Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Hashirama's mansion.

As soon as he got home, Hashirama ignored his exhaustion and hurriedly gave Mito the gift he bought for her and asked for praise.

"Praise me, praise me. Has my vision in choosing gifts improved this time?"

Swallowing all the words scolding him, Mito opened the gift box with doubts. It was a pair of red glass earrings, which were quite exquisitely made.

She sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the earrings hanging on her shoulders. As her head moved, the earrings swayed slightly. The light shone on them, making them shine and shine, making her look even better.

"When I first saw it, I thought it matched you very well. It's the same color as your hair."

"..."

"Very beautiful red..."

Hashirama was holding Mito's shoulders behind her. Mito looked at the mirror. Hashirama's smile in the mirror was warm and bright, with love flowing in his eyes.

Seeing Hashirama like this, Mito's expression gradually became gentle, and he held Hashirama's hand on his shoulder. Because they had been separated for nearly a month, their longing turned into resentment, and the resentment gave birth to complaints. Now, , this complaint was not worth mentioning in front of Hashirama's mind, it was crushed and swept away.

He came back safely, and everyone came back safely, which is better than anything else.

Moreover, even when he was playing wildly outside, he was still thinking about her. Feeling his lover's love could instantly soothe the wrinkles in his heart. Mito found that he was actually very easy to coax.

Pinning a fan-shaped hairpin on Mito's head, Hashirama proudly told Mito: "I won the crystal stone above after losing many times. I'm very lucky. I made two pendants from this good fortune to wear around my neck, and made the rest into a hairpin for you, take a look."

In the mirror, Hashirama pulled the pendant around his neck out of his kimono. It was a small long strip, green in color, full of life, the color of trees and leaves.

only……

"Didn't you say two? Why is there only one here?"

"Ah," Hashirama scratched the back of his head and laughed, "I gave the other one to Madara. I want to share some of my good luck with him."

Mito looked at Hashirama as if he were a fool, with undisguised disgust on his face, but Hashirama was used to it.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"With your gambling luck, are you sure the one you gave him is good luck?"

Uh...(⊙o⊙)

Hashirama suddenly realized, but all the gifts were given away.

"However, you two are half-weighted and neither of you is very smart. Don't dislike the other. One dares to give and the other dares to accept."

Hashirama looked at the hairpin that was still on Mito's head, and suddenly he was afraid that his wife would throw this gift into the trash can.

As if he had read Hashirama's thoughts, Mito raised his eyebrows and smiled. He took off the hairpin very preciously and carefully placed it in the drawer under the dressing table in the blink of an eye. When it comes to gifts given to her, she is usually afraid of knocking them, losing them, and being reluctant to wear them, so she will treasure them carefully and then take them out to look at from time to time.

"There is nothing more unlucky than marrying a fool like you, so I'm not afraid."

These words were said with a smile. Mito's smile was very gentle and beautiful. Looking at such a smile, Hashirama laughed again and looked at Mito with burning eyes. He knew that what Mito said was ironic.

The long-term tacit understanding allowed him to understand her tone of voice, every movement and expression, and becoming familiar with each other was like being familiar with his own left and right hands.

Hashirama pulled Mito up from the stool, and then hugged her into his arms. Mito was a little shy, but she let him hold her. It wasn't until a few minutes later that she finally noticed something strange and frowned. stand up.

"I said...what are you doing?"

His hands kept moving on his lower back. What was he doing?

Hashirama was also very depressed. How on earth did he wear the waist chain? From this angle, the hidden buckle was not visible at all, and he couldn't put it on even after a lot of effort.

"Ah, this is a gift, the third gift, haha." He continued to work hard while dealing with her.

Well, after a lot of hard work, he finally buttoned it up, and he was sweating profusely.

Before Hashirama could rejoice for a few more seconds, Mito, who sensed something was wrong, pushed him away. She didn't control her strength well, and the unsuspecting Hashirama was pushed several meters away by her.

His fingers were still hooked on the waist chain. This sudden "accident" directly led to the death of the waist chain before it was released, making Hashirama burst into tears.

The tassel was very slippery, and after being torn off abruptly, it slipped along Hashirama's fingers and fell to the ground, where it never moved again.

Mito looked at the long tassel on the ground in bewilderment, and suddenly understood what it was. He stumbled and said: "It's really the third gift. I thought you were playing tricks on me..."

Hashirama was about to cry but had no tears. He had even thought of a plan, but the result was this?

"You can't blame me. You always like to make pranks. This is a normal reaction. You can't blame me if it goes bad!"

Hashirama picked up the waist chain on the ground. Now, it could no longer be used as a waist chain. He looked at it for a long time and suddenly had a new idea.

This thing would look good if tied to the wrist, right?

The plot in Kagura's painting book came to mind.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Mito's wrist, but at the same time, Mito also looked at Hashirama's wrist...

Haha, a farewell is better than a wedding. It is destined to be an extraordinary night. As for whose wrist this chain will be tied to in the end, it is hard to say.

In the Uchiha clan, knowing that Madara would come back, Izuna prepared the ingredients in advance and cooked a hot pot with little technical content. The bottom of the pot was soy sauce chicken soup sent by Chinese cuisine. The ingredients were also sent by others. If Izumi said What Nai did was probably put these things on the table, then simmer chicken soup over low heat and wait for his brother to come back.

From the afternoon until the evening, bowl after bowl of water was added. Just when Izuna felt that Madara would not come back and there was almost no water left at home, Madara finally arrived belatedly.

A thin layer of snow fell on the body, making the tall figure even more indifferent.

Joruri lay on the door frame and watched Madara walking from the yard to the house step by step. He couldn't help but complain to Izuna, "Madara-sama has turned into a snowman~"

Quan Nai flicked her on the back of the head, and Quan Nai taught her with a smile: "Don't talk about Nissan like that!"

Jing Liuli curled her lips, her uncle was not afraid of anything, he was just afraid of his brother.

The entrance door is open, the light in the room shines through, and snowflakes fall from the sky, like an elf falling into the mortal world.

At the door, two people, one large and one small, were standing there waiting for him. Madara couldn't help but smile. The fatigue from the long journey and the severe cold of the wind and snow all disappeared at the moment when he saw his relatives. This picture was like a dream. reality.

Madara slowed down his pace, fearing that the dream would be awakened by his own footsteps.

Izuna looked at Madara and smiled happily. He waved his arms at him and called him: "Nissan!"

The little one next to him looked at Izuna and waved like him, with a sweet smile on his innocent face, "Madara-sama, welcome home~"

"Nissan, welcome home~"

Madara's eyes flashed, and his face was like a spring breeze. He dusted off the snowflakes on his body and walked quickly towards the two of them, the smile on his lips getting stronger.

A door closed Feng Xue behind him. The red charcoal fire inside the house was churning with steaming and fragrant chicken soup. Next to him was his younger brother and the little one. Madara patted Izuna on the shoulder with one hand and rubbed Joruri's head with the other. , deliberately messing up her hair like a prank.

Joruri protected her head in protest, but she saw Madara's happy smile. The child was stunned. This was the first time she had seen Madara smile so happily, revealing his white and neat teeth and eyes. He also smiled like a crescent moon.

It turns out that Madara-sama also laughs like this.

"Izuna, Joruri, I'm back."

The smiling Madara is extremely gentle.

They all know that this winter is almost over and spring is not far away.

There is nothing more relaxing and enjoyable than being with family. Joruri took Madara to sit at the dining table, muttering as he walked: "Joruri will starve to death if Madara doesn't come back."

"That's because you didn't eat lunch!"

Madara looked at Joruri and asked her, "Why don't you have lunch?"

Jing Liuli pursed her lips and said nothing, but Quan Na ruthlessly exposed her: "Humph, because I want to watch big brother training."

spot:? ? ?

Jing Liuli said stubbornly, "I'm going to steal my master. Do you understand that I'm stealing from my master?"

"So what did you learn?"

"..."

I didn’t learn anything, I just looked at my face.

"You're obviously here to see someone." When she thought of this, Quan Nai became angry. She didn't even want to eat the chicken legs. This little brat was as big as a brat, and he couldn't stop him even if he had to be a cabbage with legs. Run into other people's fields.

"No, I just don't have a knife!"

Madara was confused when he heard this, but Izuna and Joruri were noisy, the soup was gurgling, and the aroma of food could be smelled in his nose. Such human fireworks unexpectedly made him feel happy.

One thought is eternal.

Let it stay like this. If God can hear his wish, he must know that he wants to keep this moment forever.