Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 774 travel

I don’t know when, the girl with big eyes appeared beside Yang Xiaojing, she knelt down beside him, and said to the portrait:

“Auntie, I met you before, and you praised me for being beautiful. Actually, I am not as beautiful as your aunt. Auntie, I love your son. After getting married, I will be a competent wife and take good care of the family. Work hard by yourself.”

Wu An hid in the toilet, and he heard the words of the two children.

He said to the bucket full of clear water, “bucket bucket, why did Chen Yilu leave earlier than me? Why didn’t I take away the terminal illness? Why? What did I do wrong?”

It was night, Wu An couldn’t hold back tears.

【thirty-nine)

Wu An is forty-four years old.

He had a dream. Dreaming of a big white worm standing on the hot rocky ground.

The next day, he took a pot of water and a bit of dry food and walked into the depths of the mountain.

There are many mountains in this city.

The mountain is connected to the mountain.

He traversed the mountains, obsessively looking for the land in his dreams.

He didn’t find it.

On the third day, he bought a ticket and started to go to the next city.

He spread out a map of the country in the hotel and circled all the mountainous cities with a red pen. He followed a strange path, looking for it from a city to a mountain.

It took him a long time.

As if tirelessly.

I caught a cold twice in the middle.

On one of the colds, he seemed to have seen Shinigami’s sickle and cloak.

My son often called to care about him, but he still did not go home. He continued on his way, and then searched from city to mountain. His story gave rise to a kind of doubt: Was he wrong at the beginning?

Actually, there are no tigers on the mountain.

There are tigers in the mountains in the dream.

At least Wu An has never seen a tiger on the mountain.

When I figured this out, there was a cool wind blowing from the jungle, and the setting sun slowly faded. Then he laughed, tears in his eyes.

【forty)

Wu An is forty-five years old.

Yang Xiaojing walked into Wu An’s room with his son who was still in Fuzhen, and said to Wu An, “Abba, give your grandson a name! You have read so many books!”

“Um–

Wu An hesitated and began to walk around the wide room. He took one step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps, and seven steps. Suddenly he sat down by the bed and said, “Yang is a very surname. It sounds nice, just as nice as the surname Liu, it’s a very gentle word.”

“What is it called?”

“Well–” Wu An hesitated, and said, “This is the third eye of our family. Let’s call it Yang Zai.”

【forty one】

Wu An is forty-six years old.

Yang Jian is one year old. Yang Jian’s nose was big, like a lion’s nose, but his ears were soft.

Every night at 2:30, Yang Jian would cry once, waking Wu An in another room. Then Yang Xiaojing and his wife woke up and began to coax the child to sleep.

The next day, Wu An always said: “Your baby is the most difficult one I have ever seen to bring.”

【Forty-two)

Wu An is forty-seven years old.

The food stalls are noisy.

The shop with the acne-scarred face was extremely enthusiastic. When he saw Wu An and Peng Chengbing coming in, he immediately greeted him and said, “Sit here, sit here.

Wu An and Peng Chengbing sat down and brought an eggplant pot later.

There are also two bowls of rice.

“Drinking?” Wu An asked.

“Yeah. Have a drink.

“Boss, want three cold beer.”

【forty three)

Wu An is forty-eight years old.

Wu An returned to the countryside to live alone. He cultivated an acre of land and also set up a garden at the door to grow some vegetables. eggplant. Hanging beans. Convolvulus.

That rickety swing.

In the evening, he would sit up and have a swing, and then ride out on a bicycle, running along the dam and Qianxi all the way.

The water in Qianxi is not as good as before.

Occasionally one or two children play in the water. They don’t know Wu An, and Wu An doesn’t know them either.

“Where are you from?” they asked.

The summer night came early, and soon Wu An could not see the way. There was only a piece of gray, it was a black stone.

Ge Di startled two or three pigeons in the darkness, and one of them hit Wu An’s forehead. Wu An was very happy in his heart, with a happy smile on his face.

Early the next morning, he went to the shop of your uncle’s youngest son, sat at the tea table and said, “It’s so strange. Yesterday I was riding a bicycle and hit a black pigeon.

“Where did you hit it?” said your uncle’s son.

Wu An pointed to his forehead and said, “Here, it is here.”

【Forty-four)

Wu An is forty-nine years old.

………Please ask for flowers…….

Wu An had another dream. He dreamed that the vise he had hidden was discovered by Chen Yilu. Chen Yilu asked him to hand it over. He refused, so he went to the balcony and said to the blue sky:

“Blue sky, blue sky, why did Chen Yilu ask me to hand over the vise? How did she find the vise? Obviously I hide it very secretly. How did she find the vise!

After waking up, the room was very quiet, Wu An sat up from the bed, his heart throbbed like a tangled thread. Wu An said to the bedside table:

“Bedside table, bedside table, why does Chen Yilu only appear in her dreams? Why doesn’t she come back to see me? Why? Why?”

【forty five)

Wu An is fifty years old.

One side of the ear is not working well.

Not long ago, he went for cataract surgery. On the way to the hospital by car, he was very nervous and kept chanting those ancient poems:

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“It’s difficult to travel. There are many different roads here. There will be long winds and waves, and there will be times. Hang the clouds and sails to help the sea! The sky will come down to the people of Sri Lanka. You must first sharpen your weapons. ”

Reading in a mess.

Is it recitation? Or is it stress relief?

When Wu An was sitting at the door cutting his nails, there was a sudden pop in his ears. When he looked up, he saw Yang Jian standing beside the broken glass.

He scolded Yang Jian.

Yang Jian walked out of the house with teary eyes, walked to the door, and said to the tall green trees:

“Green tree, green tree, just now I broke a cup, grandpa scolded me, but if I broke a cup, he scolded me! Don’t adults never break a cup?”

“Green tree, green tree, I’m so pitiful, I was thrown here by my parents to live with this old man, but I just broke a cup, he scolded me, and gave me a ferocious look!”

“Green tree, green tree, are all grown-ups like this? Would mom and dad scold me and beat me when they saw me breaking the cup!”

Wu An heard what Yang Jian said, and drank a big cup of tea with ease.

This taste, comfortable!

【Forty-six)

Wu An is fifty-one years old.

In summer, Wu An will take Yang Jian to sleep on the rooftop. The sky is full of stars. The evening breeze gently swayed the palm trees next to the building. The floor is cool and clean. Yang Jian can’t sleep, he always pesters Wu An to tell stories. Big