met free Chapter 269 Helpless
Chapter 269 Helpless
This was the first time they spoke frankly to each other.
The person who didn't want to say anything suddenly becomes willing to say everything - he should be happy.
This is what Gaara thought, and Neji had the same idea.
You should be happy, right?
Tsunade had just sent the girl out and was walking back in a daze, thinking of checking on Neji's condition, so she walked towards the room.
There shouldn't be any problem.
She sniffed the musty smell of the wooden furniture in the room due to moisture. Now that the master of the branch family was gone, Konoha had thrown the house into a corner like a ruin.
This matter really can't be blamed on her teacher Sarutobi - too many people and too many eyes, doing too much is not a good thing. There are always people who are happy and people who are miserable, and the choice between them cannot be completely determined by personal likes and dislikes.
It’s just that it’s a little hard to talk about the fact that her good teacher chose to make herself comfortable without hesitation.
"what..."
Just thinking about it all gives me a headache.
She slowly opened the door - and through the gap came an unbelievably tiny, barely perceptible sob.
Who is...
Tsunade frowned, feeling that things were not going well, she increased her strength and pushed the door open.
"what happened?"
"No... not really..."
The one who responded to Tsunade was Neji, who was leaning on the bed. His hands were tightly held by Gaara and his face was full of helplessness.
The owner of the sobbing voice was Gaara!
The red-haired boy was considered petite among his peers. Perhaps he was not yet old enough to grow taller, and he looked pitiful, as if he had never had a full meal.
He fell to his knees, with his head hung, and could only whimper like a kitten.
What is more noticeable than the dark circles under the boy's eyes is the blush lingering on his face.
The corners of the eyes, cheeks, even the tip of the nose and the corners of the lips - basically all the places where red can be seen have turned into this color.
He sobbed, not even giving Tsunade a glance, as if he and Neji were the only two here.
"you..."
Tsunade hesitated to speak, she really remembered that Gaara didn't seem to be a pure child. If those unclear times were added, it would be hard to tell who was older between her and him.
The fact that this person could cry here must be something very complicated.
She was feeling restless, her mouth opened and closed, her thoughts briefly drifting away.
Crying seems to be a sign of weakness and a shame for adults.
Instead, Ningji reached out and rubbed the tuft of red hair twice.
His movements were slow and light, revealing weakness everywhere - don't think she couldn't see it, the moment Neji raised his hand, Gaara's head moved forward firmly by more than three pixels.
"You are so old... and yet you are being laughed at?"
He was angry, but he looked more lively than usual.
"Woo..."
Gaara then glanced at Tsunade and rubbed his head against Neji's palm without caring. He didn't say anything and Neji just smiled, as if there was a tacit understanding between the two of them.
Itachi did not hide the fact that he had seen Gaara's memories. Although Tsunade did not know what Itachi had seen specifically, she knew that what was happening before her eyes was most likely their "daily life" in the past.
In a place they will never know, there is a tacit understanding of their own.
"Okay, stop crying. I'm not lying to you..."
"but..."
Tsunade clearly heard the red-haired boy just now, really, truly, hiccuping?
Still in front of her.
The young man calmly turned his head and looked at Tsunade. Although his eyes were still red, he no longer had the grievance and confusion he had just shown towards Neji.
There was absolutely no difference from the usual Gaara - well, actually there was.
So Tsunade walked to the bed and spoke again: "What's wrong?"
Gaara still held Neji's hand without saying anything - this guy really was like a child.
Aren’t those who are spoiled by others just children?
In front of someone who loves you, it is okay to be a child at any time.
including her.
"Look Tsunade doesn't even know what happened - there's no way I would lie to you about something like this."
While Neji was still coaxing the boy, Gaara muttered to himself: No, you will.
And after a while, people forget about the deception.
He is the biggest liar in the world.
But Gaara would not say this to Neji. He seemed to be gradually coming out of his emotions, so he stuffed Neji's hands back into the quilt and let him lie down again.
"Don't say that next time."
Tsunade felt like she had missed something. She looked at Neji and frowned slightly, and his eyes turned to her.
It stopped for less than five seconds before turning back again.
"cough..."
His throat felt itchy, so he half-covered his mouth and nose with his hand and coughed lightly.
This body is really... After just a short while, I started to feel drowsy again.
Perhaps, his initial choice was a mistake.
Neji closed his eyes tiredly, and was not surprised to feel the breathing of the two people around him become tense in an instant.
"don’t worry..."
My heart began to ache slightly.
Gaara's worries might not be justified, but even if he really wanted to leave, the snake might not be willing to let him.
The red-haired boy grabbed him and cried, his mouth full of reluctance.
"Don't say these things..."
He collapsed and asked: "Don't die..."
Neji had never said that he was going to die or anything else. He had never even thought that he would face death so early.
Even though I had made all the preparations in the past, and was always ready to die in order to achieve my "goal", I only managed to live until adulthood.
He survived the Fourth Ninja World War in a messy, hesitant and stumbling manner.
If... the third exam is over and the snake-eyed apricot tree is still fine...
Tell them all you can.
"It's fine..."
He forced himself to open his eyes again.
It was he who concealed things and was stingy in the name of doing good for them and protecting them.
He had forced these people, who truly loved him, to this point.
Perhaps "Hinata Neji" is not ready to live yet, and does not have a soul that can be loved.
It is impossible not to be angry - even now, the anger is like a midnight ghost, refusing to dissipate.
Rather, it was the anger that was at work.
They can certainly be very different people, but there is no need to hurt each other.
This may be a cage, or it may be fate.
It is a shackle that he can never escape from in his entire life.
"Wait until tomorrow... or the day after tomorrow..."
He panted softly, looking from Gaara to Tsunade.
Finally, the sight fell on the ceiling.
It used to be pure white.
This room has no ceiling light, but instead has bedside lamps next to the bed.
Tsunade always told her father that people who sleep for a long time spend more time looking at the ceiling than ordinary people. She knew that Neji, who looked like a child, was not as young as he looked, but she still found some animals to decorate the corners of the ceiling.
At first there were the common kittens and puppies, but then, at some point, a whole slug appeared - you could tell at a glance who had done it.
Later, there were black cats with frizzy fur, white dogs with frizzy fur and red eyes, a red and black weasel that changed color, and even red bean cake stickers that I didn't know where I came from.
"This is a souvenir given by the owner of Ganligan."
Tsunade's smile was so bright. Even though the child was the one he had watched grow up, he saw his mother in that moment.
Tough, strong, sunny, and gentle.
All the shining words in the world are not enough to describe it.
Everything she knew, everything she didn't know, all the good things she could touch were piled up around Neji like gems.
And now, at some point, a panda with a paralyzed face and a golden little snake with a double tail appeared on the ceiling that was gradually becoming lively.
There were no glares, no open or secret fighting, only a happy atmosphere.
If the birdcage is like this, he has no regrets.
"sorry..."
Finally, he closed his eyes. A line of blood appeared at the corner of his lips, which was as eye-catching as the tear marks at the corner of his eyes.
"Is he...dying?"
Gaara stared at Neji in a daze, then looked up at Tsunade opposite him blankly.
He really is like a little kid.
Tsunade really has no sense of boundaries.
Gaara felt a heavy weight on his head and complained in his heart, but he did not dodge.
He watched the woman gently wipe away the marks on Neji's face, and the other side of the handkerchief came towards him again.
It was said to be gentle, but it was as vigorous as when my mother washed my face when I was a child.
"Why didn't I realize before that you were still a crybaby?"
The woman smiled, but Gaara had no intention of refutation.
"It's okay..." She patted the red hair: "He just figured it out a little bit..."
“A little helpless.”