Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 89 Fate ([-])

The joys, anger, sorrows and joys of the little people are not as touching as the ordinary face-to-face encounters of the big people.

The old man He Yan knows the rules of this world. People are born free, but never equal.

You can go anywhere, see any landscape you like or dislike, live any way you want, and die any way you want.

However, one day, you suddenly found that you thought you could go anywhere, but based on the constraints of reality, such as: no money, no free time, no courage, or even no interest in going anywhere, you ended up staying where you are, in a small space. Going around in circles, spending a lifetime.

Man is born free.

The old man He Yan was full of longing for this when he was young, until he was 50 years old, when he woke up from an insomnia morning, a strange idea burst out of his chaotic mind.

All men are born free, but never equal.

The freedom you expect is given to those who are smarter, braver, tougher, luckier, and stronger than you.

A cruel reality is that mediocrity does not deserve freedom.

The wind comes and goes.

The great desert of the Land of Winds is full of yellow sand, boundless.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, the heat wave was rolling, and the vast world was boiling.

Under the ghastly high temperature, a huge convoy could be seen slowly driving on the undulating sand dunes.

It was a desert caravan with nearly a thousand camels and at least six hundred tons of cargo.

Compared to this huge herd of camels and the cargo volume, there were not many people in the caravan, no more than seventy or so people.

The leader of the caravan was a man about 50 years old. Due to the wind and rain for many years, his skin was yellow and wrinkled, and he looked like an old man.

The old man He Yan rode a camel in front of the team, carrying a cowhide water bag, and gulped down a mouthful of wine.

He held the rein with one hand, and raised the other hand holding the wine bag, gently wiped his mouth with his arm, and wiped his red wine-stained nose habitually.

Then, without looking back, he said in a low voice, "Do you understand?"

As soon as the old man's hoarse and deep voice fell, a childish voice sounded beside him.

"Oh." A six or seven-year-old boy replied coldly.

Like other caravan members, the boy sat between the humps of a camel, wearing a pure white windproof robe and a turban commonly used by desert travelers. He was sweating profusely in the hot sun. Looking tired.

"Hey, he's a young man after all, oh no, he's a child after all, it's hard work driving in the desert for the first time." The old man He Yan made an extremely ugly grimace with the remaining bad taste, and teased the people around him. This taciturn little boy.

"Ah."

The boy answered one word concisely.

Facing the forbidden land of life, the endless desert, the boy did not cry like other children of the same age, nor did he hold on to the childish idea no matter how uncomfortable it was. He just expressed his experience directly and expressed it with The unlovable expression vividly expressed his indifference that he was too lazy to talk to the old man He Yan.

The old man He Yan couldn't help but wiped his rosacea with his hand, and said with some embarrassment: "I told you so many truths just now, you probably didn't hear it all."

The boy still kept his immature face, and said indifferently: "I heard it."

"Then why do you have such an expression? Give me some reaction, kid, this is the truth that the old man only realized after living half his life!" The old man He Yan sighed like narcissism.

The boy looked up at the shocking glorious sun, wiped the sweat off his face with his hand, and then said: "Your reasoning is very good, but I don't want to hear it."

"Huh? You... You little guy is really..." The old man He Yan sighed, "Too... so calm, you are only six years old, you are the same age as my little Huimina, how come you look like an old man Is it boring as well?"

"Is it important to be fun?" the boy turned his head and asked.

The old man He Yan was at a loss for words for a while, and he said after a long time: "It's interesting, of course it's very important, otherwise, wouldn't it be the same as a walking dead when alive?"

"So, is it fun to kill people?" The boy looked at old man He Yan.

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched violently, and he said hesitantly: "Then, then, um, it's meaningless, oops, young, how do you say it is murderous, we are not warriors and ninjas who fight and kill, but ordinary They're just civilians, what are you thinking about?"

"Can ninjas kill people?" the boy asked again.

The old man lifted the wine bag and took a sip of the wine, then changed the topic: "We will be in Loulan in a while, little guy, bear with it, there are plenty of places for us to rest."

"You changed the subject so abruptly." The boy curled his lips.

"As long as you know a lot, hey, it's not as fun as Huimina. Speaking of it, girls are better than boys..." Old man He Yan said, "I said so much earlier, I just want you to understand that freedom is a matter of life." Luxuries are hard to come by, and ordinary people don’t need to do stupid things for them, such as running away from home or something.”

"I didn't run away from home!" The boy suddenly yelled at the old man He Yan.

The old man He Yan was taken aback. Before he could recover, he heard the boy tremble and say, "I... escaped death."

The old man's heart tightened, he thought for a while and said, "Little guy, it's been half a month since I rescued you, and you haven't talked about yourself yet. By the way, can you tell me about yours?"

The boy regained his composure suddenly.

After a long silence, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Old man, do you believe that there are good people in this world?"

"Sure, why not? Hey, I'm just a nice guy."

"But good people don't always end well," the boy interjected.

In the barren desert, a six-year-old boy sneered cruelly.

"My father is a good man. In order to escort supplies to the clan, he devoted himself to his duty and never left. In the end, he was taken away by a group of robbers, but instead of saving him, the clan called him an incompetent person. I can't even protect it, if that's all it is, what's even more ridiculous is that those bastards in the clan spent money to redeem those supplies, but they didn't care about my father's life and death, and just abandoned him..."

"Oh, my mother is also a good person. She is a teacher in the family who specializes in teaching people to read and write. She is kind. The child buys books to read, but he is such a good person. After my father died, the old people in the family, those old people! They even found a family for my mother, and remarried my mother to the son of the patriarch without any explanation. Ha ha, The patriarch's son, that ugly monster who dies a wife every year inexplicably, I once saw with my own eyes, ah, I saw with my own eyes, before the ugly monster buried his wives who died every year in the soil, the women were bruised and horrific Of course, my mother has also seen it—on the day she remarried, she used scissors, the scissors she usually used to mend clothes for my father and me, to stab her chest, ah, I think, that should be the heart The location..."

The boy pulled the rein, his eyes wide with anger, bloodshot eyes full of hatred.

"Old man, I don't want to hear what you say about freedom and equality. These bullshit principles are worthless to me. I only believe in two idioms. These two idioms were taught to me by my mother before she died. , kill for life!"

The boy gritted his teeth and trembled all over. The turban on his head tilted slightly with his body shaking, revealing a hurtful gray.

(End of this chapter)