Your father deserves respect, and his love for you is true.He must have been a stalwart mountain peak in your heart, and that tall figure shaded you from the wind and rain, and gave you warm shelter.
But the situation is different now.
You are still a child, and your child's world should be full of sunshine and laughter, like flowers blooming in spring.
I originally thought this was just a matter between adults. It was a complicated entanglement in the adult world. It was entangled like a mess. I didn't expect it to involve children. It was like a calm lake was suddenly disrupted, rippling out circles of disturbing ripples.
I may have said a little too much.Kakashi Jun, sorry.
Looking at Kiki Kakashi's almost distorted face in the torrential rain, the rain fell down his cheeks wantonly, as if Heaven was crying for him, and every rain mark seemed to be a painful line in his heart.
The gentle man called Lan Dye sighed softly, and the sigh was mixed with helplessness, pity, and a trace of unspeakable depth.
He took a step back, that step seemed light, but it seemed to pull a little distance away from the child's sensitive and fragile heart.
"Tomorrow, I will come again, Kakashi Jun.Until you can accept me."
Lan Zhan's voice came through the layers of rain curtains, gentle and firm, like a warm spring breeze trying to blow into Kakashi's inner world frozen by cold and pain.
"...Let's go, don't come again."
Kakashi's voice carried the child's stubbornness, but also had pain and exhaustion that did not match his age. The short words were like a cold wall, trying to block Lan Dye from the outside.
"It's not good to swear."
Lan Zhan was not angry because of Kakashi's resistance. He looked at this child like a lost little beast. Although he would show fangs and claws to those who approached, he was just scared and confused in his heart.
The man known as Aizen looked at the stubborn Kakashi and shook his head helplessly. He stretched out his hand and put the black oil-paper umbrella and the last bowl of ramen on the ground.
He brought the oil-paper umbrella specially, and his body temperature was still on the handle of the umbrella. The bowl of ramen was steaming in the cold rainstorm, like a little warm candlelight in the dark.
The oil-paper umbrella covered Kakashi's small body from the rain, and the raindrops made a ticking sound on the surface of the umbrella, as if Lan Dye was silently telling his kindness.
Facing the child's resentful eyes and actions, he didn't make any gaffes, but nodded silently at Kakashi, as if telling the child that he understood his anger and confusion.
Then he took two steps back, bent down and picked up the broken bowls and chopsticks on the ground, and served up the rotten noodles.
The broken bowls and chopsticks are like Kakashi's broken family and inner world, and those rotten noodles are scattered there so desolate at this time.
Because of the harsh environment, there was a smell of decay and dampness in the cemetery. Lan Zhan frowned and tore off a piece of feather weaving. That feather weaving was the clothing he had always cherished, and there might still be memories of the past on it.
After carefully wrapping the rotten objects, he bowed slightly to the child who did not face him squarely.Then let the heavy rain pour, the cold rain quickly soaked his clothes, and he slowly left the public cemetery.
His back looked a little lonely in the heavy rain, but there was a kind of firmness.
After Lan Yan left, the cemetery returned to its original appearance.
The tombstone stood there quietly, revealing an endless loneliness.The rain continued to wash away the cemetery, as if to wash away all the sadness and helplessness that had happened here.
The black torrential rain kept falling, and the raindrops were like tears in the sky, venting a suppressed emotion.
But this time, no raindrops fell on Kakashi's body. He was protected by the black oil-paper umbrella, but his heart was still shrouded in haze.
Kakashi looked at the black oil-paper umbrella on the ground and the last bowl of Yile ramen that was covered with him and still steaming hot, his little face was full of struggle and hesitation.
The aroma of that bowl of ramen permeated the surroundings, but his heart was mixed.The young child's heart seemed to be tumbling in a violent wind and waves. His two small hands were clenched into fists. His nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground. The bright red blood contrasted sharply with the black land.
On one side are the good people who help themselves and the ninjas with the best reputation. Aizen is like a light in his darkness, and that gentle image looks extremely reliable at this time.
On the other side was his father's warning, and his father's words echoed in his ears like a curse that could not be ignored.
He didn't understand what was going on in this world.
His hero-like father killed himself in front of him, and that scene was deeply imprinted in his young heart like a nightmare.
The people outside were still pointing, and those indifferent eyes and malicious words pierced him like sharp arrows.Only Lan Zhan expressed his kindness to himself, and every move he made was like strands of warm sunlight trying to penetrate the heavy dark clouds.
But my father said that Lan Zhan is a terrible person.
His father's words have always been the unquestionable truth in his heart.
But, in this situation, can you really trust your father?This question took root in his heart like a seed, growing constantly, tormenting him.
Is the village wrong, or is the father wrong?
This question lay in his heart, like a heavy mountain.His smart little head has never been as chaotic as it is now.
Aizen Soosuke.The name is now full of contradictions.
He is obviously the best person in the village, and he used to admire him very much.
At that time, seeing Lan Zhan, admiration would surge in his heart. He was so perfect and worthy of respect, and every smile seemed to warm the whole world.
It was only because of his father's words that he obediently became hostile to him.
But now, his father is a "villain" who violates the rules of the village and kills himself for fear of sin.
This name was like a pot of cold water, ruthlessly extinguishing the admiration for his father in his heart.He has also become the son of a "villain", and the people around him look at him with strange eyes, and those eyes are like a knife cutting a wound in his heart.Lan Zhan helped himself many times regardless of the past. Those help was not only material delivery of ramen noodles and umbrellas, but also spiritual support.
Even many funerals were organized by him, and his figure was busy at the funeral.,