The wind stops the grass of the southern country

[Thirteen]

Many years later, Uchiha Sasuke once visited the country across the river.

At that time, Uchiha Sasuke had already killed the man he hated the most, but the world played him cruelly in applause, making him understand that he and his best friends would never go back to the past.

Konoha used his brother to play such a big conspiracy.

—Why do you hate so much?Do you hate the Bright World and them who live there?

That woman in red named Feiqin, Sasuke has long forgotten her appearance over the years, but her words are always imprinted in his mind.

And the other person imprinted in his mind was not just a sentence.

Lucky's tomb is a small unnamed tombstone buried under the most lush poplar tree in the forest north of River Country.On the small tombstone is only lightly engraved: Lucky.Those who don't know may think that there are rich treasures buried in the ground.

Several deadly alfalfa sticks were planted beside the tombstone.These Qianben and her lived and died together in the new world, which has long been a kind of symbiotic relationship.

The area around the tombstone was originally barren for a year or two due to the needlepoint toxin seeping into the ground.Not even a weed grew, but in the third year a wind from nowhere scattered the seeds of alfalfa here.When spring comes to the earth, the alfalfas all poke their heads out one after another, and they look soft and tender green from a distance.The life-threatening alfalfa is also hidden in the middle, and it is no longer possible to tell which one is Qianben and which one is real grass.

As soon as autumn comes, the alfalfa will turn into a fiery red color, just like clouds that have fallen to the ground.Make people mesmerized.

Among the clover grass surrounded by flames, the young man in black sat alone beside the small tombstone for an afternoon.

"Lucky, you might hate me now."

The current Uchiha Sasuke is no longer the same as the slightly stubborn boy in the past. He is like a bloodthirsty Shura facing the revenge of the whole world. His hands are covered with blood, and countless crazy undead are entwined under his sword. .

When Feiqin said goodbye, he said, I hope you will still have your faith when we meet again.

But his world has already been turned upside down, why did he not change his belief?Maybe he once regarded the man he hated day and night as his faith, but now he only believes in his own power, and everything regards himself as a god,

This is Uchiha Sasuke who climbed back from the end of hell and was reborn from the ashes.

Fortunately, he has never seen Feiqin since then.That beautiful woman in red seems to have disappeared after that farewell.Or maybe it's because Lucky also disappeared, she always goes where Lucky is.

"Sasuke-kun, it's time to go." Suigetsu greeted him from a distance.

Sasuke let out a long sigh, picked up his sword and stood up.But when he was about to take a step, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the two lines of small words in the lower right corner of the tombstone.

Two familiar names were engraved on the cold marble in a beautiful cursive script.The cool autumn wind gently kissed the blood-red alfalfa lawn, and these two lines of small characters peeked out in the red sea waves, looming.

Hikin Kawakami

Akira Hanazawa

Sasuke stared at the two lines of small characters for a long time, and did not look away for a long time.

Really long.

"Sasuke-kun, are you bewitched!?"

After a while, Shuiyue's impatient urging sound reached his ears.Sasuke came back to his senses, and responded lightly, his eyes left the tombstone, and gathered on the distant horizon little by little.The soft emotions and indifferent sadness just now gradually receded, and the pure black pupils like black jade seemed to be surging like wind and clouds.

The current Uchiha Sasuke is like this.

Even though his brother's expectation of him is not like this, even if Lucky's expectation of him is not like this.But he still chose to go on.His own way of tolerance, his own chosen fate.

He Uchiha Sasuke, he no longer wants to live in a world where others are kings.In his new world, he is the king of ups and downs.Is the master of everything.

Sasuke's figure in black flitted across the desolate and bloody lawn like the wind, like a hallucination with an overly gorgeous sense of distortion.He saw a black eagle flying northward in the brilliant morning glow, over the deep green hills, and disappearing in the brilliant halo of the setting sun.

After that, the only textured repetition left is the rustle of walking on grass.

[END]

The author has something to say:

[Postscript] (This article was first published on Baidu Sasuke Bar)

This can be regarded as an article that I am quite back to the main line.

It is also an article in which the hero and heroine are most similar to the hero and heroine [this sentence is so weird]

And I don't know what's missing in my article but I know it's missing something I can't explain but it makes me sad

Okay, don't be sad, let's talk about this article

The image of Lucky was sketched in my mind a long time ago

Originally, I wanted to write her more decadent, but then Fei Qin appeared...

Then Sasuke's ending is some of my thoughts on him

Since he wants to get rid of even the most important people's expectations of himself and stick to his own path, no matter what path he takes, I will continue to support him. I hope he will be a true king on the path he chooses in the new world he forged. be there god

For the first sixteen or seventeen years, he seemed to be living for others, the shadow of his parents, his brother, and then endless hatred

Now I hope he's really like an eagle when he's free from all shackles

The winner is king and he must be king

This article is different from the previous ones. I have integrated a lot of my thinking into many dialogues of the characters, and some descriptions that are almost monologues also contain my own emotions.

So this article has a kind of sketching and preaching, which is particularly long-winded == I’m sorry

Maybe it's because people think about too many things when they get old. Look at the sky.

For example, when we still have the ability to cherish the people we love, we should not pretend that we don't care

Another example is that since other people really don’t care about you, their gestures can make you heartbroken, but what can you do? Struggling and screaming?

I’m in my third year of high school, and my life as a foreign party is getting more and more brutal. All kinds of heavy academic pressure and exam pressure are killing me. Except for winter and summer vacations, I don’t have much time to come to the bar or write articles.

But I still want to thank those who no matter how long I disappeared and saw me appear, they will rush up to me and say long time no see, and they will still read my articles seriously {This makes me very ashamed because my writing is so bad ...}The people who can still support me as always

i want to say i love you

That's it =v=