"Isn't this Nangong Zhe's son? Did you come out to buy vegetables? Come and see auntie, you just picked some vegetables from the field today. It's still fresh, why don't you bring some home for the little girls to try? "
It was another early morning, Nangong Zhe was holding a woven shopping bag that looked like it had been used for a long time. He was like a family cook as he shuttled between the vegetable stalls. An auntie who seemed to be familiar with Nangong Zhe greeted Nangong Zhe warmly. Her attitude was as friendly as seeing her own nephew.
Nangong Zhe also showed a very gentle smile on his face. He slowly walked in front of the auntie, picked up a few vegetables and carefully looked at them. From time to time, he stretched out his hand and broke off a few leaves that didn't look so good or had a little bit of wormhole.
The auntie looked at Nangong Zhe breaking off pieces of vegetables, but she didn't seem angry at all. Instead, she had a smile on her face. Nangong Zhe put all the vegetables he picked and the leaves he just broke off on the auntie's scale. Obviously, he wanted to weigh these leaves together with the vegetables.
Looking at some of the vegetables he just took, Nangong Zhe thought for a moment, as if he felt that it wasn't enough for his family, he squatted in front of some other vegetables and carefully picked them. While he was choosing, Nan Gongzhe also struck up a conversation with the middle-aged woman.
"Auntie … Your son is obviously a ninja, why are you still buying vegetables? Although it's good to find something to kill time, after all, you're old, it's not good to wake up early and sleep late every day. "
Obviously, Nangong Zhe chatted a lot with the auntie, so he knew about the situation of the auntie's family. When the auntie heard Nangong Zhe's words, the smile on her face was a little bit flaunting and full of simplicity.
"My son is also lucky. After becoming a Genin, he was selected to be in the training program. Now, he comes back every day and falls asleep on the bed like a dead pig. He's not as good as you, who can help with the housework every day. "
Obviously, she was belittling her son, but no matter how you listen to it, it felt like she was showing off. It's already extremely difficult for a civilian to become a ninja, not to mention that her own child was selected to participate in such a high-sounding plan. The vegetable auntie often bragged about her child to others. Although her behavior was quite unscrupulous, Nangong Zhe liked it because it was more realistic and interesting.
"Auntie, I don't have any special skills. Back then, I relied on selling vegetables to raise my Jiro into a ninja bit by bit. Although my son has made a lot of money for the family over the years, I can't stay idle. I really don't want to waste such a good vegetable garden, so I come here every day to sell vegetables. It can be considered as finding a job for myself to subsidize the family. "
Both Nan Gongzhe and the auntie didn't take it seriously. They were just chatting while they were picking vegetables. Therefore, Nangong Zhe didn't persist in persuading the auntie to go home and spend her old age in peace, but continued to pick the vegetables he needed.
Just when Nangong Zhe was seriously selecting the vegetables he needed, a very agile figure passed over Nangong Zhe's head. The speed was so fast that no one could see the person's face clearly. They could only see that the person had a gorgeous golden hair like the sun. In Konoha, unless there is something urgent, most of the ninjas are very polite to walk on the streets instead of flying around on the rooftops.
On the other hand, some young children who have just learned how to use Chakra, so they like to jump around on the roof to play. The figure that just passed over Nangong Zhe's head was obviously very big, it was not the size of a child's body.
"Really … I don't know what's so urgent, but he's in such a hurry …"
Although she had seen a lot, it was still very uncomfortable to suddenly have a person fly over her head. The auntie looked at the figure that flew away and muttered in her mouth.
Nangong Zhe, on the other hand, wasn't too concerned about someone flying over his head. Instead, he glanced at the white-haired, middle-aged man who was staring helplessly at the fleeing figure at the corner of the street with great interest.
"Auntie, I'll leave these vegetables with you first. I saw someone I know, so I'll go and say hello first. I'll come back and get these things later, what do you think? "
The auntie looked at Nangong Zhe's face and naturally knew that Nangong Zhe should have something to do. So she agreed and took the vegetables that Nangong Zhe just picked out and put them beside her, waiting for Nangong Zhe to come back and get it later. After Nangong Zhe smiled at the auntie, he slowly walked to the corner of the street and patted the shoulder of the white-haired man who looked quite old.
"Jiraiya-sama, it's been a long time …"
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiraiya also turned his head and saw Nangong Zhe patting his shoulder. In the past three years, Nangong Zhe has changed a lot. His slightly rounder face and less sharp breath made Jiraiya a little stunned for a while before he recognized Nangong Zhe.
"Yeah, I think Naruto is almost done with his training. So I brought this child back. But you have changed a lot in the past few years, I didn't recognize you for a while. "
Unlike Watergate, who has become more and more majestic over the years, Jiraiya is still so amiable. When he saw Nangong Zhe's appearance, he even had the time to tease Nangong Zhe a little.
Nangong Zhe also touched his face and said to Jiraiya with a smile on his face, "Don't worry.
"Originally, there were too many things pressing on me, so most of the time, I had a heavy face and was difficult to get close to. In the past few years, I pushed away all the work that I could push away. It's very comfortable to stay at home, read books, and cook. When there's no pressure in my heart, whether it's my face or other places, it's a little rounder … "
Looking at Nangong Zhe's face and listening to Nangong Zhe's words, Jiraiya didn't know why, but there was a faint feeling of envy in his heart. Isn't Nangong Zhe's plain daily life what I want the most? But in the past few years, for the Three Generations, for Watergate, for Naruto, for Wood leaf, Jiraiya didn't seem to have a stable life. Instead, he was always running around, and the old look on his face became more and more obvious.
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