For the war years, death is really the most ordinary word, and war is the greatest carnival of death, the most magnificent funeral of the dead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It can be said that death is the proper meaning of war, and it is normal.

However, when this kind of thing happens to you, around you, and to people you know, you will realize the cruelty of this word.

Life is not child's play, which means that life cannot be repeated, and if you die, you will die, and you will never be resurrected. The memories of him in your life will be broken, and the fragments will gradually decay over a long period of time, and eventually turn into ashes of time and disappear forever.

What can Mingyu say? There was only silence, only a pale and weak sentence of "mourning and change", and he couldn't even bear to look at this woman. This woman, who once left a bad impression on him, is now just a miserable person with a broken family, a lonely and miserable person.

"Maki is dead!I'm dying for you!How can you be so indifferent!?"

In the midsummer of May, the bright sun shone on the clean living room, but the woman's cry was like a lonely and lost cold goose in the frosty sky of September, bitter and bloody, sharp and piercing.

In Mingyu's ears, there was a shocking feeling that his eardrum had been punctured, and he raised his head and said in a lost voice: "What did you say?"

Hinata Lanzi sneered: "You won't know until now, right? Zhenhui, your death is too worthless, what you exchanged for death is just a comfortable life for others, he doesn't even know about your death, Zhenhui, how can you be so favoritistic, how can you lose your life for the sake of such a person with a thin nature, how can you lose your life for a foreigner? Zhenhui, you are so stupid!"

It's so ruthless!How can you leave me alone!?"

At the end, she fell on the glass table and began to cry out in tears. But because she had already cried hoarsely, her cry was like a night owl.

Mingyu said in a deep voice: "What the hell is going on?"

Hinata Lanzi slowly raised up, stared at Mingyu with bloodshot eyes, and said hatefully: "Don't you understand? Zhenhui died for you!"

"For me?" Mingyu was stunned, "Please be careful!"

"Do you know how Maki died? Not by someone, but by the Caged Bird Technique!" Hinata Lanko gritted her teeth and said, "As soon as Maki's body came back, I saw at a glance that something was wrong, and after my indomitable interrogation, I finally asked the truth! On the day of the triumph, you Uchiha offended Tuanzang and was hunted down by Tuanzang's order, and Maki wanted to report to you - how could he do such a stupid thing - but he was known by the head of the family, and the result was ......."

Speaking of the sad part, Hinata Lanzi covered her head and cried, and finally roared, "How do you think you survived in the field of Saitama ?

Mingyu was stunned.

His head was in a mess, and he didn't know how he sent Hinata Lanzi away, but he remembered that Mrs. Lanzi roared, accused, and scolded the heavens and the earth - Mingyu, Yosuke, Maki, Zhihui, and even the entire Uchiha, Hinata, Konoha, and even the entire ninja world, this profession, were all in the resentment of this woman whose heart was broken.

As for the aftermath, he had no impression at all.

He sat on the couch, looking dejected, as if he had been hit by a typhoon—and Mrs. Lanzi's words had undoubtedly ravaged his heart in a gust of typhoon.

He felt a splitting headache, he felt ashamed, he felt ashamed, he felt empty...... He clutched his head tightly, as if trying to grasp something, but in the end he was left with nothing but pain.

Hinata's death brought him even more stimulation than the headshot in front of him at that time, and he felt as if something in his mind was tightly twisted, torn vigorously, and could be twisted at any time.

When Sunset Red saw Mingyu, he curled up in the sofa like a worm, and the afternoon sun shone on half of his body, reflecting a white light, which made the other side appear deeper and darker, with a sense of heat, contrasting the colder and colder on the other side.

"What's wrong?"

Sunset Red hugged him tightly, her hands kept caressing his back, trying her best to suppress her bewilderment, she knew that she couldn't show her vulnerability now, and the boy needed her comfort now.

"Red," his voice was hoarse and low, like the sound of a whimpering flute in the cool breeze of the night, "I...... Isn't it particularly useless?"

Two lives, especially a traverser, may not even be aware of himself, or perhaps he may not admit it, in the depths of his soul, he has always maintained a natural sense of superiority over this world. Especially after his adventures and adventures, his strength has soared all the way, and he has reached the peak of the ninja world in just six years since the beginning of his cultivation, under the effect of his kind nature, this sense of superiority has turned into a sense of mission and responsibility.

However, in the other direction, this sense of superiority evolves into a perfectionism in which everything must be done, and as a result, he becomes more difficult to endure failure and frustration than ordinary people.

And when someone dies because of him, and someone dies because of him, this kind of self-confidence and self-esteem will be hit hard, and the contusion caused to him will be more uncomfortable than being defeated in person.

Because this made him realize the fact that he was actually a mortal.

"How can you think that?"

Unexpectedly, Mingyu actually doubted himself, such a fragile Mingyu, she saw it for the first time, she couldn't help but be surprised, holding his face with both hands, staring into his eyes, and said seriously and surely: "In my sister's mind, Mingyu is the most amazing person and the most trustworthy person, Mingyu's shoulders will always make people feel so relieved and warm, in this world, there is no one who can compare to my sister's Mingyu." ”

The eyes, as pure as autumn water, as bright as summer, with a little unease, but also precipitated warmth and trust—like ripples on the surface of a silent lake—looked at him, his cheeks flushed with nervousness, and his nose even oozed fine beads of sweat......

The sun shone down, and the dew on the jade emitted a crystal light, reflecting the eyes of the thirsty and cracked eyes, like a pair of magical hands, smoothing and smoothing the nerves that had been tense and twisted by the long struggle of pain, making them soothing and gentle, like smoothing the folds on a white shirt.

The shirt is white, the tired head is also white, Mingyu is drunk, Mingyu sleeps.

When Mingyu woke up, it was already dusk, and the sky was twilight.

"Awake?" said Sunset Red in surprise.

She kept watching Mingyu by the bed.

Mingyu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his lips were extremely dry, and his throat seemed to be scorching.

"Here, drink water!"

Sunset Red was like a roundworm in his belly, bringing tepid water.

The silky liquid moistened his throat, and Xintian seemed to come back to life, and Sunset Red wanted to take the bowl back, but Mingyu held it with one hand, and then the whole person fell on the bed.

"Red, thank you......"

The evening breeze is tickling.