Brother, you are my jade - Asma of Hokage

"Mr. Hong, hello." One afternoon, Zhuludie went to Asma's home to visit her mentor.

"It's you guys, come in and sit down." It was rare for the three of them to come together, so Hong went out to greet her enthusiastically.

"Mr. Hong, this is a gift..." Ino first handed a bouquet of flowers to Hong, and then Shikamaru and Choji also brought up gifts.

"Hey, I'm just here to give you some gifts. Don't stand at the door, come in quickly."

When the three of them and Hong entered the house, they didn't find Asma's figure.

"Teacher Hong, where's Asma?" Shikamaru asked first, with a casual and unrestrained tone as always.

"It's not a coincidence for you to come here. He just went out for a walk, probably for about half an hour."

"Walking? Asma-sensei looks like that...is it alright?" Choji said worriedly.

"Don't worry, if you just take a slow walk and stop and go, there's nothing wrong with it." After speaking, Hong handed the three of them freshly brewed tea, "Drink some tea first. Mar will be back."

Although Hong thinks so, but a certain person has walked a long way unknowingly.

"Oh...that's terrible..." Asma sat down in the grass by the roadside with sweat on her face, and took a few breaths. "I walked too far before I knew it, and now I have to work hard just to go back."

"Maybe I'll be lectured by Hong." Asma rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, then took out a cigarette pouch from her pants pocket, took out a "cigarette", and took a few puffs in her mouth.

This wasn't real smoke, it was specially prepared by Tsunade for him.After knowing that Asma quit smoking because of her pregnant lover, and considering Asma's body, Tsunade specially ordered people to prepare this special "smoke", which contained many herbs that are beneficial to health .Taking two sips is not only beneficial to the body, but the faint aroma can also relieve Asma's craving for cigarettes.

After a short rest, when she was about to get up and go back, an old man's voice came from Asma's ear.

"Asma? Is it Asma? Why are you here?"

"Ah? So it's my father." Asma recognized the person coming, and turned around to greet the Third Hokage.

"What? You're the only one? You've come so far." The Third Hokage suddenly showed a distressed expression, took out the handkerchief he carried with him and walked over to wipe Asma's sweat.

"Sorry, I didn't know it when I was walking..."

"So you didn't plan to go to my house on purpose..." Third Hokage's tone was slightly disappointed.

"Huh?" Asma just now realized that his walking route this time happened to be in the direction of the Three Generations of Hokage.

"Forget it, seeing you like this, I have to let you have a good rest before going back." After the third Hokage finished speaking, he whistled, and several Anbu who were in charge of guards nearby appeared immediately.

"You guys, carry Asma to my house, move gently and slowly, and remember not to hurt him. I will go too. By the way, I have to send a message to Hong, saying that Asma will go later My house, I may go back later."

"Yes!"

"Hey? Wait a minute, no matter how you say it, you can carry it on your back..."

Regardless of Asma's protest, Anbu carried Asma on his back and went back with the third generation.

"Welcome back, master. Ah, the young master is here, which is really rare." The maid at the house greeted him at the door.

"Uh..." Asma was really not used to hearing the name "Master". After all, since he became a ninja, he moved out to live by himself and rarely returned to his father's house.

"Asuma, come in." Third Hokage took off his windbreaker, and then personally came to help Asma into the house.

The maids are very smart and prepared tea and towels early.She handed tea, and picked up a towel to wipe the young master's sweat, but the master snatched it away and wiped it for his son himself.

The maid was speechless in astonishment.She is also an old figure in this family, she is well aware of the tense relationship between the young master and the master, but this time the master actually takes care of his son himself, and is so meticulous, it is the first time she has seen it in so many years.

Being served so carefully by her father, Asma blushed a long time ago. "That... father... this... is too..."

"What's the matter. Anyway, you are the one who needs to be taken care of now, and I'm free. Is it okay for a father to take care of his son occasionally?"

"No...I mean..." Asma lowered her head in embarrassment.

"..." Sandai Hokage finally understood what his son was thinking, and he turned his face to signal the maid.

The maid knew it well, she immediately backed out and closed the door gently.

With no outsiders present, Asma finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Third Hokage finished wiping Asma's sweat and put the towel aside.The father and son sat side by side, facing the courtyard at home.

The atmosphere is very peaceful.

"Son..."

"Father…"

"You don't remember, right? When you were young, you had a severe fever once. At that time, I was the one who took care of you personally." Saying that, Sandai Hokage moved his body and put one of his arms on A Sima's body.

"Ah? Is there such a thing...?" Asma was a little embarrassed, looking around.I haven't been back to this home for many years, and many of the furnishings in the home are different.

Suddenly, Asma's eyes stopped on an old photo frame.

Asma stood up, walked to the photo frame, held the photo frame with both hands and picked it up, staring at the yellowed photo in the photo frame.

Following Asma's movements with his eyes, the Third Hokage also stood up.

Asma knows that this is the only family photo of their family; he also knows that his father has locked this photo frame in the cabinet since his elder brother died; he also knows that everything has changed since then .

Since then, my father has become indifferent, always acting like a businessman. Even when he treats himself, he only treats himself as a subordinate ninja, without the feeling that a father and son should have at all.

Someone once explained to his young self that fatherly love is often like this, and it is difficult to understand, but fathers always think about the future of their children and hope that their children can grow up and be able to take the lead. This is beyond doubt.

"But even so, why does he still have that indifferent face in private, even at home—it's been like that for so many years. From him, I can't feel fatherly love at all..."

Asma didn't realize that he, who was still lingering in his memories, accidentally uttered these words—until he heard the sound of his father's footsteps taking a few steps back.

Asma looked sideways at her father abruptly, startled.

"Father?"

Tick, tick, my father wept.

Father actually wept.From birth to now, Asma is about to become a father now, and this is the first time he has seen his father cry—even when his mother passed away, his strong father never showed weakness, but now, he actually shed tears.

"sorry Sorry…"

Hearing her father's repeated apology in a crying voice, Asma hurried over to support her father.

"Don't be like this! Father...don't be like this, it's not your fault!"

But the third generation still kept apologizing, and the tears didn't stop.There was no other way, Asma had no choice but to hug her father tightly, and the father and son embraced each other.

Is it three generations of ruthless?No, he has always loved his son, but the premature death of his eldest son made him forget how to express this love.He became afraid of losing, and the more he loved, the more painful it was when he lost.In case the youngest son also has troubles, how can he withstand that kind of blow?So, he hid his true intentions for so many years.

Is the son puzzled?No, even if he was young and ignorant of the world at first, how could he, who is now thirty, still not understand his father's true meaning?He is just stubborn and unwilling to show weakness, only wishing his father to bow to him and compromise.

Now that his father has finally bowed his head to him, Asma, can he remain indifferent?

"It's my fault, it's my fault! I know that Dad has always loved me, but I'm stubborn and never give in, so... that's why..."

"No... In the final analysis... it's because I made a mistake first! I'm sorry... I'm really sorry..."

Three generations suddenly realized something, "Son... you called me just now...?"

"Dad..." is no longer a "father" with a sense of distance, let alone a "three generations of adults" who should only exist in official business, but a "dad" full of sincerity!

"Dad... that's enough, we are father and son, do we need to apologize like this?"

The father and son embraced each other and wept. Finally, the barrier that hindered the transmission of the true meaning was broken.

"son!"

"dad!"

The two hugged even tighter.For so many years, the accumulated emotions flooded their bodies and minds like a flood.They don't need anything else now, they just need to hug like this, that's enough.

……

"Red, I'm back."

Asma returned home and greeted the house loudly.

Hong opened the door to greet her: "Welcome back... huh?! Your Excellency Three Generations is also here in person, please take a seat."

After the three of them entered the room together, Asma personally helped her father to sit down: "Sit down quickly, Dad."

"Yeah. Sit down, too. One is not in good health, and the other is still in double body. Don't be tired."

"Yes..." Asma and Hong replied together, looked at each other, and smiled happily.

"What a coincidence, Asma. Zhuludie came to visit not long ago, but Asma, you couldn't come back from the three generations of adults' homes for a while, and they had a mission and couldn't stay for too long, so they just missed it..."

"Really..." Asma said, "After all, they are quite busy, so we should take the initiative to meet them in the future when we have time."

The third generation took a sip of tea and said, "Well, it's good to visit each other like this from time to time. Besides, Hong, there is one more thing..."

"Ah, you said."

"From now on, in this kind of private occasion, don't call me 'Master Three Generations'...You are all married...Uh, speaking of which, just now, how did Asma call me."

"Ah... yes... I see... Dad." This "Dad" is really a little shy.

It was night, and the two generations whose estrangement had disappeared found the happiness of a long-distance family.

And in another corner outside the village, A Yi has not really gotten rid of his distress.

"Uh...uh...ah...Asma...brother...slow down..." A Yi was intoxicated in the dream, enjoying the only happiness that can only be obtained in the dream.