Zhu Tongyu

Didn't want to ask why there is no inscription?My brother made me do it. "I wanted to avoid the name, but the little girl nodded politely without asking any questions.

"When I came here just now, I thought it was a small mountain temple." I don't blame her, the stone tablet is really close to the mountain temple.

"This hill actually has a legend, have you heard it?"

Seeing her shaking her head, I started talking too.

"Although there is no mountain god on this mountain, there is an elf."

"Elf?" She became interested, with a trace of curiosity in her voice.

"Moreover, it is an elf that will appear once every ten years. I heard that its human form is very beautiful. Even those who have seen it will be taken away by it because they can't look away."

"That doesn't sound like a kind elf..." She seemed resentful that elves could hurt people.

"I think those people should be voluntary. What they saw may be beyond the reach of all the wonderful things in this life."

"Will it be that exaggerated..." She glanced at the stele again suspiciously.

"It's different for everyone. Sometimes my own things are not enough, and I may have to take other people's." This also reminds me of an incident many years ago, and the little girl seems to remember What, the expression on his face darkened.

"What's your name?"

"Mikoto." It must be Mikoto Uchiha.

"I actually have more than one brother." I looked in the direction of the Valley of the End, and wanted to continue talking, but found that I had forgotten the name that just came to my mind.

"Then he..." Xiao Meiqin followed my gaze, and the half-spoken words stuck in her throat abruptly.

"It's my brother's brother." I also knew what she wanted to ask, but I couldn't answer her at this time, because I didn't know anymore.

Is that person dead or alive?

"Maybe you've seen him before..."

"..." She seemed to have thought of something, and she didn't dare to look back, maintaining the posture just now.

"Then you are..." As if she had made up her mind, she turned her head, was stunned for a moment, and fled in panic.

In fact, I was still standing there, but she could no longer see me.

Looking at the girl who was scared away, I lowered my head with a wry smile.

In fact, this is not what bothers me the most.

The name I had just forgotten, I remembered, but I forgot another person's name.

"Who am I?" I looked at the tombstone.

No one will answer me anymore.

The author has something to say: Forgive this for being so short w condensed is the essence!

☆, end

There is an elf on the back mountain with a beautiful appearance. It is rumored that the price to see it is to be blind all his life.

This is what Sasuke heard from his mother. He was very curious since he was a child, and he foolishly believed it at that time, and asked his mother what the elf looked like.

Mikoto didn't tell him, but told him that it might really exist.

He asked Itachi if he believed it, but he didn't get an answer.

There is even a legend about that small back mountain.

As he grows older, his vision broadens, and the things he has to carry become heavier and heavier, he has already completely forgotten these trivial matters. If he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, he would never remember them.

He never knew that there would be places he didn't know on the back mountain that he thought he had figured out when he was a child.

Perhaps it is also true because the elves only appear once in ten years.

The first thing he saw was the unremarkable mountain temple, which was dilapidated and weather-beaten, with fallen leaves all over the ground, as if no one had opened it for a long time.

Not far from it, there is a stone monument.

At first he thought it was a monument for the Temple of the Mountain, but when he walked in and looked again, he realized that it was actually a tombstone.

The stele is also very old, with moss and cracks all over the body of the stele, and a thick layer of dust on the surface.

But the words on it are still very clear, as if they were just engraved, new and neat.

The clearest words on it: "Uchiha Izuna's Tomb".

Seeing this person's name, Sasuke felt a sense of discomfort, but couldn't tell where it came from.

It is impossible for him not to know this person. It is the younger brother of Uchiha Madara. He has done the same thing as Itachi. It is rumored that he has an easy-going personality. He and Uchiha Madara created the peak together. These are all from Uchiha Obito. of.

He didn't understand why he saw this man's tomb here, he hadn't found it for so many years.Under the owner of the tombstone, there are also a bunch of densely packed small characters, recording his life experience.

Different from the information recorded in the historical books, Uchiha Izuna is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but was born with a flawed ninja talent. In the war-torn era before the first year, he was equivalent to a disabled person, and he was weak and sick, and his origin was unknown.

History books are false?

This idea came to Sasuke's mind, it would be ridiculous for him to doubt the records of the history books because of the inscription on a strange tomb.But he always felt as if he knew all of this very well, and he knew its feeling better than these words.

The fingertips couldn't help but want to touch those words, which were cold, like the things it described, never exposed to the sun.

For a moment, Sasuke felt the presence of other people besides himself, and it was very close.Just hide where he can't see.

"Ah……"

It was like a cold sigh, or the sound of wind blowing, but it was not clear where it came from.

Reflexively withdrew his hand, the weird feeling disappeared, and everything returned to its original state.But that gloomy feeling was still there, that he had stayed beside a wild grave for so long.

In fact, he really wanted to leave a long time ago, but for some reason, he felt that he couldn't. There seemed to be something in this place that attracted him and made him want to see it.

Although the feeling just now was terrifying, it also seemed to be something else, a little sad, and it seemed to be guilt, or a little happy?Not sure, he just knew it was subtle.

Still can't help but want to touch something, but it's not a stone tablet, it's something else.

Gently caressing the stone tablet with his hand, that feeling came back, making people feel shivering and cold.

More because of the hand on his hand.

The light and shadow of a figure was gradually drawn in front of his eyes, so close and so dazzling.

The gradually clear human figure reminded him of some things he had forgotten.

He didn't remember which summer festival it was, but he had met this person and seen this face before, but he only remembered when he was very young.

Itachi took him out that day, and he ran around, almost getting separated from Itachi.Only he himself knew that he just felt that something was hooking him to move forward. The feeling of being controlled was something he could never forget in his life. At that time, he only felt panic and fear, and he didn't pay attention to other things at all.

But gradually he stopped his footsteps, and that strength also disappeared, because not far from him, there was a person who was looking left and right, looking for something.

He is really good-looking, he is a handsome and extraordinary big brother, but the clothes he wears seem a little old, but they suit him very well, and they seem to have a kind of classical beauty.

It should be that little Sasuke's gaze was too explicit, he turned his head, and the two looked at each other. At this moment, Sasuke suddenly felt that he had known this person for a long time, and walked over by himself by accident.

"Who are you?" He felt that his voice was trembling, as if he was excited, but also as if he was afraid.

"I am..." He didn't say anything, but Sasuke heard someone calling his name.

"Sasuke, what are you looking at?" Itachi came over from a distance, and ran almost half a block to chase his younger brother.

"This man..." He looked at him.

"Where is anyone..." Itachi frowned after hearing this, "Let's go."

He can't see him?Sasuke looked up at the man in front of him, he was clearly there!

"Wait..." Before he finished speaking, he was dragged away by Itachi.

He still turned his head and stared at that person, and that person was still looking at him, as if he wanted to reach out and grab him, but he saw that he put his hand back, as if he remembered something, turned and left.

He forgot what happened after that, like he cried, the first and only time he cried and screamed in public, forgot whether it was scared or because of something else, but that night he just cried back.

He hadn't seen the person since then, maybe not a person, but never again.

It wasn't until now that that person appeared in front of him that he suddenly remembered these things, and that kind of deep sadness still flooded his heart like a tide, but this time he wouldn't cry anymore.

"Heh..." The man sighed again, this time right in front of him, he could hear it clearly, even the breath he sprayed on his face was cold.

He put his forehead on his forehead, just like when Itachi walked away many years ago, but there seemed to be something different, something was taken from him, it seemed to be from the body, and it seemed to be from the depths of the soul .

With the loss of that thing, the person in front of him gradually became transparent, until the shattered dots of light disappeared.

It was almost a few seconds, but he felt that a century had passed. He stared blankly at everything in front of him. The temple was still there without any changes.

The tombstone is still there, but the writing on it has disappeared, leaving only moss and dust.

……

"Father, are there really spirits in the back mountain?" Zuo Liangna asked Sasuke that way when he was a child.

"Of course not."

"Then you still lied to me..." The little girl looked at her father unhappily.

"There used to be an elf that was stuck there, and now it's gone home."

"Go home? Isn't his home right there?"

"No, it doesn't belong to this world."

Now it's gone, back where it can be kept.

Fairies belong in those happy stories.

The author has something to say: a shorter realistic ending, don’t be sad if it’s not over yet

☆, finally

With a single thought, one time and space can be reversed.

If Uchiha Madara took a look at the bank of the Wangchuan River the moment he walked through the Naihe Bridge, he might stop and get something that he hasn't enjoyed in two lifetimes.

If the person standing there waiting calls out his name, he will reincarnate like other souls and start a new life.

But neither of them did that, so they are also destined to become passers-by in their respective lives. No matter what happened, they didn't get together. No matter how much love they have in their hearts, they all followed his bowl of Mengpo soup, His hesitation turned into nothingness.

So when he walked across the bridge again as Uchiha Sasuke, he found a familiar figure standing beside the Sansei Stone.

When he saw that person, he felt a flood of sadness, washing over him over and over again. The closer he got to that person, the more he felt that oppressive and heavy sadness was constantly strengthening.

He knows who it is, and he also knows who he is now, but he can't help but want to hug that person, the longing in the depths of his soul, almost crazy longing, what he embraces is the cold soul body , but there is a strong warmth, hugging him with his back turned like this seems to be embracing the whole world.

"Who are you?" The cold and hoarse voice sounded faintly.

"Hush..." He closed his eyes greedily, and pressed his chin on his shoulder, "Just let me stay like this for a while."

The person in his arms didn't speak any more, and obediently asked him to wrap his arms around his waist.It seemed that it took a long time before he sighed like a sigh.

"Heh..." It was still such a familiar voice, but even if he didn't say anything, he knew what he wanted to say.

[You are here. ]

He didn't look back, he knew why he didn't want to look back, he was afraid to see his face that no longer belonged to his memory, he let go of him, turned to face the Sansheng Stone, gently stroked the cold stone body, Everything that hovered in his dream gradually became clearer, and the face of that person was more clearly engraved in his mind.

A flood of memories poured into my mind, the previous life he galloped on the battlefield, the previous life he betrayed his relatives, the previous life he struggled to death against fate, the previous life he and his scenes.

"You obviously don't have to wait for me like this." He sighed.

"...Not only to wait for you, but I also don't want to leave." He still didn't turn around, looked at the prosperity of the world, and slowly uttered a word.

"I'm sorry." He didn't know whether he was guilty of waiting for him, or guilty of betraying him in his previous life, and there were more things that made him regret that he couldn't explain one by one.

"There's nothing to apologize for. What you took has already been returned, and we have nothing to do with it." It wasn't a pretended tough tone, with some helplessness and tired flatness, he knew he was serious.

"Quanna..." He called his name, but knew that he would not get a response.

"He's dead. In essence, we are also strangers who met each other on a narrow road." What he said was right, and what he said was all right, but they were also all wrong.

"Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha's bird in a cage, Uchiha Madara's plaything." At this moment, he saw that he finally turned sideways, and the person who said it seemed to have nothing to do with him, the joking words, and His quiet piercing eyes did not match.

"Do you know more about him? Except for those that often appear in your dreams, you don't know what he looks like."

That was the fact that he couldn't refute. It seemed that he really didn't know anything about him except those delicious and delicious pictures. He knew that he had no friends, and he was locked behind that high wall for half his life. He doesn't know what he does every night and how he gets through it.

"Can't answer it." He has seen him smile, but the smile on his face is always only with false joy, bad sarcasm, and more like now, with no expression on his face.

"You must have hated me very much back then." As soon as the words came out, that frosty gaze swept across his face.

"No one will not hate it." He also said flatly, "If I had the ability, I would definitely want to smash you to pieces."

"You won't." Upon hearing his answer, he smiled instead, "If you hated me so much, you wouldn't have reached that level at the time."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Wei Wei's slightly loose face was still the same, but everyone could see the turmoil in his heart.

"You have been longing for power, but in the end you chose to let go and quit." He looked into his eyes and said word by word.

"I did it because I didn't have enough time for myself." Even if I didn't save you, I would die.

"But you don't have to help me at all." He seemed very sure, but he couldn't make him confide in anything.

"It's just a whim." He lowered his head and smiled, "Stop being sentimental, the relationship is not as complicated as you think."

"..." The ruthless words were like needles, making it impossible for him to answer, as if they wanted to isolate all the aura, making it difficult to get involved.

After a long time, I heard his laughter, which was full of sarcasm, and it didn't seem like he was laughing at himself. The presumptuous laughter was very clear.

"You should know what's in the things you gave me." He gradually stopped and looked at him sharply.

His complexion changed slightly, this time he didn't have the eloquence he had just now, as if he had been hit by something, but he still looked at him indifferently.

"Actually, you couldn't be reincarnated immediately because of it." He didn't deny what he said, which seemed to make him more certain, "So when you appeared before your death, it was just to take your things."

"...What you said is indeed true." He finally spoke, his cold words were the same as usual, "I was just trying to take my things back then."

"But you haven't reincarnated since then." With his affirmation, he preached even more affirmatively.

"Because I don't want to live so tired anymore." As if he had expected this, he raised the corners of his lips triumphantly.

"The only way to get it back is to kill me." But you didn't do that.He didn't say the latter sentence.

"..." He naturally understood what he wanted to say, but his eyes had already begun to become sad and helpless.

"Heh..." The heavy sigh was rendered even more sad by the strong melancholy color.

You won, so don't be too complacent.

Those were the last words he said to him before his death, almost announcing to him that he had given up, but it was even more unclear. When he finally figured out the message he left, it was already too late.

"Why do I need to see you again?" He didn't know who he was talking to, but he couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

If he was allowed to choose again, he still chose to miss him. After making that decision, he never regretted it, but he just didn't know how to face him.

When he sees him again, he will be more radiant than before, and become the pinnacle person admired by everyone. He dare not stand in front of him, he is afraid that he will feel inferior, and he will be jealous.

Now that he sees through everything he's done, the faction has collapsed, and he can't say anything more.

A deadlock of silence spread between the two, and the bustling world in the distance had nothing to do with them.

He reached out and clasped the back of his head with his hand, and kissed his lips fiercely. His lips and teeth intersected, and the entangled tongues were also entwined like they had been entangled for a lifetime in their previous lives.

—Seal it with a kiss.

At this moment, they should actually have countless words to say to each other, but their hearts have been communicated through the tight lips, which is clearer than any other way.

In that life, they didn't kiss like this, the fact is that even a kiss is not counted, he has been venting and plundering, but now he feels that person's response, which is unexpected, his response is not Not weak, but as strong as him. When the lips parted, the two were panting heavily, not to be outdone by each other.

Looking at each other for a while, Madara couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I've really never seen you like this before." Quan Nai didn't seem to feel ashamed when she heard these words, but raised her lips with a slightly sinister smile.

"You don't know, there are many more." Madara sighed even more helplessly, but she was still secretly happy in her heart, and she couldn't pay attention to the corner of his mouth.

"I really hope that you still have the same expression at that time." He also naturally heard what he said, and he was not angry, and his face was gentle.

"Can you think of something else in your mind?" But he was still smiling.

He had been waiting for this scene for a long time, that person was there, just there, so close to him, warmer than anyone else, just like he imagined, he never smiled at him like that, but now his warmth , his smile, including him, already belonged to him.

What's the use of fighting for a lifetime?Standing here now, there is nothing.

The biggest regret during his life was that they couldn't face each other directly, killed each other and suspected each other, and left him to live alone in the end.

If there is still, he looked back here more last time, maybe he won't have to live the same painful and sinful life again.

Some things are painful, but you can't choose to forget them.Maybe behind the final ending, there will be someone waiting for you, just like the two of them, who have missed two lives, but if he really forgets him, his ending will really only be aimless waiting .

They hold each other's hands tightly, maybe there is no other better choice in front of them than to separate again, but no matter where they go, they must be together.

If there is no predestined relationship in the previous life, it will be renewed and the next life aspiration.

The author has something to say: And then... it's over.What do you want to complain about... the ball is merciful kkk