[Comprehensive] The patriarch's style of painting is wrong

Senshou Zhujian huddled in the corner and blew on his hurt little little finger, with a pitiful tone, "Madara, why do you like to break my little little finger so much every time?"

Uchiha Madara didn't even give it a straight look.

The house he arranged for A Tu was selfish.

Originally, he wanted to use this to let her live in his own house directly, but due to various reasons and her attitude was rare and firm, she refused to agree with his proposal, and the two had a big fight because of this.She has always been a compromise, and the two of them got along pretty well after they said they had tried last time.I didn't expect it to be so noisy this time.

He simply ignored it since that day.Despite this, he still arranged for her to have a house near his mansion.

In the end, she really flourished in that crappy room, but her own sense of existence was reduced to nothing in her heart.

As for Hashirama's bad idea, that's when it started.

Looking at the proud Qianshouzhujian, thinking about it carefully, Zhujian's fate seems to be so smooth, born as the eldest son of a big family, with extraordinary skills and abilities, he naturally inherited the position of patriarch, and married his like-minded The princess of the Uzumaki clan in the country of Uzumaki is now preparing to be a father...

Especially the smiling and winning look of life, every time I really see him, I have the urge to punch him hard.

Having said that, I am also a little curious.Their husband and wife have always been deeply affectionate, and they seem to have never quarreled, which has to be envied.So I found an opportunity to ask Senju Hashirama in a roundabout way.

This guy is not a fool, so he naturally understands what he means, saying that he has always been obedient and loyal to his wife.

Uchiha Madara said that he did the same to her, giving what he wanted, and never being stingy.

Senju Zhuma pondered for a while, and after moving to Konoha, he also roughly knew the things between them. It was nothing more than the man's all-out favor to the woman and dismissiveness. Of course, in fact, most of them were Senju Zhuma's overcompensation. .

With this (wrong) cognition, he asked reflexively, "Are you too used to it?"

Before Uchiha Madara realized it, Hashirama hugged him familiarly, and the full mentor Fan said, "Madara, think about it, women, the more they are spoiled, the more they will become lawless in the end. In my opinion , Yours, it’s probably the same, if she gets used to her like this, she probably won’t feel it all the time. Create a sense of gap, a sense of gap!”

……

"Do you remember it?"

"I... I just said it casually at the time." Senshou Zhujian suddenly realized, "You are not really going to create a sense of gap for that person!"

Okay, looking at Uchiha Madara's expression now, he understands.

Uchiha Madara is naturally not a person who can do whatever Senjujuma says, but just happened to be at that time, and wanted to calm each other down, especially her.Or maybe she also wants to know, after all this time, has she really cared about herself?

But the answer seems obvious.

It seems that nothing has changed.

Or, take a step back?

Uchiha Madara was half drunk and half awake and ready to go back.I don't like to be busy, so I arranged the house in a secluded and sparsely populated place. When I went back, I was on a whim. I walked slowly from the tavern, which took a lot of time.

The mansion was hidden in the dark night, and he found a figure at the door of his house from a long distance away.The two lanterns hanging at the gate were swaying in the cold wind, the flames flickered on and off, and the figure changed with the light, so he couldn't tell who was standing at the gate.

How could Atu's keen sense of smell not notice the arrival of Uchiha Madara, she raised her eyes and saw Uchiha Madara standing not far away, just standing, without any movement.

Confused, I stood and waited for him to come.

But he never moved.

She had no choice but to jump down the steps, the snow under her feet rustled and walked towards him.

"Madara-sama, isn't it cold outside? Why don't you go back while standing?"

Oh, it's her.

As soon as A Tu got closer, he realized something was wrong, and sniffed vigorously, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah." He finally stepped up.

Finding that his mood seemed wrong, Ah Tu felt inexplicable, hesitated for a while, and followed.

Uchiha Madara just pushed open the door, and he caught a glimpse of her behind him from the corner of his eye.

The chaotic mind suddenly became clear, "You have been waiting for me just now?"

"Yes. I didn't expect you to be so late today."

It has already been found out that he is in the village today and has no mission to go out.But after squatting for a whole day, he still didn't find any sign of him, and he didn't know when he would come back. Afraid of missing him, he simply waited at the door.

"The door is unlocked, what are you doing standing outside?"

"Ah, that's because it looks a little more sincere! Actually...I'm here this time to ask for your help."

She obviously felt that Uchiha Madara's movements paused, and then walked in on her own, as if a little angry, without looking at her again.

Knowing that Uchiha Madara's mood was not right, A Tu didn't follow in, and was about to leave, "Seeing that Madara-sama seems unwell today, I'll come back another day."

"Tell me, what's the matter." He finally stopped, turned around, no trace of drunkenness could be seen in his deep eyes.

"It's nothing serious anyway, don't worry, it's the same when you come back next time."

"You wouldn't even want to come here if you had nothing to do, would you?"

Ok?

what's the situation?

Why is he talking so eccentrically...

If it's okay, why do you come here?Do you clean up for him?That was all in the past, and they used to walk around his mansion.

"Madara-sama, let me prepare you some hangover soup."

"No, tell me what's the matter."

"Are you really okay now?"

"Ah."

Atu stared at Uchiha Madara suspiciously for a while, and after hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took out a piece of paper from the skirt.

"Master Madara, I'm going out of the village recently and I need a pass. The people above told me that I still need instructions from the patriarch, but because I came in with your Uchiha clan and belong to Uchiha's jurisdiction, I need to ask you for instructions." After speaking, I respectfully handed it over.

Uchiha Madara glanced at it, but didn't answer, "Are you going out?"

"Yeah." Seeing that Uchiha Madara didn't take it for a long time, A Tu quickly glanced at his expression, there was nothing wrong with it, and then realized that he was waiting for her to explain, "Now my laundry has some Popularity, want to expand the scale, for example, open a branch or something."

Oh, it turned out to be such a boring thing.

Uchiha Madara turned and went straight back to his room.

"Master Madara!" A Tu chased after him.

"Please, I can't get out without a pass."

"It won't be long, just sign your name!"

Maybe he was really terrified, Uchiha Madara stretched out his hand, "Bring it."

"Okay, okay!" A Tu immediately presented it.

Uchiha Madara sat down cross-legged, tapped his fingers on the table, and looked at the content on the paper.It is true that the pass is genuine, the content on it is well written, the location and time are clearly listed, and the only thing that needs to be done is his instructions.

"Going out tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Pamphlet Street?"

"Correct!"

For a long time, Madara didn't make a move, A Tu thought something happened, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Finally, under the gaze of A Tu, he picked up the pen and completed the last stroke.

A Tu carefully dried the ink, folded it up and put it away contentedly.

"Then, Madara-sama, rest, I'll go back first."

Sure enough, he is in a bad mood today, so it's better not to stay longer.

A Tu just opened the door, but was quickly pulled back by a force behind him, and closed the door by the way.

Hugged into a hot embrace, and then a slightly cool face was pasted on the neck, a muffled voice came, and the cold air filled with the smell of alcohol.

"A Tu, stay with me tonight."

A Tu was stunned for a moment, oh, no wonder he looked weird today, it turned out that he was lonely... Counting it, it seems that we haven't been together for some time.The dragon ball is no longer hidden in his body, so naturally he doesn't need the maintenance of the demon power. The demon power is much more stable, so he doesn't have the same impulse as before.

But men, express understanding and understanding.When I said that I was willing to try to get along with him, even if it was not counted in name, I was actually considered a hot friend. After all, I was the one who flirted with him first.

"it is good."

Suddenly, she felt a sigh of relief from behind, and the hand that restrained her loosened a little.

Madara asked, "Are we reconciled?"

"Reconciliation?" A Tu turned around with a puzzled expression on his face, "What reconciliation? Did we quarrel?"

Her memory is missing?

Quickly recall when was the last time I met Uchiha Madara.

"Ah, are you talking about the previous house?"

There is silence behind the fans, it seems so.

What happened that time couldn't be called a quarrel, she was just a little unhappy, and she just showed him face on the spot, how dare she quarrel with him.

According to Uchiha Madara's meaning, she moved to live with him directly, but she didn't think about many things, the Dragon Ball matter, the last time the mysterious man in coir raincoat, including what attitude and identity to face Uchiha Madara, It's all a mess, and I haven't dealt with it well, so I can't be in the mood.

And then he was really busy, busy with this and that, and occasionally got news from others that it was nothing more than his going out on a mission, so he didn't care about him at all, so he forgot it.

"Do you feel differently about me now?"

The hot breath of alcohol hit her face.Candle lamps glowed faintly in the dark, and there was no stove lit in the house, and the only heat came from behind itself.

After a moment of silence, Ah Tu turned around, grabbed his skirt, pulled him down, and kissed him.