The heroine is full of insanity

Madara has been in a bad mood lately.

The Uchiha family just ended another round of war with the Senju family. When counting the losses in the family, Madara found a few familiar friends on the death list.

This is a very common thing. In this age of wars, human life is as light as grass. The person who greets you with a smile today may become a cold corpse tomorrow, even a young child. Naive rights, if a ninja wants to live, live longer, longer, he must learn to be ruthless, decisive and ruthless, and learn to fight desperately.

But people are not ignorant rocks after all. Even if they have become accustomed to the cruelty of the world and have wrapped themselves in layers of solid arms, the softest place in the heart will eventually be broken because of the love of relatives and friends. Painful and sad to die.

After hiding and secretly mourning his dead companions, Madara intends to find an effective way to relax. Accumulating negative emotions for a long time will lead to depression and bad health.

It is said that life is too bitter, and eating some sweets will make you feel better. Madara thinks so, so he sneaks to the kitchen and swallows five red bean dumplings.

However it didn't help.

Snacks that are usually full of sweetness can't taste the slightest bit of taste at this moment, and they are as dry as chewing wax.Madara almost thought he had lost his sense of taste, he scooped up a spoonful of vinegar with shaking hands, and carefully licked it... Bah, bah, bah!Sour!

The red bean balls didn't work, so Madara went to find his younger brother Quanna again. He sat in the corridor and watched Quanna's immature face, and practiced throwing shuriken seriously, feeling healed a little bit.

But not enough.

After playing with Quanna for a while and teaching him several techniques of throwing hidden weapons, Madara decided to go for a walk.

The Uchiha tribe is located on the edge of the forest in the hinterland of the country of fire. There is a river named Nangachuan in the depths of the forest. The surrounding scenery is pleasant and suitable for a day trip. The only thing to be aware of is that you may bump into Senju But it doesn't matter, now is the truce period, even if they do meet, the two sides will tacitly avoid each other and never meet.

Even if it is a mortal feud, it is unbearable to fight non-stop 360 days a year, how funny it is to die together in the end.

He went to Nanhechuan in a leisurely manner. He stood by the river, stared at the rushing water for a while, and suddenly jumped into the river.

The water in the river was very fast, but it was difficult for Madara, who was excellent in water, he held his breath, controlled his speed and slowly dived, sinking slowly to the bottom of the river.

Looking up from the bottom of the river, it is another wonderful world. This world is shrouded in clear blue light, sparkling and undulating, like a dream.The sound came from the far end, hit the eardrums, and turned into a dull roar.The longer I stay, the more silent I feel, and finally everything is gone, only I am left floating quietly, until the end of time...

Um?Wait, what's blocking the light?

Madara opened his eyes and saw a humanoid silhouette approaching rapidly.

Then--

grass!Don't pull my hair!I am not a waterweed!

Gan!I'm not a mermaid either!Let go!I'll slap you to death!

Still want to get rich?You kid has a pretty good idea, I will let you get rich in your dreams!

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Madara and Hashirama got into a fight, both of them didn't use ninja tools, they just fisted and kicked, the surrounding was filled with the muffled sound of "bang bang bang" flesh/body/collision, it hurts just to hear it.

Yuanchun watched for a while, and saw that they were well-measured and did not kill them, so they did not stop them.She calmly rolled up her sleeves, tidied up the simple kitchen utensils that Hashirama took out from the scroll and piled aside, built the stove, set up two large pots, and started cooking noodles to make brine.

Let's fight, let's fight, young people are really energetic.

When the water boiled, Hashirama and Madara fought blood-boiling, and both of them lamented in their hearts that the other was a strong rival;

When the pot was underway, Hashirama and Madara showed a feeling of sympathy for each other, and the fierce moves gradually slowed down, and they began to prefer to learn from each other;

When the marinade came out of the pot, Hashirama and Madara stopped fighting. They smelled the tempting aroma and stopped at the same time.

"Xiaochun, are the noodles ready? Brother is hungry!" Hashirama ran back with a grin, wandering around the stove, his face full of anticipation.

Hearing the word "brother", Madara's eyes flickered slightly, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually dissipated.He didn't say anything, but followed silently.

Yuanchun pouted, and filled a bowl full of tomato braised noodles in Zhujian, "It's done, here it is."

Hashirama picked up the salt shaker, looked at Madara, and invited, "Do you want a bowl?"

Madara stared at Hashirama pouring salt into the noodles, his face turned green, he refused decisively: "No!"

"You don't eat salty food, it seems that you are a sweet person?" Yuanchun guessed casually, she filled another bowl of noodles, added some sugar to the noodles, and handed it to Madara, "What about this bowl?"

Madara: "..." I was a little moved.

Seeing that there is a door, Yuanchun continued to add sugar, "Now?"

Madara: "..." Crazy heartbeat!

Yuanchun simply poured all the sugar in the small jar into it.

There was too much sugar, and it piled up on the noodles into small mounds, and fine sugar particles slid down from the top.

This time it was Zhu Jian's turn to turn green, he clicked his tongue, thinking that there was so much sugar, it was so sweet that his throat was so sweet, can he still eat it?

As soon as Madara took the bowl, he still seemed very reserved, "Ahem, since you have invited me so sincerely, I'll give you some face..."

Yuanchun folded his arms, smiled and saw Madara holding the chopsticks eager to try, and suddenly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will poison your noodles?"

Spot's movement paused.

Hashirama almost choked on the face.

"Just kidding," Yuanchun took a new pair of chopsticks, grabbed a few noodles from Madara's bowl and ate them, "To reassure you, I'll take a bite first."

Just as Madara wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Yuanchun rolled his eyes, curled up his fingers, tapped the edge of the bowl lightly, and said, "Actually, this is not safe, for example, it is really poisonous, but I will take the antidote first."

Spot's mouth twitched slightly.

Zhu Jian held his forehead with one hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm lying to you, putting poison in food is the greatest blasphemy to food, I will not do such a shameless thing." Yuan Chun shrugged his shoulders, with a little fox-like cunning in his eyes, " For this bowl of noodles, I have been tossing and tossing since morning. It was the first bite just now, and it really tastes good, but there is too much sugar..."

Madara: "..." I can see that you don't want me to eat this bowl of noodles at all.

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The three of them sat in a row by the river, eating noodles to their heart's content.

"Okay, both of you go wash the dishes." After eating the noodles, Yuanchun put the empty bowl on the river beach, stretched, and lay down directly, resting his head with his hands, closing his eyes to feel the gentle spring breeze , "I want to rest for a while, I'm so tired."

"Huh? Shall I do the dishes?" Hashirama's eyes were wide open, his voice was muffled with noodles in his mouth, "But I don't want to do it... Madara, you go do it."

……spot?Do I know you well?Don't call me so kind!Madara's forehead had faint veins popping out, and he put Yuanchun's empty bowl and his own empty bowl together, "The rule in my house is not to clean the dishes when cooking, so I will clean Xiaochun's bowl, and you can handle yours yourself! "

... Small, pure?Do we know you well?Don't shout so kindly!There were black lines all over Zhujian's head, and he leaned over to pick up a few small stones from the river beach, "Well, let's have a competition, it's like hitting the water, and whoever can hit the other side won't need to wash the dishes."

"Okay," Madara raised his eyebrows, accepted Hashirama's letter of challenge, and said confidently, "I've never been afraid of anyone!"

It's just three bowls, how about you?Forget it, I don’t need to wash the dishes anyway, you can do whatever you want.Yuanchun lay down steadily, even took a bag of melon seeds from his pocket, and put on the posture of watching a play.

The two guessed Ding Ke, and Hashirama lost, so Madara threw it first.

The round pebble bounced four times on the surface of the water, and sank into the water at the fifth time.

Madara was not very satisfied, he curled his lips, "Cut, I made a mistake."

"Clean the dishes honestly!" Hashirama laughed, and he threw the small stone out in a standard shuriken throwing posture. The small stone was like a dragonfly splashing water, moving forward all the way on the water. When it was about to fly to the opposite bank, suddenly a black light came first and hit the small stone between the pillars, sinking it.

The black light deviated from its original orbit, flew a short distance, and sank into the grass on the other side of the river.

"Ah, I accidentally slipped my hand." Yuan Chun blinked nonchalantly, grabbed the remaining melon seeds and continued to nibble.

"...Xiao Chun! Why!" Zhu Jian cried sadly.

"You used melon seeds just now?" Madara was shocked.

Yuanchun showed a cute smile, "No way, you read it wrong."

Madara was taken aback for a moment, he stroked his chin, narrowed his eyes, looked at Yuanchun's face, and muttered softly: "Why does it feel like Quanna is acting like a baby..."

"What did you say?" Hashirama rubbed his ears, "The voice is too low!"

"It's nothing." Madara crossed his arms, rolled his eyes, and waved his hands, "Thank you for your hospitality, I'm going back."

Madara's figure disappeared into the depths of the woods, and Hashirama suddenly came back to his senses, "Ah! You're so cunning! The promised dishwashing!"

"Let's go back too." Yuanchun stood up, patted the soil on the hem of her skirt, her eyes swept across the woods on the other side of the river calmly, "It's a bit late."

Hashirama showed joy, "Then I don't have to wash the dishes?"

Yuanchun smiled slightly, "You can take it back and let Brother Feijian brush it."

The shining light in Hashirama's eyes disappeared, and he lowered his head in frustration, "Xiaochun, you are too bad..."

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Everyone left, and the riverside returned to silence again.

After an unknown amount of time, a shadow emerged slowly from the grass. It was a strange-looking creature. Its whole body was pitch-black, like a pool of soft mud. It could barely be called the head with two round circles acting as The eyes and the mouth are wide open, revealing a mouthful of sharp small teeth.

"It's so scary... Who is that little girl? She can even sense my breath..."

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In the next few days, Yuanchun and Hashirama didn't sneak out again, but stayed at home and worked hard at farming.

It was definitely not because Tobima stared at them eeriely from behind like a secretly observing dean every day.

One afternoon, after a nap, Hashirama and Genjun went for a routine stroll in the backyard with a hoe on their shoulders.

Himama followed behind with Wama and Itama, because Hashirama promised to teach the two little brothers how to learn ninjutsu today, and he will teach them after the inspection of the vegetable field.

When the group came to the vegetable field, Hashirama yawned, "I'm so sleepy..."

Yuanchun rubbed his eyes, "I'm sleepy too..."

Compared with the two extremely poor students, Toikama was very sober.He glanced around, stopped somewhere in the field, and said in a flat and calm tone: "Brother, the vegetables you planted have sprouted."

Hashirama paused for a yawn, and his whole body was refreshed instantly, "What, what! Where is it!"

Without waiting for Toikama to show the way, Hashirama happily rushed into the ground.

Yuanchun also woke up, she clenched her hands into fists, her eyes wandered around, "What about mine!"

He folded his arms between the doors, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an inconspicuous arc, "Unfortunately, nothing happened."

"...Hey???!!!" Yuan Chun was stunned.

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Qi Mu, who was helping Yuanchun with his homework, received a cross-border text message.

Yuanchun: [Boss!help!May I ask what posture should I use to grow the lettuce?My brother’s vegetables have germinated, but mine haven’t, I suspect they’re dead woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo and qwq]]

Qi Mu: "..." Although I am a god, this is beyond the scope of my knowledge.