[Ning Chu] The troubles of the two young masters

Ku Wu, holding the yellowed photo of Class [-] carefully in his hands, giggling.

Hinata even found that, as the head daughter of the Hyuga clan, her Baguazhang and Soft Fist techniques have regressed in a mess.She began to miss the days when Ning Ci accompanied her to practice day by day, the golden monastery reflected in the evening, the sweat on her forehead, the satisfaction that was almost overflowing in her heart, and the refreshing cup of tea after the practice. weak tea.

She has become selfish.She suddenly wanted to live for herself too, wanted to cut through the ferocious minions with the edge of her palm...

Hinata sighed, remembering the excitement she felt when she received the long-awaited task letter a few days ago, it was the tension and pride she was familiar with when she was a teenager.And Ning Ci just glanced at it, and the impressive "A grade" on it resolutely killed her good mood of eagerness to try.

She really isn't that weak.Hinata thought resentfully, developing a trace of self-pity similar to when she was a teenager.

After thinking about it, he became more annoyed, and simply quickened his pace towards the kitchen, intending to wash the dishes and chopsticks that he had just cleaned up, so that the smell of detergent would wake up the sticky unhappiness in his mind.A little sadly thinking, maybe I am just suitable for such a "task"——

But he found that the cleaned dishes and chopsticks were neatly piled up on the side, and even the sink was wiped clean as new, which reflected Hinata's surprised expression coolly.

What a "cheesy" trick.

But why do you eat this way?

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Carefully put the bento box into the school bag, and even watch the tableware for a while to wipe off the dust.

Hinata smiled bitterly, who exactly does he look like?

The little boy said softly "I'm going to school", then threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, pushed the desk and chair back to their original positions, and then walked to the entrance, and moved the changed shoes neatly aside, like a straight line.

Hinata followed out quite worried, but she didn't look relieved at all when she saw her youngest son's agile figure. "Is it true that you don't need your mother to accompany you?" She said, after looking around, she didn't seem to find anything wrong.

"No need." He turned his head and smiled, full of childishness.

Hinata nodded as if thinking of something, and squatted down with some relief: "Hey, Dad just rests today, let him take you there, okay?"

The child immediately restrained his innocence and childishness, and put on a vigilant and suspicious face, very much like someone: "...No, don't."

She didn't seem to hear the child's slightly repulsive refusal, and looked into the back room: "Brother Ning Ci?" The sound of flipping newspapers leisurely in the room stopped, as if hesitating for a reply.After a few moments of silence, there was the slow sound of tables and chairs moving on the ground, followed by the sound of powerful footsteps getting closer, each step was clear and terrifying.

Hyuga Yao raised his head imperceptibly, with a posture of war readiness.

At this time, his footsteps could be heard clearly.He thought to himself, despising himself fiercely.

Ning Ci looked down at the little one in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then squatted down again, his eyes met: "Yao, let's go."

"...Yes, sir." He replied without any resistance, but his small body seemed a little nervous.

Children will inadvertently reveal their views on their elders and their intimate relationship with them.Hyuga Yao could call his mother "Mom" affectionately, with a sweet smile, as if he was under some kind of coercion in front of his father, and the words became a respectful "Father".Neiji Hyuga didn't seem to notice the difference, and he never commented on it.

The father and son walking on the street in the early morning are as silent as the quiet surroundings.Even in spring, Konoha is not a fast-paced village. Villagers appear on the streets in twos and threes, dragging their weary pace to work.

Neither of them spoke a word, and the one big and one small figures who were used to getting up early walked forward one fast and one slowly, and only heard the messy sound between the steps, which was very clear.

Ningji Hyuga felt a rare embarrassment.He looked down at his son, feeling a little taller than he remembered.The boy's hair color was very similar to his own, pure black, tied into a small ponytail.Yao's character is meticulous, but there will always be fragments of hair mischievously falling from the hair bundle to his forehead, moving lightly with his footsteps, very much like his mother.

He couldn't remember the last time he was really alone with his son.Anbu is busy with affairs, and this kid is not as clingy to his parents like other kids. He answers questions but rarely takes the initiative.On weekdays, he treats Hinata well, with the appearance of a child, but when he is in front of him, he is full of stubbornness. He changes his honorific name and looks cautious, but his eyes reveal the cunning of going his own way.

Are today's children so individual?Ningji Hinata thought helplessly.

He looked at his son's ponytail and cleared his throat. After all, he was determined to break the silence between father and son: "...Yao, recently... is the school okay?" Let the tone be softer, less cold and serious.

All his life, he only spoke to the two of them with trepidation, choosing his words carefully, like a small animal that would disturb the vigilance if he made a loud noise.

One is the former Hinata Hinata, his wife.

One is the little boy in front of him, his son.

There is no similarity between the mother and son, but they undoubtedly occupy the most important position in his life.Ningji Hyuga was a little ashamed, the difficulty of being a husband and father was no less than that of Minister Anbu, who had a lot of affairs.

The little boy seemed a little nervous, but he tried his best to appear calm and composed: "The teacher taught the double body technique and the use of shuriken."

Neiji Hinata thought carefully for a few moments, trying to recall how he felt when he was learning ninjutsu when he was young, but he couldn't remember that he had learned double jutsu and shuriken at all, and he was a little suspicious: Do these also need to be taught?Then he answered vaguely: "Well, the study is going well."

"En." He answered briefly, Neji Hyuga knew that his son was talented, so he didn't ask further. "If you have any problems with the use of ninja tools, you can ask Aunt Tiantian for advice, she is the best at it." This time Yao hesitated for a while, as if trying to recall something: "...but the uncle next to her is so strange, I don't want it."

Ning Ci chuckled, knowing that the "uncle" he was referring to was the hot-blooded monster, and he understood his mood a little bit, and said as if remembering something, "Ah, speaking of it, you and Metal are in the same class, right?" Er is the child of Tiantian and Li, who has inherited his mother's eyebrows (moving heaven and earth) and his father's enthusiasm, with slightly frowned eyebrows, quite heroic.

Yao rarely showed a bit of annoyed expression, frowning: "...Oh, that idiot... Call me 'Hyuga Chacha' every day, making everyone repeat it too, very annoying." Ning Ci raised his eyebrows, a little surprised Looking at him: "'Hyuga Chacha'?" Not understanding the meaning, Yao viciously turned his head away: "Because he doesn't know how to pronounce 'Yao', he makes his own decision..."

Ning Ci chuckled, thinking that the childish words among the children were also interesting. "Yao, do you like your name?" As soon as the words came out, I felt baffled, but still bit the bullet and looked at my son firmly, trying to act like it had nothing to do with me.

The latter turned his head to look at his father without knowing the so-called, a little suspicious, and after thinking for a while, he said: "...It's not bad, after understanding the meaning, I think it's not bad."

Hinata Neji breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

In my memory, this was the first time I sent my child to school.Ning Ci felt a heavy chest, as if he suddenly had the responsibility and pride of being a father.

On weekdays, Hinata takes care of everything at home, and the courtyard is also full of vitality.The dishes, bowls and cups were carefully selected in the most plain designs, and the ones for the children were smaller and cuter. She also looked in a daze as if she wanted a set too.There are many photos of Xiao Yao from birth to the present in the room. From the age of four, the picture is a little adult who doesn't care about others.A few rare group photos were carefully wiped and pressed into the glass frame, and the older ones were hung up with ropes, decorated with some decorative cardboard like homework in a labor class.

His wife was too fit to be a tender mother.Ningji Hyuga was relieved by this, knowing that he didn't like children, he was not good at talking softly to accompany children to dream, and he was not good at trying to figure out the gentle thoughts of children, so he carefully looked at every moment Hinata and Xiaoyao got along with each other.

His Hinata is also a child.After buying cute little shoes and clothes, she was more excited than Yao. She rubbed her fingers over the small patterns on the soft fabric and told you one by one: "Look... little bear, two round ears , the pointy ears are kittens, small—cats—, remember, I saw it when my mother took you for a walk yesterday, meow meow..." She patiently explained to the one-year-old Xiao Yao, and saw him respond slightly Just giggling.Ning Ci leaned over to look at his son, the kid curled his lips and sucked his fingers ungratefully, then chuckled, "Why are you happier than Yao?" Hinata ignored his bad intentions and smiled Teasing the chubby little guy in front of him, he said pleasantly, "Hey, look, he knows Dad."

Ning Ci stared eagerly at the product he participated in creating.He is so small, but he is growing up every day.Ning Ci took a closer look, and suddenly felt that this little man with no brows and eyes opened was really cute: his little nose was trembling slightly, his fingers were pulling at his slightly long sleeves, his cheeks were full of baby fat, follow along What's the matter? The small mouth has become like a puffed up puffer fish.

Ningji Hinata, who was a new father, couldn't hold back his smile, and with complicated emotions, he gently picked up his favorite little boy——

The young master named Hyuga Yao who was born not long ago frowned when his father touched his face, turned his head and let out a "Yi" to express his refusal.

That night, no matter how Hinata comforted her husband, on weekdays