start a prairie fire

He took good care of him, and took good care of him, so after a short week of chaos, his life calmed down again.

Although he was a little ashamed to be taken care of by his seven-year-old son as an adult, generally speaking, Indra was very satisfied.

Life is so unsalty, his work is still so busy, he leaves before dawn every day, and returns home in the middle of the night, and sometimes he comes back smelling of alcohol, even if the father and son are under the same roof I can't even see each other.

He came back very late that day, and the room was dark.He groped to find the bathroom, then threw up in the dark while hugging the toilet.

It took a while for Indra to recover.

Suddenly the light came on, and someone next to him handed him a handkerchief. "I made some soup for dinner today, you can drink it up later."

"Are you still asleep?" Indra was a little surprised.

The child leaned against the door and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What else?"

"Don't sleep so late, be careful that you won't grow taller in the future." Taking the handkerchief, Indra wiped the dirt around his mouth, then took some water to rinse his mouth, then turned on the faucet, and simply washed his hands. Face, people are sober now.

"I drink milk every day, and it is not a problem to grow to 1.8 meters."

"Don't set up the flag casually, boy."

"You'd better take care of yourself first. If you drink like this, you will cut off half of your stomach sooner or later."

"You cursed your father like that?"

"Didn't I learn this from you?"

After some language confrontation, the two fought evenly.

Indra rolled his eyes, "Why do I think you are good at talking these days, Uchiha Madara."

Madara shrugged, and said: "If you also have a natural black deskmate who is good at talking, you will be able to improve your verbal skills."

"Natural black who is good at evasive speech? I always feel that your description is very familiar." Indra's face was buried in the towel, and his voice was a little slurred.He tried hard to recall if he had seen such a person somewhere, but his brain was not very bright after being bombarded by alcohol, and he didn't remember who it was for a long time.

"Maybe it's your little lover outside."

"Why don't you say that I have an illegitimate child, and wait to bring it into the house someday?" Indra has completely given up thinking about what is in the head of a child nowadays, and started to undress after pulling his tie. bath.

Madara was very interested, "If you have an illegitimate child, will you really bring him back? Then watch the two of us start fighting for your family property, and finally you choose a qualified heir and give him all the property. And sweep the other out?"

"Should I complain that you watched TVB again recently, or should I complain that you just want me to have an illegitimate child?"

"I'm just making a hypothesis." Madara scratched the side of her face with her fingers, "If you dare to cheat in marriage, my mother will definitely castrate you."

Indra sighed, and rubbed Madara's head twice, "Okay, go to sleep quickly, don't you have to go to school tomorrow?"

After tidying up the messy hair that Indra rubbed, Madara wrinkled his nose, "Tomorrow is Saturday." He added, "You said you would take me to the playground this Sunday."

"I'm very busy these days..."

"This is the 11th time you have said that." Madara sneered, "Do you know why my mother divorced you? Because you, as her husband, have not fulfilled your responsibilities at all."

"..."

"I don't mind it. After all, I am a man and a man, but my mother is a woman. She treats women differently from men. It is said on TV that women always need to be cared for carefully. As their husbands, You should care for them like you care for mentally handicapped children, give them a good morning kiss every morning, and a good night kiss at night, buy a bouquet of flowers and send them to them from time to time, and it is best to shine when they are staring at their bags and clothes When you are ready to take out the gun, you can raise their happiness index to 80.00%."

"..."

"But my mother is still different from those coquettish sluts. Even if you can't do the above points at all—well, except for the last point—my mother still likes you very much, not only does she not dislike you at all I don’t know how to be romantic, and I prepare small surprises for you every time, and even buy you a few small gifts every time I go shopping, I don’t even get this kind of treatment.”

"..."

"You always say that you are very busy, you are very busy, as if you are the only one busy in the world, there are so many busy people in the world, and I have never seen anyone like you who can't spend an hour with their family on weekends. Madara walked up to him, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but unfortunately due to his height, he could only pat him on the shoulder. Yes, even if you spend only three hours a month talking to your mother, you won’t be single in your 30s.”

"..."

"I've said so much, do you understand?" Seeing Indra staring at him blankly, Madara glared at him dissatisfied.

"I understand, but you should go to bed now." After that, Indra picked up his waist, lifted him up, and then stuffed him back into the bed. You must fall asleep before you come back from the shower, otherwise the arrangement for going to the playground will be postponed."

The child originally wanted to express his dissatisfaction, but after hearing this, he immediately nodded obediently, "Good night, Indra."

Indra kissed him on the forehead, "Good night, Madara."

In the bathroom, while taking a shower, Indra was thinking about what Madara had said.

He knew that Madara was right.

Even if he only spared three hours a month to talk to his wife, he would not have reached this point.

It was he who was sorry for her.

He is not a qualified husband, nor is he a qualified father.

His wife is a very smart and capable person, she is very strong, she has dreams, she has ambitions, and she is capable, but after getting married, she completely gave up her career for him, folded her wings, and became He became a full-time wife and took care of him wholeheartedly.

It's because he doesn't know how to cherish.

Madara is a well-behaved child. He understands his parents' choices, and he never cries to them because of it. He always looks indifferent, but in fact he is a very sensitive and emotional child.

He would secretly save his pocket money and give each other some small gifts in the name of him and his wife.Sometimes it's a small bouquet of flowers, sometimes it's a dainty tiepin.

In fact, both he and his wife knew it, but no one had the heart to expose him.

"This child is so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed." His wife once said to him helplessly, "Sometimes I even think that it would be great if Madara really lost his temper."

"Madara really doesn't look like a child."

The wife shook her head and took out the roses she received in the morning, "As far as acting skills are concerned, it's still unqualified." Then she laughed, "When I saw me holding the flowers, my eyes kept looking at me. , When I said that I was very happy to receive the flowers, his little canine teeth were all grinning."

He also couldn't help laughing and said: "Never mind how big a kid is, he's only seven years old."

"Yes. He is only seven years old, and he is about to face the divorce of his parents."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of him." He slid his wife's hair up to her forehead, "When you come back from abroad, let him accompany you."

The wife sighed, "I'm really worried about leaving Madara to you. After all, I can still vividly remember the scene where you blew up the kitchen."

"...can you stop talking about that?"

"Anyway, I don't care. If I find that Madara is thinner when I come back, I will never end with you."

"it is good."

Turning off the shower head, Indra wiped his wet hair and came out without even wrapping it in a bath towel.

Madara complained about his fault many times, but he didn't get over it. After a long time, Madara didn't bother to talk about him anymore.

He took out his mobile phone from a pile of clothes thrown on the ground, and Indra sent a text message and threw the mobile phone on the ground casually. He didn't care how his asking for leave would make the animals howl, anyway, he couldn't hear it.

He went to the bedroom to see if Madara was asleep, and then took the hair dryer to dry his hair.

His hair hadn't been cut in a while, and the sideburns covered his ears.

The hair dryer was buzzing, and Indra fiddled with his hair while spreading his thoughts.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered that someone rubbed his hair and said to him, "Your hair is so soft, why is it so curled up?"

Who is that person?

It always feels so familiar.

Indra frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't remember who that person was.But he didn't struggle any further, he got into bed after drying his hair, and occasionally heard Madara muttering two words in his sleep.

☆, goodbye ([-])

Indra is a very unreliable person.

in various senses.

From the point that Madara can lose himself just by buying a scoop of ice cream, Indra's unreliability has reached its peak.

Madara pursed his lips, black aura emanated from his body, and the people around were frightened by his aura and detoured.

There are always a lot of people in the playground on weekends. Looking around, it is dark and dense. If you want to find your lost dad in such a crowded place, the difficulty index is at least five stars.

But anyway, Indra is also an adult, no matter how crazy he is, Madara is not worried.Sighing helplessly, Madara just felt tired.With such an unreliable father, I don't know what evil he did in his previous life.

He took out the mobile phone his mother gave him when he was leaving and called Indra, then sat on the wooden bench by the roadside and began to eat the ice cream balls he bought before, holding a Snow White in his other hand. Give him a balloon, pink, in the shape of a bunny.

Just when Madara was getting impatient, the lost Indra finally found him.

"Sorry, Madara, I kept you waiting." Indra was a little embarrassed, and his face was a little embarrassed. After all, Lu Chi is really not something worthy of praise.

Madara ignored him, just folded his hands and sneered.

Indra: "..."

Hitting a soft nail on his son, Indra couldn't help touching his nose, and it happened that it was time for dinner, so Indra changed the subject by using the meal.

Sen の House is a rather strange shop in Konoha City. It is both a coffee house and a bookstore. It also sells flowers, potted plants and other things. Sometimes, it can also be transformed into a restaurant. In short, it is a timely A magical little shop all in one.

Its owner is a handsome man in his 30s. His name is Asura. It sounds like a mysterious religious atmosphere. The feeling is quite gentle, but the essence of it is that the beholder sees benevolence, and the wise see wisdom.

As a man in his 30s, Asura is still single. Many people have asked him, why don't you find someone with such good conditions?

Asura just smiled, probably because the fate is not enough.

How about I introduce some good ones to you?

no.The man politely declined the man's offer.

Soon after, there was a boy with a watermelon head next to the man.The child is called Senshou Zhujian. It is said that he is a child of Ashura’s relatives. He has come to live for a while. The child has a good personality. He smiles at everyone and is especially good at talking. He is especially liked by the neighbor’s grandmother. He will give it when he sees it. Tang, and then just patted his head, treating him like his own grandson.

"I said you, aren't you afraid that you will never find a wife for the rest of your life?" Hashirama lay on the table, looking at the man busy in the kitchen with interest, "I heard that many people regard me as your wife." Oh bastard."

"Really? I thought there was nothing wrong with their eyes." The man cut the vegetables without looking back, "I don't think we look alike at all."

"Well, who knows." Hashirama fiddled with the glass on the table, "Anyway, they just like to gossip. As for the truth behind the matter, who cares?"

"Boring." The man said indifferently, "You gossip with that idle time, why don't you come here and peel the potatoes."

"Hey? Are you sure you want to let me into the kitchen?"

"……forget it."

Just when Hashirama was about to say something again, the bell hanging on the door rang.

"Welcome." Hashirama hurriedly stood up.When he saw the person coming, he couldn't help being taken aback, "Blade?"

Madara was also taken aback, Indra looked down at him, "You know each other?"

Spot nodded, and then introduced to Indra: "Thousand-handed pillars, my classmate."

"And it's the same table." Hashirama added with a smile.

It turns out that this is the natural black who is good at talking.Indra thought.

"Hello, Senju-kun, I'm Madara's father, Otsuki Indra." He introduced himself.

Then there was a bang from the kitchen and something fell to the floor.

The small shop put up a closed sign, and Madara was dragged upstairs by Hashirama, so only the two of them were left.

Asura sat on the chair, looking almost greedily at the man sitting across from him, the undisguised naked eyes made Indra feel uncomfortable all over.

After being silent for a while, Indra finally spoke first, "Long time no see, Asura."

Hearing his name rolling down from the tip of that man's tongue, Asura felt his soul tremble, and he almost used all his strength to restrain his urge to hug this man into his arms.

Ten years, enough for a teenager to grow into a qualified adult.

He lowered his eyelashes, hiding all his emotions, and then greeted the most hypocritically with the most appropriate smile.He heard his own voice, "Long time no see, Indra, I didn't expect to meet you here."

He is lying.He had stayed in this city for Indra's sake.He has been paying attention to Indra silently, and knows everything about Indra, but he pretends to be completely ignorant.

"I didn't think of that either." Indra took a sip of water from the glass in front of him, he still looked a little uncomfortable, "I thought you were still abroad."

"Father died, so I came back." Asura's tone was as flat as a winter breath, as if the father he was talking about was just an irrelevant person.

His indifferent tone startled Indra, but he said nothing. I was more concerned about another matter.

"Father..." In the middle of speaking, he seemed to think of something, and then changed his words, "Mr. Otsuki passed away?"

"Well, that was five years ago. In fact, since you left, his health has not been very good, and he has been lying in the hospital since then." Asura leaned back on the chair, and then pulled out To smoke, he blew out a few smoke rings, and said, "Anyway, it's a good thing that the old man is gone, at least he doesn't have to lie on the bed and wait for time, torturing himself and others, and Uncle Hamura is also busy taking care of him. Been in bed for a while."

Hearing this, Indra couldn't help frowning: "Then..."

Asura interrupted him, "Don't worry, Uncle Yumura is just tired. After recuperating, he's fine now. It won't be a problem to live another ten years or so."

"Oh." Indra finally felt relieved.

He didn't speak, neither did Asura, the room was so quiet that only the sound of the clock could be heard.

They were not silent for long.

Indra suddenly coughed twice, put his fist on his lips, and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter? Are you not used to the smell of smoke?"

Seeing him nodding, Asura quickly pinched his cigarette, then stood up and fanned it with his hands, "How is it? Is there anything better?"

"I'm fine." Indra waved his hand.

"Sorry." Asura said, "Since you don't like cigarettes, I won't smoke in the future." He said, throwing the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket into the trash can.

His movement was too fast, and Indra didn't have time to stop him, so he could only purse his lips, "You are still the same as before."

"I'm not the same as before." Asura retorted, "You too."

"After all we are not children anymore," said Indra. "It has been ten years."

"Yeah, it's been ten years, my father is gone, and you're married and have children." Having said that, Asura paused, and looked at Indra's left hand, a little puzzled, "Why didn't I see you bring the marriage?" ring?"

Indra couldn't help touching his ring finger, the familiar silver ring was gone, "I'm divorced."

"That's it." Although he knew about Indra's divorce a long time ago, he still couldn't help jumping for joy when he learned about it from Indra.

Indra didn't find the same thing about him, "Don't just talk about me, tell me about you."

"What's there to say about me? It's nothing more than learning how to become a businessman and then inherit the old man's property. It's very boring." Asura said, "You won't be interested in those things."

Indra was silent for a while, "I'm not really interested in that, but I don't like us just sitting like this."

Asura couldn't help laughing, "You still go straight."

"Yes, I'm still so annoying." He also knew that his character was not pleasing, but he didn't mean to change it.

"Okay, then let's find something to talk about." Ashura made a gesture of invitation.

Chatting with people has never been Indra's specialty, so he tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he could only continue with the topic they had discussed before, "Are you still alone?"

"Yeah." Asura said, "What? Do you want to introduce me to some partners? Brother."

Asura's "Brother" made Indra a little dazed, and the scenes that had been buried in the depths of his memory were suddenly blown out, and the replay started like a revolving lantern.

He saw the gentle man walking out of the orphanage holding his hand, and told him that he would have a family from now on; he saw a boy who was slightly shorter than him shyly calling him Brother Indra; He saw the man holding him and the boy to take a picture called family portrait... He saw many, many of them smiling in that picture.

Then, the scene shifted to a room where the man was sitting on a chair, looking at him without the kindness in the past, and he heard the man say "Sorry, Indra" to him.

He was kicked out.

The place called "home" was gone.

The family, called father and younger brother, were also missing.

He became a homeless man again.

It wasn't until now that Indra discovered that he still remembered so clearly what he thought he had forgotten, even what clothes he wore that day.

But that's all in the past.

"I'm not your brother anymore," he said.

Asura chuckled, "I know, I didn't want you to be my brother either."

He said, "I want to be your lover."

This small shop has two floors, the downstairs is the storefront, and the upstairs is where Ashura and Hashirama sleep.

Because Asura likes to be quiet, the sound insulation facilities in the house are also quite good, which makes Madara unable to eavesdrop, so he has to sit on the tatami and sulk, but it is impossible for him to go and grab the reason now if he is angry again. Toro asked who the wild man was, so he had no choice but to divert his attention, so he began to look at the room.

The room between the pillars is not too big, but it is enough for him to toss about, so there are many small ornaments on the door and on the wall, some are spaceship models, some are animation posters, and there is a pot of narcissus on the window sill. The green looks very cute.

Hashirama piled his small cakes, yogurt, biscuits and some puffed food on the bed, and then waved his hands proudly, "You can eat these things as you like, and I will treat them as guests."

Madara ignored him, just clutching the balloon sullenly.

"What's wrong with you?" Hashirama was a little worried, "Is there something on your mind?"

"Is that your father?" Madara asked.

"That's not it!" Zhu Jian yelled strangely, "I don't look like Asura at all, okay?"

"Then why do you live together?"

"Because my father is very busy on weekdays, he let me live with Asura. We are relatives." Hashirama explained, "And it's still relatively far away."

"Then how did he know Indra?" Madara was very dissatisfied, "I have met all of Indra's colleagues, and I have never heard him mention the name Asura at all."

It turned out that I was angry with this.Hashirama understood, but, "Madara, do you know that you look like a mother whose daughter has a boyfriend outside but you don't know?"

Madara directly covered his face with a pillow.

"Okay, I was wrong." Hashirama sincerely apologized, "Speaking of which, Madara and your father don't have the same surname."

One's surname is Otsutsuki and the other's surname is Uchiha. If they weren't carved out of the same mold, no one would think that they are father and son.

"I take my mother's surname." Madara explained.

"That's it." Zhu Jian nodded, "It seems that your father loves your mother so much that he is willing to let you take your mother's surname." After all, when married, it is rare for people to let their children take their mother's surname.

Madara just rolled his eyes at the statement that Hashirama had a good relationship with his parents, "They're divorced."

"Huh?" Hashirama was startled, and it took him a while to realize, "Divorce?"

"Yes, divorce." Madara tugged at the string of the balloon a little bored, showing no sign of sadness.

"...Yes, I'm sorry." Hashirama lowered her head, looking very guilty. .

"Why? It's none of your business that they divorced. What are you apologizing for?" Madara couldn't understand Hashirama's depressive look at every turn, "I was the one who divorced my parents, why do you look like my parents divorced?" the one from?"

"But, Madara must be very sad, but I don't know anything..." Hashirama simply felt that he had failed too much, and he didn't even realize that his best friend had encountered such a thing when he got along with Madara day and night.

It's too bad that I couldn't be by Madara's side when he was the saddest.Hashirama became even more depressed, and the black air almost filled the entire room.

As soon as Madara saw him like this, he knew that this person had started to think wildly again, "Oh! I said it's none of your business, why are you still like this?"

"Madara must have cried secretly in the blanket, right?" Thinking of Madara curled up in the blanket and secretly wiping tears, Hashirama's heart was about to break.

"I didn't cry!!"

Just when Madara couldn't help jumping, Hashirama suddenly grabbed Madara's hand.Madara struggled hard but didn't break free, then Hashirama hugged Madara all at once, regardless of whether Madara was still blowing up: "If Madara encounters unhappy things in the future, feel free to come to me! As long as Madara can Be happy, let me do whatever I want!!!”

Hearing this series of words in Hashirama, Madara was completely taken aback, let alone moved.

Hey, hey, big brother, why do you say this like the male lead at eight o'clock stall said to the female lead?Wake up! ! !

☆, Goodbye ([-])

Indra didn't know that his son was held in his arms by a guy of the same sex and was yelled at like a confession, because he was also facing this situation, and the guy of the same sex as him was still coming to confess. of.

If he really wanted to say what he wanted to do most now, it would definitely be to open the window and jump from the window.

He tried his best to calm himself down, and politely refused, "I'm a man."

"So what?" Ashura said, "The law doesn't say same-sex marriages are not allowed."

"I still have a son."

"It just so happens that I lack a son."

"I like women."

"Are you telling me to have a sex change operation?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Indra rubbed his forehead. He had been very ignorant of Asura before, but this time he didn't want to back down. "What I mean is, we don't understand each other at all."

"We used to live together for more than ten years."

"But we have also been separated for ten years."

Ashura stopped talking.

Seeing that he was showing signs of loosening, Indra continued, "Ten years is enough time for us to become strangers, and you also said that it was just 'once', wasn't it?"

"But I just like you!" Asura raised his head and said firmly.He grabbed Indra's hand on the table with great strength, "I have liked you since I was 12 years old, and I have liked you for 20 years."

Indra stood up abruptly, looking at Asura in disbelief.

"Why are you so surprised? I thought I had made it very obvious at the beginning." Ashura looked at his hand that was wrenched away with some regret, and then looked up at Indra, "My heart for you has been the same for ten years day."

"...Sorry, I have to go first."

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Asura's arm, and then pulled him into his arms.

Indra was three years older than Asura, but he was a head shorter than Asura. He leaned against Asura's chest, and Asura could just rest his chin on his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Indra." He heard Asura's voice, and then felt the strength of the arms around him increased a bit, which made him a little hurt.

"You let go!"

"I won't let go!" Asura hugged him even tighter, he buried his head in Indra's neck, sniffing his scent greedily, "Have you thought about me for so many years?"

Indra struggled a few times but couldn't break away, so he had no choice but to let Ashura hold him.

"Why would I want someone who has nothing to do with me?"

"You're lying." Asura bit him on the shoulder, "You must have thought about me."

Indra was about to be laughed at by him, "Mr. Asura Otsutsuki, are you a narcissist? If so, I suggest you not stop taking medicine."

Asura was not annoyed, he pecked Indra lightly on the face, "There is no narcissism, because I am in love with you."

"I'm not interested in playing the eight o'clock file with you." Indra said coldly, "I said it's the last time, let me go!"

Based on Ashura's understanding of Indra, if he doesn't let go, it is estimated that they will have a fight.Ashura is not interested in fighting Indra, he just wants to fight Indra.

"Okay, I'm sorry for making you angry." Asura let go of his hand obediently, "But I won't give up pursuing you."

Indra ignored him, called Madara down and left.

Asura didn't stop them any more, just stood at the door and watched them leave quietly until they could no longer be seen.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Hashirama came over with an apple in his mouth, and looked at him gossipingly, "By the way, how did you know Madara's father?"

Asura didn't answer him, he rubbed his hair and went upstairs, "You should wipe the medicine bar first, your eyes are like pandas."

Hashirama touched the panda eyes that were beaten out by Madara, and then shouted towards the stairs: "Hey, you're not going to open the door today?"

"I won't do it anymore." Asura said, "I won't do it anymore."

Hashirama was startled, "Then what are you going to do?"

Asura stuck out his head and replied, "Chasing my wife!"

On the way back, Indra's expression was not very good. He just drove with his head sullen and didn't say a word. Madara asked suspiciously, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

"Oh." Madara asked again, "How did you know each other?"

"Don't worry about adults' affairs and children." Indra was not in the mood to talk about this now, he looked at his watch, it was almost a little bit soon, "What do you want to eat?"

Madara curled her lips and didn't ask again, "It's fine."

In the end, the two still went to the hot pot restaurant, yes, it was the one that Indra went to before the divorce.

They are regular customers, and they are also familiar with the proprietress here. After rubbing Madara's fried hair, the proprietress said: "What? Mom is not at home today, did you come out to eat with Dad?"

"I divorced Meihui." It was Indra who spoke.Mie is Madara's mother's name.

The proprietress froze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After choosing the dishes, Indra closed the menu and handed it over, saying: "The rest are just as usual."

"Hey, okay, okay." The proprietress left in a hurry.

Madara sat on the stool a little uncomfortable, "Why are you talking to people?"

"Is my divorce shameful?" Indra said in a bad tone.

Madara is not a person who can endure, she stared round her eyes, "Why are you so angry?"

"Sorry." Rubbing the faintly painful forehead, Indra apologized to Madara, "It's my fault."

"You're not quite right today." Madara leaned over and touched his forehead with his hand, "Is it because you feel unwell? Well, it's not like you have a fever. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No." Indra turned his head away, "I'm in good health."

"You don't stay at home all day long, and you often drink heavily, how will your health be better?" Madara was still a little worried, "Why don't we go to the hospital in a while, anyway, it's not very far away, and then let the doctor give it to you. You do a body check..."

"I'm really fine."

Seeing Madara's expression of "go to the hospital now if you don't explain clearly", Indra had no choice but to tell the truth, "I just met an old acquaintance and said something."

"You have a bad relationship"

"……Why do you say that?"

Madara rolled her eyes, "If you have a good relationship, can you make that expression?"

"What expression do we have?"

"You look like you have seen a ghost, that Asura looks at you as if you are looking at a Jinhua ham." Madara said after thinking about it.

What kind of weird description is this?Indra grumbled silently.

At this moment, the mandarin duck pot and dishes they ordered arrived.Madara and Indra's tastes are always sweet, but occasionally they also eat spicy food. Although both of them are the kind of people who cry when they eat spicy food, they still insist on eating spicy food when they eat hot pot.

After igniting the fire, the proprietress hurriedly left without saying anything this time, leaving only the two of them staring at each other waiting for the pot to boil.

"What's with the teeth marks on your neck?" Madara asked suddenly.

Tooth marks?What teeth marks?Indra suddenly remembered that Asura had bitten him before, so with a snap, he stretched out his hand to cover it.

Looking at Madara again, the chopsticks in his hand seemed to stab him in the eye at any moment, "Is that Ashura your old lover?"

Indra shook his head violently.

"Tell me honestly when you met, how you got along, and what you said just now."

Otherwise, will you stab the chopsticks in my eyes?

Indra thought for a while, and decided to tell Madara to save him from thinking about it.

"He's my younger brother, from before."

Madara made a "cut", "If I remember correctly, you were born in an orphanage, what kind of brother did you come from?"

Indra is not at home all year round, and he is not very reliable on weekdays, but the reason why Madara is very close to him is because Indra never treats him as a child, or in other words, Indra never treats him like a child. To hide something from him, so even if Madara is just a seven-year-old kid, Indra is willing to tell him about himself, never perfunctory, such as now.

"I was adopted," Indra said. "My adoptive father's name is Otsuki Hagoromo, and he gave me my first and last name."

"Asura is his son?"

"No, Ashura was also brought back from the orphanage by him."

Madara tilted her head, "Why does he want so many sons?"

"He is not married and has no children. He adopted Asura to cultivate an heir. He adopted me because Asura wanted an older brother."

When Indra said this, his face was still expressionless.