[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

The silver-gray sky was crying, and the water reflected her sorrow, leaving ripples in her tears.A black beetle passed by the edge of the stagnant water, climbed over the concrete stone steps, and hurriedly climbed into the bouquet to avoid the rain.

A pair of small hands reached out to it hesitantly, trying to remove it from the back of the delicate lily petals.

"Cang Zhen." The old man in the wheelchair coughed.

The black-haired and black-eyed child shrank his neck: "I'm sorry, grandfather." He took small steps back to the woman in black holding an umbrella.

Zheng-chun brought him to the wheelchair, inserted the umbrella into the handle of the chair, and tightly covered his son and father.

"You don't have to apologize to me. Your grandmother will definitely criticize me if she hears me discipline her children like this again." The old man let out a breath slowly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his grandson's little head.

"Dad, Mom never criticized you, don't let Cang Zhen think she is a strict little old lady." Zheng Chun patted him on the shoulder lightly.

How powerful these shoulders were in the past, carrying the responsibility of revitalizing a family and a family in troubled times, but now they are thin and thin, with bones protruding visible to the naked eye.

Dad's laughter was a little hoarse: "Yeah...who has your mother been strict with in her life? She has always been so gentle...so gentle..."

He couldn't continue, he lowered his head and covered his face, his old body trembling in the seat.Looking at the portrait with a soft smile on the tombstone, Zheng Chun's tears also rolled in his eyes.

"Go to Dad." She nudged her son's back.Cang Zhen packed up the little whale raincoat on her body, hugged her legs, and rubbed her face against the old man's hands, and when she walked away quietly, she looked back three times with worried eyes.

Watching the little child go away, the sound of "slapping" rain boots also goes away, leaving the cage made of rain and the depressing silence.

"Although she was buried last year, she still needs to be moved here this spring... because it is your mother's last wish to bury her bones in the country... She said that among these children, she spends the least time with you... owes you the most... ...She wants to be closer to you..." A voice mixed with sobbing intermittently leaked out from between the fingers.

The bitterness is like a sharp knife in the heart, and the tears can no longer be suppressed: "I owe her... When she was seriously ill in autumn, I-why can't I stop my work and go see her! I am so close to the railway station. On the border of the country...even the last side..."

The sound of the rain gradually became louder, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella, the ground, the offerings, and the tombstone, and the kindly smiling face became more and more blurred.

"Since I was six years old, I spend less than a month at home every year, and spend even less time with her... She shouldn't worry about her illness, but I always make her worry about it... If I spend more time Accompany her..."

The jaw was trembling, the hand wiping the tears was trembling, and the growl was also trembling.

"I'm a selfish guy! She's not in good health and can't come to me, but I spend all my time on my own affairs, always putting off my plan to go back to see her... from the capital to Wuyu and back It only takes four days! Yet I only go back four or five times a year! What have I done!"

The withered hand slowly raised up, as if trying to wipe away the tears on her face, but in the end he just tugged at her sleeve. "Zhengchun," Dad's tone returned to calm, "What you are doing is related to the well-being of hundreds of thousands of people in the Land of Fire, and we have never thought of blaming you."

"I didn't even attend the whole funeral..." Zheng Chun knelt down with his head in his hands, his fingers deeply inserted into his hair.

"Get up! Your mother will be sad to see you like this!" he shouted, with a piercing cough.

Zheng-chun stood up, restrained her breathing, bit her lower lip, and pressed the short nails of both hands into her palms.

The sound of coughing gradually turned into heavy panting. The old man bent down, stood up the crooked bouquet again, and tried to reach out to wipe the tombstone dry.

His daughter did it for him.

"When your mother was young, she was one of the fastest among the Hyuga Clan. No matter whether it was rain, wind, or enemies on the battlefield, she couldn't catch up with her. She was so agile and beautiful, like a spirit deer in the forest. How many boys want to If you want to chase her, you won't be able to catch up." After getting old, Dad's white eyes are no longer as sharp as before, and cloudy flocs sink in the eyes.

The expression of the old man is full of nostalgia: "Even on the battlefield, she is the most dazzling one - she has always been embraced by the stars. But she is never arrogant, she will laugh for the laughter of others, for The sadness of others is sad... She always treats everyone with tenderness, and she never takes the initiative to harm anyone..."

"She paid for the members of the family, but never asked for anything in return... In this life, there are many things I have not done for her, and I am sorry for her..."

He was still struggling to touch the tombstone, his trembling body stretched as far as possible, like a swan lost in love.

"She is Hinata Mingqiu. She was born in autumn, gave birth to you in autumn, and returned to the spiritual land in autumn." Rough fingertips carefully caressed the inscribed inscription, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"She is my true love." He didn't say the words.

The rain had stopped at some point, and the golden sun shone directly from the clouds, making the smile on the portrait even brighter.

"Mom," Cang Zhen held Zhengchun with his left hand and Madara with his right, "Are you okay?"

"Mom is fine." She smiled to her son.

The little brow frowned, and the child pursed his lips, as if he was beginning to think.

Zheng Chun and her husband looked at each other, the latter pointed at her eye circles and shook his head.

She knelt down so that her eyes were at the same level as her son: "I'm sorry, Mom lied just now. Today is the day when my grandmother's tomb is moved here, so Mom is really sad."

"Why do you want to bury her? That way mom won't be able to meet her?" Cang Zhen was too young at that time to attend the funeral. Today is the first time he saw the coffin and the cemetery with his own eyes, so he has to try his best to understand him Questions that were rarely thought of before.

"Because she passed away." Madara also knelt down, supported Zheng Chun with one hand, and stroked his son's upper arm with the other.

"We'll never see Grandma again, will we?"

"Ah."

"'Death' means never seeing each other again, right?"

"Correct."

"So, my grandparents also..."

"Yes."

Zheng Chun watched Cang Zhen's every micro-movement and micro-expression worriedly, and Madara's hands were also clenched even tighter.

The fair little face flushed a little bit, the big black eyes were covered with mist, and the small brows became more and more wrinkled.

Is it too early to let him know this at a young age?

"Father, mother!" Cang Zhen rushed over, Zhengchun and Madara tensed up, uneasily catching them together.

"Don't die! We want to be together forever!" His tears wet Zheng Chun's sleeves.

"We will always be with you." She hugged her son.

Madara held his wife and children together in his arms: "Our bodies will disappear, but our love will be with you."

The author has something to say: 1. Mother's name is Mingqiu Hinata.

2. Dad's evaluation of mom has a core: "never vicious"

——This sentence is the words of condolence from the little grandfather to the old angel in "My Leader, My Group". When I saw it, tears fell instantly.

3. Only Ryukyu celebrates Ching Ming Festival with neon lights, but not in China.In this chapter, the date of moving the grave coincides with Qingming (a double crit for Zhengchun)