Restart to love you

"Okay then, I'll move in. No three generations can stop me anyway." Ling Yue shrugged indifferently.

"Okay, I'll go move it with you."

"It's okay, I can send you a C-level task, there's no need to go through so much trouble. We're still so young, we can't even move it." I have plenty of money.

"It's almost lunch time, let's go home and cook," Sasuke suggested.

"Okay." Lingyue took Sasuke's hand easily, softly and tenderly.

"Yeah." Sasuke looked away shyly. This was first base.

"Boss, buy some tomatoes. Does Sasuke have any eggs at home?" Lingyue looked back at Sasuke who was distracted.

"There's more." Sasuke came back to his senses, like a newlywed couple out buying groceries.

"Oh, I think this beef brisket is very fresh. How about having tomato beef brisket today?" Lingyue was standing next to the stall selling beef brisket.

"Okay, just buy some that you like. I don't mind." Because Lingyue often indulged her own taste in her previous life.

"I like spicy food, but today we have tomato beef brisket, so we don't have to eat spicy food today."

"Just do whatever you want." Sasuke was in a good mood as they looked more and more like an ordinary couple going out to buy groceries.

"Okay, boss, weigh some brisket."

"Okay!" The boss said readily. "Come often."

"When you have fresh beef brisket, tell me. My Sasuke loves it."

"Okay." Fortunately, the boss was not a talkative person and did not say anything because of his and Sasuke's identities. It seemed that it made sense for Sasuke to like to buy vegetables here. After all, there were only a few people left in the clan overnight, and the murderer was his own brother, so it was inevitable that people would talk about it.

Lingyue looked at the Uchiha clan land that was still sealed, and used a Fire Style to burn them all. Sasuke was not surprised that Lingyue used the Fire Style without forming any hand seals. She learned the Fire Style from the first generation. After all, the first generation had seen the man who had mastered the use of Fire Style to perfection, and passed on all he had learned in his life to Lingyue. What's more, Lingyue now had the Wood Style and the body of a sage.

She was a miraculous life left behind by the first generation for that man, created by the second generation. Because her body contained enormous energy, her soul had to go to another world to cultivate for decades before it could withstand that enormous energy, so the age of their souls is now similar.

"It looks so good this way." Lingyue clapped her hands proudly, "Let's go, Sasuke, let's go home."

"Okay." Sasuke smiled gently. Lingyue was always able to accurately grasp her emotions, perhaps because of the so-called system that helped her.

Lingyue's belongings were assigned a C-level mission. The team that received the mission looked at the Uchiha clan land with some hesitation. Should they move in? Wouldn't the Third Generation care?

"Why are you standing there? This will be my home from now on. Is it illegal for me to live in my home?" Ling Yue was a little angry.

"No, how about we talk to the Third Hokage?" After all, they were just ordinary ninjas.

"Why should I care what he has to say?" Ling Yue rolled her eyes unhappily. "If there's any problem, let him come to me directly." Ling Yue's attitude was extremely arrogant. After all, she had the capital to be arrogant.

"But....."

"But what? Hurry up, or I'll find another team to do the same move." Would you be a fool not to make money?

"When we move, you'll have to explain to the Third Generation Master."

"I understand." Lingyue waved her hand impatiently.

By dinner time, Lingyue's belongings had been moved in one after another. The original small villa was left there, and only the important things were moved in. She could go and see it when she had time. Lingyue heated up the tomato beef brisket leftover from lunch and stir-fried a dish of vegetables, and then Sasuke returned from training.

"Welcome back!" Lingyue's young face was dressed in an apron, and she looked at Sasuke who came in with a smile on her face.

"I, I'm back." Sasuke was a little dazed, as if he had returned to the time when his father and mother were still alive.

"Sasuke doesn't like this?" Lingyue tilted her head cutely.

"I just thought of my mother and the others," Sasuke answered truthfully, but he was still captivated by Lingyue's head tilt. Did this guy grow up eating cuteness? Or was he just unconsciously acting cute?

"Tomorrow we'll go collect the bodies of our clansmen. After all, the Sharingan is a clan secret." She didn't want that old man Danzo to get away with it. She had come at the wrong time; the Uchiha clan had already been exterminated. She had to quickly seal the bodies of her clansmen and prevent them from being taken advantage of by Danzo and his gang. It was truly disgusting how they acted.

"Okay." Sasuke thought about Danzo. Yes, he had to deal with the bodies of his tribesmen as soon as possible.

"Can I live next door to Sasuke?" Lingyue pointed to the room next to Sasuke.

"That's my brother..."

"Does Sasuke hate his brother?" Ling Yue asked with an uneasy look on her face.

"I hate it, but I believe there must be something I don't know. My brother was forced to kill his own people." In his previous life, Sasuke moved to Lingyue's small villa. Lingyue asked him these questions a few years later. That was their first quarrel. Although they reconciled later, he always felt uneasy in his heart.

"It's good that you think this way. Believe that Sasuke is such a good brother. There must be some reason that we don't know about for him to do that." Lingyue patted Sasuke's shoulder. She couldn't tell Sasuke the whole truth about the genocide now, because Sasuke would not be able to bear it. After all, he was an eight-year-old child. She always felt that she would be punished by God for attacking an eight-year-old child.

"Or I should..." Lingyue thought about changing rooms.

"No need. Your brother won't be back in the short term anyway, so you can live there." Sasuke moved Lingyue's things into his brother's former room. Sasuke looked around the room with nostalgia on his face. Things will change this time.

"Sasuke, you've worked hard. Go get some rest. You still have to go to school tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah." After all, in order to ease the pain of genocide, the school approved me to take three days off. I should study hard tomorrow.

Sasuke thought he would have insomnia at night, but maybe it was because Lingyue lived next door, but he fell asleep quickly.

Wake up, this is a dream, Lingyue is still waiting for me, wake up! Sasuke watched his past life self leave the village, Lingyue immediately opened her Mangekyō Sharingan, and her painful expression was something he would never forget. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Lingyue, I will never leave you again, never again. So wake up quickly, just wake up. "Lingyue..." Sasuke, still asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, the Eternal Mangekyō spinning wildly in his eye sockets.

"It seems the transplanted kaleidoscope has returned." He had only dreamed of Lingyue when he opened this eye. Lingyue was truly, truly, truly important to him. However, this power couldn't be used unless absolutely necessary, as those high-ranking officials were always eyeing him covetously.

"Sasuke, what's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" Ling Yue's somewhat anxious voice sounded outside the room door.

"It's okay, I'm awake." Sasuke put away the Eternal Mangekyō.

"Okay, I've prepared breakfast and lunch boxes. Hurry up and get changed and wash up." His voice was noticeably more relaxed. After all, having just experienced the tragic genocide, it was normal to have nightmares.

"Okay." Sasuke got up, folded the quilt, and went to wash up.

Lingyue sent Sasuke to school. She finally experienced the feeling of sending her young husband to school.

"Ah, I envy you enough to go to school."

"Don't you have to go?"

"I already knew those things a long time ago. The third generation said that the things they taught me in school could no longer teach me."

"Yesterday I saw you spit out fire escape without even forming any hand seals. Those things in school are really not suitable for you." There was no other way. Now I have to pretend to be a good student.

"Yeah, sometimes I really hope to make some friends in school. You know geniuses have no friends." Although it sounds a bit Versailles to say this.