Temari's attitude was originally a little softened due to Daimaru's kind words of persuasion, and suddenly he was a little angry. He wanted to teach the other party's unrestrained mouth a lesson. He thought he was not the opponent, so he had to suppress his plan to take action.

"Did you bribe Kankuro and Gaara long ago?"

"How could it be? You are their eldest sister, you must have confidence in yourself!"

Daimaru laughed,

"And I can't come up with something that makes them tempted enough to plot against you..."

Temari glanced at Daimaru who said "The truth" and looked like "You know your identity" with a cold snorted, and said unhappy:

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

A crooked way?

Daimaru shook his head laughed and cried. If others commented like this, Daimaru would spray the other party with bloody hair. When did the open and upright "Red Sand Dust" master ever play a wrong way?

While the two were chatting together, the swaying lights below gradually began to blur. The originally crystal clear huge floor-to-ceiling window glass gradually covered with a layer of small water droplets, forming small ice crystals in the night wind of the deep winter.

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

Temari exclaimed lightly, feeling a little surprised.

The air in the mainland of Fengzhi is too dry, and there is very little time for water mist to evaporate. Once the visibility decreases, the wind, sand and haze will definitely rise again.

Such cold fog falls from the sky, occasionally appearing on the beach as late autumn and spring are approaching. During the New Year's Eve, it is really rare to see frost and fog in the Sand Hidden Village.

The hazy night outside, as the fine ice crystals on the glass became thicker and thicker, gradually, I couldn't see anything clearly.

"This winter is a little warmer and there is no snow. Next year, it is probably another year of frequent storms and drought locusts."

The residents of the Wind Country are so difficult. Without the help of ninjas from Sand Hidden Village, many people would probably starve to death, and refugees would be a disaster.

Temari, who sighed lightly, turned her head strangely without waiting for Daimaru to echo, but saw the guy bearded by her who was just sighing that she was growing, and reached out to gently stroke it, drawing several small figures on the glass filled with water vapor.

The stinky boy with an arrogant smile should be Daimaru, and the one next to him with obvious different styles, with a big head with three heads, looking at the girl with a silly look, can be judged from her hairstyle that it is Temari.

"What the hell is you drawing? Am I the short and fat person?"

Temari was a little dissatisfied.

"Ninja School has painting courses, how did you pass the level at your level?"

"Exaggerated painting, don't you think this is cute?"

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

Temari couldn't accept this strange "sketching".

There are already many novels with strange themes in the ninja world, and they are serialized in magazines and distributed to all parties by post. However, they are all very primitive. They are either too young to be too young or tend to legends of monsters, heroes, etc., tough guys, tenderness, and bloody swords, and soft "cute style" that has not appeared at all, and no one will appreciate them.

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

Daimaru grinned, not at all frustrated by the inability to understand the “innovation art”.

"You are really..."

Temari sighed lightly,

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

"What's the meaning?"

"If you don't understand, just praise you!"

Temari smiled without explanation.

Perhaps in the mind of the idiot in front of him, he was too lazy to pay attention to the involuntary aura that was emitted by himself.

Although the two chatted for a long time, they actually didn't say anything, there were very few meaningful topics, and even occasionally silenced, which made the two conversations very long.

For example, when I saw the night view before, the topics of intermittent between the two people sometimes didn't even follow them; and just now, Daimaru seemed to be painting with interest, and Temari just watched quietly.

Even without communication, the two of them didn't feel embarrassed when they got along. This is a very special talent. :(/

"As long as it's not a different way of mocking me!"

Daimaru did not ask questions, laughed and continued to fight for his "comics" career.

A few minutes later, the brown-haired boy who barely drew a wall-sized window full of stories about Daimaru and Temari finally stopped.

"It's done! What do you think?"

"It's normal, the paintings are rough, the stories are naive, and there is probably no market..."

“Why is that bad?”

Daimaru couldn't help but retort,

"I used to have no money to buy training equipment and puppet materials. I also thought about selling comic strips to make money. I sent it to the publishing house several times. I had a good review of me and advised me to continue working hard, which is only one step away from my debut..."

"This is a standard statement of polite rejection..."

"is that so?"

"If your work really has potential, the reviewer will point out your shortcomings in detail. It is recommended to modify it and submit it again. The general rejection routine is just to give some face to creators who are not talented..."

Temari mercilessly broke the slightest fantasy in Daimaru's heart.

"All right!"

Daimaru suddenly had a bitter face, and he used to deal with all kinds of blows calmly. Unexpectedly, after being exposed, the illusion of "art cell" that did not exist, Daimaru was a little embarrassed.

"My dear 'Red Sand Dust' was deceived by such superficial words. I really have no shame to see anyone!"

Looking at Daimaru's heartbroken face, Temari couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh,

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

Immediately afterwards, Temari Masaki was discovered by a scout because of his tall figure. He practiced performances and dances for a period of time, but later he did not pass the selection of trainees. He said it roughly.

"Those people politely rejected through plausible words, which seemed to give people a glimmer of hope. Let them continue to torture. Perhaps the future will bring surprises! Professional people in society, where are children's opponents?"

"I haven't heard her say..."

Damaru suddenly realized,

"No wonder her phantom technique has a strange rhythmic beauty, which turns out to be professional..."

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

Temari nodded and replied,

"When I was a child, a boy was discouraged and was excluded by girls. If others didn't look for me, I wouldn't chat with others unless there was something wrong. The feeling of being distracted as I was talking was so embarrassed that I was at a loss, and I had to find a bad excuse to avoid it. It was really bad! There was only one person..."

Damaru, who seemed to be listening carefully, glanced at him,

"The guy who can throw the toads and chameleons at the girl as if nothing had happened, can't understand the atmosphere at all..."

"hey-hey……"

Daimaru smiled foolishly,

"What else do you want to mention about the past? As long as you don't care about it, the embarrassing thing is someone else..."

“Not everyone is like you…”

Temari sighed,

"Fortunately, I also had friends who could talk all night long, and I was grateful to me for being able to find topics and still be able to meet up with thousands of people..."

"Then... I don't have that ability!"

"You are different!"

Temari gently waved her hand, making Damaru's work messy.
Chapter completed!