Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Guanhong Academy is now a new-style school, and it is also the best school in the city.

It's not easy for Qing Huan to go to this school, the school only accepts students with family background and background, Qing Huan's family has long since declined, even an ordinary school is barely enough for him, let alone such a new school?But the people from the governor’s family suddenly said that they were subsidizing him to go to this school, saying that he was allowed to go to school with the son of the governor’s family because his horoscope fits well with the son of the governor’s family—in fact, in the early years, this was called "" Accompanying reading".The son of the governor's family is the only son, whose birthday is on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and has a full yin horoscope, and has been plagued by illness since birth—and Qing Huan, coincidentally, the two were born almost at the same time, and Qing Huan was not in good health at first However, after being burned in the face by kerosene when he was three years old, all the disasters seemed to be far away from him. Of course, it was just him himself. His old family is taking care of him.

Qing Huan actually didn't want to go, but the person who spoke was the governor, so he couldn't help but not go.This also doomed him to have many disasters in this school.

He's an anomaly here - from a bad family and ugly.If you only look at half of Qing Huan's face, which is beautiful and soft, and there is always a stream of water in Xingren's eyes, which is a bit girlish, but if you only look at the other half of the face, it will be completely different, left by the burn. The scars intertwined, very hideous.

So being bullied seems to be a matter of course.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose... I'm sorry..." The book was spilled all over the floor when someone suddenly appeared, but it was he who had to apologize.

While apologizing, he squatted down to pick up the book, but was kicked by a well-polished black western leather shoe and sat on the ground—his shoulder was burning hot—these young masters don’t know how painful it is to kick someone with leather shoes like this , maybe they knew, but they did it on purpose.

"You look so ugly..." Qing Huan who kicked people knew him, he was Lou Muyun, the young master of the richest family in the south of the city: "It makes people sick just looking at it..."

The young masters behind him were also giggling.

"Hey, ugly, you dirty Mu Yun's shoes, and you still haven't wiped them clean?" Lou Muyun's cousin named Mo Gan, wearing a black school cap, said.

Qing Huan looked at Lou Muyun's obviously clean shoes and hesitated.

"Hurry up, we are in a hurry to play football."

"Come on, want another kick?"

Those people urged Qing Huan to take out a clean blue handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly polished Lou Muyun's shoes. He polished very carefully. Qing Huan's hands were beautiful, fairer than the man's. Slenderer than women, with distinct roots, like jade shoots...

Lou Muyun suddenly kicked Qing Huan's hand away irritably, muttered "I'm slow to death" and then strode forward, the rest of the people looked at each other, but still followed.

Qing Huan sighed, folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, and picked up his books one by one. When he got up, he saw the person standing at the window over there looking at him——Shen Cangchun, the governor The young master, who came to accompany me to read.

Shen Zangchun is quite tall, but he is a bit thinner, his complexion is a little pale due to frequent illnesses, and his whole person looks somewhat gloomy, his jet-black pupils staring at people, with a bottomless feeling.

When the four eyes met, Shen Zangchun indifferently withdrew his gaze, then turned and went in.

Obviously he was his accompanying student, and he could help him, but he never did—of course, Qing Huan also knew that with her own status, what could she ask for extravagantly?

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The governor's house is a Western-style building, occupying the largest area, if not the largest, in the forefront.

Going back with Shen Zangchun, in fact, he helped carry his schoolbag and accompanied him home, but Qing Huan did not expect that the governor's wife would invite him in.

"Qing Huan, right? Come, let's drink coffee," the governor's wife permed her curly hair, wearing black peony embroidered patterns, and dripping green jadeite earrings, necklaces and bracelets, looking regal Smiling, he smiled kindly, "I like to make coffee at home. This is freshly ground coffee beans from South America. Try it and see if it tastes good?"

Qing Huan was a little cautious, picked up the gorgeous gold-rimmed bone china cup, and took a sip carefully - it had a bitter taste, which Qing Huan was not used to.

"Very, very delicious." He would stutter when he was nervous.

The governor's wife looked at Qing Huan lovingly: "I heard that your parents died young, and now you live alone?"

"Well, there's one more..." Before Qing Huan finished speaking, she was interrupted——

"What a poor child." The governor's wife wiped her eyes with a lotus-colored silk handkerchief: "You are the same age as we, Zangchun, how can your life be so miserable?"

Qing Huan suddenly felt a little embarrassed - in fact, he had already lost the feeling, but the governor's wife is like this...

"Who's here?" At this moment, a majestic voice came.

Qing Huan hurriedly stood up, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a vest and trousers coming down the golden spiral staircase. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked a little stern—this was Governor Shen Fuwei.

"Hello Governor."

Shen Fuwei looked at Qing Huan while buttoning the sleeves of his shirt, and he could see that Qing Huan was even more embarrassed.

"You are Qinghuan from the Bai family?"

"Yes."

Shen Fuwei nodded, "Mr. Yuan is fine, but that half of his face is too..."

"Cough cough." The governor's wife coughed dryly.

Shen Fuwei changed the topic: "However, it doesn't hinder you, you can follow Zangchun well in the future."

"Governor, this child's life experience is really pitiful." The governor's wife took Shen Fuwei's arm and continued, "If it happens in the next life, I hope he will have a good birth."

Listening to the governor's wife's words, Qing Huan always felt a little abrupt...why did she suddenly talk about reincarnation in the afterlife...

"Dad, Mom, it's time to eat, let the unimportant people leave." These words came from Shen Zangchun who didn't know when he was standing on the stairs.

The governor's wife was a little embarrassed, and said to Shen Zangchun: "Cangchun, what are you talking about? Qinghuan is a guest, and she wants to keep a meal..."

Shen Cangchun had a cold face, looking at Qing Huan with obvious chill.

Qing Huan hurriedly said: "Then I will take my leave first."

"Wait," the governor's wife yelled in the other direction, "Qu'er, go get the snack box from the kitchen."

After a while, a girl in a blue floral dress with braids came out, holding a snack box wrapped in red cloth in her hand.

"lady."

"You send Young Master Bai out."

"Yes, ma'am."

The girl named Qu'er sent Qing Huan all the way to the gate, handed him the snack box with an impatient expression, then turned around and left without saying anything, Qing Huan could hear her muttering——

"Who is it..." full of contempt.

Qing Huan looked at the heavy snack box in her arms and smiled wryly.

Walking back slowly, the distance from the French Concession to the alley where the Bai family lives is not short, and it takes nearly an hour to walk.

The strange thing is that the usually lively street has become deserted today, those shops closed early, and the stalls seem to be closed...

Qing Huan didn't think too much about it, but the more she walked, the more she felt that something was wrong. It should have been an hour's journey, and it took almost two hours to arrive...

"Clang—" There was a knock on the gong.

Qing Huan felt a gust of cold wind sweeping over her, and then saw a group of people coming out of Meizi Lane on the left. Those in cheongsams, all holding white lanterns in their hands, lined up in a neat line and walked towards this side with neat steps. At the same time, the same line came out from Wutong Lane on the right. This time there were The old man and the child, the old man with a hunched back, and the child bouncing around, also holding lanterns, came at the same speed—the two teams joined together, and the surroundings were silent. They were clearly walking, but they couldn’t hear them. footsteps...

The faces of these "people" were pale, their eyes were empty, expressionless, and Qing Huan's back was soaked in cold sweat. He hugged the snack box in his arms tightly, not daring to move.

The team passed by Qing Huan, it seemed that they were very close to Qing Huan, and they could be touched with a slight movement, and finally they left, Qing Huan took a peek, and the one at the end was wearing a scarlet gown and a black melon cap The child suddenly turned around and showed his white teeth to Qing Huan: "Hee hee..."

Qing Huan's legs softened, and she squatted down——

"Clang-"

The beating of the gong seemed to ring next to Qing Huan's ears one after another. Qing Huan covered her ears with both hands, trying to stop the weird sound...

"Keng———"

Suddenly the beating of the gong seemed to be interrupted by something, and there was a piercing sound. The originally silent surroundings changed, and all kinds of sounds rushed over, such as cries, laughter, whistles... The important thing is, That long-lost voice...

Qing Huan looked up and saw the people coming and going, the doors of the shops were open, and the stalls were also set up... and now she was squatting in the middle of the road...

How could it be... If it was on the street, where did I go just now, and what did I see...

Not allowing Qing Huan to think too much, the sound of horse hooves came from far and near, and the people walking on the street stepped aside one after another. Qing Huan was in a daze, still unable to react, the black horse galloped Coming, the tall horse seemed to be approaching... The body reacted instinctively, quickly crawled aside, and then watched helplessly as the snack box was trampled to pieces by the horse's hoof...

The horse stopped, and the armed army behind the horse in uniform yellow-green military uniforms also stood at attention—the man on the horse was dressed in a blue-gray straight military uniform, with a black gold-rimmed cloak, and shoulders. Red and gold epaulettes, in addition to a Browning pistol at the waist, there is also a black saber, although the blade is hidden in the scabbard decorated with snakeskin, you can still feel the chilling aura ...

Facing the condensed eyes under the black hat with big brims, he shivered, but he didn't look away immediately.The man glanced at the adjutant who was running beside the horse, and then drove away by himself. The adjutant ran over and threw two oceans to Qing Huan, and then turned around and chased the army ahead without waiting for Qing Huan to say anything.

Qing Huan stared blankly at Dayang who had rolled to her feet, and heard the people beside her talking about——

"Who is that?"

"You don't know that one. It's the young warlord of Governor Tang's family. He didn't know how many times he was on the battlefield at such a young age..."

"No wonder, it looks quite intimidating..."

"But seeing him come back this time, it won't be another war..."

"..."

Qing Huan looked at the shattered snack box, sighed, picked up the two oceans, and laughed at herself: "It's really generous, but two oceans, it's a good thing I wasn't trampled to death by a horse just now, otherwise, why don't I use it?" Two oceans in exchange?