came, Liqing was startled, and got up to find that no one was behind her.Instead, she found that outside the courtyard with the picturesque scenery outside the window, two people were quietly waiting for her.

The white-haired man with vicissitudes in the eyes on the left made her a little distracted, and quickly looked at the people around him carefully, he was not him.
It was hard to hide the disappointment in her eyes, and she adjusted her emotions slightly. The arrival of the other party made her see the possibility, so she walked out the door gracefully.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

After three years of separation, the former executioner has become a lot more mature now.

The person next to her made her feel somewhat similar to Itachi, but they were far different in appearance and temperament, and his expressionless expression could not reveal his heart.

"Who is this?"

"Shisui, Itachi's friend"

"What about Itachi, him?"

Or feeling that her urgency was a little out of control, she smiled and regained her dignity.

"You've matured over the years."

The lascivious and proactive little girl that Fei Duan remembered had now changed into a look he was not familiar with.

"People always grow up"

Li Qing said calmly, then mentioned Itachi and asked where he was.

"Itachi is dead."

"died?"

A look of astonishment emerged, and Li Qing involuntarily took a step back, and then unconsciously repeated a sentence.

"he died"

"how is this possible?"

After waiting for three years, I didn't expect this result to come.She can't accept, such a person, why would
Fei Duan made seals with both hands, and channeled out the crystal coffin he kept in the soul pool.

Inside the almost transparent ice coffin, Itachi seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Liqing approached and saw the person in the coffin, her eyes were filled with burning heat, she leaned on the coffin, tears dripped down the corners of her face that was as delicate as frost.

The backbone and mentally disturbed father who was slaughtered three years ago made her have to support the shipping company alone.The immature shoulders gradually took on the responsibilities that belonged to her, but at this moment, all the strength was slackened into dust.

why.
Sometimes fate is like a fork in the road. People will always walk towards the road that can see the future in confusion, and look forward to a certain day in the future, and they will always meet at the next intersection.

She never thought of going to him, but she also had her responsibility.

……

"Why is she crying?"

Zhishui was a little puzzled, he had heard Fei Duan mentioned the story of Itachi and Liqing's brief encounter, but he couldn't understand her feelings for him.

The branch where the old swallow in autumn has parked, will it miss the short-term guests affectionately?This is not a very appropriate metaphor, but it is where Zhishui is puzzled.

"In some relationships, we only see encounters and acquaintances, and then separate. But then think about how long we think the short time is for them."

"Uh"

Zhishui looked at Fei Duan, as if he had returned to his original appearance, although he had never seen it before.

"Some loves are deeply affectionate. The distance will not weaken the longing, but instead leaves a lot of blank space for fantasy."

"People will also find that they have already regarded the little things they get along with as the best part of their lives in their memories over and over again."

There was some sympathy in Fei Duan's eyes. His experience was very similar to hers. At the beginning, he didn't understand that the person he fell in love with when he was young was like an angel on the other side. He could only watch from a distance, keeping a distance in his heart, for fear that he would The filth in her heart stained her white wings.After this farewell, the inner thoughts build the beauty of the next encounter.

unfortunately
time will always change a lot
When we met again, Qiu Luofengshuang, she turned into a person I didn't know at all.But I deceived myself time and time again, and lived a so-called licking dog.

"The blankness of memory is the most beautiful thing in human beings."

……

Itachi was buried in the place where the scene in the painting was, and Liqing bought the place with the deepest memory.Therefore, this place retains its original appearance, but the fragrance of flowers has not changed, and the butterflies no longer dance.

From here, you can see the country of fire from a distance, and maybe you can see the Hidden Leaf Village.

Fei Duan felt that this was good, his life was bitter enough, so he brought a bouquet of flowers and placed it in front of the grave.

During these years of getting along, he was full of admiration for Itachi.Although the two are walking on different paths, they can always understand each other.

Shisui's expression was gloomy, maybe that's okay, the idea of ​​taking Itachi to be buried on Uzumaki Island faded away.

He didn't want Itachi to worry about Uchiha's future after his death. The burden left by him was too heavy, and what he entrusted was realized in his own way.

Now I also want to fulfill my promise to him.
Take care of his beloved brother Sasuke!

……

When leaving, the whistle blew and white smoke rose from the ship.

In my memory, when I was young, I liked walking along the beach with my father after school in the afternoon.Also in the same place, I saw the little angel who got off the ship.

Memories turned into long sighs, if that nostalgia had come to an end earlier, I might not have had such a painful life.

In the eyes of others, the fat house who abandons himself is an affectionate and paranoid lover, which is ridiculous enough to think about.

In this strange world in front of me, there are good medicines to fill the wounds in my heart.He found her unintentionally, but he didn't hold her tight. What he wanted to do was always very simple.
Looking at the country of Sichuan, the flowers of the Valley of Hundred Flowers are waiting for the lost butterflies.

Xinyao, we will meet at a certain corner of time
……

Zhishui leaned on the railing, with his back to Fei Duan.He looked far away at the island of ancestors, which gradually turned into a small black spot, where his friend was sleeping peacefully.

He felt Itachi must be looking at himself, at Sasuke, at Konoha, at everything he had tried to protect.

A short reunion, but what we face is an eternal separation.Perhaps, the fate of people will always be like this. The things that are missed will always turn into long winds and pass by. If you want to reach out to keep them, you will find that what you leave behind can only be regrets.

The strip of cloth behind Shishui's head danced in the wind, and Itachi had been silently holding on to what was passed down from him.

memory scroll
Uchiha's hometown, Shisui came here with Itachi who was in confusion.

"Shisui, didn't you say that there is a way to make the village agree with Uchiha?"

The young Shisui looked at the young Itachi with a smile and said, "My answer is right in front of my eyes."

"In front of me?"

In the broken ruins, there is nothing to be seen except the mossy rubble that indicates that there was once.

"This is the past, and the village."

Zhishui looked in the direction of Yingyan, and said with relief: ".It's the future."

Between the clan and the village, Zhishui made a choice very early on.

　The wind and frost are falling, and autumn is at the end.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)