Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Wangchuan is actually not as scary as in the legends. In fact, it is just a river, and the water is clear and clean, but you can never see the bottom. Whether it is the river or the flowers, there is no end... It seems that I can keep watching until I forget all the sorrows and all the joys, and only myself is left in the world...

Chong Kee walked to the shore and saw a woman in red was scooping water there, the color of her body almost blended with the surrounding Bana flowers...

"Zi Pan." Zhong Qie called out.

Zi Wan turned around, her face was beautiful, and she was as gorgeous as a flower. She smiled slightly, but her eyes were full of indifference: "Heavy eggplant? What do you want from me?"

"I want to ask you about Bai Qinghuan." Chong Ke was also direct.

Zi Wan put the ladle into the barrel, stood up, and said lazily, "So it's him. What does he have to do with you? Why do you care about him so much?"

"He's my friend." Chong Ke replied.

"Oh..." Zi San dragged on the end: "Yes, I remembered, your reincarnation had something to do with him, I thought..." Zi San didn't say any more.

"Why do you think?"

Zi Wan shook his head: "It's nothing. What do you want to ask Bai Qinghuan about?"

"About his past life."

"His previous life?" Zi Pan smiled and said, "Isn't this under your control? I'm just sending a bowl of soup."

"So you knew him." It was not a question, but an affirmation.

Zi Wan's smile faded: "So what?"

"If he's just an ordinary person, why do you know him? What's more," Zhong Ke stared at her: "All his files have been sealed..."

"He is indeed not an ordinary person." Zi Pan's eyes turned: "Have you heard of Shui Gu Hua Ming, he was born in Xianchi, and he is a prostitute."

Zhong Ke frowned: "What are you talking about..."

"Bai Qinghuan, of course his fate has changed now, but some things are destined to be unchangeable... For example, the person who provoked him in the past may be entangled with him forever."

Regarding Zi Wan's meaningful words, Zhong Qie seemed to have touched something, but he couldn't say clearly: "You said Qing Huan..."

"Since you want to know so much, I will give you a piece of information. In his previous life, he was named 'Xue Rang', and he was a...monk."

"Monk?" Chongqie thought of Qing Huan's usual habits, and he was indeed ascetic, but——Zi San said that he was a scumbag...

When Zi Wan mentioned the bucket of water, she didn't pay much attention to Qie, and walked past him to the front, only to see that the water in the bucket was clearly crystal clear in the river, but when it got into her bucket, it was as bright red as blood.

After walking for a while, Zi Wan turned around again and said to Chong Qie, who was still in a daze, "Chong Qie, I advise you, stay away from that Bai Qinghuan, don't get yourself into it... He, you can't provoke him." It started.” There was another sentence that Zi Cai didn’t say: Don’t make the same mistakes again.

Zhong Qie looked at Zi Pan's back, but felt a strange feeling in his heart - Qing Huan...

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The face in the mirror still had a youthful look, but the calmness and indifference in his eyes had already left the category of a teenager.This face and this body do not belong to him, but as time goes by, the feeling of the whole body, even the appearance, seems to have a tendency to develop like the previous life... and the person who inherited this body He must also bear the responsibility of this body. No matter what kind of twists and turns he encountered, maybe he had always held a spectator and meaningless attitude before, but now, he must forget all the past. He can only have such an identity: Chen Ziran .

Coming out of the bathroom, Chen Ziran walked to the bed by the window——on the white bed, the teenager was sleeping quietly on his side, his long bangs covered his eyes, his nose was straight, the tip of his nose was slightly raised, and his mouth was wide open. She is so small that she doesn't look like a boy, even the color is a light pink like pastries, and her fair and flawless skin is even more enviable - Qing Huan who is sleeping is really like a porcelain doll, and when she opens her eyes, she looks cold His eyes are so clean that it gives people the feeling that "you can only watch from a distance but not play with them".

Chen Ziran squatted beside the bed, looking at Qing Huan quietly, he stretched out his hand, caressing his soft hair, his fingers slid down, and touched that white and tender cheek, the soft feeling made his heart itch, kind of want...

Qing Huan woke up in a jerk, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a face zoomed in at a close distance. She was startled, and she shrank back to see that the person was Chen Ziran: "What are you doing..." His voice A little hoarse, I don't know why, and the tone of speech is also a little weird.

Chen Ziran didn't feel guilty about being caught at all, and sat down beside the bed with a faint smile on his face: "Look at you."

"Is there anyone who sees people so...so close..." Qing Huan breathed smoothly, sat up, and muttered.

Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan, and raised his eyebrows: "Why are you blushing?" The tone—although, it was serious, but why did it seem to be teasing...

Qing Huan became a little annoyed, grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it on him; "Why are you blushing... She was sleeping..."

Chen Ziran easily grabbed the pillow, without being angry, the smile on his face deepened, and he stood up: "Okay, I'll ask the nurse to bring breakfast, you can wash up quickly."

"……Um……"

It wasn't until Chen Ziran left the ward that Qing Huan scratched her hair that wasn't messy, and bit her lower lip in frustration—how could it be... like this...

Why is Qing Huan so abnormal early in the morning... The truth is...

Well, he had a sexual dream last night...although, it was suspected to be a sexual dream...