[Comprehensive] Did Zhixi watch pretty boys today?

Zhi Xi's mood is a bit complicated.

If you really want to be serious, not counting the time she saw Madara in her dream not long ago, it was only a month or so since the last time the two met, and it wasn't even considered...the reunion after a long absence.

But not so for Madara.Looking at his current appearance and figure, Zhixi knew that many years had passed between them.

In other words, regarding this reunion, the two people should have quite different moods.

At this time, she was hugged by a tall and silent man, and his coat was still wrapped around her body——she didn't even feel the smell of that coat, let alone the man who hugged her and walked towards a certain direction without saying a word. people.Even though she knew that he was Madara growing up, Zhixi couldn't complete the psychological transformation in a short period of time: the current Madara was a stranger to her.

He must have experienced many things in these years, it should be... not a good thing, she thought, there was a cold iron-like evil spirit on him, and a sense of coercion that belonged only to the superior.Madara's hair has grown a lot. She only glanced at it a moment ago and noticed that the end had reached her waist. Now being held like this, a few strands of long hair inadvertently fell near her cheeks following his movements, scratching her Zhixi's earlobe was slightly itchy.

She finally couldn't hold back, and laughed softly.

"……how."

The man paused slightly.

Zhixi shook her head, turned her body slightly, grabbed a strand of his hair with her left hand and wrapped it around her fingers, it was hard and tied, and it was not the hair quality that would easily change shape due to external force.

She remembered that she had read in a book before that most of the people with stiff hair had a stubborn temper and they would not give up easily.

"Madara," she said, "you're still so stubborn with your hair."

spot:"……"

She was always like this in the past, always rubbing his head whenever she could. At that time, he resisted many times with the excuse of "don't touch a man's head casually", but in the end he was always greeted by the girl's light " You are still a younger brother" blocked back.

Her hands are small, and they don't weigh much on top of his head, but whenever he sees the girl squinting and smiling contentedly, he always feels like a big dog.

But at those times, even Madara himself felt as if there was an invisible tail wagging happily behind him, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

How long has it been?he thinks.

How long has it been since I saw her, and how long, no one dared to treat him like this.

The air in the morning was chilly, and as soon as she went out, Zhi Xi was provoked to cough a few times, and her eyes looked at her, the girl's brows were wrinkled because of coughing, but there was a layer of clear nostalgia in her eyes, really Definitely, as if happy for such a reunion.

What kind of mood should he be grateful for? After such a long time, she is still the same.

"...Mmm." After a long time, he responded in a low voice.

Then the pace of his feet quickened a little.

Even though it is a relatively peaceful period now, everyone has experienced wars and understands that such "peace" is shaky and shattered at the touch of a touch. Therefore, in the settlement of the Uchiha clan, there are responsible patrols from morning to night every day people.

But now, they all opened their eyes wide in astonishment, looking at their powerful and reliable patriarch, the woman in his arms who could be judged to be a foreigner just from her appearance.

For a while, there were gasping voices, but I don't know if it was because the patriarch's complexion was really not good, and the air pressure around his body was also very low, so no one dared to ask.They just stopped what they were doing, and stretched their necks one by one to get a closer look at the woman.

Zhixi was a little uncomfortable being looked at by those eyes, and moved her body to want Madara to put herself down, but the man didn't know if he was wrong, so he just looked at her indifferently with lowered eyes, and then retracted his arms even tighter. tighter.

It was like, deliberately doing this, allowing her to be stared at by those people.

Like, a silent announcement.

Zhi Xi was taken aback by her own thoughts.

Fortunately, the journey was not very long, and after a while, she came to a house—— Zhixi thought that this should be Madara's residence.

It was after entering the door that the man who had been silent all this time opened his mouth first, as if a switch had been pressed, "I'll go boil the water, you take a bath."

It's not a negotiating tone at all.

Zhi Xi knew her current situation, taking a hot bath first was the wisest choice: she hadn't warmed up since she was splashed with cold water last night, and it might be too late to take a bath now.

But she also noticed early on that the world is still very backward, and there is no such thing as running water, let alone a water heater.That's why what Madara just said was that he went to "boil the water".

This is a bit of a sin, although the two played well in the past, but anyway, the current Madara is a patriarch after all... It seems that he is still a particularly dignified iron-handed patriarch, let him boil bath water for himself, Zhi Xi felt a little flustered.

So she cleared her throat and said tentatively, "I..."

"By the way," Madara interrupted her, "I'll cook the porridge later, is there anything else you want to eat?"

Zhi Xi: "..."

"Then I will follow your previous taste."

"...whatever you want," Zhi Xi gave up on herself, "I want to drink fish soup, remember to chop some ginger to remove the fishy smell, ah yes, and some tofu."

Madara glanced at her, "I knew it."

He knew that the obedient and obedient behavior along the way just now was all an act of faking.

"Madara, I heard Nadeko say you hate fish, is that true?"

Zhi Xi sat on the edge of the bathtub, swinging her legs leisurely, looking for topics to talk about.

"fake."

The man squatted by the stove and fanned the wind. The fire made his forehead sweat. Hearing this, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat that was about to flow into his eyes: "You don't have to believe anything she tells you."

Princess Zhixi wanted to take a bath, and no matter how powerful he was, he had to do it. While watching the fire, he paid attention to watching her—even the firewood for boiling water was lit by Madara with ninjutsu. Not long ago The girl was also startled, and she wanted to see it again after screaming a few times.

It's too much trouble.

"That Madara, didn't you prepare that dress for her?"

"No."

That's what I prepared for you.

The man poured the hot water into the bathtub, raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and cast a glance at her: "It's time to wash, I'll add cold water by myself, I'll go out first."

Zhi Xi withdrew her gaze from the set of dresses he took out after entering a certain room, and looked at him after hearing the words: "Then, whose clothes are these?"

After a pause, he continued: "I know that at your age, you should be married...It's not good to wear the hostess' clothes without saying hello."

Zhi Xi thought to herself that there was nothing wrong with what she said, and she was well-mannered, but for some reason, the man's already uncertain face became darker after hearing the last sentence. Has clenched into a fist.

Bad, she thought, could it be that his wife had...

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird, and an inexplicable silence spread between the two of them. Zhixi searched for a way to change the subject less bluntly. Before she could speak, Madara finally made a move.

He turned and walked out the door.

"The clothes belong to the mistress," he said. "I have no family."

While soaking in the hot water, Zhixi thought a lot.

The cold hands and feet gradually warmed up, and the warm water wet her long hair. She exhaled contentedly in the hot air, but it turned into a sigh halfway through.

Madara said he hadn't married yet.

This question is more serious... Anyway, she watched him grow up, and now he is such a big man, but he is still alone.

this is not good.

Originally, Zhixi thought that things are different from people, and after so many years, he has become a completely different person from the past, but after the communication and contact just now, he can still see the shadow of the past in him: gentle, awkward , Will take care of people.

At best, he just looked a little fiercer and talked less - but when they first met, the little boy at that time was no different from the current patriarch.

It's a time of war again. Under such circumstances, according to the laws of history and social rules, people should marry early and have children. Why hasn't Madara married yet?

But... Zhi Xi recalled what he saw in the house just now, and was a little puzzled: why didn't he see his younger brother?

The relationship between the two is so good, and Madara hasn't married yet, and they should live together in such a big house.

After changing her clothes, she stepped out of the bathroom door, and as soon as she took a step, the tempting aroma of food came from her nostrils.After being stimulated by the hot water, Zhixi was already hungry, and followed the source of the aroma to find the kitchen.The man's long hair was tied into a ponytail, and he was trying the flavor of the soup with a long spoon in his hand.

He turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and his eyes stayed on her for a short time—the eyes were so real that Zhi Xi suddenly felt a little nervous for some reason.

"……suitable for you."

After two seconds, he said.

There was an imperceptible hint of relief in the voice.

Too much time has passed, and even the girl's appearance has gradually become blurred—until today, when he saw her in that interrogation room, he realized that her face had been engraved in his memory .

Fortunately, he has considered the size of the clothes for a long time, and there will be no mistakes when wearing them on her body.

Fortunately, time has treated her so favorably, allowing her to remain the same.

He scooped up another spoonful of soup and blew it, then put his hand to the girl's lips, "Taste it."

Zhi Xi did as she said, the fish soup was boiled into milky white, and the pot was tumbling, and she could see small pieces of white tofu floating up and down. The taste immediately filled the mouth.

"It's delicious." The girl narrowed her eyes contentedly.

Madara raised an eyebrow.

after awhile.

"...Did you try it with this spoon just now?"

"Ah."

The man turned off the stove, put the soup in the pot into a bowl, and took a moment to glance at her, "What's the matter?"

"...No, nothing."

It's just...it just feels a little weird.

However, my sister and younger brother share a spoon once in a while, so it’s okay, right?

……

After eating, Zhi Xi wanted to be honest and conscious to wash the dishes, but before he could pick up the plate, he was stopped by the man. He couldn't help but hold her wrist, Rumo's eyes swept over her. Glancing at the room where he had taken his clothes before, he said, "Go to sleep first."

Zhixi bit her lower lip, "...No, Madara, I'm not used to it."

Whether it was the considerate care before, or the strong gentleness now - it was difficult for her to adapt to the sudden change of image of the brother next door into a mature and domineering man.

Although facing him like this now... I'm really ashamed to call myself my sister.

"Then get used to it quickly."

The man walked into the kitchen, and the voice came around the corner, "Go to sleep first, and when you wake up, I'll show you a few people."

Zhi Xi was taken aback, "Ah? Is it someone from your clan—but why?"

Since yesterday, she has learned how xenophobic people in this clan are. As the head of the clan, the high-profile movements that carried her all the way before were enough to cause him trouble, but now she still wants to take her with her. Seeing people... Is this necessary?

"Don't be too nervous, they dare not embarrass you."

As if being pleased by the imminent enemy in the girl's voice, the slightly calm voice finally had some ups and downs, "Just let them get to know you, and then...set a date."

He is no longer the boy who couldn't do anything.

How could a person who finally got it let go again.