"You're a ......," Jiraiya laughed dumbly, and took another sip into his mouth, "Sometimes I really can't see what you want." "I don't know, people don't necessarily want the same thing, different things are wanted at different times."

"What do you want now?"

"Lie down." Naruto loosened his muscles in the water and took off the towel covering his eyes with one hand, "Go home and lie down in peace, rest for a month before making plans."

"After the rest of the month, maybe there will be something else I want."

"It's like something you'd do, and as for me.......," Jiraiya paused, "I don't seem to know what I want."

"Nagato's incident made me wonder if there was something wrong with the way we educate. You're a kid with a completely different philosophy than I do, but now I think it's pretty good."

"If you can live your life in peace, it will be a good ending."

"Lustful immortals, they sigh at every turn, that's really old." Naruto smiled and said, "I'll go back to my village, and you go your way to find your Prophecy Child."

He reached out and lifted the towel high, looking up at the misty wooden roof, his eyes as bright as stars.

"The road is facing the sky, and everyone has their own choice. You seek a peaceful world of mutual understanding, and it is also a sight to see when I go home and stay with my friends."

"Who knows what the future holds? It doesn't matter who says it, only if you look for it yourself and see it, that's true."

Jiraiya took a sip of wine and smiled, thinking that this was what Naruto could say. The scorching sun has the scenery of the scorching sun, and the bright moon has the wind and bones of the bright moon.

Everyone has their own destiny, either born beautiful or low in the dust. Walking in the world, no one knows what the future will look like.

People with beautiful scenery may live on thin ice, or they may be extremely nourished. But those who have gone through hardships may not be unable to live their own scenery.

Zilai has also received disciples like Shuimen who are as gentle as jade bones like the sun, and also accepted excellent disciples like Yahiko, gentle Xiaonan, and introverted Nagato.

He never defined the life of his disciples, but tried his best to teach his ideas to his disciples. It is only natural for a disciple to inherit the Master's philosophy.

But after something like Yahiko Nagato, he hesitated and hesitated. After worrying about it for months, after all, I only dared to say it casually in casual conversation through jokes.

But Naruto's words made him understand that there was nothing wrong with what he was insisting on.

If the sun goes out, try to light the fire as best you can. If the mountains and rivers collapse and the world is destroyed, then dig a comfortable grave for yourself.

There are always things worth running to, and there are always some lives worth not letting down. The scenery of the future is always on the road, the enthusiasm of the teenager is frank, and the scenery is unlimited.

Individuals may be small, but they always believe in hope.

This is the way of ninja of Jiraiya, and the so-called ninja refers to a person who can endure. In any case, more important than the mastery of ninjutsu is the perseverance to never give up.

Even in the face of setbacks, he will still move forward and will never break his oath.

Naruto inherited his ninja and had an idea of his own.

The future is unlimited, no matter how embarrassed you are, try your best to toss. Even if he is deep in the mud, his heart is still a weed, and a little spark will burn the sky.

"Watergate has a good son." Jiraiya seemed to be drunk, and whispered to himself.

Naruto, who was leaning aside, actually heard it, but didn't take it to heart. ap.

Yunokuni, the two are separated.

Jiraiya continued his journey, and Naruto was in no hurry to go back. I ran to the land of soup to play around, and scattered money everywhere to stock up on goods. After that, I ran to the country of grass and played for a while.

In the middle of the process, he didn't forget to replenish the resources of the two guests in the sealing space, and in addition to being infree, it seemed that he didn't treat them badly.

Hydrangea has other uses, and as for the detention of the two Yugi people, it is to suppress Yunyin Village. In the future, sooner or later, there will be a conflict with Yunyin and Yanyin, and it is also useful to keep it.

As the end of the year approached, he finally returned to the Land of Fire and hurried to Short Book Street in one go.

He remembered that Tayuya was still waiting for him, but he wasn't sure if she had gone back or not. At that time, the situation was urgent, and it was really inconvenient to not have a communicator these days.

The most prosperous area of Short Book Street is full of people and the winter is bright.

There are still too many people to count at the daytime market, and the crowds are bustling with people. The small building that belonged to him and Tayuya was covered with a thin layer of ice, and the protruding eaves were covered with snow.

He tentatively took out the key from the sealed space to open the door, and when he pushed the door, he saw that the pair of slippers that belonged to him at the entrance had not been thrown away.

Bent over and gestured, it was already so small that it didn't fit at all. But there is no dust on the shoes, old but very clean.

Time is dusty in memory, and it turns out that six years have passed in the blink of an eye. After this year, he will be an adult, and his original shoes are too small to wear.

The old-fashioned TV screen in the living room was on and there was no one on the couch. The white noise of the TV echoed in the living room on the first floor, and he was almost startled by the sound of his own loud footsteps as he ascended the stairs.

Originally, he remembered that the staircase was not so noisy, and it would not make such a loud noise when going up and down the stairs. Every time you go up the stairs, the footsteps give an enthusiastic response.

In the empty house, the sound of crisp footsteps is harsh.

The two rooms on the second floor were closed, one belonging to Tayuya and the other to him. To be exact, he only lived once, but he did leave traces.

He stood in front of the two doors, and subconsciously reached out to open Tayuya's door. But when his hand touched the doorknob, it shrank back as if it had been burned.

"Maybe she's out and hasn't come back, and that's not polite." He muttered.

So he reached out and pushed open the door that belonged to him.

The moment the lights came on, the room gave him a strange and familiar feeling. The bed and floor were clean and simply spotless.

On the table were his used towels, toothbrushes, and a change of clothes, all sealed in clear boxes.

At that moment, Naruto finally understood what the familiar feeling was that flashed through this strange room. Looking at the clothes in the box that were too small to wear at all, he couldn't help but reach over and touch them.

I looked around the room and found a clean quilt. Pushing open the window, the harsh daylight poured in, and the wind chimes on the balcony jingled.

The wind chimes were almost exactly the same as the one in his old house, and he remembered it once, so he bought it?

He casually pulled the wind chime along the thin line, pinched it and looked at it for a while, and the warmth and calmness he had tried to maintain were broken in an instant.

A small line of handwriting is engraved around the wind chimes, "Tayuya and Naruto's wind chimes."

He let go of the wind chimes and let them jingle over. Subconsciously lowered his head, opened the transparent box and began to check the items inside, but no more handwriting appeared.

As if thinking of something, he hurried out of the room, forgetting to close the door. Hurried downstairs, the sound of footsteps was like a dense drum beat.

He flipped open the doll on the couch and tied a ribbon on the back with his and Tayuya's names written on it. Pillows, TVs, cups, dense notes made him a little panicked.

Whatever this man says, he believes whatever he says.