[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

? What she hates the most is rainy days.

Every time it rains, the air begins to smell of dampness.The rain falling on the eaves interweaves into rain curtains, covering the sight of the day and the place, as if to wash away all the traces and stories until only the original cleanliness remains.The rain soaked her body in the cold, and the skirts of her clothes were invaded by dampness.

The rain washes away all the coverings, and seems to return all objects to their original appearance.All appearances and makeup, beauty and camouflage, no matter how carefully designed and carefully covered, will be easily removed by the washing water, revealing the original ugliness and embarrassment.

And every time it rained, the wound on her body would start to ache for some reason.Thousands of accumulated scars appeared at the same time, as if they had been scheduled at the same time, so she had to curl up in the corner of the eaves, trembling and biting her arms to relieve the pain that she could not ignore.

She hates rainy days.

How nice it would be if every day was sunny, every day had sunshine that could dispel darkness and shadows.How nice it would be to have no sore spots and darkness, no dampness and coldness, no shivering curled up in a corner, and no trembling and trembling caused by cold invasion.

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She hates rainy days.

She used to think that way until she was 12 years old.

She remembered it as a loathsome, dreary rainy day, too.The raindrops falling all over the sky splashed on the roof and the courtyard, making a dull and endless sound.The raindrops condensed under the eaves kept falling along the arc of the eaves, dripping into the puddles, and splashing broken water.

The scars on his arms and back began to ache for a long time because of the wet and cold weather.It was as if someone had uncovered the scars on her body alive, and washed them countless times with wet and cold water.She tried her best to shrink her body, and placed herself in the corner of the room, not caring that the dust in the corner stained her somewhat yellowed skirt.

She tugged on the already shortened cuffs, trying to use the cuffs to cover a horizontal scar on her arm, but she quickly gave up on this futile effort.

Just change one.

She let go of her cuffs, wrapped her hands around her knees, and quietly sank herself into silence.

The raindrops outside the house kept falling from the sky, like a basin of endless water.She counted in boredom, interrupted by sudden pain, and started again.

320 one, 320 two, 320 three...

The pain in her back made her bite the corners of her lips unexpectedly, until the salty taste spread between her lips and teeth.

one two three four……

The counting starts all over again.

120 one, 120 two...

I don't know when the endless rain will stop.

She thought so, but suddenly noticed some unusual noises mixed in the rain.In addition to the sound of water dripping into the puddles in the courtyard, there were people's heavy footsteps that broke the water surface of the courtyard in a hurry, coming towards her in a hurry from far to near.

The footsteps that stepped on the puddle finally stepped on the somewhat old wooden corridor of her house with a dull sound.Then, there was a clear voice belonging to a teenager: "Excuse me—is anyone there?"

Except for the sound of raindrops falling on the roof and the courtyard, no one answered.

"Is it an empty room?" The boy said to himself under the eaves: "It doesn't feel like it."

His voice passed through the empty corridor, startling her who was curled up in the corner.

It seems that for a long time, I haven't heard such a voice.It is not her own, nor is it the voice of wind or rain, it belongs to the voice of ordinary peers.

A thought suddenly flooded her mind, overwhelming all her concerns about physical pain.

"Go and see."

The thought grew stronger, urging her body to act without permission.The sore spots on the arms and back seemed to disappear under the drive of curiosity. For a moment, the illusion of the clear voice seemed to overshadow the boredom brought about by the dull rainy day.

She stood up, walked through the empty, somewhat dilapidated house, and pushed open the outermost door.The sound of the door leaf moving startled the young man who was twisting his sleeves under the eaves.The boy kept the posture of twisting his sleeves, and turned his head with a bit of bewilderment, just in time to meet the eyes of the girl standing in the gap between the doors.

The short black hair is shaved into a refreshing watermelon head, and the eyes are the same color as the hair, which is as black as ink.Because of his immature age, the facial features have not yet opened, and his brows are frowning nervously.His clothes were soaked from the rain, and he was sitting cross-legged in the corridor at this moment, grabbing the fabric with both hands and trying to wring out the water.

The moment her eyes met, she was slightly disappointed.

It turned out to be a boy shorter than her.

Her hand by the door dropped, habitually began to shrink into her sleeves.

And the boy who twisted his sleeves was also looking at her unobtrusively at the same time.

Eleven or twelve years old, about the same age, he should be a boy, but his hair is a bit long.His hair color is also black, it has gone past his shoulders, and his hair looks soft.The facial features are very beautiful, different from other boys who grew up shouting and killing, they look a little different and delicate.

This guy... looks taller than him, but his white clothes have turned yellow, and he's obviously one size smaller.I don't know what habit is hunched over, and my hands have been pulling the sleeves to shrink into it.Just by his heavy footsteps and his undisguised habitual movements at the moment, it can be judged that he is not a ninja.

Just an ordinary teenager of the same age, living here in seclusion for unknown reasons.

"Well, hello..." The boy with the watermelon head narrowed his eyes and greeted her: "It's raining a little bit, and the river in front of me is full, which changed my way home. So I just Borrow the eaves to shelter from the rain..."

"120 three."

The other party's voice stopped the watermelon-headed boy's explanation, and turned into a hesitant question: "Huh?"

"There is no extra bedding, no hot tea and candles. You just sit there." She said simply, and raised her chin at the end of the sentence, as if with a kind of condescending pride.

The watermelon-headed boy twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

This is really a direct and impersonal veto...

"I'll just sit here." The watermelon-headed boy seemed to have no more water dripping from his sleeves. He sat cross-legged under the eaves peacefully, looking up at the rain in the sky, as if waiting for the moment when the rain would end .

And she was lying on the gap between the door, across an empty room, carefully peeping at this strange visitor.Her focused and unreasonable gaze made the watermelon-headed boy turn his head a few times, staring back with full of vigilance, and turned his head away from each other the moment their eyes met.

This back-and-forth game keeps her entertained, and it seems that the pain in her back and arms will not go away.Even the sound of rain beating on the roof is not so annoying.

120 three stops at 120 three forever, and there is no need to continue counting.

Just reset to zero.

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After pouring down rain all afternoon, it finally stopped gradually.The dense rain gradually became scattered and scattered, and the field of vision became clearer and wider.Before long, only the occasional raindrops were left, slowly beating the already soaked ground.

"The rain has stopped." The boy with the watermelon head crossed his legs stretched out his right hand and dangled in the air for a while, making sure that no more raindrops would fall on his palm.So he stood up, turned around and said to the peer who was still lying on the door and watching, "Thank you for the hospitality."

Although he used honorifics, he just sat under the eaves for a while, and there was no so-called "entertainment".

The person hiding in the crack of the door seemed to grow in the shadow in the room, and he didn't respond for a long time, as if he had already merged into the shadow.

The boy with the watermelon head didn't get a reply, so he jumped down the wooden corridor.The moment the clogs touched the ground, his footsteps were stopped by the hesitant words again.

"Are you... going to go?"

Different from the strange pride and unwelcomeness of the first sentence, the words at this moment are a bit like an ordinary person longing for a playmate of the same age.

"I'm leaving. If I go back late, my brothers and father will be worried." The boy with the watermelon head looked at the still gloomy sky, and then laughed: "Maybe, there will be a chance to meet again."

Although he doesn't really want to see this strange-looking peer again...

The other party's body shrunk in the shadows poked out, but in the end he didn't come under the sunlight.It seemed that he wanted to come out to say goodbye to him, but he didn't want to let go of his pride.

"Exchange names." The watermelon-headed boy jumped to the ground, turned around, and said, "My name is Hashirama."

The other party learned his name, but did not exchange their own.

"Hello?" Zhu Jian was a little annoyed by the other party's behavior, and couldn't help but put his hands on his waist and asked, "Why don't you tell me your name?"

"Yuyue." The person huddled in the shadows whispered, "My name is Yuyue."

"Then, see you next time." Hashirama waved her hand and said, "Maybe when it rains next time, I will see you again."

As Hashirama said so, when he left, he had completely different thoughts in his heart.

There should be no time to meet next time.

If it weren't for the sudden rainstorm that washed away the wooden bridge downstream, and the rushing river and the forest hit by the rainstorm made him tired of the journey and he didn't want to continue, he wouldn't take a temporary rest here.

Such a heavy rain is too rare, and I am afraid that he will never see this boy named Yuyue again in the future. ?