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Qing Shui stepped into the house, a low voice entered his ears, and Qing Shui, who was looking down and thinking, suddenly raised his head and found that his cheap father was sitting in the courtyard, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, staring at the white clouds floating in the sky with a melancholy face.

This shape is really a bit ......

Seeing the appearance of his hand beating, Qing Shui complained weakly in his heart.

Qing Shui walked to the side of the hand, followed his example, and also looked at the sky.

The blue sky, as clear as a transparent mirror, thick white clouds, clumps of cotton, bursts of waves, hanging on this side of the sky, embellished on the other side of the sky, decorating the sky like a picture.

"This incident is relatively short, only two weeks later, I thought you would be out there for a while?"

He took out a pipe with his hand and put it in his mouth, and with his right hand he took out a box of matches from the waistband of his trousers, took out one and swiped it, and lit the tobacco leaves in the pipe. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the tobacco filling his chest, and the next moment, he opened his mouth slightly and spit out a smoke ring.

Qing Shui saw his father's movements, and he was also a little greedy, in his previous life, Qing Shui was also an old smoking gun, but after crossing over, the need for this aspect seemed to disappear.

"Would you like to take a bite too?"

Hand beat the pipe to Shimizu and asked.

Qing Shui hesitated for a while, but still took the pipe handed by his father, put it in his mouth, and took a sharp breath. After a moment, Qing Shui's lips opened slightly, and he spat out a faint smoke ring.

"Yo, boy, did you steal my cigarette?"

A thick slap slapped on the back of Qing Shui's head, and directly smoked Qing Shui, and the pipe in his hand almost fell to the ground. Qing Shui rubbed the back of his head, and said to his father with an innocent face: "How is it possible, this is my first attempt!"

With a sneer, he snatched the pipe from Qing Shui's hand and put it in his mouth. He slowly stood up, patted Qing Shui on the shoulder, and motioned for his son to follow.

Qing Shui followed behind Hand Punch, and the two walked into the house.

"Hurt?"

A low and sexy voice sounded, and the hand that walked in front didn't look back, and asked Qing Shui casually.

Qing Shui was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "A little injury." ”

The two came to the tea room, sat opposite each other, fiddling with the tea set in front of them, and said lightly: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Qing Shui squinted, his eyes constantly shaking with the movement of his hand. After hearing his father's inquiry, Qing Shui's thoughts didn't know where they had drifted.

In Tianhai Village, dozens of samurai died because of his detonation charm, and he was inexplicably involved in the Daimyo Succession Incident; in the Fire Grass mission, he was inexplicably attacked by the Sand Hidden Ninja, and he still doesn't know what the purpose of the other party's attack is; in the Rain Country incident, he knew the cruelty of the puppeteer and the darkness of the Sand Hidden Village; and the Vortex Village made him see how small his personal power is.

"I don't know where to start, and I don't know how to say it. ”

Qing Shui didn't want to tell Shouda everything he had experienced, in his eyes, he was still the father who got up early every day, worked hard, and was positive.

Yes, it's the father.

"Let's talk about the nearest vortex village. ”

He shook the teapot with his hand, poured a cup of water, and picked up the cup of tea in front of him, put it to his mouth, and blew it gently.

Qing Shui hesitated, the affairs of Vortex Village could not be described clearly in words, and it was impossible to easily tell his father, an ordinary person.

"I know what you're worried about. ”

He took a sip of tea with his hand, and the whole person let out a pleasant sigh, he shook his head and said, "Are you afraid that after Daddy, an ordinary person, knows about it, it will spread out, right?"

"Hey, forget it, Daddy won't ask, you'll just come back, rest early. ”

Hand put down the teacup in his hand, waved his hand at Qing Shui, and sat there weakly.

"No, that's not what I meant. ”

Qing Shui's explanation blurted out: "I'm just organizing the language and trying to better describe it to my father." ”

Shouda raised his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at Qing Shui, and said, "Really?"

Qing Shui nodded, his mind turned rapidly, his lips moved slightly, and he began to tell his hands about what he had experienced in the past two weeks.

Qing Shui told in great detail, and he was listening carefully, time flew by, and when the sunset was reflected in the tea room, Qing Shui recounted everything.

Looking at his son who was drinking water, he slowly asked, "Do you hate Konoha?"

Qing Shui was asked by his father's question, he stared at his hand in a daze, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, there are some people who hate their practices, and I have somehow become the messenger of the letter......

He raised his eyebrows, nodded undeniably, and continued to ask, "You hate Konoha for this kind of behavior?"

Qing Shui clasped his hands together, puffed up his chest, looked at the hand fight, and said, "Even if a person's strength reaches the level of the first Hokage, isn't it still dust to dust and dust to earth in the end? ”

"Are you getting stronger for freedom?" said the hand smiled, the clear water in front of him was really different from his impression, not as cute as when he was a child.

"Freedom?"

Qing Shui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, I just want to live in peace." ”

Alive, is a word that is within reach and out of reach!

Becoming a ninja means walking on the edge of a cliff all the time, and an unstable situation is the end of death. There is no one else who can survive to the end at an advanced age, except for the little man of Onoki.

"Why don't you ignore your teacher?"

After a while, Hand Da continued to ask.

"Hey, Daddy, how do you know? ”

Qing Shui is a little strange, the matter of his coming out of the whirlpool Mito should only be known to a few people on the spot, how can his father know about this matter?

"As soon as you get back to the village, you go to Mito's house, and you come back in less than half an hour. ”

said lightly, Qing Shui scratched his head when he heard it, not knowing how to answer.

Of course, Shimizu directly ignored the hand-hit to the whirlpool Mito address.

"Your teacher is also very entangled, but it is her people who have died. ”

He drank the rest of the tea, cleaned up the messy table, stood up slowly, touched his son's head, and said, "People, sometimes I just can't help myself." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the tea room with his things in his hands.

Before leaving, Shouda also said: "Son, I'll go to the store to have a look, if you're hungry, come to the store to eat noodles!"

Looking at his father's distant back, Qing Shui suddenly shouted.

"Daddy, what's our last name?"

In the distance, there was a sound of hand beating: "Your grandfather didn't tell me this question~"