Who blew a pool of spring water,

Who composed a new song,

It's it,

It's the March wind......

The warm March breeze blew through the grassy fields and through the vast forests, gently swirling on the telephone poles, rolling up the fine sand of the Hokage Rock and sprinkling the leaves under the spring sun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the warm wind rolled up the robe and pressed against his skin, the three generations of Hokage were in a trance, feeling so unreal, just like the young man in front of him.

The three Hokage stood still, motionless, the wind blurring his eyes.

In the wind, the young man's clothes were flying, his smile was like a flower, and he said disrespectfully: "Old man, if you haven't seen you for a few days, do you have Alzheimer's disease?"

The sun shone mottled golden fragments, a brilliant chrysanthemum trembled in the wind, joy overflowed from every texture, and every petal was a flame: "You kid is still looking for such a fight!"

The young man smiled faintly, waved his hand, and his voice was as lazy as being exposed to the warm sun: "I'm home, don't look for me if you have anything, don't look for me if you have something." ”

The white clothes fluttered, and his figure disappeared into the wind.

The eyes of the old man, surrounded by wrinkles, stared into the distance, as if looking through time and space, and the bright spring light sprinkled on the corners of his crooked mouth, as if sprinkled on the treetops that sheltered the greenery.

In the wind, his muttering could be heard: "This kid ......"

Since February, there have been a lot of major events, and various big news have emerged one after another, among which the high-profile and continuous fermentation is the death of the Konoha prodigy "White Despair" Uchiha Mingyu, which has simply spread the news of the entire ninja world.

Whether this message is bad news or good news, whether the listeners are sad and weeping or rejoicing, each has its own attitude, but it has been spread with nose and eye, and the speaker is chiseled, and after a long time, even the originally determined people have begun to waver.

Orochimaru, who knew the truth, did not stand up to clarify the facts, perhaps because he was too lazy to say, or maybe because the people who were happy to see Konoha sighed for him, cried bitterly for him, and were sad for him.

The news of death came from Yuyun Mountain, and the saddest thing was not only the Uchiha clan, but of course the old man who turned into a statue and kept an eye on Konoha all the time.

Mingyu is undoubtedly the spark passed down from generation to generation, and the sustenance of the next generation of Konoha has poured his hard work and hope, not a master and an apprentice, but a master and an apprentice.

He inherited the will and dreams of the previous Hokage, and hoped that it would continue in that boy. Hearing the news of Mingyu's death, he couldn't believe it at first, but as time went on, Mingyu still didn't hear from him, and the Uchiha's people asked more and more frequently, and Orochimaru was vague and flickering, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Mingyu's death is tantamount to breaking a spiritual pillar for him, when someone who has placed his dreams on dies, he seems to die with him, since January, midnight dreams, this empty feeling of loss often swells in the heart of this old man.

Now, the boy was safe and sound, his smile was still bright, and he was even happier to be comforted by him than he was to learn of the victory in the war.

The old man's low sigh was still heard in the March wind: "This kid ......"

The news of Mingyu's return to Konoha also spread like the wind throughout the ninja world - how fast the news of his death spread, how fast the news of his life spread, the sadness naturally shed a few inches of tears in vain, and those who were so happy that they shook their hands and legs were twisted and numb were even more daze-eyed, and they were happy in vain.

He came back, but this time he came back to live in a simple place, it was like evaporating from the world, the door was not out of the second door, and even the Hokage-sama's edict could not be moved, the reason was simple and willful, making people speechless: "Lao Tzu is tired, please take two months off." ”

The three generations of Hokage are helpless, but the war situation is already very clear, Konoha is in his hands, advancing steadily, and he can recover the lost territory in a short time, and the western battlefield has Jiraiya and Bo Feng Shuimen in charge, and the country of wind will not be able to fight for a while, but it is true that Mingyu does not need to run around anymore, so he simply let him play enough.

What about Mingyu? He is indeed disgusted with war, and he wishes he could ask for as long as he can, but it is his duty for ninjas to obey orders, and it is naturally Keiko who really gives him the confidence to dare to put forward this willful reason in a high-sounding manner.

Mingyu was almost scared to death when he got home, wondering if he had entered the wrong house and walked to the funeral home, the fence was tied with a black belt, and there were hanging banners floating in the hall, which was no different from the funeral home.

I don't know if it's love and hatred, happiness and sadness, or sadness, or sadness, and the change of temperament, seeing Mingyu come back, Keiko almost didn't strangle her son to death and suffocate him to death.

After checking that her baby son not only did not lack catties or two pounds, but also grew a few catties of fat, Keiko relieved her mind and came back to her senses, and the next thing was to interrogate and interrogate, torture and torture.

Mingyu wondered where Keiko learned these doorways, and he felt ashamed in his heart, so he naturally made a detailed way with him.

However, he forgot the clear precept of confessing to sitting in a lenient prison, and learned of the cause and effect, Keiko gave a death order, not to accept dangerous tasks again, within a month, not to go out for business, not to go out easily without permission, and to stay at home with his old mother honestly.

The world is big, and the mother is the biggest. Mother has an order, Mingyu is naturally happy to be idle, close the door to thank guests, and ignore mundane affairs.

Of course, closing the door to thank someone is ineffective, as soon as she heard the news of Mingyu's return, she immediately withdrew from the battlefield eight hundred miles away and hurried back.

Of course, it is Miss Sunset Hong who wants to worry about her stomach day and night, compared to Keiko, she is unscrupulous and arbitrary, the tears are like an ocean of unbridled and gushing for thousands of miles, pinching her fingers and powering through the golden cracked stone for a hundred turns, the two tricks take turns, Mingyu's newly strengthened body was almost not refined into a hundred fingers and pinched into a braid, and the blue and purple were miserable and shocking.

The wind in March is as small as a song, and in the three-room living room, which is not very spacious, the clatter of pots and pans, the crackling of cooking rice and stir-frying, the rustling of leaves blown by the wind, and the sound of someone's ghost crying wolf and someone's giggling laughter in the room, play a harmonious symphony in late spring March. Even the warm sun outside the window seemed to dance quietly to the melodious melody, and the lilacs that bloomed under the fence became a slim and shy little girl, unscrewing her purple dance dress in the breeze.

The situation of the times is treacherous and ever-changing, and the war beasts are trampling on the living beings, everyone's fate is like a thread being played with by fate at will, and it will be torn off at will if you are tired of playing, only strong people can get rid of the mercy of fate and master their own destiny.

Mingyu is confident that he is already such a person, his return brings sunshine and dispels the clouds at home, and this small home, which is still shrouded in sadness for a long time, has become a warm nest, far away from the world, like a peach paradise that makes people linger.

He liked this paradise, he liked these two flower-like smiles, and he liked to fall asleep under the gaze of their gentle eyes.

It was only at home that he really slept soundly.

Therefore, in order to protect this hard-won warm nest, he is willing to become a demon.