【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

Hot water flowed down from the top of the wooden barrel, and Neji sat inside, feeling the first warmth in two years. He saw large and small wounds on his body, and there was a dull pain in the joints. As soon as Rizu came back, he sent a medical ninja to check his physical condition. The result was obvious, which could be seen from Rizu's relieved expression. What Rizu needs is an ordinary or even weak nephew to love him, so as to relieve his guilt for his younger brother and the split family, consolidate his position in the split family, and ease the conflicts among clan divisions. The previous Neji was too sharp and had the trouble of becoming a threat.

Although Neji also has something to hide, with his current strength, it is not difficult to hide the corpse veins and a large amount of increased chakra. Unless it is Hizu who has opened his eyes, Neji is sure not to be discovered.

Furthermore, when he defeated the assassin before, he showed the same level of abilities as himself two years ago, and Nizu had always known that.

He slowly dried his body, but the wind leaking from the window could make Neji shiver. The most obvious sign of his physical decline was the chills. Despite soaking in hot water for a long time, Neji still felt that his body could not warm up.

But the physical problem is not a hindrance, but it helps the Zong family relax their vigilance. Furthermore, Neji can now rely on chakra to escape from the physical limitations. According to Byakugan's observation, not everyone can use chakra in this way, at least not those in the Hyuga family. This small advantage made Neji a little happy. He unconsciously curled his lips and tied the yukata belt.

This house still looks familiar. Mr. Suan has taken care of it in an orderly manner. Even his room is spotless and the furnishings are as old as before. The abandoned pool is planted with lotus flowers. Before the flower season, there are a few lotus leaves floating in the air, full of vitality. And cute.

Neji lay on his back on the quilt, with his long dark hair spread on the pillow, and a long cotton gown covering his body. He smelled the smell of detergent and looked at the long-lost ceiling. Neji thought of the hundreds of pairs of white pairs when he met with the people of the separation family in the afternoon. Eyes, those hundreds of green caged birds.

Blood is thicker than water. He felt firsthand that this was his family, and the pure care in those white eyes was the concern of the elders for the younger ones. He was not only Neji from a separate family, but also a relative of so many people. It feels good to be looked at with kindness by others, especially those from different families who share the same situation. The unabashed beauty and expectations in their eyes all stir up Neji's heart.

Freedom, caged bird. The fate of separation is an end that cannot be violated.

"Our destiny..." Neji couldn't help but think of Miss Hinata, a girl as clean, beautiful and fragile as a glass doll. She always looked at him with completely harmless eyes.

Neji knew that the object of his hatred should not be Hinata, but when he thought about who his father died for and why Miss Hinata could accept all this with peace of mind, his emotions began to get out of control.

Two years ago, he couldn't see his own heart clearly and always spoke coldly and harshly to Hinata. But when Hinata's face overlapped with that of Jin who died among the camellias, Neji could see his own heart clearly.

He didn't want Hinata to die. Hinata was his cousin no matter what.

What Neji hates is the clan, the clan head, and the eldest daughter of the clan, not the awkward uncle who wants to win back his younger brother and get closer to his nephew, but the introverted but cute and kind cousin.

They are members of the clan, but they are also relatives. Of course, that bastard elder doesn't count. It's a legend among him that blood is thicker than water. Since the other person doesn't intend to be a human being, why should he treat him as a human being?

The more Neji thought about it, the angrier he became, so he simply turned off the lights and planned to sleep. Who would have thought that when darkness hit, there was no longer the familiar bright moon above his head, and those memories that should have been swallowed up by time came one after another, reappearing in Neji's mind like a movie, sixteen minutes of light and shadow, mother The yellowed edges, the dead figure of the father, the burnt house, and the girl lying among the camellias.

asphyxia. It was as if an invisible hand was holding his throat, making it impossible for Neji to breathe. He didn't know how many times he woke up from a nightmare. Neji didn't even have a clear consciousness. His body was covered with cold sweat, and his arms were tingling. Even his fingers were twitching unconsciously. Neji opened the partition with force like a man in hell grabbing a spider's thread. The bright moon illuminated his world again, and along with the evening breeze of winter, swept away the suffocation and oppression just now. He lay down on the quilt groggily and closed his eyes.

The next day, what Master Sui saw was the young master who had caught a cold and was in a state of confusion on the first night after returning home. I still had a low fever when I came back. Why has it turned into a high fever now? But looking at the open partition, Mr. Suan twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, but he smiled inadvertently.

The lost and found young master looks like a child no matter what.

Seeing the child with half-open eyes unable to see clearly his movements, huddled up in his outer coat, Mr. Suan maintained his usual behavior and put down the delicious soup in his hand, but quietly stuffed a small packet of candied fruit underneath and said nothing. Walk out of the room.

Neji smelled the smell of the medicinal soup and was so intoxicated that he woke up. Just as he was hesitating whether to drink it, the sound of visitors came from the door. Normally Neji would open his eyes to see who was coming to prepare, but today he didn't even turn over, staring straight at the small fountain in the center of the courtyard, watching the bamboo tube rise and fall. The feeling of having a high fever was indeed unpleasant. The fatigue and weakness flowed from his bones and eyes, and the pain in his temples was not willing to let him go for a moment.

I have had high fever before, but it was never this uncomfortable.

Hinata Neji missed his once strong body.

It was Hinata who came, and was led into the room by Mr. Suan. The little girl let Mr. Sui rest, and she knelt down timidly in front of the door, her two index fingers touching each other, and said nothing.

Neji then sat up with his arms propped up, his white skin that was rarely exposed to light showing a sickly red color. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the itching in his throat. He covered his mouth and turned his head to the side away from Hinata, coughed twice, and had to drink the warm water prepared by the pillow. Better.

"Miss Hinata." He bowed his head to the girl as a salute. "Please go back and be careful to get over your illness."

The boy's eyes were red due to the high fever, and there was still moisture on them that he was not aware of. In Hinata's memory, Ningji's brother has always been strong and cold, and he was even more angry with himself. But this brother who was finally found looks like this now, without the edge of those days, he actually looks so fragile. That sentence of expulsion was heard by Hinata and she was concerned. Although she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't hide it from Hinata's eyes.

She felt that this Ningci brother was a little different from before, but he was still her Ningci brother, whether it was what she saw with her eyes or felt in her soul, and it seemed that the distance between her and Ningci brother was not as far away as before. Hinata's face turned slightly red and she smiled.

"Brother Neji... so gentle..."

Regardless of Neji's stop, she ran to her brother's side with two little legs, helped the boy lie down, and prepared a cold towel for Neji.

Neji said something sarcastic about what the eldest lady was saying, but he still blushed unconsciously. People who are sick always find it difficult to control the expression of their emotions. He wanted to dodge, but he could only hold back one sentence.

"Miss Hinata, this is not...appropriate."

But Hinata retracted again, but still raised her head and covered Neci's forehead with a towel: "But I am Neci's brother's sister."

Neji's absence was long enough for a somewhat cowardly girl to grow up.