Konoha Qiweiju

After eating fried rice, Yashamaru and Gaara left the restaurant.

In the empty room, only Zhenxiu and Meatball were left again.

"Zhenxiu, you seem to still care about that red-haired brat."

"Don't you care?"

"It's normal for me to care. My father is still in the child's belly. Can I not care?"

Meatball complained.

"I think Shukaku will get along well with this kid."

"As for my father's temper, even monk Fenfu didn't conquer him. How can this kid?"

"I think he can."

"You really have confidence in this kid."

"You always have to have confidence, just in case you succeed."

"whispering sound."

Rouqiu snorted disdainfully, drooped his head, and ignored Zhen Xiu, but in fact, he was happy in his heart.

If the true cultivator can argue with him, it means that he is gradually recovering.

After that incident, although Zhenxiu didn't say anything, Rouqiu knew that he was very hurt in his heart.

I tried so hard to change, but in the end I failed completely.

For true practitioners, it is a huge blow.

The blow was so severe that he even refused to re-condensate the Yin Seal, so that he still looks old now.

But Meatball knows that as long as the true cultivator is willing, he can instantly condense chakra, re-condensate the Yin seal, and restore his previous youthful body.

But if the true practitioner is not willing, no one can do anything about it.

Of course, if the Yin Seal was re-condensed at this moment, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hang out in the Sand Hidden Village so blatantly.

After all, the Yin Seal's powerful chakra accumulation will be instantly discovered by Sunagakure's sensing ninja.

But now, the true cultivator is just an ordinary person who has not even condensed chakra, and no one can detect it.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why true practitioners are unwilling to recover.

Or, while his heartache has not yet healed, he will not be willing to touch things like chakra.

Meatball will not do any of these.

It has followed Zhen Cultivation for decades, and it understands Zhen Cultivation very well.

These things need to be digested by true cultivators themselves.

His presence to dissuade her will only make the situation worse.

In real life, there are people like this. When he is sad and disappointed, he doesn't want anyone's comfort.

I don't want any persuasion either.

He just wanted to be alone and digest these things.

It's like a wounded wolf licking its wounds.

At this time, whoever comes to help will not only not be grateful, but may also offend him.

True cultivators are such people.

Because he knew enough, Rouqiu never said anything to dissuade him.

This kind of companionship is enough.

Rouqiu believes that the true cultivator he is familiar with will come back one day.

Maybe in a year or two, maybe in five or ten years, in short, I will come back.

Gently stroking the hair of the meatball, a familiar smile appeared on the corner of Zhenxiu's mouth.

It might be good to have such friends.

As time passed, Gaara came more and more often.

At first, he came over for dinner.

Later, even if he didn't eat, he would come over to play with the real cultivator.

Even if the true cultivator didn't pay attention to him, he would play with the sand by himself in front of the true cultivator.

It seemed that he was already satisfied.

"Grandpa, look, I just made this."

Little Gaara is holding an orange cat made of sand in his hands, which can be said to be exactly the same as a meat ball.

Shinsu opened his sleeping eyes and glanced at Gaara.

"Little guy, why do you stay here all the time?"

Little Gaara was a little nervous, and looked at Zhenxiu with his green eyes without blinking, and said: "Grandpa, did I disturb you? Then I won't talk. Please don't drive me away, okay?"

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He looked timid, afraid that he had done something wrong.

A child over three years old should have been acting like a spoiled child in the arms of his parents, but he lived so cautiously.

It's really distressing.

Even the true cultivator at this moment couldn't help but feel soft in his heart when he looked at Gaara in this state.

Poor man.

It is never as sad to see an adult pitiful as to see a child pitiful.

Because when you see a child being pitiful, you will have an even more indescribable feeling.

In the words of Secondary 2, what is happening to this world?

Seeing Gaara's expression as if he had made a mistake and was waiting to be scolded, Shinshu couldn't help but stretch out a hand.

When Gaara saw this, he closed his eyes in fear, waiting for the iron palm of the true cultivator to slap him in the face.

He didn't dare to dodge, he was afraid of losing such a place to stay.

Even if you get beaten up, as long as you can stay, that's enough.

The expected pain did not come.

Some are just a strange feeling.

Little Gaara opened his eyes and saw a wrinkled hand on the top of his head, rubbing his red hair.

His big eyes were full of doubts.

"Grandpa, won't you hit me?"

"Why should I hit you?"

"Because I made you angry."

"No, I just saw you and thought of someone."

"Who do you remember?"

"A very important person to me."

"Does Grandpa have someone very important too? Where is he?"

"He is dead."

"Dead? What is dead?"

"Death means leaving me, going to a place far, far away, and never coming back. But one day, maybe I will go find her."

"Well, that's okay. You will meet again sooner or later."

Zhenxiu was stunned for a moment, this was indeed true.

But whether we can meet in person remains to be seen.

"Maybe, you are right."

Shinshu said and ruffled Gaara's hair again.

That feeling didn't make Gaara feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he actually liked it a little bit.

Looking at that red hair, Zhenxiu thought of many people.

Mito, Kushina, and many people from the Uzumaki clan.

Unfortunately, those people have disappeared.

He is the only one left who is an old antique of the Uzumaki clan.

Thinking of this, Zhenxiu's hands stopped and he fell into memories.

The doting feeling disappeared, and Gaara looked at Shinshu doubtfully.

"Grandpa?"

Gaara called softly, but Shinshu didn't answer.

His memories are deep and not easily awakened.

Seeing this, Gaara pushed his head directly against Shinshu's big hand, as if Shinshu was stroking his hair.

Shinshu reacted and looked at Gaara's appearance, as if he were seeing a kitten that wanted to be pampered by its owner.

Zhenxiu couldn't help laughing and said, "What are you doing?"

When Gaara heard this, he looked like a child who had done something wrong and said with a guilty conscience: "Well...I...I feel very comfortable like this, so..."

"Silly boy."

Shinshu chuckled lightly, and rubbed Gaara's hair with his right hand again, and the soft red hair was also messed up.

From a distance, the two of them looked like grandfather and grandson.