Chishou Tomoma and the elders left with pain. For a moment, only Hashimara, Uzumaki, and Chishou Huining remained in the house.

"Haramara." Uzumaki Mizuru held his hand, and had thousands of words to say, but there was no such thing as saying it. He choked and tears kept falling down.

Hashimara gently wiped her tears and whispered: "I have no regrets in my life until now. If I say the one who is most sorry, maybe it is you."

"We are a political marriage, and we all know this. We have never met before we got married, let alone the so-called mutual understanding. But I have to marry you, and you have to marry me, just because this is the common wish of Chiaju and Uzumaki. I have been wronged over the years." Chiaju Hashirama said softly, Uzumaki Mizumaki only felt that he had never been so gentle for a moment.

"No, I don't regret marrying you, nor do I feel wronged at all." Yuzuru Shuiling shook her head, the tears in her eyes had been wiped dry, and she held her husband's hand tightly.

Chihou Hashirama smiled, smiling happily, "Thank you!"

"Shui Ling, I can't bear it tonight, but don't be sad for me. No one can escape death. The only difference is morning and evening. I'm very at ease now. This feeling is good. But I'll bother you in the future. Konoha needs peace. If you have the power of the Nine Tails, you must be very cautious."

Uzumaki Mizube bit his lower lip with a tough look on his face: "Don't worry, Hashirama, I will protect you in the village, and I will also lead him to grow up in Shanghai and Shenzhen, and I will definitely become a hero like you."

Hashirama chuckled and shook his head, letting go of Mizuke's hand to pick up his son. Ninjas are all precocious. The five-year-old Shanghai and Shenzhen already knows a lot of things, watching their father crying constantly.

"Being a hero is too tiring. Don't let Shanghai and Shenzhen be like me. It's great to just live a peaceful and peaceful life. Isn't our generation's struggle just for them to enjoy peace? Shuiling, Shanghai and Shenzhen will be handed over to you in the future."

"Um."

"I'm so tired. The last time I'll let me be quiet." Hashirama said tiredly when he returned his son to his wife.

Yuzuru Shuiling looked at him with a complicated expression, took the child silently, stood up without saying a word, and did not need extra words at this time.

"Help me open the window, and at the last time, let me take a look at Konoha again."

...

The whirlpool water bell took Qianshou Shanghai and Shenzhen to leave the room. The window was opened before they left. The bitter cold wind roared in and raging throughout the room. The originally warm room was suddenly biting cold. The candlelight was shrouded by the lampstand, but there was still a ray of cold wind soaking in, and the light swaying.

It's interesting to say that Konoha has already been equipped with so-called electric lights today, and the high-level teams were the first to enjoy the fruits as early as the early stage of Konoha.

But just like Uchiha Madara refuses to use electric lights, as Naruto, Chiju Hashirama, also refuses to use it. Compared to Uchiha Madara, he just doesn't use it himself, but he still installs all equipment at home for his wife to use.

Through the window, the wood leaves are still brightly lit, and fireworks are bursting from time to time, brilliant and gorgeous, and the light shines into the house with the cold wind.

"Ahem..."

Under the invasion of the cold air, Chiju Hashirama coughed violently, but his eyes did not leave Konoha's sky. Through it, he could feel the joyful villagers tonight and the prosperous vitality. This feeling was really good.

Those who are immersed in joy do not know that their Naruto is already critically ill.

"May Konoha be like this every year and prosperous every year!" Chihou Hashimara murmured, his voice was extremely light. His eyes penetrated the darkness, and even penetrated the barriers of the building, and were fixed in the direction of the Naruto Cliff, where he would turn into a stone statue and stare at the village forever.

...

"It's really not up to your identity when you pass away quietly, Hashirama."

While Chiju Hashimara was immersed in a confused state, a sudden sound pulled him back to reality, and his eyes subconsciously contracted.

"mysterious?"

A black figure appeared silently by the window, covered with a black robe, half covered with snowflakes. As he appeared, the whole house seemed to be even colder.

"You are not dead, indeed." Chiju Hashirama quickly recovered from his calmness, coughed lightly, and chuckled.

He no longer cared about why Xuan appeared here, and was there anything more to be happy about seeing his old friends for many years before he died.

Xuan walked to him and took a stool to sit down, "I'm not dead, but you look like you're about to die."

"Haha, your mouth is still so merciless." Chiju Hashirama said with a smile, not caring about it at all.

"What is your purpose in coming? Are you seeing me off?"

"Old friend is farewell, Li is here to send him a trip, what do you think?" Xuan said calmly, turned his head gently, and looked into Konoha's night sky with his eyes, "After so many years, Konoha's night sky is still so beautiful."

"Yes, cough cough." Chiju Hashirama smiled, "Six years have passed, but Konoha's sky is always so beautiful, Madara is still alive, because my sword shouldn't kill him."

Xuan nodded, "I'm still alive, it's much more nourishing than you."

"Haha, that's good." Hashirama chuckled.

"You just left like this, aren't you afraid that Madara and I will attack Konoha again after leaving?" Xuan said in a chattering manner.

Hashirama smiled and shook his head, "No, if you have this heart, there is no difference between me or not. Come back, you are the top leaders of Konoha. We have our efforts here. There is a secret wall in the third drawer of my desk. There is a letter I wrote in advance. If you and Madara are willing to come back, the second generation of Naruto is one of you."

Qian looked at his eyes, and Chihiro Hashirama did not dodge at all. After a while, Qian shook his head, and a pot of wine appeared with a random move, and took out two cups to fill each other.

"It's too late, I can't come back anymore." Xuan Qing sighed, picked up a glass of wine and handed it over.

"You think I'm dead too slowly." Hashirama shook his head and smiled bitterly, but raised his hand to take it.

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Chapter completed!