Perhaps it is a habit that the elderly will always wait until the last ray of sunset disappears from the horizon before starting to prepare supper.

He refused Ye Zi's help, slowly raised the firewood and started washing the rice. After washing the vegetables, the water used to wash the rice. The water was only used to wash the rice. The old man took the rice in his hand and poured it for a moment. He looked very serious, as if he was evaluating the portions of the two people.

Ye Zi looked at the old man's movements and figure calmly, remembering that after cleaning the weeds for the old man, the old man invited them to come here, poured them a cup of hot tea, then took out a piece of yam soup from the cabinet, and carefully divided the piece of yam soup into four small portions that were so even that it could not be even. It was the yam soup that was in the lower house and the only piece at that time.

Thinking of this, Ye Zi slowly raised his straight eyebrows, not thinking about the relationship between the old man's behavior and the spy. He just remembered the past when there was an old man very similar to the old man in front of him.

As night fell, the house standing alone next to the field rose from the smoke of cooking. After a long time, the smoke of cooking stopped rising. There were more things on the table in the house, two bowls of rice, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of sour radish that were taken out of the jar. This was a meal, a simple meal.

Ye Zi, who was used to the big meal, took two sour radishes and took a bowl of rice in a few bites, and then said consciously: "I'm full."

The old man glanced at the empty bowl that didn't even have a grain of rice left, smiled, and then slowly started to eat.

Ye Zi stood up, took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen stove to wash them, and washed the pot by the way. Then he came to the yard and looked up at the moon silently. His initial goal was to test, but he lost any mood after seeing the familiar back.

He stared at the moon quietly, thinking about Takuya Kimura in the room, and then the old man in his memory. Finally, a trace of splendor appeared in his silver eyes.

The old man in the room is old. He moves very slowly, but he is very steady, so steady that he doesn't tremble at all.

Ye Zi silently withdrew his gaze looking at the moon, turned around and walked back into the house. The old man had just finished half of his meal, and Ye Zi said goodbye to the old man naturally.

The old man showed him a kind smile, and Ye Zi waved goodbye to him.

After returning to the residence, Orochimaru sat alone on the corridor.

Ye Zi walked to him and sat down, followed his gaze, looked at the flowers and plants in the courtyard, and listened to the sound of insects coming from the bushes.

Orochimaru glanced at him and asked, "Where have you gone?"

Ye Zi replied: "Task."

Orochimaru nodded and suddenly said, "I've joined the root too."

Ye Zi's eyes opened wide in an instant, looked at him in surprise, and said in disbelief: "How could you join the root?"

Many people want to know the reason for this problem, but not many people know it, and even the third generation did not know the reason why Orochimaru added the root.

Listening to his unbelievable tone, Orochimaru showed a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth. Naturally, he would not tell Ye Zi the reason, but said lightly: "Roots can bring a lot of convenience."

Ye Zi agreed with this statement very much, but he knew that this was not the reason why Orochimaru joined the root. There must be more critical reasons and reasons. However, Orochimaru was unwilling to say it, so he would not continue to ask.

In the following days, Ye Zi frequently went to Takuyang Kimura's house. The old man asked him the reason, and he replied sincerely: "You are like my deceased grandfather."

This is not a lie, but a true truth, so even if the old man lived for so long, he didn't doubt Ye Zi's words.

After spending some time with the old man, Ye Zi initially affirmed that Takuya Kimura was different from ordinary old man. First, he was very healthy, later, he was very strong, and finally, he did not have chakra.

He wrote some judgments in the report and handed them over to the boss, and then the boss sent someone who was from the Shanzhong family and someone Ye Zi knew.

"The wilderness in the mountains." In a remote forest, Ye Zi looked at the visitor with a cold expression.

Shanzhongyuanye looked at Ye Zi carefully, with a smile on his face, saying that seeing is better than seeing at first sight. Now looking at Ye Zi's strong and strong body, it is difficult to associate the thin child at the beginning. If he hadn't seen him for many years, that special child has now become stronger, strong enough to stand alone.

"Long time no see." Although I knew I was going to go straight to the topic, the Shanzhongyuanyuan still couldn't help but deviate from the topic.

Ye Zi was not disliked because the person in front of him was kind to him in a sense. Besides, he wanted to know what the Shanzhongyuanye saw in his memory that day. This was something he wanted to know after his strength became stronger and stronger.

"Yes." But it was not now. He replied like this, ending his greetings.

Shanzhongyuanye smiled bitterly, then said seriously: "Once you confirm, leave the rest to me."

Ye Zi nodded silently. It seemed that the village attached great importance to the mission of cleaning up spies. Even the personnel directly under the Naruto joined the matter. In this way, things under the shadow have always been done by the head.

In fact, there is no need to be so troublesome to clean up the spy. Since you can find the suspect, as long as you adhere to the practice of rather than letting go of the mistake, everything will be much simpler. However, here is Konoha. These things are not in the dark, but in the shadow, so it is very troublesome.

A few days later, Ye Zi came to the old man's house again. This time, he did not come near dusk, but at the moment when the smoke from the house stopped.

When he walked into the house, the old man was slowly chewing on the rice grains. If the rest of his life began to become precious, then he would be really wasteful.

The moon was very round and bright tonight, and the moonlight shone through the door and windows and into the house.

The old man watched Ye Zi walk into the house, a little surprised, swallowed the rice, put down the dishes, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Ye Zi sat in front of him and did not answer the old man, but said, "I lied to you. I don't have a grandfather, and I never had any parents."

The old man was stunned in Qingming's eyes. He looked at Ye Zi in confusion. The latter did not look at him. He just stared at the shabby food on the table and said calmly: "I am an orphan. There is a three-year-old sister who is adopted in an orphanage. When we were six years old, I escaped from the orphanage with my sister on my back. Then when I was about to fall down from hunger, I met a very thin old man, who...you look very much like him."

Takuyang Kimura let go of his hand holding chopsticks and looked at Ye Zi quietly. His face, which was worn out by time, was full of worry. He said, "Child, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Zi suddenly looked up at him, his eyes were a little cold, and he said, "You look like him, but not him. He is very real, you are a little fake. Maybe you are so tired that you make your life look a little coping. This is not like a twilight but healthy old man."

At this point, the worry on Kimura Takuya's face suddenly faded away like a tide, becoming expressionless, and a little clear in his old eyes. He sighed softly and said, "I am really tired of this monotonous life. So, do you think you can know something from me?"

"I think you can, you don't have chakra." Ye Zi said lightly.

Takuya Kimura's hand touched his chest in a hurry. This sudden action did not make Ye Zi respond at all, and he still stared at the old man calmly.

Takuya Kimura touched the technique written on his chest through his clothes, and said with some emotion: "Yes, I don't have chakra." As he said that, he put down his hand and suddenly seemed unhappy.

"Sorry." Ye Zi suddenly apologized.

Takuya Kimura's expressionless face couldn't help but show surprise. Then, he smiled faintly and said calmly: "Even when the night is late, I will be faithful to be an old man. Although I know that there are no other people around me, recently, I have begun to be very dissatisfied with my current life, so I want to leave, but that can only be used to think about it. I know very well that I can only die in Konoha in the end, so I have found a place, not far away, just under the willow tree not far from my field. If possible, bury me there."

"Okay." Ye Zi responded simply.

"Thank you, and I have to say sorry to you, you may be disappointed. Even people from the Yamakura clan cannot know anything from me." Takuya Kimura smiled.

Ye Zi said lightly: "This has nothing to do with me."

Takuyang Kimura smiled even happier when he heard this, forming a sharp contrast with his expressionless face before. Then, he slowly said to Ye Zi: "Don't underestimate those who do not have chakra."

"I can." Ye Zi's eyes froze slightly.

Takuya Kimura nodded, curled his smile, turned to look at the door, where the Yamanaka was standing there.

"Goodbye, funny boy."

Ye Zi was silent and watched Takuyang Kimura be taken away by the Shanaka Field.

A few days later, Ye Zi buried Takuyang Kimura's body under the willow tree, facing the small lake, facing the fertile field, and placed a plate in front of the monument, with three pieces of yam soup in the dish.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance blew from behind him was filled with a slight fragrance, and a familiar and sad voice sounded from behind him: "Some time ago, Grandpa Kimura looked so healthy."

Without turning around, Ye Zi knew who the visitor was. He looked at the name engraved on the tombstone and thought that the name was nothing more than a false code name, and he couldn't help but sneer.

"He could have lived a few more years, but I killed him."
Chapter completed!