Red Dust

Although the life of the commoners in Sandyin Village is much better than before, they are not at the point where they can enjoy the hot spring hotel.

"Who knows what will happen in the future! Maybe it will happen!"

Daimaru teased in a slightly frivolous voice.

"Damaru, you..."

"what?"

Temari opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally shook his head,

"Nothing! You seem to be in a good mood..."

Involuntarily, Temari thought of the bright pineapple-headed boy in Konoha Village.

I'm not very busy, I'm not very tired, I don't have anything I'm particularly interested in, and I don't have anyone I particularly want to love. I know that I should work hard, but I don't know where to work hard.

In contrast, the brown-haired teenager with half of his face in the shadows always seems to be able to find a goal to do with enthusiasm.

"Why are you looking at me like that with something dirty on your face?"

Daimaru reached out and touched his chin.

"Huh? The beard is starting to get prickly..."

The end of youth, the beginning of youth, Daimaru is about to leave the age where he can be tolerated in the name of "children".

"When you're fine, that's all you care about? Looking at you with a deep look on your face, you thought you were thinking about something important..."

"hey-hey……"

Daimaru couldn't help but laugh.

"It's called work and rest! Kankuro and Gaara know it very well, they know they play their own way..."

"They don't know how to respect the authority of my eldest sister? They all work so hard to maintain their family's finances..."

Speaking of this topic, Temari couldn't help feeling aggrieved, wondering when the dream of a majestic "eldest sister like a mother" would come true.

"Taking care of my brother requires not only caring, but also empathy..."

Daimaru got up, grabbed Temari's fisted hand, and motioned for him to relax.

"Do you think Kankuro and Gaara don't want to spend time with their family in New Year's Eve? They are thinking of you and us, otherwise, how could you watch the night scene with me here?"

Daimaru's words surprised Temari and widened his eyes:

"They did it on purpose, just to..."

"Boys express their feelings too implicitly. There is no need for unilateral efforts between relatives. They are also caring for you in their own way..."

"That……"

Temari was a little happy in his heart, but also a little worried about gains and losses,

"Obviously it can be said clearly, just so that I have time to go out and meet you, I am so shameless as a sister..."

"I'm an only child, and I'm a little envious of the sense of accomplishment that you can quietly guard your younger siblings growing up, but..."

Daimaru's melancholy tone turned abruptly, and he laughed a little teasingly,

"They will also be my younger brothers in the future. If you can't teach me a lesson, let me come..."

Chapter 0562 The Power of Habit

Temari's attitude was softened a little by Daimaru's good words, but he suddenly became a little angry. He wanted to teach the other party's open mouth Dazui a lesson, but he guessed that he was not an opponent, so he had to hold back his intention to do it.

"Did you bribe Kankuro and Gaara long ago?"

"How come? You are their eldest sister, have confidence in yourself!"

Daimaru laughed and said,

"And I can't come up with something that will make them tempted enough to calculate you..."

Temari glanced at Daimaru, who was speaking the "big truth", with an expression of "you know the truth", snorted coldly, and said angrily:

"Don't use your crooked ways to ruin Gaara and Kankuro..."

crooked way?

Daimaru shook his head in disbelief. If others commented this way, Daimaru would spray the other party's head with blood when he opened his mouth. When has the iron-boned and upright "Red Sand Dust" uncle ever played a crooked way?

While the two were chatting, the swaying lights below gradually began to blur, and the huge floor-to-ceiling glass that was originally crystal clear was gradually covered with a layer of small water droplets, forming a new structure in the night wind in the late winter. Small ice crystals.

"It's foggy, it's really rare..."

Temari let out a light whimper, feeling a little surprised.

The air in the land of the wind is too dry, and when there is very little water mist transpiration, once the visibility is reduced, it must be the wind, sand and haze.

This phenomenon of cold fog falling from the sky occasionally occurs at the seaside when late autumn and spring are approaching. During the New Year's Eve, it is really rare to see frost and fog in Shayin Village.

In the hazy night outside, as the fine ice crystals on the glass became thicker and thicker, gradually, nothing could be seen clearly.

"This winter is a little warmer and there is no snow. Next year is expected to be another year of frequent typhoons and drought locusts."

The residents of the Land of Winds are so difficult. Without the help of the ninjas in Sandyin Village, it is estimated that many people will starve to death, and the refugees will become a disaster.

Temari, who sighed lightly, did not wait for Daimaru to agree, and turned his head strangely, only to see the guy beside him who was still feeling the growing beard, stretched out his hand and gently stroked, on the water-filled glass, he drew a few small pictures. Small silhouette.

The stinky boy with an arrogant smile should be Daimaru, and the big three-headed head next to him with a different style of painting, looking at the girl with a silly face, can tell from the hairstyle that it is Temari.

"What the hell did you draw, am I that pudgy look?"

Temari was a little dissatisfied,

"The ninja school has a drawing class, right? How did you pass the level?"

"Exaggerated drawing, don't you think it's cute?"

"I don't understand your aesthetics..."

Temari didn't quite accept this kind of strange "sketching".

There are already many novels with strange themes in the ninja world. There are also "print stories" that are serialized in magazines and distributed to all parties by mail, but they are all primitive, either too young, or biased towards legends and heroes. Legends, etc., the kind of tough guys with tenderness and blood on the knife, the soft "cute style" did not appear at all, and no one would appreciate it.

"It doesn't matter, just see who it is!"

Daimaru grinned, not in the slightest frustrated by the "art of innovation" not being understood.

"You really..."

Temari sighed softly,

"What should I say? He's a guy who easily ignores the atmosphere..."

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it if you don't understand, praise you!"

Temari smiled without explaining.

Probably in the mind of the idiot in front of him, he didn't bother to pay attention to the aura that he involuntarily exudes.

Although the two talked for a long time, they didn't actually say anything, and there were very few meaningful topics, and even the occasional silence made the time interval between the two conversations extremely long.

For example, watching the night scene earlier, the topic between the two was intermittent, sometimes not even connected at all; and just now, Daimaru seemed to be painting with great interest, while Temari just watched quietly.

Even if there is no communication, when the two get along, they do not feel embarrassed, which is a very special talent.

"As long as it's not a sarcastic sarcasm of changing laws, that's fine!"

Daimaru didn't ask any further questions, he laughed, and continued to fight for his "manga" career.

After a few minutes, the brown-haired boy who barely filled a wall-sized window with stories of Daimaru and Temari finally stopped.

"You're done! What do you think?"

"It's just so-so, the artist is rough, the story is naive, I guess there's no market..."

"How can it be so bad?"

Daimaru couldn't help but retorted,

"In the past, I had no money to buy training equipment and puppet materials, and I thought about selling comics to make money. I sent them to the publishing house a few times, and they gave me good reviews. They advised me to make persistent efforts, and I was only one step away from debut..."

"This is the standard way of saying politely refuse..."

"Is that right?"

"If your work really has potential, the review editor will point out your shortcomings in detail, and suggest that you re-submit it after revision. That kind of general rejection routine is just to save face for creators without talent... "

Temari mercilessly broke the illusion in Daimaru's heart.

"All right!"

Daimaru's face suddenly became bitter, and he dealt with all kinds of blows calmly before, but he didn't expect that after the illusion of the "artistic cell" that did not exist was exposed, Daimaru couldn't hold back a bit of face.

"My dignified 'Red Sand Dust' uncle, I was actually deceived by such shallow words, it's really shameless!"

Looking at Daimaru's distressed face, Temari couldn't help but cover her mouth and snicker.

"I only understood it after hearing similar experiences from Qian..."

Immediately afterwards, Temari Shogun was discovered by a talent scout because of his tall stature when he was a child. He practiced acting and dancing for a period of time, and later he did not pass the trainee selection.

"Those people politely refused through plausible words, and it seems that there is still a glimmer of hope for them to continue to toss, maybe the future will bring surprises! Professional social people, where is a child's opponent?"

"I never heard her say..."

Daimaru was stunned,

"No wonder her illusion has a strange rhythmic beauty, it turns out to be professional..."

"It's my luck to be friends with Chien..."

Nodding his hands, he replied,

"When I was a child, boys were shunned and pushed aside by girls. Others didn't look for me. Unless something happened, I wouldn't talk to anyone else. The kind of talking and talking, standing in the cold, embarrassed to the point of being at a loss, and finding lame excuses to hide. The feeling of opening is really bad! There is only one person..."

Glancing at Daimaru, who seemed to be listening carefully,

"A guy who can casually throw toads and chameleons on girls can't understand the atmosphere at all..."

"hey-hey……"