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The the entrance of the biggest road was filled with people. Countless fathers, mothers, friends, brothers and lovers were all waiting and looking forward to the return of those young Ninjas.
At this time, the shadow of the carriage appeared from far away, and the dust coming from the wheels seemed to be too impatient to wait, too.
After the carriage stopped, young people came out from the wagons and the crowd rushed up to welcome them. People screamed all kinds of names and clustered the children in the middle.
"Sarada! Here, here! " Uchiha Sakura took off her heavy work and asked the hospital for a day off. She now also stood in the crowd, shouting at the black-haired girl when her eyes caught her own daughter.
Uchiha Sarada seemed to be looking for her mother's figure as well. When they two finally met, a smile showed on her indifferent face, and some tears in her eyes: "Mom, happy New Year... I'm back! "
"Welcome back, my heart...!" Sakura choked a little and raised her hand to touch Sarada's cheek, feeling her skin a bit rough. Her childishness was less than it was before, too.
Then she naturally started wondering, "why is your father not here?"
But Sarada seemed to understand her father well: "He always dislikes the bustling scene. Maybe he bypasses by himself. Don't worry, you'll see him later. "
Sakura didn't expect that her daughter would be more familiar with the style of Sasuke than herself. She stunned a little, and could not help smiling. "Uh...Sure! You're right! "
At the very beginning, she proposed to Naruto to let Sasuke take the lead, only to make him and Sarada have more opportunities to improve relations. Today, it was indeed her pleasure to see her wish come true.
Sasuke, as Sarada said, jumped out of the carriage before it arrived and walked alone. Now he stood behind the branches of the tall shrubs on the side of the road, away from the annoying noise, watching at the reunion of Sakura and Sarada.
When he saw Sakura's beautiful face blooming with smile, his heart could not help getting touched. No matter what, Sakura was his wife and the mother of his daughter. He started to learn to miss his family thanks to Sarada.
Then a bright orange hair leaped into his eyes.
Among the crowd, Uzumaki Naruto walked to his son with big steps. Two people who had always been very cheerful seemed did not know how to speak for a long time. Naruto patted on the shoulder of Boruto, smiling. At this time, Himawari also came up and rushed into her brother's arms.
And the young kid who always appeared to be rebellious in front of his father, buried his head, with one hand holding Himawari, the other hand quickly rubbing his wet eyes. When he looked up again, he changed into the bright smile as usual.
Sasuke quietly looked at the two of them. A faint smile showed on his faces.
"Eh?" Boruto dried up his tears and immediately recovered his happy and loud voice. The voice directly overshadowed all the sound around, even Sasuke can hear him clearly: "Where's mom? I haven't seen her yet! "
Then a thin voice, consistent with the gentleness, chuckling: "I'm here, Boruto."
It was strange that her voice was so small, but he still heard it clearly. Her voice knocked on his ears, and seemed to be connected to his painful chest.
Sasuke wanted to move away his eyes, but he did not.
A woman approached Naruto. Her geta hit the ground. She wore a light purple kimono, and her two white hands folded in front of her body. A large, thick white fur shawl buried her arms and even half of her body. She stood beside her husband meekly, and her face was accidentally concealed by the leaves and branches full of snow.
With a slight movement, he could see her face. but Sasuke stood still. It seemed that he didn't want to see her face at all. But he couldn't leave, either. He just stared at her ten fingers pressing the white fur.
Her fingers were round and delicate, becoming a little red with coldness. The nails were manicured into a neat and elegant oval shape, painted a thin layer of light pink enamel.
But Sasuke had never seen her paint her nails in the past, because it would be inconvenient to cook.
At this time, Naruto's hand suddenly came over, pulling her hand and holding it in his big palm. She didn't struggle, answering it obediently.
Almost immediately, Sasuke move his eyesight aside and turned away, heading towards the opposite direction of the crowd.
In the empty field of vision, there was only hollow snow-white. His footsteps kept on. There was a tardy question in his mind.
-- How does this woman eat right now?
He always agreed that eating was a waste of time and this question was very boring.
The answer lies in the next corner of his thoughts, but he didn't want to find it.
There is a needling-like pain attacking his heart that has been stable for a long time, fast and all of sudden.
