[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

After a child has been in school for a long time, the pain he suffered on the battlefield or the fatigue he suffered in the fields will gradually be forgotten.The end of the year is approaching, and Zheng-chun has been in the Ministry of Finance for a long time, where ordinary people make up the majority, and gradually forgets that he is still a ninja.

"What are you looking at?" Madara jumped from the roof next door and walked towards the person who was standing still, "Is this a map of the mainland?"

Zheng-she poked at the quilt that was tightly frozen: "I didn't expect the temperature to drop so much last night."

Madara stretched out his hand to cover the hardened quilt, moving his palm at a constant speed, and the parts he stroked became soft.

Zhengchun touched the warm and fluffy quilt: "Wow! It's amazing!" It was more comfortable to the touch than the one that had been tanned!

"Just control the fire attribute chakra." Madara rubbed Masatoshi's head with his warm hands.

"Got it, doll dryer. Happy birthday! Have you received the gift?" Trying to open his arms to the maximum, he hugged the smiling young man.

"The gift is received, thank you, but now it's in the main body." Madara bowed his head and touched the tip of her nose with her.

The ninja who was secretly braiding his hair behind his back just now became stiff all over.

"Shadow Clone Technique?" Why do you feel a little ashamed?

"You know? Tomona said that apart from the people in the laboratory, Hashirama and I are the only ones who know about it."

I want to learn this ninjutsu!But now we need to go round first.

"As soon as you talk about the body, I think it should be called this." The eyes must be innocent!This is the point!

"That's true. This technique is very practical. It can be used in espionage, combat, and office work." Madara raised his left eyebrow.

"Yes, yes, yes, office use!" As soon as the various researches have to be completed by the end of the year, the development speed of Feijian will be accelerated rapidly. Is the dead line really the first productive force?

"Want to learn?" He drew his arm.

"Learn, learn!"

"Why can only one be separated?" The two political puremen faced each other and said in unison, patting each other's shoulders with both hands.

"Chakra volume... In this way, Hashirama and I can participate in the party later." Madara changed the subject abruptly.

Okay, it's not bad to have more labor force.

Watching myself take the quilt back to the office, I feel very strange: "This is Zhengchun No. [-], and Zhengchun No. [-] is on the way to arrange seats for the two of you, over."

"I'm looking forward to it." Madara's brows and eyes were smudged tenderly with a smile.

In the past, I often felt that the New Year would lose the taste of the New Year when I grew up. I just sat together, swiped my phone, chewed snacks, and complained about the Spring Festival Gala.After running here, the various Japanese customs were quite novel at first, and then gradually became boring, and even made people miss the time surrounded by electronic products. Only the interaction with family members is more attractive.

This year's New Year's can't go home, Zhengchun decided to hold a Konoha version of the gala one week in advance to bluff the simple people of the Warring States Period.

"...The cold winter is about to pass, and the warm spring will finally come. Please enjoy the performance "News of Spring"." The male and female hosts reported the program with standard professional smiles and enthusiastic voices.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and people's faces were flushed red by the stage effect created by the ninjas. They stared at the stage without blinking, for fear of missing even a scene of the performance.

Hashirama lip-synced to Masahiro: "This is much more effective than my speech."

Zheng-chun's eyes reflected the colorful stage lights after the electricity was applied, and nodded vigorously.

Shakuhachi played a distant and desolate tune, the curtain slowly opened, a crooked thatched hut was located in the center of the stage, snowflakes made of paper were almost unreal, and the cold wind blew from the stage Come.Zhengchun and the others were sitting in the back seats when they heard someone in the front row exclaim in a low voice.

"Ice escape ninja invited from the kingdom of water?"

"It's ice cubes and Fengdun. Aren't we negotiating with the country of water? They can't use their people at this stall. Don't ask, I'll show you the script later." During the rehearsal, put more ice cubes Yeah, almost made the ordinary actor catch a cold.

A few people in ragged clothes staggered and ran out of the house chasing the thatch blown away by the wind. An actor dressed as an old man coughed heart-piercingly while chasing, and another child couldn't keep up with them and fell exaggeratedly. , pointing at the leaky roof with one hand, and wiping tears with the other hand.

There was silence in the auditorium, but when you listen carefully, there are actually sighs in groups.

At this time, rumbling thunder spread throughout the hall, and the blue-purple lights created the effect of lightning, and the male bass in the choir began to chant extremely powerfully.Aristocrats in hunting clothes and Noh masks ride tall horses and lead a group of red-faced samurai ashigaru to appear on the mountain in the background, pointing at the hut with a paper fan in their hands.

"Ah!" It was the child's voice.The adults nearby comforted the crying boy one after another: "Don't be afraid, it's over."

Actors playing the role of poor people use paint and powder to make their exposed skin bluish white, and dance with large movements in prayers and supplications.The villains showed their weapons and danced to show off and gradually approached.

Some people couldn't sit still, but Tobima and Quanna had arranged for inspectors long ago, and at this time they appeared one by one from the dark and brought them back to their seats.

Seeing that the first row of ashigaru gunpoints was about to hit the shivering old man, the background music stopped abruptly, and the torrent of water appeared out of thin air, washing away the villains on the stage.A brown-haired girl in pink, with a radiant face and a gentle and compassionate smile, rode the big horned deer of the Nara family and walked slowly through the passage in the middle of the stage.

The spectators on both sides of the aisle can see that the road that was paved with red carpet just now has changed its appearance. Under the crystal clear glass, it is full of purples and reds. Even if the lights are slightly yellow, it will not damage the beauty of this spring road.

Facing hundreds of spectators, the children on the stage showed no timidity and sang with immature voices: "The cold wind makes the snow pile up, and the flames of war and famine are everywhere. Who brought the news of hope?"

The girl who came to drive the deer responded with a clear singing voice.

"Migratory birds appeared in the sky," several ninjas flew over people's heads with branches in their mouths, and circled over the children.

"Everything in the forest comes to life," as the trees spring up, stretch out their green branches, and flowers bloom on the ground, on the roofs of huts, and even in the ears of poor families.

Zhengchun shook his head at Hashirama with a surprised expression on his face, these were props prepared in advance, not Mudun.

"The warm spring breeze blows into my heart." The girl jumped off the deer and held the child's hand.

A soft female chorus: "The sunrise wakes up the morning, the earth is reborn with glory, and the sound of the burning flame composes a movement of life."

The female voice gradually weakened until there was a moment of silence.The passionate taiko drum sounded suddenly, and a group of actors dressed as ninjas appeared, using various ninjutsu with grand visual effects but little actual lethality to drive the panicked noble warriors behind the scenes.Children, teenagers, and youths in all kinds of costumes ran to the stage, helped poor families, and performed a celebratory dance.There was a burst of applause from the audience that was even warmer than before.

Children's voices, male voices and female voices began to sing in chorus: "From the northernmost valley to the southernmost Heyuan, from the westernmost barren land to the easternmost coast, what people pass by word of mouth is the news of spring..."

The cheers almost toppled the roof, Zhengchun felt someone patting her arm, she turned her head, and Madara gestured to her to go out and talk.

"My main body is outside." Madara and she walked to the door of the building, stopped and stood where they were.

"Then...?" Zheng Chun was afraid that there would be an accident at the party hosted by the Propaganda Department.

"We'll look after it for you, don't worry." Madara waved his hand outward.

"it is good."

I don't know when, Madara and Hashirama gradually stopped wearing clothes with family crests, and used to use work permits and Konoha badges to identify themselves.But like most Uchiwa fans, Madara still prefers to wear dark blue and black robes.

In the ice and snow, the young man is tall and straight, like a tall mountain covered with basalt.He raised his head, retracted the sharp edges and corners, and smiled brightly at Zheng Chun on the steps.

The two of them walked slowly hand in hand in the pure white world, jade crumbs fell from the sky and gradually covered their hair.

Zheng-chun caught a snowflake with the back of his hand and held his breath waiting for it to melt.

Madara Sora reached out and warmed her palm: "It's so cold? No wonder the snow falls and melts so slowly."

Zheng-chun looked at the fine lines between his brows that gradually faded and disappeared, his lips that were no longer pursed but relaxed, and his gaze finally met those bottomless black pupils.

"I haven't worked overtime recently, and I'm drinking ginseng tea well. My physical fitness is just like this. You don't have to worry about it."

"It's almost Chinese New Year, I have a lot of work here, you must take care of yourself." Madara never mentioned the hardships of public security and war defense in front of Zhengchun.

"I understand, you have to eat well, don't just eat bean skin sushi every day."

"I didn't." Madara smiled childishly.

Watch him change from a bewildered child to a sharp young man, and then grow into the current appearance with a gully in his chest, a strong character in his actions, and a heroic conversation; make friends with him together, discuss the way of governing the world together, and open up a new world. The pattern of helping the world.Such days are like dreams.

"I haven't sent my birthday wishes yet." He looks so good-spirited.

"Yeah." Madara rolled his eyes.

"May you get everything you ask for, and everything you wish for." For the sake of this world, for the millions of people, and to prevent your tragedy from repeating itself, I will do my best.

The gap between the two suddenly narrowed, and the warm breath dyed the pale skin red: "I want all the moonlight in this world."

"Ok?"

Madara tightened his arms, his eyes were firm and persistent, but they were no longer as sharp as a falcon, but flowed through his heart like water.

"You said we were your stars, and to me you were the only moon."