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

The pine and bamboo transplanted into pots for landscape are full of green, red paper-cuts in the shape of cranes and turtles are pasted on the wall, gorgeous lights, ear-splitting music and thunderous cheers come through the crack of the door.

But I just think they are noisy.

Madara and Hashirama walked into the room talking, Tomona was fiddling with a coin, and Quanna was holding Shimenawa.

"Who knocked this off—do you have any glue?" Brother Tuanfan asked the person reclining on the sofa.

Zheng Chun silently took out a vial from the scroll and threw it over.

"Let's go, let's go, Mito and Akihiko are waiting for us." Hashirama embraced his younger brother with one hand and Hei Changzai with the other.

"We still need to take a group photo after the party..." Fei Jian's expression was tangled.

His brother gave him a slap, as if he wanted to slap his thoughts out of the head: "Don't worry so much about Chinese New Year."

Madara was sandwiched between the two-headed fork brothers in time, and greeted the handicraft brother: "Let's go to Quanna."

Zhengchun stood silently at the door, waiting for the men.

The snow on the road has been cleared, and some chocolate-colored snow cubes are piled up on the side of the road, in stark contrast to the white and flawless snow, like creamy ice cream sprinkled with cocoa.

In order to take care of the speed of the pregnant woman, the group walked very slowly.

"Are you okay?" Madara stopped where she was, and turned to face the scarlet figure at the end of the line.

"Ah."

Several people in Zhujian obviously quickened their pace, leaving room for the couple to communicate.

The young man stretched out his hand to cover his protruding belly: "Is it uncomfortable? He is disobedient?"

"Don't wrong people," Zheng-chun finally smiled as he felt the fetus kicking his belly, "We will protest."

There was a trace of surprise on the handsome face: "Can he hear it? Through such thick clothes?"

Males have a lower voice range and better amniotic fluid delivery.

"Usually when I talk to him, he doesn't answer; as soon as you open your mouth, he jumps like a dolphin, and he can't wait to jump out to see you." Although he knows the scientific truth, he still feels that this child He will definitely be more towards his father in the future.

Although he was suppressing a smile, the corners of Madara's mouth were almost grinning to his ears, and there was tenderness between his brows and eyes.He spread his arms around his wife, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek.

The contact between cool skin and warm lips is like ice and snow being melted by spring water.

"Oh, let's go, Mito promised to make hot pot for me-I'm not active in eating, and I have a problem with my mind."

The two walked forward cuddling in the cold winter.

"Come in, it's cold outside." Hashirama opened the door.

"Welcome!" Mito appeared behind him, holding his son's little hand and waving it gently.

Can't help smiling: "Excuse me. Ming Yan, this is a small gift for you."

The red-haired woman couldn't stop Madara, but Hei Changzhi didn't mean to stop. She smiled and watched her best friend gently put on the baby's white jade ornaments.

The little guy blinked his big eyes, hugged the jade pendant and stuffed it into his mouth.

"May you be gentle and lustrous, sharp but not harmful, restrained and not scratchy, and be a modest gentleman." Zheng Chun leaned slightly and looked directly at him.

"Ahhh, you are too good at talking, I will be under pressure to give gifts to your children in the future!" Hashirama's loud voice broke the momentary silence.

Zheng Chun smiled at the young mother with sparkling eyes, feeling the strength of her hand being held.

"The dishes are ready! Come and serve!" A voice from Tokima came from the living room.

Hashirama sat down first with his wife and children, Madara sat with Masatoshi across from their family, Quanna and Mao took another side, Tobuma sat down alone in the open space, took off the apron and folded it up.

A few people were at a strong age, had a strong appetite, and were always on good terms. Impatient with those stereotypes, they simply buried their heads in eating.

Of course, there are still necessary dialogues:

"Fried tofu doesn't need to be cooked for so long, it's already cooked."

"Quanna, put down that plate of beef."

"I'll take Mingyan to the table first, you guys continue."

"okay."

"This is the fish fillet from the door, pass it to him."

"Hashirama...don't add so many vegetables at once..."

After the dishes in the pot were emptied three times, Zhengchun said to Hashirama, "I'll take care of Mito's child for a while, and let her come over to eat some more."

Hei Changzhi's mouth was still bulging. He glanced at Madara, who lowered his head to pick up vegetables, and nodded, but Mito's crisp voice came through the wall: "Sister! No need!"

Masahiro, who was at the lowest end of the food chain in the founding group, was startled and decided to follow Mito's arrangement.

"Your human cub is quite cute." The cat shook its fur again, and the flames suddenly flowed. "I'll go and see him."

"Go." Quan Na reached out and stroked it from the top of its head to the tip of its tail.

A few stacks of plates were neatly placed on the table, the boiling water in the pot gradually cooled down, and the face that was reddened by the heat gradually returned to whiteness—of course, the black face in Hashirama remained unchanged.

Madara took the tableware that Zheng-she had arranged, "Go and wash your hands." He said.

Quanna helped the pregnant woman, and then cleaned up the table with Tomona, while Hashirama carried the pot and followed Madara to the kitchen.

"Isn't this kind of life too comfortable?" After the arrangement was settled, Hashirama lay on the tatami mat and sighed.

"It's been a long time since I've been on the battlefield, and I almost forgot what it was like." Quan Nai leaned on her chin and said.

"Just finished eating, don't lie down," Madara licked Kuro's long straight waist, "Konoha doesn't need a fat Hokage."

Tobima looked like she wanted to applaud him.

"Sitting in the office every day, how can I not gain fat, and the calluses on my hands are almost gone." Hashirama bounced up like a fish.

"I used to have no time to stay at home. I didn't have to do anything, I didn't have to think about anything... Even if it's the New Year, the whole family can't get together..." Quan Nai stared at the wood grain on the table.

Yes, the aristocrats are going to travel during the festival, and the ninjas can receive more commissions than usual. It is normal to be too busy during the New Year.

This kind of daily life that Zheng-she is more comfortable with is very precious to them. In fact, the partners have more or less post-war traumatic stress disorder.

"In the past, we prayed for peace, but now that peace has finally come, we are a bit at a loss." The pupils in the leaf were extremely red under the lamp.

"What if after our generation retires, the successors who have not experienced the war indulge in a comfortable life?" Hashirama's eyes also became serious.

"'An Yi' ah...'I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of being uneasy; if I don't want my life, I want to be easy'..." Zheng Chun leaned on the quilt, his eyes were a little hazy.

"People have to get used to this peace, and don't let people think that this peace is unbreakable." Spotted twisted her braid between her fingers.

"'Be prepared for danger in times of peace, and be prepared when you think about it.'"

No one answered, and the room was extremely quiet.

"It's Chinese New Year, what have you guys done to make the atmosphere so heavy." A female soft voice came over.

He almost didn't recognize Nekomata in Mito's clothes.

"But that's fine, let's talk in a low voice, the little guy is asleep." It, no, it's her now, standing beside Quan Nai.

"Then let's go first." Madara gestured to Hashirama.

"Have a good rest, see you tomorrow." Hashirama replied with a mouthful.

"I will accompany you back to Wuyu next month?"

He clasped his fingers together, and before Madara could speak, his hands tightened a bit.

He has only one family member left, and it can be said that he has lost his hometown, so he is particularly sensitive to my homesickness.

"There was a lot of work at the beginning of the year..."

"Which day of the year does not work much. If I can take over my father-in-law and mother-in-law..."

"Ah," the spit out water vapor condensed into white mist in the air, "Mom's condition is..."

Madara glanced sideways at Zheng Chun's expression, and frowned slightly: "We should visit them more often."

"Yes." She leaned closer and took his arm.

There is snow piled up on the tree branches on the street, and when the wind blows, thin snowflakes drift down.Two chubby birds squatted very close, as if warming each other.

Zhengchun looked up at Xinyue.

But... the real hometown can never go back. I have been homesick all the time in my life, but I can only work hard to make the place where I live look like home.

"Because they are our relatives, I, Quanna, you, and this kid, we are a family with them." Madara took her hand to touch the bulge on her lower abdomen.

The silver-clad world makes the young man in black-patterned haori more eye-catching, just like a bit of ink on white paper, adding a thick stroke to the scroll.

"Zhengchun, let's go home." The black-haired young man said solemnly.

The author has something to say: The original title of this chapter is "Unspeakable Missing"