[Hokage] Terukawa

It's a thunderstorm.

It was raining heavily, and drops of cool water fell like a curtain from the dark sky.They collided with the brown-red soft soil, head-on with the branches and eaves—and then broke, and the bright silver of lightning was reflected in the shattered water splashes, distorting the trajectory that tore through the sky like cracks into a cluster of splashing light .

It's so dazzling.

The sky is also as dark as it looks after sunset in the evening.

I blinked and looked up at the time - it would be six o'clock in the afternoon.It's actually almost dark, but for summer in the northern hemisphere, this time is still a little short.

It's so dark, but I don't really want to turn on the lights... Can I do anything more meaningful than staring blankly?

I heard the muffled sound from the clouds in the sky, which sounded heavy but loud, like... like a majestic current descending on a calm lake with a sweeping force, a shining arc or an elongated Or twist, followed by a piercing crackle spreading round and round.

I stood up suddenly - oh shit, I almost forgot that Dongming was afraid of thunder.In the past, every time there was a thunderstorm, he would bow his head and jump towards me. First, he would force me to climb onto the bed, and then he would shake off the quilt to cover both of our heads skillfully, and then skillfully stretched out his hand to push me into his arms. I curled up in a ball, as if I could turn myself into a part of the quilt... A small space can always bring people an inexplicable sense of security—from a psychological point of view, there is no problem.

As for the body?In the case of a thunderstorm, the question of whether the quilt can cover the body is irrelevant to Dongming - the human instinct is to give priority to protecting the most important parts, isn't it?

And me, I didn't even try to tell him - I'm not afraid of thunder when I'm cheating.

...Although in my previous life when I was three years old, I would cry for hours every time I was frightened by the sound of thunder.

But it doesn't matter, what matters is that I have to stay with him now.

As I expected, Dongming pushed the door open and entered after I had walked a few steps.The old paper door made a slightly harsh sound when it was forcefully pulled open horizontally. This sound was only heard by me a little before it was drowned in the overwhelming thunder, but I still clearly saw it. After hitting the end of the slide rail hard, the straight wooden skeleton deformed subtly, and even the pasted paper shook—if this was normal time, I'm afraid I would have started to feel pity for it.

But not now.

I was obediently carried into the quilt by him and shivered with him.

Then...then I fell asleep in a daze in the company of the darkness (_(:3)∠)_).

I woke up early the next morning, and at this time, I found that Dong Ming had slept with his head covered just like that last night—and he hadn't woken up yet.He frowned faintly, and his eyelashes fluttered from time to time, as if he was having a dream that was not so friendly to him.

……All right.

I'm not curious about his dreams, and I can't just wake him up like this - Mercury retrogrades when disturbing sleep, but I can leave him a cup of hot water by the bedside, which should be comforting.

Speaking of which...has the righteous returned?

It is necessary to say that such things as not coming home at night actually happen to righteous people from time to time, and this is even normal for us—that is, Zhizi, Dongming and me.I even think that there is no need to think deeply about this matter-adults always have some secrets that they don't want children to know-cut, it sounds a bit uncomfortable, but it is undeniable that in this case They are always the side that makes more sense.

But the problem is that the righteous man still has a little habit—that is, whenever he plans to stay out at night, he will take Qing Naifei back first.This is probably to make his family feel at ease, and at the same time, it also shows that despite the fact that he takes Haruno to travel all day long in the sun and rain, in fact, he loves Haruno no less than Zhizi.

That Haruno...

I subconsciously looked at the green bird house outside the window - aha, fortunately she is there, but the situation looks a little bit more embarrassing.Undoubtedly, the rain unceremoniously drenched her whole body thoroughly, which made her seem to shrink a little, and neither the soft down feathers nor the tough front feathers were spared. Sticking to her body, Ling Yu's words exploded slightly.

As if sensing my gaze, Haruno flapped her wings and turned her head in my direction very quickly.After confirming that I was me, she finally shook her feathers in relief, and uttered a greeting cry to me.

"Morning, Haruno, I'm glad to see you come home." I stretched out my fingers to press the top of her head, and smoothed the blown feathers while she subconsciously flinched, "but your feathers I have to I won't be able to wipe it for you until later, because I have to go and see my dad who doesn't come home at night first."

He must have only just been back.I rolled my eyes secretly, otherwise Haruno's whole body would not be so wet until now.

The house is very quiet, and the fresh air after the rain is sprinkled with dim light and humid water vapor from the outside world without discrimination—here again, this kind of sticky body surface touch that I don’t like, I hope it will be better at noon point.

When the righteous man was found, he was sitting on the wooden porch with Oroko, rubbing his knees with a tangled expression, the black clothes he wore before going out were being messed up by the side, and the pouring rain Seems to thicken the black a bit, which makes it look thick.And my parents were lowering their voices at this time, talking about something in a voice that I couldn't hear.

Looks like he's fine, which is fine.

It has been a week since my sprained ankle has healed—actually, the time has taken me a little by surprise. Although I somewhat expected my excellent physique in this life, I definitely did not expect it to be like this. It actually only takes about a week to heal from such a traumatic situation - you must know that if it was in the previous life, it would be good to give it a month to heal.

As a result, I was kicked out of the study room full of books and scrolls, and once again devoted myself to various physical training.I can’t deny that it’s tiring, but I also know that righteous people will definitely grasp that strength—especially when I found out that I was a landlubber in my previous life and I can learn to swim smoothly (of course not referring to dog planing) when.

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That night.

"Hey, Zhaohe, have you seen any mosquitoes over there?"

Eleven o'clock in the middle of the night - this is usually the time for us to fall asleep, but obviously not today - not only did we not fall asleep, but we were even very refreshed, and the whole room was brightly lit by the light from the headlights.

- It's all the mosquito's fault!

I squeezed my fist viciously: "No, I didn't see...not even a single one! Those bastard mosquitoes are so cunning, don't they even find a place to rest?"

"...Zhaohe, the word bastard... you know, you are only four years old," Dongming gave me a embarrassed look, "it's better to say less. Do you remember the last time? Yes, it means that leaking words will be woven The time when my son heard it? Sometimes I am really curious, where did you learn these words."

...Of course I remember, that time I not only slipped my mouth, but I was also looked at by Oroko and Yoshito with strange eyes, and talked to me for half an afternoon about the importance of polite language, coupled with their last words Hesitant expression - I have every reason to believe that if I hadn't had a training plan that afternoon, I'd have to listen honestly for the whole afternoon.

Dongming?Of course Dongming was not spared either.As the person in the whole family who spends the most time with me, he is undoubtedly the most suspicious when it comes to the question of "who did Zhao He learn to swear from?"

I was sitting in the corner as quiet as a chicken.

...So it seems that I still feel sorry for him _(:3)∠)_.

Well, Dong Ming, you won - because what you said was quite reasonable, and I was tricked once unconsciously.

The great writer [beep——] Xun said it well: "The number of mosquitoes you are afraid of dying will never be directly proportional to the efforts you put in for it."

As expected of a great writer, this sentence is really appropriate. Now it is just right to describe Dongming who is holding his left hand with his right hand, grinning his teeth and grimacing. It happened just now. I saw him use the palm of his hand. I launched a charged attack on a black spot on the wall, and I even thought I could see a pack of blood blasting on the wall—if the damned mosquito hadn’t been at the critical moment, Suddenly flew up at an unimaginable speed, and left Dongming's attack range at an unimaginable angle.

"...Zhaohe," he raised his head aggrieved, "my hands are numb."

It's strange if it's not numb, I was numb when I heard it-God knows how much perseverance it took me to tense my expression at this moment, and didn't laugh out loud because of his embarrassment.

"...I don't think Zhaohe can blame you, brother," I tried my best to straighten the corners of my twitching mouth, "it's all the fault of those damned mosquitoes." They must have become sperm.

If you want to make a list of the most irresistible things in the world, then "Yasaka Toaki's wronged eyes" will definitely be at the top of this boring list.

Bathed in "Yasaka Toaki's aggrieved eyes", I finally didn't want to smile at all-even though I knew his palm was not as fragile as it looked.

But who knows how much effort he used to slap that wall?

So I went over to him and tiptoed over to look at his reddened palm - even puffed up my face and gave him a blow and told him "it will be over soon".

Then something stupid happened—I saw his normal eye sockets suddenly turned red, and his gray-blue irises were covered by a thin layer of water mist—fuck, why do you look like you are talking to your elders? Like a coquettish child? ? ?

Oh no, wait...the point is when did I master the skill of coaxing children? !