The omniscient god (doesn't) talk to his own home, Shota, and his chatter instinct is 100% unleashed. When the interest came up, Zhao Fenghong jumped off the roof and took out the mulberry wood pipa that A-Xing had given her, intending to show the Uchiha Itachi the unparalleled musical cells of the gods.

"This is one of mankind's greatest inventions." Terukaede held the pipa plectrum and said to Itachi Uchiha, "Music can make people forget their worries, but it can also make people feel happy. …… Listen, this is a festival for the gods. ”

She plucked it for the first time, and a short, crisp tone popped out of the strings. It's a calm and slow piece, laid out by a few recurring tones. It didn't take long for the window of the neighbor's house next door to be pushed open, and a middle-aged man poked his head out and shouted: "What kind of noise is the third watch in the middle of the night!" Let's not let people sleep well! ”

Uchiha Itachi whispered, "Teacher, it seems like it's really late now. ”

Zhao Fenghong put down the plectrum in a daze.

What a belch! In human novels, it is said that "singing and playing with friends under the moonlit night" ...... Not romantic at all. She forgot that humans need to sleep, and the middle of the night is the time for humans to rest. Only people like Uchiha Itachi, who often perform tasks in the middle of the night, will still come out at this time.

After talking on a moonlit night, about half a month later, Terukaede met Uchiha Itachi again.

He put on a stern face, looked solemn, and said seriously: "Teacher, I have already asked my seniors. Now I know what a man's counting stick is. ”

Zhao Fenghong, who was watching the intimate heaven, shook his hands and almost dropped the magazine on his hand. She slowly raised her head and asked hesitantly, "...... What is it? ”

"The so-called counting stick." Uchiha Itachi spread out his hands and explained to Teru Kaede, "It's a prop used to measure numbers. Probably because men often work in the work related to accounts, they are associated with counting sticks. ”

Zhao Fenghong breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Which senior did you consult?" ”

"Kakashi-senpai Hachiki." Itachi Uchiha was surprisingly honest.

"- He's a good man!" Zhao Fenghong said.

Kakashi Hagi is such a good person who is understanding and willing to be a teacher......

After solving the puzzle, Uchiha Itachi was reluctant to leave. Seeing that the sun was setting lower and lower at the end of autumn, and evening had come, the black-haired teenager still sat quietly on the bench next to Zhao Fenghong, as if waiting for something.

There is a cute eleven-year-old Xiao Zhengtai sitting next to him, and the latest volume of "Intimacy Paradise" in his hand is not so attractive. Zhao Fenghong only felt that the Uchiha Itachi was exuding a pitiful light wave all over his body (Kagetsu Courtyard brand filter). So, she closed the book and began to stare back.

Staring――

"Teacher, it's a little strange to look at me like this." Uchiha Itachi said, "Is there something on my face?" …… Did the sauce of the dumplings get on your face? ”

"Nope." Zhao Fenghong replied, "I'm just wondering, aren't you going to find Sasuke?" I remember that at this time of the day, Sasuke was already in a hurry to find you to accompany him to practice shuriken. If he finds out that you're with me again, Sasuke will be angry and leave. Well...... Angry little Sasuke is so cute. ”

Uchiha Itachi: ......

"When I'm with my teachers, I feel relaxed." Uchiha Itachi replied honestly, "Always reminding yourself to do what you can for your family and the village." …… Over time, I don't even know myself very well. Shisui-kun also said...... It's so good that I always deliberately want to become mature beyond my years. If you were with the teacher, you wouldn't have to act so forcefully. ”

Zhao Fenghong was stunned for a moment.

The Uchiha Itachi was leaning back on a bench, the autumn trees stretching their branches, a branch of yellow and green intersecting leaves overlapping each other, and from time to time a few scattered fallen leaves floated down, brushing over the Uchiha Itachi's dwarf head and landing at his feet. Looking at Uchiha Itachi's appearance, Zhao Fenghong couldn't help but want to pinch his face that seemed to be a little childish.

"What, you're just an eleven-year-old." Eleven-year-old who is jumping up and receiving gifts from the restaurant' and 'making a fuss about going on an adventure alone'. Zhao Fenghong resisted the urge to pinch that white and tender little face: "A child who has just stepped out of the ninja school, why would he say such a thing?" ”

If it were another child, His Royal Highness Zhao Fenghong would definitely roll her eyes to the sky, and then spit on her/his "pretending to be mature" and "middle two disease". It's a pity that this qiē is extremely suitable for Uchiha Itachi.

"I always feel like the teacher is about to leave again." Itachi turned his head sideways and said to Terukaede, "So, let's deceive Sasuke a little first...... Next time I practice shuriken with him, he will definitely forgive me. ”

Well?

Does Itachi-kun have such a cute side?

Zhao Fenghong was flattered.

When Uchiha Itachi faced his younger brother and family, he was always a perfect eldest son and an excellent older brother, humble and polite, calm, and did not show his weaknesses at all, and tried to show his desire to protect and be strong. However, when facing the "teacher" of Zhao Fenghong, he will unconsciously reveal the true nature of an eleven-year-old child.

"Ah, yes. Not necessarily. Zhao Fenghong avoided the important and did not dare to answer directly.

She's really about to leave here - I wonder if Itachi-kun will forget about her this time? It's a shame.

"Then, teacher, please make an appointment with me again." Uchiha Itachi held out his finger towards Kaede. The wind mixed with the autumn leaves blew away the black hair in front of Itachi's forehead, and those few strands of soft hair rubbed his shiny Konoha forehead, and also teased the little heart of His Highness Fenghong.

However, Zhao Fenghong's fingers hesitated, but they couldn't stretch out.

"Itachi-kun, you're eleven years old. Do you still have to make such a childish agreement......" Zhao Fenghong said.

"If you don't agree, does that mean you will leave again?" Itachi lowered his hand and said, "That's a pity. ”

The childish Uchiha Itachi is gone, and now he is back to the gentle and perfect Uchiha Itachi.

"Itachi-kun, parting is the common sense of the world. As the saying goes, 'there is no banquet in the world', and every qiē has an end. Whether it is a magnificent dynasty or a magnificent banquet, there will be a day when the smoke will disappear. Even in the world we live in, there will be times when it stops. Time and history are the most inviolable things in the world......"

"Okay, teacher. Okay, okay. Uchiha Itachi nodded three times: "I see." …… It's okay not to complete this agreement with me, because the promise I made with my teacher when I was a child has not yet been fulfilled. …… Even if the teacher leaves, I will meet again one day. ”

"You have a point." His Highness nodded in agreement.

After Uchiha Itachi said these words, he looked at the early sky, and left. This little guy has not yet grown in size, and walks in the sunset like a thin little sapling. The black and soft pigtails were blown by the wind, and the back was stretched obliquely by the setting sun, making it look more and more slender.

He stepped down the steps one by one, and his figure disappeared from Zhao Fenghong's sight little by little. From the legs, to the backs of the hands, then to the shoulders with black hair tops.

Zhao Fenghong sat on a bench in the park, and the afterglow of the setting sun just happened to reflect a page on the book. On the half-dusk and half-white pages, the vertical lines are neat and dry, and a story belonging to humanity is engraved one by one-"Miss Teng Shu Mika finally left this sad place and started a new journey with her love." Will she miss the encounter and parting with Haruta on the way? No one knows the right answer. ”

Zhao Fenghong lowered her head, curled a handful of red hair that fell on her shoulder with her fingers, and muttered in her mouth: "...... Goodbye, Itachi-kun. ”

×

The great god Zhao Fenghong's highness finally plans to leave here.

Traveling through time and space is so easy that with a simple finger rubbing, God's will automatically takes effect in the human mind, crackling and erasing memories, emotions, and stories of the past.

No one deserves a god's footing. The overturned years will wash away the traces of a qiē person's existence, and the gods are eternal. There is a huge gully that cannot be filled by human strength alone. The only way is to fill the gap with emotion, but the person who can do that has not yet appeared.

Even the most pampered children will be forged out, not to mention the former caregivers, guardians, friends and hostesses.

After the transformation of time and space according to maple red, he landed, bent over, patted the cuffs, and completed it in one go.

I don't know which corner of the world she is in now?

While thinking like this, Zhao Fenghong raised her head in the night. I saw a beautiful clear yellow full moon hanging in the night sky, and dim clouds drifting in the night sky. Directly opposite, on the bare hillside, several giant Hokage heads were looking down on the place from all angles.

Maple Red: ......???

Why is it Konoha Ninja Village again?

Could it be that the time-space movement has failed?

Suspicious, Terukae turned to the side of the street—discovering that this was the street where she had worked, and that A-Xing's izakaya was nearby. The thin and slender Zhao Fenghong reflected in the glass window with small shoulders still looks like the weak appearance of the shoulders that cannot resist and cannot be lifted, it is the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong.

However, the timing was not right, as A-Xing's izakaya had moved away and turned into a ramen shop.

The cold moonlight fell on the silent streets, and there was silence all around, and the night was very deep, and people probably had fallen asleep. Such silence made Zhao Fenghong a little overwhelmed.

What year is Konoha here? Uchiha Itachi should know, right?

Zhao Fenghong's feet moved involuntarily, and he followed the familiar route in the direction of the outside of the village. The sound of her footsteps shattered the silence of the night, and it was pitch black all around her, but fortunately the gods were able to see clearly in the night.

In the midst of this darkness, a bright fiery red was like a flame that jumped up in an instant, polishing the night. It was a woman's body, about twenty years old, flying in front of Zhao Fenghong, and when it met the wall, it was like air, floating in and out.

Zhao Fenghong's footsteps froze.

The woman......

The long fiery red hair that fell behind the shoulders was like a blooming red lotus, the sleeves of the roof were stacked with overturned flame lines, and the skirt fluttered, like a gentle gust of wind, touching the ground in a few steps. There was a faint red under the half-closed eyelids, like a fire that was not yet extinguished. Like a ghost, like a god visiting by night, quietly passing through a dark night.

"Wait!" The vigilance in Fenghong's heart suddenly rose, and he raised his feet and chased forward.

This person...... How can it look exactly like her?

Could it be that the two planes coincide?

Did she meet herself again?

"Wait!" She shouted loudly, and the red-haired woman just glanced back hurriedly, and continued to run forward. Her feet landed on the ground, and she ran in a hurry, as if she was chasing something, or in a hurry to participate in the gods' feast.

"Hey, hey—" In the night, only Zhao Fenghong shouted.