Naruto: My Fist is the Last Word

Chapter 780 trouble

Buy one! Within three days, a gust of wind blew the bathtub to the door of the heart.

The sea giant was very happy, and said, “It’s tailor-made for me.” So they became good friends.

Wu An climbed to the electric wire tower and blew the suona, while the sea giant listened underneath. The sea giant’s voice is so good, he hummed a small tune softly, and the suona sound was immediately unspeakable. Their performance attracted many nearby residents to watch. Wu Haozhi also came, he commented:

“High mountains and flowing water, Zhong Ziqi and Boya.”

No one knows what the reporter said, but saw him take a picture of the two with a video camera.

Wu An caught a bass from the mud pond deep in the mountain. What a big bass, heavy. He carried it back and stewed a large pot of fish soup. The sea giant froze and looked up at the night sky. The deep sky was filled with dazzling stars.

“Zero zero seven” “Thank you, Feishan.” He said suddenly.

“Thank you?”

“I have never had friends. I live in the deep ocean and face the dark sea every day. Of course there are other marine life, but I still feel lonely.”

“Lonely?”

“Lonely. I didn’t know what friendship is about until I met you.”

Wu An thoughtfully, but said: “Okay! By the way-rent, you must collect rent when you move into the heart.”

“Oh?” The sea giant heard it for the first time.

“You have been in for two months, so you should give me four fingerprints.”

“fingerprint?”

Wu An nodded and said, “The rent is set by the landlord every year, and what I set is fingerprints.”

“Oh-unfortunately, I don’t have fingerprints. If you don’t believe me, look at it.” The sea giant stretched out his bare webbed hand.

“What do you do then? Maybe you can’t live anymore.”

“Nothing will happen, right” Sea Giant’s mind was a little confused.

Wu An accounted and said, “I… I don’t know either.”

“By the way, why do you stipulate fingerprints, and what do you want fingerprints for?”

“I want to carve a stone and engrave different fingerprints on the stone, but it doesn’t make much sense.”

The sea giant shook his head and said, “No! How could it be meaningless? This is so creative! Ah Shan, you are really a genius, and the way of thinking of an artist is really extraordinary!”

Wu An smiled.

five,

Wu An began to choose stones, not too hard, too soft, or the wrong color. He chose Jade. Because of his age, his eyes are a bit blurred, so he asked the sea giant to help engrave fingerprints.

Under the warm sunlight, the heart kept trembling. At the door, they sat on the ground next to each other, Wu An observed the lines, and then told the sea giant that the sea giant was sculpting carefully with a knife.

Sea Giant is not professional. He failed three times. After three times, his hands became stable.

When the fingerprint jade was finished, Wu An played with it in his hand, stroking the dented knife mark, as if drinking a sip of fragrant wine.

“What seems to be missing?” he frowned.

“what?

Wu An said: “Lack”

Midang–

The carving knife fell on the ground, Wu An looked up, and the sea giant was missing.

Wu An understood what was going on and shed two lines of silent tears.

After a while, he looked into the distance with empty eyes and said: “No shortage! Nothing is missing!”

There are only two classes today. Because it is almost graduated, there are very few courses for senior students. It was almost time for dinner, Wu An’s stomach was grumbled with hunger. He put on his shoes and walked out of the dormitory, and met a roommate when he went down the stairs. This man is wearing black shorts and carrying a packed takeaway in his hand.

“Where?” He smiled and greeted Wu An.

“Eating. Shall we join?”

“Ha–no, I ordered takeaway.

Under the gray sky, a street lamp illuminates the road red.

Wu An didn’t walk in a hurry, and met many students along the way. Some people were in groups, laughing and talking. He only knew a few of them. After walking a short distance of the road, turning a seven-shaped corner, he slipped into a block laneway, and then took a shortcut to the fast food restaurant. In a short while, he arrived at the door of Kaixinwei fast food restaurant.

Kaixinwei is a very ordinary fast food restaurant. There are several fast food restaurants like this nearby, but the business is not as good as Kaixinwei.

When he walked in, the shop owner’s family of three was standing behind the glass partition and serving food to the students in line in front. The shopkeeper is short, dark-skinned, and small-eyed. His wife is probably still serving as a cook, so she wears a greasy apron. It was Wu An’s turn. Wu An said to the shop owner: “A chicken chop rice. Eat here.”

The shopkeeper scooped a few rice out of the rice bucket next to him, placed them on the patterned plastic rice plate, and handed them to the yellow-haired girl standing beside him–that’s his daughter. She is not old, she is wearing a nearby middle school uniform, and her chubby face seems to be more like a father.

“What to eat?” she asked Wu An.

Wu An looked at the vegetables in front of him and said, “Yeah. Eggplant. No potatoes! There are also scrambled eggs with tomatoes.”

The yellow-haired girl picked up the food and handed it to Wu An. Wu An found a place to sit down and started eating. As always, the familiar taste is that the chicken steak is a bit strange. It is estimated that the leftover was sold at noon, and it was re-fried again.

A little bit of time passed, and soon he finished his meal. Only a touch of yellow oil remained in the dish. He took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, and the phone in Gedi’s pocket rang. He answered the phone, and it turned out that Deng Chen asked him to meet.

Deng Chen is Wu An’s girlfriend. She is petite and thin, like a white orchid. She speaks very quietly, has a lot of courage, has a lot of interest, has the courage to try, and often participates in various campus competitions.

He met her in his second year at school. At that time, he was preparing to take the CET-4 exam, always sneaking up to the roof of the teaching building to recite. Once, he suddenly realized that he couldn’t carry it in at all, so he lit a cigarette and smoked quietly. The sun was hot, and sweat dripped from his temples. Suddenly, he heard loud singing. The voice is crisp and clear

Bright, and he sang a song familiar to him. The voice caught his heart at once.

He looked down at the stairs made of marble, and there were a few cigarette butts on the sills–the ones he abandoned last time. The singing is soft and beautiful, echoing in the empty corridors. Her ears were plugged with black headphones, and a textbook was spread out in front of the class desk. Maybe it was a moment of rest after reading, and she couldn’t help humming a ballad, but she sang really

It sounds good.

So he took the initiative to greet her. She is obviously very enthusiastic. He praised her for singing so well, she laughed happily and said that she liked listening to Eason Chan’s songs. Once they talked, they found that they were in the same department and the same major. .