Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

——Is there a boy who has taken a fancy to you?

I shook my hand and almost dunked the fruit basket on his head.

How did he know about Mr. Purgatory?

As for why I didn’t ask any questions and directly brought him into it—nonsense, Mr. Purgatory is the only one who can be related to this sentence.

Everyone knows this, is it the so-called almighty parent?

"Master," I couldn't help but said in embarrassment, "You are really well informed."

"Hey, it's not much, I just know a little bit," he laughed nervously, twitched his feet, sat down on the spot with the little Mazha not far away, and put on a posture of having a long talk: "How do you say it?"

I looked at the other little horse that was kicked to my feet by him, and at the half-picked tomato, and felt that my scalp was starting to tingle.

Question: What do you fear most when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year?

Answer: I was asked about personal feelings.

Specifically including but not limited to: Are you married?Have a date yet?Talk about friends yet?Anyone interested?Oh, my friend's son happens to be about the same age as you, do you want to consider getting to know him... such a topic that makes people run away.

I thought I wouldn't have this problem if I escaped to another world, but I didn't expect——

"That's, that's it." I sat on pins and needles, fidgeted, stammered and spit out the whole thing like beans, and finally couldn't hold back to ask for help: "—I don't know why it's like this, I'm so panicked Ya master!"

"Hmm..." Mr. Hashirama's expression gradually darkened. Facing my request for help, he moved his shoulders—then touched his chin with another hand, "Mmm..."

My expression gradually turned helpless: "What is your expression, why do you look more troubled than me?"

"I thought... no, it's nothing," Mr. Hashirama stopped himself, and smiled at me, "I probably know why."

"?" I showed an expression of wanting to hear more about it.

"People, once you have seen the sun, who cares about fireflies?" His expression was far away and emotional, "You may not feel it as the person involved, but for that era, Huahua you, isn't it just like taking pictures of fireflies?" into the sun of darkness?"

"...No, you are absolutely overrated." I resisted the embarrassment of being praised in person, and retorted seriously: "The world is so vast, and it is too arrogant to compare yourself to the sun wheel. Just like a pioneer who voluntarily turned into a torch, he contributed a negligible contribution."

"Look, this is also very likable," Mr. Hashirama didn't refute, but just smiled and picked up a handful of small tomatoes and stuffed them into his mouth, "Our Huahua is very good."

"You are a parental filter," I puffed up my cheeks and reminded, "I like boasting a lot...but you can give me some constructive advice, married and successful Nisan Hashirama."

"Ne—cough," his expression changed with ease, he solemnly put down the food in his hands, and sat upright, "In that case, then I—"

"Yeah!" I looked at him expectantly.

"As long as we Huahua like it!" He made a firm decision, "I'm on your side!"

Originally expecting him to say something, my expression collapsed, "But the problem is, I won't."

Friendship, family affection, fetters, I can all have a reference to learn from, but only love - special, can't be inserted into anyone's love, I can't learn from others, I can only comprehend it by myself.

"At this stage, I just feel that such serious feelings must not be ignored," scratching his hair at a loss: "We must give the same solemn response, even if it is just to tell the other party that I have received your feelings—but what will happen next?" What to do?"

"If you really say that, you will be locked up, Xiaohuahua." The married person Zhu Jianyu said earnestly: "Oh, I can't see it, and the open and honest Swordsman of Flame will also be self-taught in this regard. "

"Is...?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes, that's it." He nodded affirmatively, "So think carefully about it."

"Then, I'll wait until the matter with the tree is over before I can solve this." Given Mr. Hashirama's trust in me, I believed it without a trace of doubt. I decided to put aside the clueless branch line and put the main line first. After clearing the customs, think about other things.

"However, Huahua is so important to you," Mr. Hashirama's smile remained unchanged. "After all, with your personality, you are not good at something from an unfamiliar field. I thought you would choose to avoid it."

"I think so too," I said sadly, "but my conscience will hurt."

"You're so straightforward, don't you even think about distance and time, fool," he patted my head affectionately, "In your situation, you can't stay in that world for a long time, right?"

"Well, to be precise, I can't stay in any world," I rubbed his hand, and said, "This is what I think now, who can say what will happen in the future... I love travel and my It’s not a conflict to get used to squatting at home? If I really take a place as my home in the future, maybe it will be my new anchor point... Of course, the above things haven’t happened yet, and I’m just saying that, but there is a The matter can be determined—”

"What is it?"

"Nothing can stop me." I pushed his hand away, smiled fearlessly, and flaunted:

"If, I mean, if it really comes to that time, distance is not a problem, space is not a problem, time is not a problem, anything and everything will not be a problem." I looked up and looked at this rare serious man, "important Is it from your heart?"

Mr. Hashirama didn't answer for a while, but just looked at me fixedly, and after a while, he sighed: "It's Uchiha..."

"Hey, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, just feeling the power of blood again," he waved his hand, instead of laughing at my naive speech, he just reminded: "We Huahua are idealists, but this will be very hard."

"How could it be?" I shook my head and asked, "Master, would you give up your persistence for some external reasons?"

For example, your peace, and your Konoha.

--Will not.

"Of course not." He replied decisively without even thinking: "I will do my best to protect it."

"So," I smiled, "I'm an apprentice taught by you. Although I'm a little naive and a little dull, and I haven't found what I want until now, the essence will never deviate."

I paused, thought for a while, and added: "Of course, in order to protect a certain existence, I would not even do something that would not be done by stealing a big dick... Oops!"

"Don't think that I don't know that you are alluding to me, you are fat." Mr. Hashirama who knocked my head lightly and scolded with a smile: "My apocalypse will be taken away by you and I am still here. , I really thought I wouldn't hit you, didn't you?"

"Hmph, you told me to just say...wait a minute," I arched my head, which didn't hurt at all, raised my head one by one, and slowly digested the second half of his sentence, "Huh? No, wait Wait a minute, Tian Qi, this is not..."

"Yes, it is Madara."

Senshou Zhujian said that he wanted to fish out the small tomatoes from the fruit basket on the ground, put his hand in and turned around, and felt empty, only to realize that he had already eaten it before he knew it—so he took advantage of his apprentice's brain sinking into the pulp. When it was muddy, he got up without changing his face and took a handful from the side, wiped it, put half of it in the basket, and threw the half into his mouth, with a slightly jealous expression:

"I did something wrong before... I also apologized and worked diligently to repair the cracks. Although I also know that it is impossible to go back to the past, Madara is still my sneaky big dick and has not left. Konoha would be fine...but, but—”

He hammered the ground hard.

"Where is you, an idiot, because of one promise, you have to do everything you can to pull back the other Madara who never looks back," he stopped chewing on the little tomato, switched sides and slammed Hammered to the ground, "If it wasn't for Madara's quick response, you would have caught up with yourself, do you know?"

boom -

With him as the center, the ground on both sides is not surprising.

"I remember this," just as I was witnessing a demolition scene, and the memory of being beaten to death by Mr. Madara from another Naruto Shippuden world was recalled, I weakly raised my hand and whispered He retorted, "But that Mr. Madara gave up his last blow, I can actually live..."

"Huahua," Mr. Hashirama stabilized the precarious ponytail with one hand, with a calm expression, "Sometimes life is not the only thing that is in danger, you know—ninjas are despicable creatures in essence."

Even though it was the calmest narration and the most ridiculous scene, I trembled violently and my hairs stood on end.

"It's good to be afraid."

Mr. Hashirama smiled, facing my subconscious trembling movement, he didn't make any approach, but just pushed over the fruit basket containing only a few small tomatoes, and asked softly: "Ah, where are you? Don't trust 'Ninja' too much in these respects - do you want to continue listening?"

I hesitated for a while, stretched out my hand to pick these few red fruits, and whispered: "...I want to listen."

"What's the point, forget it, let's skip all the things that didn't happen, let's just talk about the result," ignoring my eager eyes, Mr. Hashirama picked up the ponytail as if nothing had happened, and moved around with the chair , "If I'm not mistaken, Madara should have said something to you at that time?"

"Well, yes." I followed his movement and turned around while nodding.

There is no way, the picture at that time was so shocking that I am a little bit in a trance when I recall it now.

Moonlight, snow color, people between snow and moon.

【—You have already held me. 】

Since Mr. Hashirama has emphasized it, it is not just a literal meaning, but in this way, this sentence, if you have to say it...

My expression gradually became tainted with uncertainty.

"Look, didn't you notice it too?" Mr. Hashirama showed a...complex expression similar to that after finally letting go of the worries that he had been unable to resolve for a long time, and said:

"You are his beacon."

- pat.

The little tomato held between his fingers lost its support and fell to the ground, splashing out the ripe juice, rolled around a few times, and stopped moving.