[Hokage] Between a dream and a square inch

?Time turns, summer goes away quietly with cicadas and green branches, and autumn comes slowly with the golden color of a mountain and the cool breeze at dusk.The green leaves are gradually dyed into deep and shallow golden yellow, and then fall from the branches.The branches are becoming bare day by day, and a few homing birds occasionally fly in the blue sky, as if carrying news from afar, but they never stop in a hurry.

As winter was approaching, Hashirama finally came back.

Yuyue could finally talk about the problem she had endured for a long time.

"Why—why didn't I feel the existence of the child at all?" She said distressedly: "According to Keiko, after having a child, you will start to gain weight. But my body shape has not changed at all."

Zhu Jian, who was squatting on the edge of Nanhe River to pick stones, accidentally crushed a stone in his hand.

He threw down the stone powder, turned his head to look at the man sitting under the tree with a sad face, and said earnestly: "That means there are no children yet."

Yuyue's sad look disappeared, she stared blankly at Zhujian, and asked: "My child... didn't he come like that?"

"...that's how it came!" Hashirama pondered for a while, and said very seriously: "It's just because there is no 'again' so..."

Yuyue suddenly remembered that she seemed to have promised such a thing the day before Xia Zhujian left.And Hashirama did come back safely, and according to him, he fought very bravely and protected countless tribesmen. When his rival Uchiha Madara saw him, he backed his brother and backed away.

Of course, he didn't tell Yuyue that what Madara yelled when he stepped back was "Don't try to do weird things to my brother!".

Since it is something promised, it must be fulfilled.

So Hashirama came back again as he wished.

But after doing it again, everything went back to the way it was.The rest time after the war was relatively relaxed, and he ran to Yuyue when he had nothing to do.But no matter whether it is to explain the theory of probability from a scientific point of view, or to launch an emotional offensive with black and straight, Yuyue can only say a word indifferently.

"No."

Yuzuki rejected Hashirama's request for the second time today.

"You are very strange." Yuyue frowned and said, "Although we know that human beings will maintain a certain enthusiasm because of the novelty when they discover new things, but your freshness period is too long."

Between the pillars: ...

No, he didn't taste something new at all, and of course the heat wouldn't pass.

The rest of the time was like every year in the past. Hashirama ran between Mori Senju and Uzuki's house, and occasionally went to the Nanga River to feel the melancholy troubles, or sat on the cliff and watched the forests one by one Blow cool air.He took his clansmen to practice ninja together, and was reprimanded by his younger brother and father for getting into the gambling house again.

Yuyue's new painting was submitted to the owner of the painting house. The boss is very satisfied that this time the hero is finally not a watermelon head, although this black long straight does not look very individual and cannot lead the fashion trend... But as long as it is not a watermelon The head is just fine.Those beautiful and imaginative paintings appeared in the hands of the adults again, and the adults turned to the first page with trepidation. After confirming that the hairstyles of the male and female protagonists were relatively normal, they breathed a sigh of relief and started Experience the beauty of art.

Keiko, who is in charge of housework, also took her growing child to see Uzuki. It was a boy who was four or five points similar to Keiko, and looked full of vitality.Yuyue looked at the brat who was jumping around and rummaging around, touched her stomach very sadly and sighed why she didn't have a child of her own.

"Xiao Yuyue hasn't married yet." Huizi said while supporting her son, "Of course there won't be one if you haven't married."

Yuyue said she didn't know anything.

...and seeing that little guy so alive and kicking, she didn't want a boy at all.

Ah, anyway, as long as you can leave a watermelon head.Boys and girls don't really matter.

Her brushes have painted the autumn leaves, the eaves bells under the house, the fallen leaves drifting along the Nanga River, the visiting cold rain, the leafless and bare branches, and the black long hair between the pillars. straight.When she was outlining the outline with black ink, it started to rain again outside her house, and the cold wind from the gap in the open door moved the drawing paper. Go close that sliding door.

Rainwater falls down the eaves and onto the ground.The originally clear sky had already been covered by dark clouds that came quietly, and it was gloomy as if it had been covered with a layer of lead dust.The rain that was blown obliquely into the eaves hit her face, and her cheeks were wet.

Such a weather... If someone ran around on the mountain without an umbrella, he would definitely become a poor drowned chicken.

Before she closed the sliding door, she was wiping her face with her sleeve when she heard a familiar voice from outside.

"Yuyue, it's raining!"

Hashirama has been coming every day for a while now, she is used to it.But probably it hadn't rained for too long, and he completely forgot to bring an umbrella out, so Uzuki successfully harvested the wet Hashirama X1.

She stared at the dripping Hashirata, and asked, "Are all ninjas like you? I thought ninjas were very powerful."

Hashirama shook his rain-wet, sticky hair, supported his forehead and said, "The so-called ninja is someone who endures humiliation, not someone who can not be wet by rain. No matter how powerful a ninja is, like me , it will still look like this when it rains.”

Even if he doesn't encounter rain, he will become like this when he encounters an angry Higama.

Hashirama wanted to wipe the rain off his forehead so that it wouldn't affect his sight, but the back of his hands and cuffs were also wet.He put down his hand embarrassingly, but Yuyue handed him a handkerchief and said, "Use it."

Hashirama looked at the handkerchief she was putting on her hand, put it behind his back, and said, "My hand is broken." Then he bent down, put his face in front of Yuyue, and said, "Help me .”

"Then you stand here." Yuyue put away the handkerchief, watched his expression change from looking forward to full of depression, and said very calmly: "My hand is also broken."

There was a black line on the top of the depressed pillars, and she took her handkerchief with regret, and wiped the rainwater by herself.Taking advantage of the moment when he was moaning, Yuyue dug out some clean and soft clothes - all kinds of men's clothes were the last thing she lacked.She put the clean clothes in front of Hashirama, and took the wet handkerchief from his hand.

"What's wrong?" Hashirama asked, looking at her.

Yuyue took out a dry towel again and placed it on top of his head, saying, "Let me do it."

Between the pillars: ...

He hoped that when the other party took the initiative, Yuyue would completely ignore him.But when he had accepted the reality, Yuyue suddenly took the initiative to help.

Hashirama felt like he couldn't figure out what she was thinking at all.

But soon Hashirama knew why Yuzuki did that.She put the towel on top of his head, as if to wipe off the rainwater on his body, but in the end the towel only moved around the long black growth area.

——So in the end, she only cared about Hei Changzhi!

"Utsuki, I'm going to change clothes!" Hashirama put his hands on his lapel.

"Yeah." Yuyue sat behind him and followed his black hair straight.

"I really need to change clothes!"

"Yeah." Yuyue stroked the end of her hair for a while.

"...Then I won't be polite."

"Yeah." Yuyue continued to wrap her hands around his hair.

Hashirama took off his rain-wet coat, and when he was about to dispose of the rain-soaked clothes inside, Yuyue asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

Between the pillars: ...

"It's just changing clothes." Hashirama sighed, a little troubled: "Am I that scary?"

"It's not scary." Yuyue let go of his black hair and said, "It's just a little stupid."

"Then why..." Hashirama moved his body, held her wrist, and asked, "You won't do it with me?"

"What are you doing?" Yuyue was stunned: "I wiped your hair for you."

"..." Hashirama moved a little closer, and Yuzuki moved back a little.In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he simply tightened his grip on the other person's waist, so as to save her from going back a little bit.He said seriously, "I don't mean doing things like wiping hair."

"It's hot." She was pressed into the arms of the other party, her cheek was pressed against the half-removed chest of the shirt, and the wet skirt was pressed against her skin, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.After a long time, she asked: "Then you want to 'do it again'?"

"Uh..." Hashirama wanted to say yes bluntly, but he hesitated for a moment.

"But isn't a ninja supposed to be good at 'forbearance'?" Yuyue rubbed her head hard, trying to get out of his arms.

"..." Hashiragi.

It made sense, but he was speechless.

He let go of his hand, sighed, stood up and turned his back to Yuyue, changed the clothes that had been soaked by rain, and threw them aside.He unfolded the clean clothes brought by Yuyue, and when he was about to put them on, someone put his hand on his arm, stopping him from putting his hand into the cuff.

"What's wrong?" Hashirama lowered his arms and asked.

Yuyue took the shirt off his hand and threw it on the ground together.She wrapped her hands around his waist from behind, pressed against his body, and murmured, "'Do it again'."

The drawing paper and pen and ink that she had forgotten lay quietly in their own place.A little rainwater leaked through the crack of the door that was not completely closed in time.Those damp waters turned the paper into a soft and thin page, and the drawing paper, together with the characters on it, was slightly wrinkled by the cold rainy wind. ?