"Spirit! Thank you very much. How’s the child? "
"I haven’t woken up yet. The doctor said nothing!"
"Let me see!" Say that finish three generations held out his hand and condensed a small chakra slowly close to the child’s body.
"oh? Is it a civilian? Number two reported that the child fell from the top of the tree? How come there is no injury at all? "
"Oh, it’s like this. When the child was found, he still had a bird’s nest with some branches on it. We guess these helped the child slow down, so he wasn’t hurt!"
"Well, that makes sense. Remember to send me the report immediately after they have explored it. By the way, to prevent espionage, ask Shanzhongjia to send someone to see if there is any special information in this child’s brain!"
"Yes!"
Soon came a handsome blond young man.
"Hey, Hai Yi, come and see the child’s memory first!"
"Good three generations of adults!"
After a while, Haiyi turned to the third generation and said, "There is almost no information in this child’s brain. The only strange thing is that this child’s soul doesn’t seem like it took me a long time to find his soul!"
"oh? There is this thing? "
"Then you go first! Tell someone not to disturb the child! "
"Yes!"
Three generations can’t help but feel very strange. As soon as he turned around and left the ward, no one found that the child flashed a strange light and there was a faint sigh. "After I sent you here, you are on your own!" Then a special light flashed to the sky!
Maybe it’s a day, maybe it’s a year, or it’s eternity. Anyway, I just don’t know how long it took for Shu Mao to open his eyes!
Shu Mao opened his eyes and instantly found himself in a strange environment. His eyes turned and looked at the surrounding environment. There was a ceiling fan with a special smell in his nose. He guessed that he might be in the hospital because of the strange smell of herbs here. He saw that he was snow-white and found that he liked the smell of sunshine. It seems that this was often taken out to bask in the sun. Maybe no one has found that he woke up. Shu Mao opened his mouth to call someone over, but after a long time, he could not say a word. Shu Mao was not ready to sit up.
At this moment, something even more unexpected happened. Shu Mao found himself smaller. To be precise, he is now a child. This made Shu Mao very afraid to look at the cup on the right hand side. Shu Mao decisively pushed the cup to the ground. Perhaps it was because of the movement that he alarmed the outside and guarded the dark part. In a short time, the dark part informed Lord Huo Ying.
"My Lord, the child woke up, but we found that the child wanted to speak several times. He opened his mouth to pronounce, but in the end he didn’t spit out a syllable."
"oh? And this? Then I’ll go and have a look? "
When the third generation of eyes entered the room, Shu Mao’s eyes widened and his pupils contracted instantly. He recognized the bearer-the third generation of Huoying Ape flew an old man who once admired Shu Mao most. At this time, Shu Mao also knew that he was probably in Muye Hospital and he also alarmed the adult himself.
"oh? Little guy, do you know me? " Seeing Shu Mao’s performance for three generations, it was obvious that the child knew him, but what surprised the three generations was that he had never seen the child before.
Shu Mao opened his mouth and still couldn’t speak. Although he didn’t know what he could understand three generations of words, he couldn’t say anything. Naihao nodded his head.
"Let me see. Is there something wrong with your belt?" Say that finish, he reached out and touched the tree’s throat.
"Oh, I see. You’re stiff. I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve spoken. Well, now you have to bear it. It’s estimated that it will itch a little before you can speak."
I don’t know how the three generations made Shu Mao feel that there were 10,000 chicken feathers scratching his throat, but he had a desire to take his neck away from the three generations. Maybe the three generations found out his intention and kept his hand on his neck.
After about 1 minute, San collected the palm of his hand
"Okay, little guy can talk now."
"Three generations?" Open your mouth for a long time before you say a word.
"You really know me. Is there anyone else in your family? Our patrol team found you from the forest of death and brought you back. Can you tell us about it? "
"the forest of death?" Shu Mao’s face is blank. Why will he appear in the forest of death?
"You don’t know?" Three generations mistakenly thought that Mao did not even know the forest of death, so they asked him, "What’s your name?"
"I am Screaming Trees Mao"
"The trees are luxuriant, which means a good name. Do you remember your family?"
"I’m an orphan, and I’ve always been alone" is the truth. At this time, Shu Mao probably understood that because of unknown reasons, Shu Mao crossed into the world of Huo Ying himself. Before crossing, Shu Mao really grew up in an orphan orphanage, but the three generations saw that he was not a fake expression and learned that the child was telling the truth. The three generations had that confidence, and no one could lie under his nose.
"Come on, kid, don’t think so much, just live in Konoha. How about I arrange a place for you when you are well?"
"Can you? No trouble? "
"I’ll take you to your place of residence in about a day, and I’ll give you a villager’s residence permit. If the patrol checks your resident information one day, you can show them the residence permit and they will understand."
"Oh, thank you, three generations of adults!"
"You have a good rest first, and I’ll see you later."
"Three generations of adults, can I ask you a favor?"
"What’s the matter?"
"I want a flute"
"No problem. I’ll have it delivered to you later."
"Thank you, three generations of adults!"
The second chapter is a song …
Three generations of adults had a flute sent to him.
As a result, Shu Mao wiped his flute carefully, touched it, and shed tears unconsciously. He knew that he could not go back to the original world. Although there were no people he missed, he failed to bring a set of musical instruments. It was the old dean who gave him a harmonica, a clarinet, an erhu and a guzheng. It was something that the old dean left him and he was good at. Unfortunately, he failed to bring those things.
Looking at this strange window, I can no longer hear the roar of cars. The noisy world has left him. Now he is alone in the world, and his life is like dirt. Maybe he will die at this moment. Shu Mao can’t say fear in his heart.
Gently stroking the flute can put your lips together, try the audition, take a deep breath and blow it up.
For a moment, everyone in the hospital turned to look in the same direction.
Soft voice with a little sadness mixed with a little miss, the slow rhythm can not help but drive people’s hearts to play. It is a children’s song "Chinese cabbage", probably the word is Chinese cabbage, barren land, three or two years old, no mother!
Although no one sang this song, the timbre showed emotion, which made people who had experienced the baptism of war think of people who had drifted around because of the war. Now, the survivors of Konoha settled in the war heard this sad tone and remembered that they were forced to leave their hometown and wander around. Looking up at the bustling Konoha, there was a glimmer of firmness in these people’s eyes. I want to protect this place so that what we experienced cannot be experienced by our generation once.
Look at the ward, nurses and doctors all know that this is probably another war survivor.
Three generations haven’t gone far figure suddenly turned around and ran to the hospital again.
"Don’t worry, kid. Don’t be afraid. After that, Konoha is your home." Three generations said, holding the tree and patting his back to comfort him.
"Wow …" Perhaps I felt that three generations of sincerity had become an "adult" and Shu Mao cried.
Tears wet three generations of clothes, and three generations hung their pipes and kept dripping to comfort Shu Mao. Maybe he felt the comfort of three generations of eyes, or at this moment, Shu Mao found a wandering harbor of his own, and then slowly dripped into Shu Mao’s arms with tears. At this moment, three generations thought a lot, but what he thought most was that maybe this child was more bitter than ordinary people, which is why he felt so lonely and afraid.
Three generations thought of the war in those years, the vagrants who wandered around in the war, and the people who worked hard to find a stable and peaceful place.
But Shu Mao couldn’t think that because of a homesickness song, the three generations had put their doubts in their hearts.
After three generations’ consideration, they decided to arrange Shu Mao to live with Naruto. Two same parents may have a common topic, and at the same time, there is a better place where people can watch them together and protect them together.
After thinking about it, the last three generations waved to the place behind them "to bring Naruto Uzumaki to my side."
"Yes!" The dark part answered and then "bang" disappeared.
After a while, I heard a very noisy voice outside the corridor shouting, "What do three grandfathers want with me?"
"Bang" the door was kicked open for three generations. Shu Mao woke up and looked at the door.
I saw a dirty little boy’s face at the door of the house, and I don’t know what kind of oil coat was painted. I could also see several holes, one foot and his thumb were exposed, and half of his legs were wet. I knew how noisy this little guy was.
"Naruto, this is Shu Mao who lived with you. He has no parents like you. You should learn to help each other later, understand?"
"Hey, how old are you over there?"
“？ ? Why do you ask? How old are you? "
"That must know ah know to know who I am bigger? I am five years old this year. "
"Then call me brother. I’m one year older than you." After that, I don’t forget to tell the three generations how old he is because he doesn’t know how old he is. After all, he was an adult in his twenties in his previous life, but he really didn’t think about how old this body is after crossing over. He was afraid that he was younger than Naruto and wanted to be a brother. He wanted to hint at the three generations.
However, the third generation didn’t respond a bit. When he helped Shu Mao treat his voice just now, he found that Shu Mao’s age should be about 6 years old. Because judging a person’s age may be true or false according to the characters, but judging his age according to the bones is still very true and accurate.
"Naruto Shu Mao is really one year older than you, so you have to call him brother."
"What? I want to be the boss!" Inadvertently, I said the truest thoughts in my heart.
"Nice to meet you, Screaming Trees Mao. Please take more photos!"
"Well, I know you, too. After my name is Naruto Uzumaki, I want to be a naruto. You can’t rob naruto with me, you know? Otherwise, I will beat you even if you are older than me. "
"Don’t worry, I won’t rob you. I believe you will."
"Really?" Naruto stared at Shu Mao with his eyes wide open, because he never won the approval of others, or because he was used to seeing people who sneered at him. Naruto was experienced in judging whether a person was telling the truth or not.