Naruto: Sasuke's brother's wife Ino

[This chapter involves a lot of storytelling. Those who don't like to read extra storytelling can wait for updates or read more high-quality works by Tomato! ]

(The storyteller is calm and fluent.

The storytelling content is purely fictional. If there are similarities, then so be it.

I said earlier that I wanted to do a storytelling for every 100 chapters, but I didn't do it later.

Why?

Because I'm a little busy during this period, this book has to support the configuration of multiple book titles and book covers. I worked on this for a long time.

I still rely on you later. Everyone in Penguin is really good.

And then, I wanted to go to bed early today, but suddenly I saw a video.

The result is that I can't sleep now, and I started to tell stories out of inspiration.

You can say I'm useless... I'm powerless to refute you, just don't comment on me like Sun Xiaochuan.

There was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Entering his own high school, He was a high-spirited young man like everyone else.

At that best age, a girl walked into his heart.

The rain faded the dusk, and the freshness of the spirit moved his heart. The girl leaned against the building with clear eyes, and her beauty was rare.

The description of her as a beauty that could topple a country and a city was perhaps the most appropriate.

Later, during the military training in high school, she was so outstanding and dazzling, the most dazzling existence in the crowd.

Her outstanding appearance also made her never lack suitors.

She was really beautiful and shone into his heart, and was a page in his heart.

He didn't dare to express his love for you, and he didn't have the courage. He was not a school idol, nor did he have money, nor was he one of those strong athletes. He was just an ordinary person.

When his friends and companions talked about beautiful girls, they always talked about you, did you know?

Even if you heard Your name, he sometimes thinks of your unparalleled elegance and beauty.

He knows the language of many flowers. His favorite flower at that time was the daisy, not because it can be seen everywhere and has some noble gentleman qualities.

But because of its flower language, the love hidden in the heart.

He also understands that this is not normal love, this is not a normal personality, and it is just a fantasy.

It's really cheap.... But the story continues.

Although we are not in the same class, every time you pass by, you can move his heart and make him look at the window, for the whole class or even the whole day.

You will be happy all day....

Every time I think about it, it always makes people feel very emotional. Why do we have to know each other before we meet?

Class division in the first year of high school.

I was assigned to the same class with him.

Do you know how he feels?

Very happy, every After a day of complicated study, he can look up at you in front of him, and he thinks that the fatigue of the day will disappear.

Sometimes the story sounds outrageous, but the story comes from life, right?

He is like the heroine in "A Letter from a Strange Woman", who is sick with unrequited love.

Silently, without traces.

Secret love is just a person's chaos.

Time flies.

Came to the second year of high school.

Another class division, I am honored to be divided with her again.

Maybe God favors him, but he has never blessed him.

God did not give him a brave heart.

He looks good, and some people pursued him, but because of his stubbornness in his heart, he did not negotiate with them too much.

She is still so beautiful and so dazzling.

He has also grown up a lot, and his mentality has also changed at this moment.

Maybe this is growth....

The night of evening self-study in the second year of high school.

On a quiet night, the fan was turning, and from time to time, there were the sounds of pages turning and pen clicking.

That night was also an unforgettable night in this life.

The seats were arranged for one person per table.

I was lucky to be assigned to the front and back tables with you, and they were against the wall.

The seats in the classroom were actually very tight. Your hair was waist-length, and the breeze blew through it, with a pleasant milky smell... Strands of hair always fell on my desk.

Strands of hair moved his fingers.

The breeze moved not only your hair, but also his heartstrings.

That was the first time he experienced the feeling of being stunned and his heartbeat accelerated, and that moment seemed to be eternal.

The few months at the front and back tables were the happiest time of his high school life.

He liked to watch you in a daze behind you in math class, and in order to quietly narrow the distance between you and him, he helped the students in your group to collect and send homework.

He was happier than in the first year of high school.

There is a reason why students hate teachers, and the seats are divided.

The white school uniform always looks so slim on you, but looks messy on others.

After that, time flies.

There was an important day in the senior year of high school, the sports meeting.

He signed up for the long jump event, an ordinary person with no athletic talent, signed up for a sport that requires some professional knowledge.

Why?

Because your friend was in charge of the list of contestants at the time... and you were watching from the side...

What a humble guy.

I have forgotten why at the time, you laughed...

And I was defeated, and I didn't even have time to fight, I was already defeated.

On the day of the competition.

Do you know?

Actually, I went there with the attitude of participating first. After all, there are so many strong people in the long jump event, and I might just be going through the motions.

But!

What I never expected was that you actually came to see me.....

Maybe it wasn't me...it was just the fantasy time of a humble and incomplete goblin, but I think you came to see me on purpose.

Why?

Because the group of people in our grade who were running 100 meters at the time were not as handsome as me, and the classes next to you were all junior high school.

Of course, it might just be the fantasy of the goblin.....

But, I was really like chicken blood at that time!

I used up all my life's strength, and my eyes were like a revolving lantern at that time.

That was a strong jump.

Jumped out the second place in the whole field, although I was overtaken later.

It's a pity....you left at that time.

It was good to leave, because there were so many strong people in the long jump that I almost couldn't even keep the third place. The first and second place were both athletes. The one who competed with me for the third place was lucky that he stepped on the line three times in the extra round.

I didn't even dare to think at that time, I could actually win a medal?

Then it was the award ceremony.... I returned to the area where the class was, and I ran quickly to the boys' place with my medal and certificate held high.

You must have looked at me at that time, I know... because I saw your eyes looking at me at that time... but my eyes quickly dodged.

Then it was the college entrance examination.... You didn't take the college entrance examination, but chose the single recruitment and listened to the teacher's brainwashing...

And I barely got into college.

Now my mentality has been relaxed. High school was wonderful because I met you at the best time.

The song is still in the headphones, youth will never fade.

The bright dream that I pursued when I was young.

Filling the backpack with hope, holding the future tightly in the palm of the hand, whose song echoes in the corridor passing by, guessing randomly...

Youth is too hurried, no time to appreciate, I was still chasing the sunset in the playground yesterday.

Too much time is spent on fantasy, and it is inevitable to be frivolous and make trouble.

Looking to the future, there is a little bit of sadness, the people around me will eventually leave with dreams one after another.

Run to the distance.

Stay in the center of memory.

That green time...)

End with the lyrics of Tea No. 2 Middle School, recalling the green time of youth.

As I said, reality is far more magical than fiction.

I guess you have guessed that the protagonist of the story has changed three years in a blink of an eye.

I am also a writer now, loving life and generating electricity for love.

How are you now?

Silent crush.

I guess you are also very good, there must be no shortage of suitors around you, there must be tall and handsome ones, with good personalities and caring people.

Unlike him, I don’t even have the courage to talk.

I really envy you, being able to stay in Nancheng to study, everything around you is familiar, unlike me.

It won't be long before I leave for Xi'an.

I have never regretted anything, after all, there are so many things that carry my youth.

I wish you well, remember to keep smiling every day.

I wish to be the river water, and meet you again.

To the imperfect tomorrow.

(I'm sorry to my family here, this chapter is really watery... But it's really what I want to say, I want to confide in others, thank you for your understanding.

At the little animal penguin's home, the penguin gave everyone a red bag, thank you for your understanding and support.

I will continue to work hard in the future.)