Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Come out, I know you are here, come out." The young monk with a small basket stood in the middle of the forest, as if calling someone: "Come out..."

"Swish, rustle", the sound of something dragging across the leafy ground, and it should be a very large thing.

The little monk heard it, and without a trace of fear, he walked towards the place where the sound came from.

He only took a few steps, and suddenly a huge head popped out from the lush bushes. The big copper bell-like eyes alone can scare people to death.

The little monk was not afraid, but touched the dirty and colorless head, then lifted the cloth covering the basket, and took out a plate from it. On the plate were snacks exuding an attractive smell. : "This is the dessert from Yu Yu. It tastes very good. The master gave it to me. I will eat it with you."

The monster lowered its head and sniffed the snack, then opened its mouth with lightning speed, sucking all the snacks on the plate into its mouth...

The little monk was stunned, blinked, and murmured: "I haven't eaten yet..."

……

Screen change——

"Little monk!"

Hearing the sound, the little monk who was carrying water by the river turned his head to look, only to see a ball of golden light flying towards him, and then transformed into an eight or nine-year-old child in front of him, with two growths on his head. There are only deer-like horns, and the rest is no different.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" The little monk stood up and faced him.

The child took out a handful of purple grass from behind: "Didn't you say you wanted to find this grass last time? Now, here it is."

"It's dry intestine grass, herbal medicine." The little monk corrected it and took it to look at it. After carefully identifying it, he nodded: "It's really dry intestine grass. I haven't found it after searching for a long time."

"It was guarded by the crane demon. I was pecked away to pick this. I lost a few scales." As he said, the child rolled up his sleeves, and he could see several scabs on it.

The little monk was a little worried: "What should I do, why don't I apply some herbal medicine to you..."

The child put down his sleeves indifferently: "It's just a small injury...it's nothing serious...Little monk, there is a temple fair at the foot of the mountain today, let's go down the mountain to play."

The little monk shook his head in embarrassment: "Master won't let you go down the mountain."

"Let's sneak out when your master falls asleep. I'll carry you behind my back. Go quietly and come back quietly. Your master won't find out." The child continued to seduce him.

"But……"

"The temple fair is very interesting. I went there once last year, and we will go together this year."

"Then..." The little monk was tangled and tangled, and then nodded: "Then... okay..."

……

Qing Huan woke up suddenly because he felt someone touching him... that middle-aged man; with greasy hair and rather unremarkable appearance, and his hand was reaching into Qing Huan's pocket... when Qing Huan opened his eyes When the eyes of the two met, the middle-aged man immediately withdrew his hand, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, but being stared at by Qing Huan's calm eyes, he swallowed, and then said in a vicious voice: "What are you looking at?" Look, I accidentally bumped into each other, they are all men, so what does it matter?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qing Huan to respond, she stood up confidently and left the small box.

Opposite Qing Huan, there were two people. One girl was sleeping with earphones on, and the other boy's eyes flickered. I want to steal your things, why don't you tell the flight attendant..."

Qing Huan didn't ask him why he clearly saw it, and didn't stop him, but said indifferently: "No need."

"I saw him coming from another carriage just now, his pockets were bulging, he may have succeeded several times..." the boy continued.

"Yeah." Qing Huan's reaction was still very cold - there was no need for him to argue with a dying person.

The boy muttered: "You are so strange..."

"Passengers, Luoyang Railway Station is about to arrive, passengers who get off the train, get ready to get off..."

Hearing the voice from the radio, Qing Huan packed her things and was about to get off the car.And the boy on the opposite side is also packing up, it seems that they are at the same station.

Ten minutes later, the train arrived at Luoyang Railway Station, and Qing Huan got off with her bag on her back.When he got out of the car, he saw the middle-aged man squeezed out of the car from the front car. He clearly saw that he took a girl's cell phone by the way, but This time—

The girl's boyfriend found out and grabbed the middle-aged man: "Thief - get the phone back!!!"

Everyone is sensitive and disgusted with thieves, so many people looked over, and the middle-aged man was so frightened that he broke away from his hand and ran away quickly—the man and woman who were stolen were all chasing him. Climbed up, and the flight attendants who knew the situation also rushed to catch up. The thief saw this and ran even faster——

Down there is the stairs leading to the exit. The thief squeezed other people away and ran down, but he didn't see clearly that he was under the elevator, not the stairs... So the tragedy happened, and his feet slipped The thief fell straight down, and everyone could hear the sound of rolling and hitting the ground-his head hit the marble, and the fall was so hard that the skin of his skull was ruptured, and the blood flowed. flow all over the place...

"Ah—" The scream of the girl and the cry of the child joined together.

Most people were stunned and flustered.

Qing Huan glanced coldly, and then walked down the stairs on the other side - in the crowd, he was the only one who didn't stop to watch.

"Hey, classmate, classmate, wait!"

When he was almost at the exit, Qing Huan heard a voice, turned around and saw the boy sitting opposite him on the train just now chasing after him out of breath——

"what's up?"

"You dropped something." The boy handed him the thing in his hand, which was a doll pendant studded with diamonds.

Qing Huan frowned: "It's not mine." It's strange if it's mine—it's obviously a girl's thing.

"Ah? It's not yours..." The boy said strangely: "I picked it up from the carriage, it's not yours... Could it be that girl's?"

Qing Huan ignored him, turned around and continued walking, unexpectedly, the boy followed him again: "Hey, classmate, are you a local?"

"No."

"Is that to visit relatives? Or to travel."

"Travel." Yes.

"It just so happens that I'm also here to travel, where are you going?"

"White Horse Temple."

"What a coincidence?" The boy exclaimed, "I also want to go to the White Horse Temple, so let's go together."

Qing Huan stared at that boy for a while - ordinary in appearance, but sincere in his eyes.

"……up to you."

The boy followed Qing Huan with a smile: "Hello, my name is Xue Yuan, how about you?"

"Bai Qinghuan."

"Qing Huan, right? The name sounds nice, and you're also so pretty, the prettiest boy I've ever seen... I thought it was an idol star..."

Qing Huan felt a little regretful—why didn't she realize that this was just a chatterbox?