Uchiha is at it again!

Snowflakes fell all over the flowers, and the pressed branches bent down heavily.

In the courtyard of Daming Mansion, a sickly child with an unnatural blush on his face squatted under a tree and reached out to dig snow, but no one would stop him.

His hands were red from the cold, but he continued to rub the snowball as if he didn't know the cold or pain, and he frowned as if he was struggling with something.

"What are you doing?"

Stepping on the snow made a "creaking" sound, and the black-haired man walked slowly with his hands in his sleeves.

"what!"

The child screamed in embarrassment and immediately stood up in fear, and the pinched snowball fell to the ground and cracked.

"Yes, sorry!"

"Why do you say sorry?"

The man smiled and said, his slender eyebrows raised when he saw the clothes on the child that were much thinner than his own. He took off his coat and put it on him, not caring that the hem was dragged on the ground and soaked in snow .

"What are you doing? A snow rabbit?"

No, it's just pure snow play.

The child wanted to say, but when he saw those eyes, he nodded in a mysterious way, and then lowered his head angrily.

"Hey, can I join then?"

The man asked childishly, squatting down and smiling at him with his face in his hands.

"...You are a distinguished guest, they will be unhappy if they find out."

"So I'm begging you to keep it a secret."

The man excitedly dug up a ball of snow and squeezed it, and looked left and right at the ball he made: "Well, what do you do after making the snowball?"

"It's too round...haven't you pinched a snow rabbit before?"

The child squatted down and asked, and the man slightly raised his head to look at the sky, pretending to be thinking: "No, I'm a little confused about what I was doing in the previous winter."

Of course I'm taking my brother.

"The light of the setting sun is so beautiful, I am going cautiously, and I will not waste my time."

Leading Quanna past his father's room, Uchiha Tajima uttered a haiku in a complimenting tone, and the smile on Que Yu's face disappeared instantly.

"Euni sauce?"

Quan Nai looked strangely at the elder brother who suddenly stopped and refused to leave.

"Oh, it's Queyou and Quanna, come here, I have something good for you to see."

Hearing the voice, Tajima looked over and waved at them. Just as Queyou was about to refuse, Quanna was already leading her brother to be seduced with sparkling eyes.

"nice one!"

He said happily: "Father, what is it? Is it delicious?"

"Looking at you like this, you were turned into a glutton by Yizhen."

Tajima couldn't help but hugged the youngest son who rushed over to search for snacks, and rubbed the top of his head fiercely: "Unfortunately, it's not for food."

Quan Nai immediately put down her small face, and pouted sullenly: "What is that good thing?"

"It is the collection of haikus by Ichimei Master who is now famous all over the world."

Tajima opened the brochure carefully and said, "It's very popular among nobles, and it's not easy for me (He Shi Qianshou) to get (grab) it."

"Lie peacefully in the new green grass."

He read another sentence: "Elegant and beautiful, clearly telling about the frightening death, but in a calm tone, with poetic nostalgia... Queyou?"

Sitting opposite his father, Queyou, who didn't know his father had such a literary side, smiled politely but awkwardly: "...I don't know much about haiku, father."

"Is that so, you finally have something you are not good at."

Tajima looked relieved, and the corners of Queyou's eyes twitched: "Father—I'm sure there are things I'm not good at. What kind of image do I have in your eyes?"

"Father, who is Master Yiming?"

Quanna raised her head and asked curiously, interrupting Tajima's answer.Tian Dao took his youngest son into his arms: "Master Yiming..."

The wandering poet who appeared in the country of water half a year ago, he was plain in appearance, but he showed amazing talent, even mastered all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

He was obviously just a down-and-out traveler, but his every move showed calm elegance, no worse than any nobleman present who had been educated in etiquette since he was a child. He has become a person that every nobleman in every country, even a daimyo, would like to invite to meet him.

"Wow! It's amazing!"

Quan Nai's eyes widened: "There are so many things!"

It's not here that it's amazing, silly boy.

Tajima squeezed his soft little hands: I tried my best to invite Master Yiming to meet, but there are many daimyos whose eyes are almost on top of our heads, huh?

"Here."

"Eh?"

Seeing the brochure suddenly handed in front of him, Que You, who was out of his mind, was startled, and raised his head in surprise: "Father? Why did you give it to me?"

"Didn't you always like to read books? If you like the classics that no one in the clan wants to read, I think you should like this too."

Tian Dao softened his gaze slightly: "I'm always busy with family affairs, and I rarely accompany you to fulfill my father's responsibilities... that's all I can do."

"..."

"You have always done everything well, and you have always made me proud."

Tian Dao sighed, and Que You looked at him: "Then father, why are you sighing? Because I haven't opened Sharingan yet?"

"Even if you don't open your eyes, you are better than them all, aren't you?"

Tajima said: "What I worry about is that you are pushing yourself, and what worries me even more is that I put too much pressure on you."

"No, it's what I want to do better."

Queyou winked at his father intentionally: "I am someone who wants to change the world."

Recalling what the eldest son had said to him at night a few years ago, Tajima couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"and this."

Queyou stared at the booklet in his hand, sighed and handed it back to his father: "Father also likes it very much, right? So, I'll keep it with you, father, anyway, I can't read it now anyway."

Even if I understand it, I will definitely not watch it.

Resolutely do not read.

Queyou opened his arms towards his younger brother who was lying in his father's arms, his eyes following the "It is said to be very expensive" sentence collection, thinking, "Come on, Quan Nai, don't you want me to play with you? We Don't bother father."

"it is good--"

Quan Nai responded softly, stood up and did not forget to kiss the side of his father's face, holding his father's face in a serious manner: "Next time, don't forget that there is a gift from Quan Nai."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Tajima smiled helplessly, and watched the eldest son lead the bouncing younger son out of the room.

"Master, have you been to many places?"

The child asked, and the man was pinching the third snowball in a different pattern, and smiled when he heard this: "Not many."

"What's the outside world like?"

Yearning appeared on the child's face: "What is the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen?"

"The most beautiful?"

The man thought for a moment, and suddenly let out a chuckle, stretched out his cold finger and tapped on the tip of the child's nose, his words were about to overflow with watery tenderness and nostalgia: "That's—no matter how many words you use It is indescribable, and even the most delicate brushes can't draw a shocking beauty."

That piece of starry sky, that piece of forest, that piece of firefly sea, and—the green-haired boy with gentle eyes without knowing it.

It is a stunning color that will not fade for many years.

"If Ji Jun really wants to know, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"You, you know me?!"

Ji Jun, who was indistinguishable from the boy, was taken aback, bit his lower lip immediately, and lowered his head: "Since you know, you also understand that I can't leave here, right?"

"You can't be so absolute, okay? Ji Jun."

The man's hands kept moving: "How do you know that you will never be able to leave here?"

"……What do you mean?!"

Ji Jun suddenly raised the volume, quickly lowered his voice nervously, looked around and asked in a low voice: "Can you help me? Can you take me out of here?"

"Of course not."

The man who had already planted the illusion resolutely refused: "This is something Ji Jun needs to think about."

"Freedom, it is because you can't own it, you need to chase it yourself, so it looks dazzling."

The man put the finished product in Ji Jun's palm, and the budding flowers came alive, as if the snow-white flower buds were about to bloom in a second: "Of course, this is just my own nonsense. enough."

He stood up to leave, but Xiao Jijun who stood up in a hurry grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Wait!"

He waited patiently for Ji Jun's next words.

"I... want to get out of here."

She bit her lip, and still raised her head to say what she had been thinking all along: "I don't want, I don't want to spend my whole life just seeing the sky in the courtyard like my mother, and praying for someone who doesn't love her all my life." The man looked back and felt sorry for her for a moment, and he didn't want my life to be only about marriage and kissing."

"so what?"

The man asked with a smile. Ji Jun still had fear in his eyes, but he took a deep breath, just like him a few years ago, and said something that would shock the listeners: "I want to be a father."

"..."

"Can I?"

There was hope in her eyes longing for affirmation, and the hands holding the hem of his clothes were trembling.

"...Why not? Ji Jun."

The man smiled and said softly.

"It couldn't have been better."

Queyou looked at Quan Nai who was waving to him under the tree and muttered, showing the same smile: "The allies I need are those with this kind of ambition."