[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Uchiha Madara came back much earlier than Quanna estimated.

The faces of the dead clansmen and the pained expressions of the living people flashed before his eyes alternately, making him disturbed, and his steps were busy and hurried.

When he returned home in the rain, his eyes slid in a certain direction, froze for a second, and then slid back as quickly as if he had touched some forbidden place.

At this time, you must have fallen asleep, right?

As he thought about it, he slowly lowered his eyes.

In the room not far from him, a person narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Blade is back, you—"

Your room is too close to him.

Before he finished speaking, his neck was hugged tightly, and the delirious person gasped and pressed close to him, blocking his lips eagerly.

After a while, the black-haired young man who returned home washed off the mud and rain all over his body, and walked tiredly to his room.

However, when approaching his younger brother's room, a tiny sound broke through the pattering rain and entered his ears clearly and accurately.

Uchiha Madara's footsteps froze.

He stood there with his pupils constricted, his hands and feet were cold, and he was as stiff as a stone statue in the darkness for a while, and the hands hanging by his sides were inadvertently clenched tightly.

I don't know how long it took before the fist with white knuckles was loosened little by little. After a while, the black-haired man turned around and left in silence.

The next morning, the rain had stopped, and Madara Uchiha appeared at the dinner table with two huge dark circles under his eyes.

"Brother?! What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

Quan Nai saw it, and immediately looked surprised and worried.

At this moment, Jiaren set up Madara's bowls and chopsticks, bowed to him and backed away.

Madara didn't answer his brother's question, but sat silently opposite him, not speaking.

Hime, who was sitting right next to Quanna, took a look at Madara, then turned his head and clung to Quanna's ear, whispering to him.

Not knowing what he said, Quan Nai's eyes widened suddenly in horror, her face blushed instantly, she didn't dare to look at Madara, and pinched Fei Shi fiercely under the table.

A rare crack appeared on the face of the cherry-haired youth's Wannian Bingshan.

"You—why didn't you remind me?!" Quan Nai blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head desperately, and complained shamefully and angrily.

Fei Shi: "? It wasn't you who pestered me to—"

"Ahhh, don't say such things, idiot!" Quan Na frantically covered his mouth, felt Madara's silent gaze, and was so ashamed that he slammed his head into Fei Shi's arms in this position, exposing the tip of his ear It was so red that it was about to bleed, and it was so embarrassing that it wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

What rescued Quan Nai was a friendly woman's voice from outside the door: "Master Fei Shi, the tomato harvest this summer is very good, do you need to buy some?"

Fei Shi's eyes lit up, and just when he was about to speak, Quan Nai raised his head as if he had been pardoned, and replied loudly instead of him: "Yes!"

He still didn't dare to look at Madara, bowed his head and quickly said "I'll go out for a while" and ran out in a hurry, but he stood up too violently, and almost collapsed when he got up, he was subconsciously supported by Fei Shi, and he was still red She glared at him with a straight face, shook off his hand and ran out "deng deng deng".

Fei Shi: "..."

Madara's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, and she lowered her pupils without a trace.

"...Quenna is a bit self-willed, please bear with me."

Fei Shi: "...I know."

Outside the courtyard, Quan Nai, who got rid of the embarrassing situation, rubbed her blushing face, forced a natural smile, and started talking to the vegetable seller.

"Master Quanna must have encountered something good, so happy."

The aunt who sells vegetables is very kind, and said so with a smile.

The blush on Quan Nai's face was still there, and she coughed twice unnaturally.

"Yeah, no..."

"Your relationship with Mr. Feishi is as good as ever. Mr. Feishi is also, surely he will make you snacks often?"

Aunt Asaizumi said meaningfully.

Quan Nai's face flushed deeply, she looked down at the red tomato in her hand, and hummed inappropriately: "That bastard, how could he remember what I like..."

The vegetable seller smiled lovingly, and patiently said in a soft voice: "From the beginning, I didn't know anything, and now I have quite a few desserts that I can sell. Lord Feishi cares about you very much, Master Quan Nai .”

Quan Nai looked down at her toes, her ears were red, and she stopped talking.

In fact, the young man who knew nothing about cooking stayed outside for a while, and when the chore ninja hired by the family arrived, there was nothing to do with him.

He looked back at the room hesitantly, but he didn't have the courage to go back to face his brother's meaningful eyes, so he simply ran out of the house and went to the training ground to supervise the training of the clansmen.

Thin-skinned young people go for a day.

He didn't come back, so Madara and Fei Shi finished their breakfast relatively silently, and then each held a book relatively silently, and looked down for most of the morning.

The sun gradually emerged from behind the dark clouds.

The sun shining on Madara's body brought him back to his senses, he looked up at the brightening sky, and in the next second, his eyes drifted involuntarily to the young man not far away.

He has known for a long time that when Uchiha Feishi calms down, every movement is beautiful enough to be painted, but even so, he couldn't help being dazzled by him the moment he saw it.

The perfect-looking young man with cherry hair seems to have been favored by time, and his beauty has not been taken away by time.

At this moment, under the rising sun, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his outstanding and handsome facial features showed a kind of irresistible charm because of his serious expression. People are completely addicted.

Still the same.

Uchiha Madara's heart occupied by the shadow of war and death calmed down a little bit.

No matter how long it has passed, as long as he stays by Fei Shi's side, he will involuntarily calm down, get away from those things that weigh him down, and gain a moment of respite.

but……

He lowered his eyes and forced himself to return his attention to the book.

For him, spending time together in the morning was something that he had never even dared to think about in the past, and he couldn't expect too much.

The black-haired man was thinking like this, when he heard the person on the other side say calmly: "Your hair seems to grow a little longer, Madara."

"...Huh?" Madara was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was talking about, raised his head in a daze, not knowing how to react.

Fei Shi looked at his slightly messy black hair, and quickly closed the book.

"Let me cut it for you."

He suggested with a calm demeanor, then stood up and walked towards him after speaking.

spot:"……"

spot:? ? ? !

On the porch of the quiet house, the sun is just right.

The patriarch's mansion has not been carefully designed. It is simple and tidy, and can even be called solemn. The only thing that can bring some life to it is probably the sunny doll hanging under the eaves.

It was specially made by Quan Nai after asking Fei Shi about his childhood memories of the courtyard at home.

At this moment, Uchiha Madara is sitting under this sunny doll.

"How do you want to cut it?" He was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but he asked calmly.

Fei Shi stood beside him with bare feet, covered his body with a large piece of unused cloth that he found in his hand, and tied it tightly around his neck.

"Just cut it short and trim it."

He replied simply, and pulled the cloth that was long enough to hang on the porch to make sure that no hair would fall on Madara's body for a while, then stepped back a few steps, and checked his results.

He nodded quickly, flipped his wrist, and took out a handful of kunai from the ninja bag tied to his leg.

"I'm starting." He said as if noticing, half kneeling beside Madara.

Madara's breathing jerked.

"What's wrong?" Fei Shi sensed it keenly, stopped his movements and asked.

Madara looked at him from the side with a stiff expression, because his facial features were so cold, he looked a bit fierce.

Fei Shi looked at him for a while, and suddenly understood something.

"You give me an illusion?" He suggested suddenly.

Madara was stunned: "...huh?"

"Sorry, I didn't think carefully." The young man with cherry hair let go of Kunai, relaxed his whole body, and put on a defenseless look.

"Holding Kunai to the head of the clan is really against the rules. You can give me a hint first, such as 'Once Uchiha Feishi wants to attack me, let him lose consciousness', I will not resist -"

"No need." Madara interrupted him abruptly, glanced at him indescribably, and sighed tiredly, "I believe in you, there is no need for those. You can come directly."

Fei Shi blinked, looked at him for a while, raised his hand again, leaned forward, and brushed up a strand of mottled hair.

Madara's body stiffened suddenly.

"..." Fei Shi stopped his movements again, "You really don't have to force it, everyone can rest assured to perform an illusion—"

"I said it's not the problem!!"

Madara growled in embarrassment and frenzy, and the tip of her ear, which was facing Fei Shi, not covered by her long hair, was faintly pink.

Fei Shi looked at the tip of Weifen's ear, and finally understood this time.Without thinking too much, he asked directly, "Are you shy?"

"!!--No!"

Madara was startled, and then quickly denied it, trying to maintain a deadpan expression, seeing that Fei Shi looked at him silently, and emphasized a sentence indifferently: "You think too much, I really don't."

Fei Shi blinked, nodded obediently, and didn't hold on to this point.

Having been with Quan Nai for many years, he has more or less figured out how to deal with Tsundere—yes, the man who has carefully studied the intimacy series said that this is the word—and knows that at this time, he needs to masturbate.

Speaking of it, he remembered that his blogger brother also had such a dishonest personality, but he didn't know how to deal with it at that time. Now that he thinks about it, there should be more or less inappropriate things.

Speaking of bloggers——

Fei Shi clamped a bunch of black hair between his fingers, and used Kunai to cut off a section of the end neatly according to the original shape of the hair tip, thinking thoughtfully: "As expected of the hair that can explode...your hair The texture is hard, and it doesn’t even need to be wet.”

It's completely different from Bo Ren's soft golden hair.

Madara snorted noncommittally, feeling the familiarity of Fei Shi's movements, and couldn't help asking: "How do you know how to cut your hair?"

"Cut it often, and then it will be fine." Fei Shi answered casually, remembering something.

Madara raised her eyebrows: "Shear often? Who do you help?"

"swirl--"

The young man's absent-minded voice stopped abruptly.

He raised his eyes to meet Shang Madara's meaningful gaze, paused for a few seconds, closed his eyes expressionlessly, and avoided his gaze for the first time.

"... an older brother who cared for me a lot since I was a child."

He finally explained it like this, and didn't bring it up again, and Madara didn't ask again.

——This is a person who has cared a lot for Fei Shi and can distract the indifferent him.

Madara didn't want to ask.

The courtyard at noon was very quiet, so quiet that apart from the sound of the young man shaving his hair, only the slight breathing of the two people remained.

Madara's originally tense body gradually relaxed.At the same time, another strange emotion began to spread in his heart.

It is an ambiguous emotion that has not diminished but increased even after years of repression and neglect.

Madara's hands under the cloth tightened unknowingly, and her breathing became tense.

Just at this moment, Fei Shi trimmed the rest of his hair, walked around to him, and began to look at his bangs covering his right eye.

"If you cover your eyes like this, won't it affect you during battle?"

He compared his left hand, which is Madara's right half of vision, and asked aloud.

Madara immediately became alert.

"Don't touch my bangs!"

He frowned and warned righteously.

Fei Shi: "..."

The young man with cherry hair closed his mouth, stepped forward and began to trim his bangs.