【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

The months passed quickly, and occasionally letters from my father visited this lifeless house. This was the old residence of the clan before it was relocated, and it was also the last bit of mercy shown to his father by the previous clan leader.

Each Japanese-style room tells the story of time, and the creaking sound of the floor intertwines with the melody of time. In such a large residence, only one or two rooms are in use, and the residents are only the young master and the elderly housekeeper.

Suye was his father's servant when he was in the clan. When Hizu succeeded the clan leader, he resolutely left the Hyuga family. However, because Neji lost his mother when he was young, and his father was busy with official duties, he began to serve the Hyuga family again. He doesn't talk much. The old man in his sixties always cleans up quietly, puts the food on the table, and then goes back to his room.

When Ningci was practicing in the courtyard, Suye would not ask him to have a meal, he would just do everything and then leave.

By the time a child comes to his senses and realizes that his body needs to eat, the food is often already cold. After using the cold rice, clear the table, clean the used tableware, and put them where they should be.

On the careful note on one side, the boy's childish but serious words were written: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Suye and Ningji don't meet often, and even if they do, it's just a polite greeting. The master has never even looked directly at the young master.

He didn't dare. He was invited here by that adult. He could not show any loyalty or affection to the young master. He also had his daughter and lovely grandson. It would not be a good thing to offend the Hyuga elders here.

Master Suan does have a good impression of this young master, with his cute appearance, hard-working character, and never-ending notes... But even so, a servant has no right to interfere with what the elder does, and all he can do is It's just about draining the moisture out of the warehouse and getting rid of the rat smell: clean it every day.

Tomorrow will be the birthday of the eldest daughter of the Cong family. Mr. Hizashi will take the young master to the Cong family. When he comes back... I don't dare to think about it anymore. Through the window, he saw the little figure practicing in the courtyard, feeling full of bitterness. He was dissatisfied with the decay of today's family, but he succumbed to the power of decay. The contrast between reality and ideals made him close his eyes, unable to look forward.

"Is this also Master Cheng's plan?"

The next day, a postman carrying a parcel broke the silence of the mansion. The boy came from the hospital wearing wooden clogs and bandages. The sweat on his body was only hastily wiped away by the towel around his neck, and there were still a few traces of stains on his face.

"Here's your..." letter.

The postman was hugged hard by the boy who shot him like a bullet. The letter in his hand fell to the side. He didn't pick it up, but just hugged Neji back.

"Father!"

"I'm back. Happy birthday, Neji."

The father who planned to give his son a surprise dressed up as a postman, but was immediately discovered. Although the birthday congratulations were three months late and the promises were nowhere to be found, the child was still pleasantly surprised.

The big hand held the little hand, and in a short while, the little cultivator-mad son was taken care of.

The combed back hair reveals a fair and plump forehead, and the long black hair hangs down to the navy blue sash of the white kimono, and can be lifted up by just a gentle breeze.

Obviously no one came to see him off, but before leaving, Neji still whispered: "I'm going out."

His father touched Neji's head and replied jokingly, "Have a nice trip." But thinking about what was going to happen next, he felt an overwhelming sense of depression. "Let's go."

The entire journey was speechless.

Neji was not the talkative type. Although he wanted to talk to his father, he noticed that he was in a low mood and stopped talking. But Hizashi's heart was filled with another thing.

The Zong family's mansion was right in front of him, but his father hesitated at the door. An attendant came out of the house and respectfully brought the two of them into the house. His father held Ningji's hand tighter and tighter. Neji looked at his father with some confusion, but the other party just walked forward with a solemn expression.

In the house, a man with the same appearance as his father walked out of the inner room and sat quietly on the left side. Next to him was the charming and charming lady, and his daughter who was shy and hiding behind Rizu.

Hizashi led Neji to sit down. The boy sat next to his father and secretly glanced at the legendary eldest daughter of the clan.

She is a girl as pure and lovely as an opal. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her big white eyes observed everything clearly. It was such a beautiful scene, but something in the eldest sister's eyes made Neji breathless. It's like being stuck in a quagmire. The harder you struggle, the deeper you sink. Every inch of his skin was on fire. He was a proud man. No matter what happened, he had the courage to stand tall and face it. But at this moment, he could not look into those big milky white eyes, and there was a ringing in his ears. There was a loud sound, and everything around him became blurry. He is not jealous, but sad about the distance between ideal and reality.

What is that cracking sound?

At this time, his father spoke. It was a familiar voice, but it felt strange to Neji, as if he was separated by a thin layer of paper.

"Hinata is one year younger than Neji. As an older brother, you should take good care of Miss Hinata!"

The father squeezed little Neji's cold hand and rescued him from the chaos. "I understand, father, don't worry." Neji did not hate this eldest lady of the Zong family who showed "ignorance of the world" all over her body. She was as fragile as glass and needed protection. Or, getting close to beautiful things is a little purification of the ugly self, just like the all-white clothes in the closet.

The girl weakly put her head out, closed and opened her upper and lower lips, and then bit her lower lip gently, "Brother Ningci..." She said hello to Neji, then blushed and retreated behind Hizu.

The patriarch just nodded, and an old man slowly walked out from behind the screen, and sat on the right seat supported by an old woman.

"Father." This was Rizu.

"Grandpa..." This is Hinata.

"Sir Makoto." This is Hizashi and his son.

Others in the room also bowed to show their respect.

After a while of pleasantries, Hizashi asked Neji to compete with Hinata. Hizashi hesitated for a while, but still agreed.

Hinata's boxing skills are indeed inferior to Neji's. Weak and indecisive, this is not what a ninja should show, let alone the next clan leader. On the other hand, Ningji is so good that people have to keep their eyes open, with his fierce boxing style and ruthless thinking. Although he is still young, his unique insights into boxing can still be seen. Contrary to the rumors that the Byakugan cannot be turned on, it is the long-lasting and stable chakra output and the skillful use of the Byakugan. Looking at Miss Hinata on the side, the other person frowned at this contrast.

Such talent would definitely not be a good thing if it were placed in a separate family. Thinking of his son's buried talent, the doctor who was bribed that day, what the elders did day and night, and then seeing what the eldest daughter of the Zong family showed at this time, the murderous aura around him became uncontrollable.

Hizashi just recited a few spells, and Hizashi covered his head, with a hideous face, sweating profusely, pale face, and shouted hysterically. The cyan spell on his forehead is particularly bright.

Hizu pulled Hinata up and didn't say anything else. He just looked back at Hizashi who was complaining on the floor, opened the partition and left.

Neji, who had his eyes open, looked at his panting father. But what caught his eye was his father, wearing clan robes and lying unconscious on the ground.

The surrounding black shadows were getting farther and farther, and my father was lying alone in a pool of blood. There was a big hole in his back, surrounded by burnt marks. The spell on his forehead gradually faded, but his tired eyes refused to close. superior.