Chapter 20: The Past
"Oh, Qing Shui, you're back? It's a lot more than usual morning. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ā
Hand Da looked at the Qing Shui who walked into the yard with a surprised face, according to this kid's temperament, he never went home if he didn't cultivate until late at night every day, could he not change his sex today?
"Dad, tomorrow is the final exam of school, I will rest early tonight, and I will have to get up early tomorrow. ā
Qing Shui sat at the dining table with a tired face, waiting for the meal to start, his right hand supporting his chin, drooping his head, listless.
"Oh, there's an exam tomorrow, it's fast, a year has passed. ā
With a long sigh in his hand, he had a lot of nostalgia, where would the hungry Qing Shui give him a chance to speak, and shouted directly: "Dad, let's eat first, I'm going to starve to death." ā
"Good, good, eat, eat. ā
Plates of sumptuous dishes were brought to the table by calamus, looking at the dishes on the table, Qing Shui was a little dumbfounded.
He wrenched his fingers and muttered, "Well, today is not Daddy's birthday...... Well, it's not Calamus's birthday either...... Well, it's not my birthday either...... It doesn't seem like anything big is happening in the house today......"
Calamus stared at her younger brother who counted her fingers with black lines, she stretched out her left hand, aimed at the back of Qing Shui's head, and slapped it without hesitation, angrily scolding: "Enough! Today is the wedding anniversary of my father and mother!"
Hey~ Mother?
Qing Shui raised his head and looked at Calamus with a confused expression, he had never seen his mother since he was born, oh, or since the crossing, and he had never heard of his father and sister mentioning it.
Qing Shui didn't know what his mother looked like, what her temperament was, and he didn't know where she was.
The hand sitting in the main seat coughed a few times, and when she heard this voice, Calamus decisively put away her palm, sat down at the table honestly, and stared at her own dishes and chopsticks without squinting.
Qing Shui turned his gaze to his cheap daddy, wanting to get an answer.
"See what I'm doing?"
Hand hit without the slightest explanation, pick up his own dishes and chopsticks, and eat directly.
Hearing the sound of his father moving chopsticks, Calamus also picked up the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, picked up the dishes and sent them to his mouth.
"Daddy, don't you want to say something?"
Qing Shui's heart seemed to have a cat's paw scratching constantly, itching terribly.
The hand that was eating didn't even look at him, and directly ignored Qing Shui's words.
Qing Shui, who couldn't get an answer, turned his head to look at his sister, but what he was left with was a piece of dark hair.
"Hey, if you don't say it, you won't say it. ā
Shimizu picked up his chopsticks and buried himself in the rice.
At night, the bright moonlight shone into Qingshui's room.
He lay on the windowsill and looked up at the night sky, where the endless stars twinkled.
The sound of low footsteps sounded, and it didn't take long for Qing Shui's door to be opened, and a figure walked up to Qing Shui's side and sat down against him.
"Is it pretty?"
"It's okay. ā
After a brief two sentences, there was silence again.
Both of them stared at the dark night sky, silent.
The breeze blew and lifted the hair of the person next to her, a faint fragrance emanated from her hair, and a scent of grass penetrated the tip of Qing Shui's nose.
"Actually, my father never wanted you to know about my mother. ā
Qing Shui raised his eyebrows, held his head in his hands, lay on the ground, and asked, "Why?"
Calamus turned her head, stared at Qing Shui, who was shrouded in darkness, and said, "When you were born, your father happened to be out of the village, and you didn't see your mother for the last time. ā
Or that if the father had been by the mother's side, the mother would not have died. ā
Qing Shui was silent, in fact, he had already guessed about his mother, but today he was told by Calamus.
"Do you miss her?"
"Yes. ā
"Do you hate me?"
"Why should I hate you?"
"If it weren't for the birth of me, she wouldn't have died. ā
Calamus shook her head, her untied hair flying in all directions, and said, "It's just that those medical ninjas in Konoha Hospital are too incompetent." ā
Qing Shui shifted his body, rested his head on Calamus's lap, looked up at her chin, and asked, "Can you tell me what kind of person she is?"
Calamus lowered her head, the two looked at each other, she touched Qing Shui's cheek, and said softly.
"She's the best mother in the world......"
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The early morning rooster crow resounded throughout Konoha Village.
In their sleep, people have put on their clothes and washed up to start their day.
The faces of the people who work are full of happiness, for them, there is no noise of war, they can live every day peacefully, and watch their children grow up healthily, which is the greatest happiness.
Qing Shui sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes, listening to the story all night last night, and he didn't know how he fell asleep.
He only felt that his neck hurt badly, and he hammered it with his right hand, which was even more sore, and it was estimated that he was stiff.
Just when Qing Shui wanted to get up, he felt as if something was wrapped around his waist, he lifted the quilt ignorantly, and a pair of white and tender arms were on his waist.
What the hell?
This scene frightened Qing Shui, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes, reached out to pry the hair of the person next to him, and took a closer look, Calamus's pretty face was white and red.
I actually put my sister to sleep?
it!
A chill penetrated Qing Shui's heart, and he trembled and shook Calamus's hands, trying to escape from her embrace.
Unexpectedly, when Qing Shui just touched Calamus's arm, she woke up, and she stared at Qing Shui in white pajamas in confusion, and asked in a daze, "When is it?"
"...... Already...... It's not too early...... I'm going to school. Qing Shui replied with a trembling body.
Seeing this, Calamus reached out and touched Qing Shui's forehead, and said, "Are you sick?
Feeling the temperature coming from his forehead and smelling the faint fragrance, the water trembled even more.
"I didn't ...... Nothing, I ...... I'm just excited. ā
"Excited, excited, what?"
After a night, Calamus only felt that the water had become strange.
"Today...... I'm going to take an exam, so I'm excited. ā
Qing Shui showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, he pulled the clothes beside him, put them on his body, and walked out while putting on his clothes.
"Bang. ā
Qing Shui's feet slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground.
"You're so weird today. ā
Sitting there, Calamus looked at Qing Shui, who was trembling on the ground, and said strangely: "Isn't it just the final exam? You haven't been in class for a semester, what's there to be excited about." ā
Qing Shui didn't dare to reply, he rolled over and looked down at his left foot, where a white strip of cloth was wrapped around his foot.
What is this!
Qing Shui untied the strip of cloth on his feet, took a closer look, and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it carefully.
A rich scent......
He slowly raised his head, only to see Calamus staring at the object in his hand with a bewildered expression.
"I ...... I'm gone......"
Qing Shui put down the strip of cloth and retreated towards the door with his hands and feet......
"Qing Shui! Stop! You dead ghost!"
Hearing this, Qing Shui turned around and ran......
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Today, I heard from a friend that my novel was pirated.
At that time, I replied to him with MMB......
Later, he told me about piracy, and there were 17 book reviews there......
I'm drunk too......