[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

?It's not a rainy day, so I probably won't come.

Yuyue thought so, sitting in front of the door without hope.The hanging legs shook slightly, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the ground, leaving shallow scratches on the soil layer.

The afternoon sunlight was a bit dazzling, covered by the overgrown forest leaves, sporadic sprinkled on the ground through the gaps in the leaves.As soon as the wind blows and the leaves shake, the light spots and shadows begin to move quietly, accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other.Except for the sound of the wind and the shaking of the blades, there is no other sound.

She has been sitting there quietly, staring boredly at the only road leading to the door of the house.Occasionally, I got thirsty, so I got up and fetched water in the house, and continued to sit in the original position with the teacup in hand.When the head is raised, the neck and chin have beautiful curves, and the water droplets hanging from the corners of the lips trickle down the skin at the corners of the mouth.She stretched out her fingers and wiped away the slippery water on her face.

When there is water on your face, it feels like it is raining.

The sun gradually set in the west and disappeared into the depths of the main forest.The diffuse sky gradually turned into golden red, and the cool wind at dusk blew her black hair and skirt.She lowered her head and played with the teacup in her hand.

There are faded patterns on the teacup and delicate carvings on the bottom of the cup.It's just that there is a crack in the rim of the cup that has not been repaired, destroying its original integrity and delicacy.

"That—sorry, the bridge hasn't been repaired yet."

The voice from Hashirama came from not far away, she raised her head and put the teacup in her hand beside her.

The boy with the watermelon head stood at the gate of the courtyard, touching his head in embarrassment.He is not a wet soaked chicken today, he is dry all over, his black hair looks fluffy, with a cute curve, which made her want to touch him.It's just...the face seems to have been punched, and the cheeks are red and swollen.

"There's no hot tea or bedding," she said.

"There are no extra candles either." Zhua Jian said naturally, "Besides, it's sunny today, so I don't need those things."

Yuyue patted the place beside her and said, "You can sit for a while before leaving. You don't need to take shelter from the rain anyway."

Hashirama put down the hand that was touching her head, walked towards the position beside her, and sat down cross-legged in the familiar place.He supported his cheek with one hand, and touched the red and swollen place on his face with the other hand, and said, "I'm really sorry, I think it might rain later, so excuse me... Take shelter from the rain."

Hashirama himself felt that this reason was not sufficient.

He looked up at the sky, the weather was so good—it didn't even look like it was going to rain in the evening when there were no clouds.

But... because I feel very confused on the road of life, so even after I had a fight with Madara, I didn't want to go home to face the father who beat me up, so I couldn't say it at all.

"Your face..." Yuyue said, looking at the redness and swelling on his cheeks.

"Ah, this!" Hashirama hurriedly said, "I fell..."

"Did you get beaten?"

Yu Yue's affirmative words made Zhu Jian nod with the corners of his lips twitching slightly.

It's really an answer that doesn't give a little face.

"I had some conflicts with my father." Hashirama said: "You should be able to understand, right? There will always be friction between the father and the eldest son..."

"No." Yuyue squinted at his watermelon head and said, "I don't have a father, so I can't understand."

"..." Hashirama was startled, realizing that he might have poked someone else's scar.Because whenever others mentioned his younger brother and relatives who died in battle, he would also become a little depressed.However, looking at Yuyue's expression, he found that the other party did not feel any discomfort at all because of the topic of "father".So Hashirama changed the subject and asked, "Is your mother there? Do you need me to see Ri, hahaha, ahaha."

"She fell asleep." Yuyue replied.

"Oh, fell asleep..." Hashirama turned his head back, and said in a low voice, "Sleep again."

"Huh?" Yuyue was a little puzzled.

"I didn't say anything!" Hashirama waved his hand: "I didn't say anything that was so weird from sleeping from noon to night!"

"...You have already said it." Yuyue put her hands on her knees, her eyes drifted back and forth above Zhu Jian's head.

"Ah, is that so..." Hashirama realized that he had accidentally uttered the complaint, and wrapped his arms around his legs in depression: "It's annoying again... What a failure... "

Hashirama, who fell into a depression mode, was able to withstand the double attack from his younger brother Feima and his father Buddhajian.The main manifestations are: I don't care about me, but I am very depressed.

However, this defect that even Madara can't stand, seems a bit cute in Yuyue's eyes.

She couldn't help reaching out and touching the watermelon head in Hashirama.Her hand was a little too strong, and it messed up Hashirama's smooth hair.The other party grabbed her hand in dissatisfaction and asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

——This guy seems to be getting more and more beaten up?

"It feels good."

Between the pillars: ...

As the eldest son of the family, Hashirama has never been treated like this before.Even Tobima, who has been refuting how much disagreement he has with himself, dares to look at his watermelon head at most.

This divine soft hair was touched for the first time by a strange little boy in the countryside! !

And it's still the condescending, elder brother's way of touching the younger brother's head.

Hashirama straightened her hair, moved a little further, stood up and said, "I'm leaving, before it rains."

Yuyue sat on the spot, watching him clutching her hair as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, retreating in small steps, and said: "Go slowly, I won't see you off."

Because someone ravaged her hair crazily with Lushan's claws, she had to escape in a hurry, and ran back home with her messy watermelon head.

Zhujian felt that this was really one of the most unbearable memories of Zhusheng.

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Although it is very unpleasant to be touched by his hair, he will still come here to stay every few days.It wasn't because of the rain, or because the collapsed bridge was not repaired, or because the path was diverted by the full river, but because Hashirama wanted to sit there for a while.

The lush, emerald green leaves cover the sky and the sun, and the eyes are full of swaying green.Empty houses, delicate cornices, abandoned courtyards.The yellowed copper bells hanging under the eaves jingled slightly in the wind.As if forgotten by the world, there are no other people, no other animals, and no wars. This is a place where only the rain visits.

When he would sit down occasionally, he would talk to her, and the beginning would always be familiar and the same, words that even Bashirama could recite.

"No hot tea and candles, and no extra bedding" or a string of strange numbers, maybe 340 ones, or 650 twos, and occasionally forgot where the count went, so she cleared it and started again.

Then he would ask some random and strange questions, and waiting for his answer would always be a casual and lazy "um", which was a little perfunctory, but it could make Hashirama strangely feel the agreement.

In this kind of place where there is only wind and rain, only green leaves and a silent young man beside him, no matter what he says, only heaven and earth will know and agree.

"It would be great if there were no wars, and ninjas would not be hired to fight between big countries."

"Ah."

"If only children lived long enough to drink, not so many would die."

"Ah."

"Is your mother sleeping today?"

"Ah."

"Hey, let me say, do my clothes and hairdo look earthy?"

"Ah."

"...Are you really okay?" Hashirama grabbed his collar and said with some dissatisfaction: "Is it really dirty?"

Yuyue was awakened by the question of his changed tone, and looked at his neat white skirt and light onion-colored lining in a daze, then looked at his neat and smooth watermelon head, and said: "It's okay, compare with me. It doesn't look dirty at all."

Hashirama was startled, and began to look carefully at her clothes.The slightly yellowed white clothes on her body were the simplest style, and the size didn't seem to match her figure.She was taller than Hashirama, but the clothes she wore seemed to be one size smaller, so part of her calf and her slender white arms were exposed.There seemed to be faint traces of pale pink on the arm, and when Hashirama was about to take a closer look, she sensitively noticed his sight, then turned her arm over to cover it.

"Well, you look dirtier than me." Hashirama clasped his hands together and nodded: "I didn't expect you to be dirtier than me. Why don't you change one?"

"Because there are very few fabrics that can be exchanged with medicinal materials." Yuyue's eyes drifted towards the forest: "It is more important to exchange food."

"..." Where Hashirama looked at her was the lush and deep forest, and he realized that living in this kind of place might be more difficult than he imagined.

Although there is no hustle and bustle of the market at all, there is no disturbance from others, and it looks deep and quiet like a paradise without people, but it must be very inconvenient.Especially in a family without a father... just a mother who is too sick to stay in bed all day, and kids who don't grow up.

Hashirama couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic towards Yuzuki.

Although there are many children in the Thousand Hands Clan who lost their parents due to the war, the training that the ninjas received since they were young enables them to live alone.But Uzuki is not a ninja, and he doesn't know the so-called "not to show emotion even if a loved one dies" training.

Zhujian's mercy was completely dissipated because Yuyue's Lushan Claw struck again.

Hashirama dragged her hand off his head and said, "Don't touch my hair!"

"It feels good to the touch." Yuyue replied.

If Uzuki hadn't loved to caress his poor hair in a big brother way so much, maybe Uzuki would have surpassed Madara's status in Hashirama's heart and become his best friend.

It's a pity that Yuyue didn't notice his thoughts at all, and still tried to attack his soft and lovely watermelon head every time. ?