The photo Kakashi showed was not the photo of him with Uchiha Obito, Nohara Rin and Namikaze Minato.
It was taken at home when Minato discovered that Kakashi was showing signs of coming out of the shadows while he was protecting Kushina.
In the photo, Minato and Kushina are standing side by side.
Minato gently hugged Kushina with his right hand, gave a thumbs up with his left hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled as brightly as the sun in the sky.
Kushina leaned against Minato, her eyes filled with tenderness and sweetness.
Kakashi stood in front of the two of them with a stinky face, seemingly dissatisfied with the dog-food behavior of the two behind him.
But if you look closely, you can find that there is actually joy hidden in his eyes.
Looking at the two people in the photo, Naruto was mostly convinced.
The remaining part is related to the third generation.
He was unwilling and could not believe that the kind old man who cared for him would do such a thing.
"Naruto, this is your father, your mother, and...you."
Naruto took the photo carefully, as if holding a fragile rare treasure.
I'm afraid that if I apply a little force, this photo will turn into ashes.
His fingers gently caressed Minato and Kushina's cheeks, leaving large tears unsatisfied.
Naruto was worried that his tears would splash on the photo, so he quickly turned his hand over and covered the top of the photo with the back of his hand.
Kakashi knelt down, wiped away the tears from the corners of Naruto's eyes, and then said: "Naruto, this is not your real home, your home is in another place."
A place that has been specially sealed for three generations in the name of protection.
Qianye asked the guards to go and collect the files of Minato and his wife on the night of the Kyuubi, and ordered him to take these files to the original residence of the Fourth Hokage later.
...
The old wooden door made a heartbreaking sound, and the dusty room welcomed its real owner.
The furnishings in the house remain intact.
Naruto opened his eyes wide and looked greedily at every corner of the room.
There is a vase placed on the dining table in the living room, and the bouquet of flowers in it has long turned into dead branches and leaves.
But in Naruto's eyes, it is a hundred times, a thousand times more beautiful than the flowers and green leaves blooming in spring.
Further forward, there is a soft sofa, covered with a thin layer of ash.
Hanging on the wall directly in front of the sofa are two sets of calligraphy written in Chinese calligraphy.
Below is a solid wood utility cabinet.
The simple furnishings made Naruto tighten his mouth again. He stared at the sofa blankly, as if he saw his parents sitting on the sofa talking.
Naruto raised his arms to wipe away his tears and walked into the kitchen.
Looking at this narrow little room, he couldn't help but grin.
"Hatake Kakashi-senpai, who of my parents cooks better?"
Kakashi looked at Naruto's little face, suddenly returned to that time again, and replied reflexively:
"Minato-sensei's cooking is more delicious, but Mrs. Kushina's cooking is also very delicious."
After saying that, Kakashi was stunned for a second.
A feeling that things were different and things were different pervaded his heart.
Naruto nodded and said to himself: "It seems that the food cooked by dad is more delicious, but I want to eat the food cooked by mom even more."
When returning home from school every day, Naruto would avoid the main roads to avoid contact with other people.
But even in a remote place, he could still see his peers running home happily and saying loudly: "I'm back."
Then, the voice of the other party's mother will be heard from inside the house: "Welcome home, mom has cooked your favorite dish for you today."
"Ah, it's scrambled eggs again, can't mom change the dish?"
"Idiot! Don't you know mom can only cook this dish?!"
Afterwards, there was inevitably a bit of bickering.
Sometimes, you can still see some fathers chasing their children around holding up plastic stands.
All these ups and downs are Naruto's extravagant wishes.
An extravagant hope that is unattainable.
If his parents are still there, he can stand in front of his house after coming back from school and say loudly:
"I'm back."
Then, mother's voice would come from inside the house: "Welcome home, whatever Naruto wants to eat today, mother will cook it for you."
He exited the kitchen and went to the second bedroom.
There is a wooden cradle inside.
Next to the cradle, there was a plain tatami mat, surrounded by gauze, and filled with soft dolls.
In the corner, there is also a set of toys that every household has, the 'Kendama'.
Naruto grinned again: "Mom and dad, it's true, they must not know that I don't like puppets."
With that said, Naruto picked up the kendama and threw up the matching small ball with his left hand. A round hole was drilled under the ball.
Holding the cross-shaped 'sword' in your right hand, you need to insert the tip of the sword into the round hole.
Naruto played with it twice, reluctantly put down the kendama and went to the master bedroom.
Minato loves reading, so the master bedroom and study room are connected together.
The study room is filled with books of all sizes. Only a small part of the books are brand new, while the others have long been dug out.
In the master bedroom, photos of Minato and Kushina can be seen everywhere.
Some are before pregnancy and some are after pregnancy.
There are more before pregnancy.
Naruto looked at these photos, threw himself on the bed, sniffed the slightly musty quilt, sighed, buried his head in the quilt, and twitched slightly.
Sobs could be heard faintly from under the quilt.
Finally, Naruto couldn't help but burst into tears.
Qianye wanted to comfort Naruto, but didn't know what to say.
The experiences he encountered are unbearable for many adults.
And the person who caused all of this was none other than Sarutobi Hiruzen, who had the will to never leave the fire!
Kakashi stood aside, looking at Naruto who was crying, his eyes slightly red.
He turned away, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, walked out of the master bedroom, went to the bathroom, took out a towel, quickly cleaned it with tap water, then returned to the room with the towel, and handed it to Naruto.
"Cry, just cry."
Kakashi's voice was gentler than ever before: "Naruto, the Fifth Hokage will clear your name. Everything you have experienced will not be experienced again in the future."
“From now on, you can walk on the main road openly and no one will call you a monster;
You can make many new friends in the future, study and play together.
In the future, you will be with the people you like, like your father and mother, and form a new family with the blessings of your friends."
Naruto sobbed, shook his head desperately, and said intermittently: "I don't want... I don't want these, I just want my parents, I just want... my parents come back."
Kakashi clenched his fists.
Naruto's cry reminded him of his past self.
His father committed suicide when he was 8 years old, and Kakashi almost didn't come out at that time.
Naruto has lost his parents since birth and grew up in such a malicious environment.
Kakashi couldn't imagine how Naruto persisted.
Qianye suddenly said: "Naruto, I have a way to let you see your parents again, but I can't do it yet."
"But I can promise you that one day in the future, I will definitely let you see your parents again!"