To be precise, the little guy woke up the moment he approached the door. However, when the little guy unceremoniously sat on his belly, he had to give up the extravagant hope of squinting for a while.
"Yuzuru! Ni-chan!"
"Get up quickly!"
"Have a meal!"
Hyuga Yuzuru opened his eyes helplessly, and in front of him was the smiling Hinata Neji, who had no idea what bad thing he had done.
Neji, who is already three years old according to his age, is worthy of the name of a future genius. He has already mastered running, wrestling, getting up and continuing to run. His vocabulary and logic of speech are also quite mature.
Um!
He is indeed my younger brother.
Hinata Yuzuru stopped staying in bed and sat up, holding the little guy in front of him. He smiled and teased his face with his fingers. His soft, jelly-like face was quite tactile to play with.
"Ni-chan!" Neji shook his head. Although he felt uncomfortable having his cheek touched, he still smiled very happily. He stretched out his little hand to grab his face in retaliation, but his short hand was completely enough.
Without him, I could only wave in the air, scratching at the air, and puffed up my face in anger.
"Brother Yuzuru! I hate it!"
He said angrily, his little white eyes widened.
"Okay, I'm going to get up, don't I want to eat?" Hinata Yuzuru had to sit up and put his face close to his face, but he didn't expect that Neji jumped directly on him, holding his neck with both hands, and
He rubbed his face with his cheek...
"Hey! We met!"
Neji chuckled.
"I really want to record your childish look and show it to you ten years later..." Hinata Yuzuru simply got up without him and slowly started to get clothes.
Being accustomed to dressing up in tight clothes, it was quite uncomfortable to suddenly return to the kimono posture of the Hyuga family.
Neji was reluctantly thrown to the ground by him, spinning around his legs, but unwilling to leave him first.
Even though we haven't seen each other for almost a year, the little guy doesn't feel unfamiliar with him. Instead, he becomes even more clingy because he hasn't seen him for a long time... Do children remember people this way?
After putting on the kimono, Hinata Yuzuru had to bend down again and pick him up: "Are you ready?"
"Um!!!"
"Yushenni-chan, I like it the most!"
It would be nice if it was a sister.
Hinata Yuzuru looked at him and couldn't help but laugh. Neji now does look as cute as a little girl.
She carried him out of the house, and not far away, she arrived at the living room where the family was dining. The low table was already filled with sumptuous food. Mother and father were sitting on their seats, looking at the two brothers with a smile.
"Oh, I cooked all my favorite things today. It's just that it's so rich in the morning, and I won't be able to eat at noon."
Hyuga Yuzuru said leisurely. When Hyuga Hizashi saw his son's lazy look no different from before, he couldn't help but curled up his lips, and then said with a straight face: "Your mother made these with her own hands in the morning! Eat them.
I’ll eat it even if it’s not enough!”
"Why are you so mean to him!" Unexpectedly, his mother did not understand his good intentions at all. Instead, she scolded Hinata Hizashi and said angrily: "Yuzuru just came back and slept for one night. He is so tired and can't eat."
It’s normal to eat.”
She turned her head and smiled softly: "You can eat as much as you want. What do you want to eat for lunch?"
"How about hot pot? You said you wanted to eat hot pot before. Mom has tried it many times at home alone. You should be able to try it now."
While his mother was talking, Hinata Hizashi had a strange expression on his face. Thinking of the hot pot he had eaten dozens of times this year, the messy and weird smell made him feel a little nauseous.
God knows what the hell the taste of the 'mushroom soup', 'spicy' and 'butter' in Hinata Yuzuru's mouth is. Even the simplest-sounding fungus soup and spicy made Hinata Hizashi rush to the toilet in pain countless times.
...
My mother is weak, so when making new dishes, she usually just tastes the saltiness to avoid being upset, but she suffers from a bad day. Even if she says it's not delicious, she can only eat a little bit in frustration when faced with the disappointed look on her wife's face.
.
"Really!?" Hinata Yuzuru was quite surprised. He just casually mentioned it during a casual chat. He never expected that his mother would remember his casual talk.
The mother smiled softly: "Ah! The spicy taste may be lacking, mainly because I don't know what spicy means, but the taste of mushroom soup hot pot should be pretty good."
"Oh! Let's do it at night! I might not be able to make it at noon." Hinata Yuzuru put Neji down and asked him to sit down obediently before he sat down on his seat.
Hizashi glanced at him: "You just got home and are you going out again?"
"Well, I'm going...to give flowers to my senior." After Hinata Yuzuru finished speaking, the atmosphere in the house suddenly became tense. Only Neji was still clapping his hands cheerfully: "Hot pot! Hot pot!"
To be precise, Japanese hot pot is sukiyaki, which is different from the hot pot mentioned by Yuzuru Hyuga. The Chinese pronunciation that my mother used before was also quite non-standard. When Ningji repeated it, it was like he was talking about train train.
Hinata Yuzuru chuckled and nodded to his father: "So, let's eat when we come back tonight?"
Hinata Hizashi suddenly became a little restless.
Strictly speaking, this may be a good opportunity for him to show his father's majesty. Perhaps, he should drag Yuzuru outside, say a lot of profound words, and finally put his arms around him with disdain and tell him to cry if he wants to.
Come out, and then look at his crying expression, and witness with your own eyes that your son has become a little more mature.
But no matter what, the appearance of Hinata Yuzuru at this moment does not seem to be what he thought.
"That's it." The mother hesitated to speak. Finally, she just picked up the chopsticks and said, "Try the fried pork chop. It uses a new sauce."
"Well, thank you, Mom."
Just when Hyuga Yuzuru was about to start his mouth, he saw Neji staring at him pitifully. He couldn't help but smile, put the fried pork cutlets on his plate, and took another piece himself.
"Okay, Mom, I should be at home for a while, so there's no need to make it so grand."
"Really? There won't be any more missions?"
"Well, at least, I should be able to celebrate the New Year at home."
"Great! Then, how about mommy taking you shopping for clothes tomorrow? You seem to have grown a little taller again. Shouldn't it be time to change your shoes? Ah, hair, how about mommy giving you a haircut tomorrow?"
Mother was nagging and arranged the schedule all the way back.
Hinata Yuzuru just smiled softly, moved his chopsticks inadvertently, and distributed the delicacies on the table to his family members. Before each chopstick was about to be lifted, he put his target on the other person's plate.
Mother and Neji were completely unaware, but Hinata Hizashi's expression was shocked and strange.
This guy's eyes roll...
How far have you practiced?
Without opening your eyes, can you reach such a level of observation?
But, if this ability is used on the dining table... isn't it a bit overkill?
But, it seems...it's really cool.
Hinata Hizashi straightened his back, with a rare smile in his eyes. He stopped moving his chopsticks at all. He just wanted to eat something. When his eyes moved, his chopsticks moved slightly, and Hinata Yuzuru picked up what he wanted to eat.
Sometimes, Hinata Hizashi would be mean-spirited and deliberately look away, but his chopsticks would extend in another direction, but no matter what, Hinata Yuzuru made no mistake.
He was almost full before he looked at Hinata Yuzuru. As expected, he was looking at him with both helpless and funny eyes.
The father and son played childish games in tacit understanding under the eyes of their mother.
After eating, Hizashi hugged Neji and Yuzuru sat on the steps in front of the door, looking at the dry landscape in the yard and sitting quietly for a while.
After drinking the hot tea made by his mother, Hinata Yuzuru slowly stood up.
"I'm going."
"Um."
After a brief conversation between father and son, Hinata Yuzuru went home and changed into regular ninja clothes. He put on a forehead protector and used a finger-engraved seal to deepen the color on the caged bird on his head. After confirming that it was correct, he wiped it dry.
Glasses lenses, go out of the house.
Before going out, as expected, he met a pair of white eyes.
Hinata Kaoru smiled and waved at him in the corner. I don't know where she found such a strange and inconspicuous corner, and hid in it to watch him.
But he only smiled back temporarily and did not come forward to reminisce about the past.
After going out, he quickly walked to Konoha's flower shop.
The flower shop run by Mrs. Yamanaka is not closed today.
Hinata Yuzuru walked to the door. Mrs. Yamanaka, dressed in white, was waiting here for a long time with Ino Yamanaka in her arms.
The beautiful woman who looked graceful and regal yesterday looked a little more haggard today.
"I knew you would definitely come...let's go?"
Mrs. Yamanaka stretched out her hand and saw a bouquet of extremely bright roses.
Hinata Yuzuru took it gently, without asking her how she knew it. She just bowed respectfully: "Thank you."
The two of them didn't say much and went straight to the commemorative monument.
At this time, in front of the commemoration monument, ninjas wearing different ninja costumes, family costumes, mourning clothes, and ANBU costumes remained solemn and stood quietly in front of the monument. The three generations headed by them were looking at the memorial monument with complicated eyes.
Monument, I don’t know what I am thinking about.
The number of people is not small. Among those wearing hemp and wearing mourning, there are even many ordinary people who are not ninjas. They may be members of the mountain clan.
As a family with a clan in Konoha, the Yamanaka clan will hold deer funerals within the family, but the ceremony of the commemorative monument will not be absent.
Uchiha Shisui, without a mask and wearing a blue half-sleeve with the crest of the Uchiha clan, was waiting here quietly, not knowing how early he arrived.
Hinata Yuzuru is never late, even now there is still more than an hour before the agreed time...
No words were spoken, and no polite greetings were exchanged. Those who were familiar with each other only nodded slightly after making eye contact.
Until the time arrived at the scheduled moment, the last ninja had arrived at the scene half an hour ago.