[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

Why would you argue with Madara all night over an oooo...

Ye Zimu soaked his face in hot water, in self-reflection.

At this time, it was [-] o'clock.

The sun still had no shadows, and the sky was gray and foggy.

Ye Zimu pushed open a corner of the window, and the moist cold mist came in through the slit.He sighed comfortably, it was much more useful than hot water.

The room was ventilated, Madara pulled up the quilt and said, "Aren't you going to be a monkey? Why are you dawdling?"

This is because Ye Zimu still doesn't leave.

Sleep during the day and be active at night.

Madara's work and rest schedule and Ye Zimu's are reversed, but the two of them sleep less, so there will be some overlap.

Yesterday's banquet belonged to this time period, and it happened that Madara had just woken up and had no plans, and he followed Ye Zimu's place to eat, drink and play.As for now...

What should Qianshou Zhujian do? He couldn't sleep at all in the house.

It's impossible to have too much instinct.

"Now Mao Shi," Ye Zimu closed the window and said, "It seems to be earlier than usual."

"I'm willing." Ban Road, took off the gloves and threw them on the desk.

Ye Zimu went to the desk and moved the gloves, picked up the neatly folded formal suit and asked, "You really don't want to go with me?"

'Want to go to the party? '

'Are you interested in seeing the murals? '

'The incense sticks of mantras are very famous. '

'There is a Zen debate in the afternoon. '

……

I get used to this kind of question after hearing it a lot, and I am very familiar with rejecting or accepting it.

"Don't go."

Madara sat on the bed, brushed back the hair that completely covered half of her face with her right hand, and lowered her head to lean on the inside of her arm.

One of Madara's resting poses.

His feet are bent, and his left hand should be holding a weapon in another scene, so that he can get up and fight at any time.

"Don't go?"

"Don't go."

"Pity."

"Not long-winded." Madara put down his right hand and turned his head, "Who designed this robe?"

"Yizhi." Ye Zimu said, "Interested?"

"Why not white." Madara reached into the quilt, crossed his left and right hands on his knees, and raised the quilt by an arm's length.

"Do you believe in the story book?" Ye Zimu flipped the Pingxu in his hand from side to side to find its buttons, "White clothes are easy to get dirty and hard to wash, and embroidered with gold thread is to tell others that I am here, no matter how I think about it, I think it is nonsense Edit..."

"I like white." Madara said, burying her face in the quilt and rubbing it.

"What?"

"Compared to your muddy-looking color, white is more pleasing to the eye no matter what."

"Wait, are your two sentences connected together?"

"Huh?" Madara's head was resting on his arm through the quilt, and his voice rose vaguely.

……

Ye Zimu was still wearing the mud-like robe to attend the ceremony.

It is impossible to change clothes temporarily. Who will give you a second set in such a short period of time, and what is the reason.

Why is the color so ugly?

At that time, why didn't you tell me to come to me when the juncture was approaching!

Even Uesugi couldn't bear it.

Anyway, just wear it for a day!

It's actually not that ugly.

The so-called mud-like color is brown, and there are dark lines on the brown, which are the seams of the dress.

This dress is a tunic composed of 25 strips of cloth, which refers to the design of the cassock.There is a tassel buckle on the waist, although it cannot be seen when the hands are put down, but when the hands are raised, the Heyu Pingxu on the waist will be exposed.

Iori looked at the patriarch's attire in satisfaction, with an excited expression on his face.

Right Zhengjiao, Zuo Gongyu; clothing white jade, decorated Akaze.The trend is to gather together, and the way to do it is summer.Zhou is still in the rules, and the discount is in the middle.If you advance, you will bow to it, and if you retreat, you will raise it. It is accompanied by jade clanging and tassel Youxia.The majesty of righteousness, the ceremony of sacrifice; Lehua Zhangyi, Zhaohua Mingyi... The square was full of crowds, and many people could not forget the scene they saw that day.

"Isn't it white?" The young man wearing sunglasses pushed his glasses back and said, "Gods are pure and clean, so they are white; devils are evil and filthy, so they are black. And this color is darker, which is no different from the colors of ordinary people. If it is brighter, it is the color of blood... In a way, the leader of Thousand Hands is really straightforward."

"What did you say!" Iori said angrily when he heard the young man in sunglasses slandering his well-designed clothes.

"This lady..." The young man in sunglasses didn't expect that his casual exclamation would cause trouble, but he immediately understood when he saw the wristband exposed under Yizhi's sleeve, "What?"

Play stupid very quickly.

"You just clearly..."

Someone pushed Iori from behind.

The square is so small and there are so many people, so don't quarrel with your lover and occupy the space.

The crowd came one after another, and the uncle who pushed people showed no guilt, and he himself became a sardine. As for what the two young people were arguing about, it had nothing to do with a flat-headed uncle like him who came to appreciate the rich life of the ceremony.

"I didn't expect that there would be a day when I would be thrown into someone's arms." The young man in sunglasses pushed his glasses, put one hand on Yizhi's waist, and said in a rather obscene tone.

Ninja is not so easy to tease.

Yizhi stepped on the instep of the young man with sunglasses and crushed it twice, and pressed his chest with one hand: "What do you think if I stab Qianben in?"

"Miss is really violent." The young man in sunglasses let go of his hand silently, "It's better not to see blood on such a festive day."

"Your clothes are of such a civilian color that no one will notice."

"Ha, haha..." The sweat dripped from the forehead of the young man in sunglasses, "Actually, my ancestors were warriors, but I was more interested in writing Huamo, so I went to the military. I came here today to enjoy this rare sight in a hundred years. For the purpose of collecting materials, what I said in a moment of inspiration, did Miss misunderstand something?"

"Materials?" Iori asked.

"It's absolutely true." The young man in dark glasses whispered in Yi Zhi's ear, "I'm down, Sime."

"Who?"

Sime, a famous novelist of the era.His original name is unknown, but he was born in Xifeng.The character is deviant, the writing is absurd and uninhibited, or satirizes the darkness of the times with a calm and concise style, or describes the magnificence of a hero with gorgeous and slender words... Author of "Jing Shi Biography", "200 Years of the West", "The Glory of the Past" ", "Our Life" and other series of works are well known to everyone from high-ranking officials and dignitaries down to ordinary people, and are deeply loved by everyone.

But for Iori, who only reads about clothes and hats, he doesn't know him at all.

The rows are separated like mountains, not to mention there is a Wakasa in the middle.

"Although it makes me a little angry that you ask me that, but..."

The young man with sunglasses took out the small book from his arms and put it on his left hand, and then took out a pen from the pen bag on his thigh.

"One word, borrow space."

Having said that, Simo put his hands around her shoulders and began to write.

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(stroke) This is a boring show. (Lose)

Today's sunshine seems to be coming slowly, and it seems to appear at the right time.

A ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone on the Buddha statue, covering it with a golden coat.

The leader of the thousand hands stands in front of the Zunsheng Buddha, standing tall and tall, reeds and jade trees.The splendor is like the sun and the moon in the bosom, and the vastness is like the breeze.

The Supreme Sovereign walked out from the top of the tower soaring into the sky, holding the gilt box in his hand, and descended the stairs.He was wearing a gray robe and mopping the floor, walking through the sunlight and the shadows, step by step, down.

……

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"And then?" Looking at the short text on it, Iori asked, "Why is it so small, and what is painted over?"

"I haven't figured it out yet. The Suzerain walked too slowly and my inspiration was exhausted." The young man in the sunglasses put away his pen and said, "The above is the topic. I thought I could finish it, but I erased it before I finished it."