[Hokage] Terukawa

"Hahahahahaha!"

I leaned against the trunk of a ginkgo tree and laughed unscrupulously.

Before I get down to business, I think I have to admire the smooth bark of the ginkgo tree. After all, I don't want to accidentally get a few more scratches on the back-damn scar physique.I didn't rediscover this small problem in the previous life until two months ago-this also made me ponder for a while, about whether I am protected too well now.

But obviously, only a fool would struggle with this, and I'm obviously not a fool.

"How does the smell of ginkgo fruit smell?" I smiled and raised my eyebrows at Dongming - I don't need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassing this expression looks, so whenever I want to see Dongming blowing his hair, I will do it.And me, I never worried that he would be really angry-hey, who made me his brother? ?

I saw Dongming put away his inexplicable expression in just a second, and replaced it with a smile of extreme surprise, and then opened his eyes and said nonsense: "That is a very attractive fragrance, it smells very good, it It makes me feel good... He Zhaohe, as an older brother, I feel that I have an obligation to let my younger brother feel this gift from nature."

"Fuck you, I know better than you what it smells like... Eh? Just stand there and stay away from me, don't try to get close to me... Stay away from me!"

I found him in the process of moving quietly, and he simply spread his legs and rushed towards me—he laughed loudly, his mouth was wide open, and his raised eyebrows expressed obvious malicious intentions—he definitely didn’t Good thing, he looks like he just wants to press the ginkgo in his hand that smells like stinky socks to my face—he doesn’t dare to press it on my clothes, because of course Zhizi will do it himself Tell him why the flowers are so red.

Of course, our kind of pleasure that has nothing to do with elegance is based on one foundation, that is, the ginkgo fruit that is already ripe and even showing a little sign of corruption.

Dongming and I returned home with a strange smell all over our bodies.Of course, we didn't have the guts to really get those rotten fruits on each other, but... after all, we were soaked in the smell of smelly socks for almost a whole afternoon, which caused the righteous man to raise his eyebrows the moment he saw us.

"You smell like you've been wallowing in rotten fruit all afternoon."

"...It's not that exaggerated."

Dongming and I looked at each other for a while, and finally turned around dejectedly under the smile of the righteous man, and went to the bathroom.

Dongming closed the bathroom door.

With a dark face, I raised my hands, bent my arms, and pounded my elbow on his lower abdomen.He also puffed up his face in cooperation, and while exclaiming "Ah!!", he bowed his waist like a shrimp.

"Zhaohe, you have changed." He scratched the bridge of my nose against my murderous gaze, and sighed exaggeratedly, "You have become more and more cruel, the former you have never been It's not your style to directly do it without saying a word."

"Really? That's okay. I should also say thank you for the compliment." I made a toothy smirk at him, "I have to tell you, the style will also evolve-obviously, the current style is In such an evolutionary process, it is going from devious to direct, and this change is what you expected before."

"My parents and I mean to let you speak directly in terms of language, instead of omitting the steps of peaceful communication and directly violently suppressing it!" He widened his eyes, and his expression was almost accusing, as if I was What a betrayal, and his outstretched hands make him look pure and innocent.

——No, you’d better not make that expression—it’s obviously because of you that I accidentally fell in the pile of leaves.

And this body language is obviously the one taught by the Righteous People to make excuses, right?I knew that whenever I started a peaceful exchange with you, you would use all kinds of weird words to twist my mind into a ball of yarn!

When did you become so practical?

He and I stared at each other, but it was obvious that Dongming was always better than me in this boring game where the outcome depended on who had a thicker skin.

"Take your shower." I looked bad, and while he was not paying attention, I reached out and turned on the switch of the shower head facing his face.

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I mentioned before that those ginkgo fruits that are ripe and even showing signs of rot smell like stinky socks that haven't been washed in half a month. The smell is not very strong, but... emmmmm... the victory lies in the persistence, which will give people the illusion of being endless.

Fresh ginkgo fruit: We don't want to carry this flavorful pot.

I took a sip of the sweet red bean soup in the black porcelain teacup - the unique sweetness of red beans and the slight astringency of matcha were mixed into the warm water, and occasionally the boiled red bean paste was skipped , they wiped amazing sparks between the lips and teeth, and finally slipped into the throat——

This is simply the gentlest drink in the world.

After taking a bath, I felt inexplicably happy. I raised my hand to refill Dongming's empty cup with sweet soup and pushed it to his hand. Then I sat obediently on the spot, watching him Peel the ginkgo fruit for me—at this time, Dongming really looks like the kind of extremely reliable and conscientious brother I imagined.

This actually doesn't sound like much.It’s just peeling the ginkgo. You only need to remove the thin milky white shell first, and then take out the core inside the pulp. I believe that any primate with hands can handle it. Generally speaking, there is no need to find others to do it for you—— Unless, of course, you're like me, a weirdo obsessed with something weird -- and yes, that's me.

Unless necessary, never let your hands touch anything that feels bad to the touch, such as dishes that make your hands greasy, or sugary substances that make your hands sticky.

Does it look like a tortoiseshell?Oh, there is no need to hide it, because even I feel that I have the potential to become a hairy boy, but one thing I can guarantee is that in the future, I will never be so hairy as Mr. Huozhao who only used a few words in his travel notes. The second Hokage of Konoha Ninja Village (should still be him) outlined by the pen is the level of Senshou Tomona.Dongming once questioned my stupidity, but in the past five years, he has long been used to helping me with these things, and now he just habitually scolds me.

"There are only four again. Every time I eat it, I feel that there are very few...but it is poisonous after all." Dongming squinted his eyes and complained half-truthfully, touching the four with his fingertips until they were peeled off. The extremely white ginkgo turned half a circle, and then entered the state of drama in a second:

"Hey, my lord, we are still adhering to the old rules, you first inspect the goods yourself?"

"Hmph, let's just skip the inspection, shopkeeper. What kind of friendship is there between us, isn't it?" I raised one corner of my lips and smiled charmingly, "This old saying is good, 'clothes are not as good as new , people are not as good as old', we are brothers, we have been friends for almost five years, I believe you."

"Hey, don't tell me, I really like a cheerful person like you!"

"..."

After a bit of wrangling, the ginkgo fruit will be gone after eating, and it doesn't matter anymore.And the two of us finally had enough of playing around, and in the end we didn't know who scratched whose nose bridge first or who scratched whose itchy meat first... In short, the result was that we rolled into a ball on the tatami mat.

Dongming lay down on the tatami with a wheeze, and I lay my pillow on Dongming's calf. After being silent for a while to calm my breathing, I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I don't know who said that... Hmph, you really still read that book."

"Ah, when I was feeding Haruno that day, I picked it up and took a look... I have to admit, the way those characters speak is really interesting. I remember you said that it was brought back by Dad from another country, right? "Dong Ming laughed, "It reads like a...emmmm...adult? It seems a bit strange to say so, and it's not quite accurate." He raised his hand to pin the broken hair that fell on his cheek, "It's just very emotional... ...yes, feeling."

I snorted softly: "Hey, I don't know who was the one who told me 'reading is boring'."

Dong Ming pretended to be stupid and rubbed his head back and forth on the tatami, which made his long hair more and more messy, and his long or short hair was lifted up under the influence of static electricity, looking like a fluffy bird Wo, I happened to be a little tired from the trouble just now, so I lay there obediently, waiting for Zhizi to inform us that she had prepared dinner.

"It's the smell of pork chop rice." Dongming suddenly raised his upper body and flapped his nose a few times, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"It smells so good." He praised sincerely.

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I flicked my hair vigorously at the bathroom door, which gave me a strange sense of déjà vu, because the action was like a memory of a loved family funeral.

But who made my hair grow long, and the nearest barbershop is a kilometer away at the foot of the mountain?

about there.I pulled my hair a few times at any time, thinking that as long as it didn't get tied up, it would be dry soon.Speaking of which, the genetic basis of hair this time is really good, very thick, and there are no other shortcomings except that it is a little curly and difficult to comb. At least there is no need to worry about the problem of hair loss.

"The hairstyle is very handsome, I like you."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of "pop", I looked up and saw Dongming smiling teasingly at me with the gesture of snapping his fingers just now - the reason why I can judge that it was a teasing smile is entirely Because I am so familiar with his facial expressions, even to the point where I can tell whether he is crying or laughing from a face covered by three-quarters of the area covered by messy hair.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a towel from the basket by my feet with a few fingers and threw it over, then smiled meaningfully: "It's unbelievable, you can still see me, it's hard for you gone."

The towel thrown by me was spinning in the air, and from a distance it might look like a two-person fight.The disheveled hair obviously restricted Dongming's vision, so the rotating towel precisely covered the top of his head.

I squeezed his shirt: "Your clothes are all wet, and it's cold now, I strongly recommend that you dry your hair and stop making trouble—unless you're going to give yourself a vacation in the name of being sick." .”

"Hey!" he uttered a weak syllable in protest, and muttered again: "Of course I know to dry my hair - I told you that before. I just wanted to look in the mirror . . . I was a little curious when What it would look like when I piled all my hair on top of my head."

"You don't want to know." I patted him on the shoulder.

It's getting colder, and I don't like cold weather—cooling the humid air?Shit, that feels like living in an ice cube, an armor-piercing attack from the cold air, before I master chakra, I want to wrap myself into a ball every day... This anti-human climate is killing me.

Fortunately, Yiren's physical training is really useful. At least Dongming can wear short sleeves casually when the temperature drops to single digits... I'm only a little worse than him.

Dongming and I made a winter training plan in advance. Yiren and Zhizi will bring back more food and fuel than usual when they go down the mountain—I even saw fresh vegetables being neatly selected and put into the refrigerator. Zhizi said that it was in preparation for the hot pot in a few days.

Like a bear preparing to hibernate, everything seems to be well-organized.

So it never occurred to us that faults would happen to righteous people.

He fell ill after another nocturnal return that no one knew about, and the Anning River that soaked his whole body even formed mottled hoarfrost in the low temperature of the early morning.