When they arrived at Kenshou Uehara's small ranch, the sun was already setting in the west.
A few simple wooden houses sat on a grassy hillside.
Hundreds of cows were grazing on the hillside, and 10 cows were leisurely grazing the grass.
An old man and two obviously hired workers were drinking milk.
Maruyama Shouta's round body was the first to squeeze through the gate. He shouted at the old man on the hill,""Uncle Jianxiang, we're here to see you."
"Who is it?"
Kensho Uehara put down the work in his hands and slowly stood up with a wooden bucket filled with milk. He narrowed his eyes and sized up the person who came.
When he saw the round body with obvious characteristics, he suddenly realized,""So it's Little Xiangtai. Come in quickly. What wind actually blew you out of the door?”
"Haha, with my size, I'll probably need a powerful tornado.”
"Then I really need a tornado. It's rare that someone like you who hasn't gone out for a long time still remembers that I like Qingmu tea.”
"The little girl is here too?"
"Yes, is the old master's health well? My brother knows that there's a ranch here and has been clamoring to come and see the cows. I brought him along."
Uchiha Ringtone smiled as he took the wooden bucket from Kensho Uehara's hands and helped him carry it.
"Good, good. Come and accompany me when you have time. Seeing you guys full of vitality makes me feel a few years younger.”
Kensho Uehara replied cheerfully. His voice sounded a little leaky through his few teeth.
"Grandpa, let me help you milk the cow.”
Makoto Uchiha was eager to try when he saw the two staff members milk the cows.
"Little brother, don't cause trouble. If you dare to move, I won't bring you here in the future.”
"It's fine, it's fine. Cows were more docile and would not hurt people easily. Why don't I get you a few glasses of fresh milk?”
"No need, Old Master. We drank a lot at Uncle Xiangtai's place just now.”
……
After that, Uchiha Ringtone and Shouta went to get milk.
Makoto Uchiha would run around and occasionally chat with the old man.
The old man couldn't stay idle, so he went to work together after a while.
When it was almost evening, Kensho Uehara drove the cattle into the pen step by step.
Although his body was still very stable, his footsteps were indeed a little shaky.
There seemed to be a special rhythm in his deep and shallow footsteps. He seemed slow, but he always managed to block the bulls at the right corner.
The shouts caused the bulls to enter the pen one after another in a stable and orderly manner.
The wrinkled skin on the old man's face was like a withered tree bark. The speckles of age spots highlighted the deathly aura.
However, his movements were very coordinated. Even though he was staggering because of the joint pain, the distance between each step was exactly the same.
His body didn't tremble like the other old people because of the lack of coordination between his legs. It was as if he had forced himself to form a habit of staggering. It wasn't because of pain or the instinct of being weak.
This scene clearly fell into the eyes of Uchiha Makoto, who was looking for crickets in the grass ten meters away. Two magatama slowly spun in his red eyes.
In the distance, another brilliant setting sun broke through the surrounding clouds, leaving a circle of golden red light in the world.
The red sunset was like the most beautiful horse in the world, trying its best to absorb the last rays of the red sun.
This reminded Makoto Uchiha of a long time ago, a year ago. It felt like it had been a long time, as if he was in a hazy dream. It was also a picturesque evening.
That time, the young girl's beautiful red hair was reflected in the sunset.
That was the first time Makoto Uchiha had killed someone. It was the first time he had killed a Jounin who was slightly famous.
……
The old man drove the cows into the pen to reward the guests.
Then, he slowly went to the wooden house to make toast and warm milk.
He slowly raised the firewood and carefully divided the milk into the jars. His expression was serious and his movements were skillful.
"Grandpa, have you always lived alone?”
Makoto Uchiha took a few pieces of white bread and placed them on the oven.
"Yeah, it's been decades. I'm already used to living alone. With so many cows accompanying me, I don't feel much lonely.”
"Then, was your foot injured before? You're limping when you walk."
"Yes, I caught a cold when I was young. It's because of this that I'm old."
"Oh! I thought you were just like me, learning how to walk because it was fun. No matter if it was on a slope or on flat ground, your steps were the same.”
The old man's focused eyes were slightly stunned. Then, he touched his legs expressionlessly."Yeah, when people get old, they forget a lot of things.
She had forgotten that her legs had indeed hurt for a long time, and she had also forgotten that she did not know when her legs would recover.
However, he still retained his old habits, just so that he wouldn't forget his gratitude, his mission, and who gave him such a beautiful life! Muye was too peaceful.”
Puffs of smoke rose from the houses on the hillside, giving the place a little more poetic and picturesque.
A shout for dinner made Ling Zhong and the others stop their work and enter the room together to taste the most serious dinner the old man had ever made.
Then, Makoto Uchiha, Ringtone, and Shota followed the ranch staff and rode the ranch's carriage away quickly under the last rays of the setting sun.
"Grandpa, it's so fun here. We'll come back tomorrow!”Uchiha Makoto's crisp voice came from afar.
Half an hour later.
A ghostly voice darted into the small, brightly lit cabin on the hillside.
The old man Kensho Uehara quietly looked at the burning fireplace.
"I knew you would come back."
"Did he…notice something?" The voice of the newcomer was like a dancing wind chime, sweet and pleasant to the ear.
"Maybe. He said that there was something wrong with my footwork. Other than the daily routine, he didn't ask anything, and I didn't say anything.”
"You should be glad that the people who came this afternoon weren't from the mountain clans. However, even if they were, they wouldn't be able to obtain any secrets from me. Alright, you actually came at this time. Stop pretending.”
"If possible, bury me on this hillside. It's been decades, and I quite like this place.”
Kensho Uehara said calmly with a faint smile on his face. Those who didn't know better would think that he was talking about something that had nothing to do with them.
"Good!"
Amidst the pleasant response, a hint of coldness appeared on the pure face with baby fat, and a strand of long hair fluttered in the wind...
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