[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

? Yuyue is gone.

Hashirama smoothed her watermelon head and returned to her life.Practicing ninja alone, practicing taijutsu with his younger brother Feijian, listening to Buddhajian's serious and serious reasoning at night, and occasionally looking at the stone that he used to like to float for a while.

Autumn passed and winter came.Fine snow fell in the forest, and the water surface of Nanhe River was frozen.Then the spring came again, and the cold that covered the forests and rivers was lifted, and the four seasons began a new round of cycle.Hashirama also followed his father and returned to the battlefield.This time, the enemy he has to face is Madara.

This young man who used to wade in Nanhe River with him, daydream and talk big together, although he disliked him very much, gave him a very happy time.It's a pity that the two are still enemies after all, and they will inevitably meet each other on the battlefield.Maybe one day they'll have to kill each other.

Thinking of this, Hashirama felt a little inexplicably upset.

When he thinks of Madara, he thinks of another friend of his.

Fortunately, Yuzuki is not from a hostile family, nor is she a ninja.Even if she really becomes an enemy one day, I'm afraid she can beat her up with one punch, and then ruffle her hair into an upside-down look.

Thinking of the new hairstyle Uzuki might have in the future, Hashirama felt a little better again.

After this battle is over, Hashirama plans to meet this long-lost friend.Tomona, who has always been eyeing his friendship situation, let him walk out of Senju Mori's clan freely with great confidence, and said, "Don't worry, I will never follow you, anyway, you two are equally stupid."

Hashirama really wanted to refute, he was not stupid, Yuzuki was more stupid, but when he saw Tomona's contemptuous expression, he immediately wanted to squat down and draw circles around his knees.

As an elder brother, he has no dignity at all in front of his younger brother, which is really a failure.

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But for Hashirama, the failure was far more than that.Just being reprimanded and despised by Tomona is not enough in Hashirama's life.

For example, after many days, he walked up the familiar hillside along the path that was once submerged by the full river.The branches and leaves all over the mountain are pulling out young green buds, and the tender green leaves are shaking gently in the breeze.

In Hashirama's impression, deep in that mountain was an empty, large house that seemed uninhabited.There is an exquisite interior, but it has been abandoned for a long time. The courtyard is dilapidated and the rooms are covered with dust. It looks gloomy and terrifying when it rains. Even the flower pots in the corner of the courtyard have cracks from unknown ages.

And there lived a man about his age, who was emaciated, didn't like to see people, had no friends, and had a strange temper. The contradictory look of not wanting others to leave.

There is no hot tea, no candles, and no extra bedding.

He remembered the familiar words.

But when he finally came to that courtyard, he was a little surprised to find that it had already changed its appearance.The dilapidated flower pots disappeared, and a row of green grass appeared on the barren land.There were two horizontal lines drawn across the courtyard, and a woman with curly hair in a plum-colored kimono was holding her feet, drying the clothes in the wooden barrel beside her one by one.

The dilapidated house seemed to have been refurbished. The wooden floor was clean and bright, and the neat roof tiles were rearranged.The bell hanging from the corner of the eaves also has a clear and beautiful brilliance, and it rang slightly due to the impact of the breeze.

Looking at the woman who was drying the clothes, Hashirama stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me... are you Yuzuki's mother?"

The woman who was drying the clothes let go of her hands on the rope, turned her head, and the large clothes blown by the wind covered her face.She pulled away the hem of the clothes that covered her face, and said, "I'm just a servant hired by Yuyue to do laundry and do housework."

Hashirama felt that there were [-] Tobomas performing acrobatics with water dragon balls in his heart.

Yuyue... became rich overnight?

Last summer, she was an ordinary girl who was poor and couldn't even afford a change of cloth.After less than a year, I feel that Yuyue's quality of life seems to be better than his...

I originally wanted to donate a few clothes...

Hashirama thought of the huge package that Uzuki was carrying behind his back when he came to visit him last time, and felt that he seemed to understand something extraordinary in an instant.

"Where's Yuzuki?" Hashirama asked the woman who was drying the clothes.

"It should be in the back mountain." The woman picked up the empty wooden barrel, pointed to the hillside going up behind the house with her right hand, and said, "I don't know when I will come back. Every time she goes to see her mother, it is Like this."

"Ah?" Zhu Jian was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong with Yuyue's mother?"

"Fell asleep."

Hashirama and the woman hanging clothes heard Yuzuki's voice at the same time.

She was wearing wooden clogs, holding a green grass stalk in her hand, and her long black hair that was about to grow to her waist was loose, walking towards Zhujian, her eyes were fixed on the top of Zhujian's head.She no longer wore those ill-fitting, yellowed clothes, but new dark blue robes, which seemed to match her figure.

"Yuyue." Zhu Jian was startled by her gaze, and then covered his head vigilantly.

"Is it Xiao Yuyue's friend?" The woman who was drying clothes hugged the barrel and said with a smile, "He's a very earthy...uh, very cute child. He's not from our town, where does he live?"

"I live under the mountain." Hashirama continued to hold his head.

"Come in." Yuyue stared at the top of his head, pulled the hand that had been covering his head, and led him towards the house.

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"Because the newly painted paintings are selling well, so the boss gave you a lot of money?"

Hashirama finds this reason unbelievable.

After all, he has been living in the shadow of war and death since he was a child, and it is too late to exercise his body and practice Ninja, let alone other things that he has no chance to touch.Since he was six years old, he has been born and died on the battlefield, more interested in practicing ninja and being despised by his younger brother, painting and so on...

It's something common people like.

He remembered that Yuzuki's paintings were indeed very good. The last time she drew Hashirama and Madara were very good, the watermelon head was very earthy, Madara's black hair was also explosive, and even Madara's contemptuous expression was very vivid.

"What kind of painting is it? Can I have a look." Hashirama clasped his hands together, opened his eyes expectantly, and asked.

"Of course." Yuyue replied blankly, turned around and went to her room to get a stack of albums, handed them to Hashirama, and said, "I didn't expect that I would just draw pictures according to the original albums of ancestors." It will be so popular in one go.”

Looking at the stack of papers, Hashirama hesitated to open them.After all, I only know ninjutsu and the family, and I may not be able to understand the cells of art at all.He pondered for a while, then turned to the first picture page, and after only one glance, his face quickly turned red.He resolutely buckled the page of drawing paper, moved it away from his sight, then raised his head and asked, "What are you drawing - what a mess!"

"Huh?" Yuyue sat lazily against the door, with a little doubt on her face, she asked, "What's wrong?"

With trembling hands, Hashirama swallowed, and opened the scroll again.

With a red face, he quickly scanned up and down, and turned over three or four colored pages, then he closed the entire album and put it aside.He asked: "Well, Uzuki...do you know what you painted?"

"I know." Yuyue said lightly: "The boss said that the reading materials provided for unmarried couples will help them conceive offspring and enjoy love, so that they can experience the joy and beauty of life."

Between the pillars: ...

——No wonder it sells so well! ! !

——This kind of cover!this color!How does it feel like I saw it in my dad's room too!

"It seems quite reasonable."

"Zhujian." Yuyue walked towards him, sat in front of him, and asked, "Aren't you leaving this time?"

"Huh?" Hashirama was taken aback, put his hands on his crossed legs, and asked, "What?"

"I said." Yuyue closed her eyes slightly and said, "This time, do you want to stay with me?"

"How could that be?" Hashirama said doubtfully, "I have my own father and younger brother. I also need to accompany my clansmen, and in the future I may..."

Continue to go to the battlefield, fight with the Uchiha clansmen, and may die on the battlefield one day.

"Really." Yuyue's expression returned to indifference, and she said: "I thought that after the last farewell, you who personally broke the words will definitely stay with me this time." After finishing speaking, she turned towards Zhu He stretched out his hand from the top of his head and said, "Fortunately, you haven't changed your hairstyle."

The watermelon head in Hashirama was attacked by women again, and the beauty of the hairstyle plummeted by 99%.

Why did Hashirama, who was rubbed head frantically, feel that Uzuki's last sentence was the point? ! ...the watermelon head is more important than Hashirama!

Huizi, who was hired to clean, dry clothes, and cook, opened the sliding door holding hot tea, looked at the hot new painter in town and his cute watermelon-headed child, and asked, "Would you like some tea?" ?"

"Thank you." Hashirama sighed.

Miss Huizi put the tea in front of them, turned her head to stare at the corner of the house exposed at the end of the corridor, and said, "It's raining."

Following her words, the dense spring rain gradually appeared in the field of vision, and the crisp sound of rainwater beating on the roof tiles gradually became available.From time to time, there was the sound of water dripping along the corner of the eaves, and it seemed that there was a faint tide gradually dissipating.

Yuyue frowned imperceptibly, and put down the teacup in her hand.

Although she knew she shouldn't be in pain, she was still a little inexplicably irritable.

Another night of rain, I'm afraid she will go back to that troublesome pain and trembling. ?