Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Lou Zhao was on the phone in the car when he suddenly saw a boy standing by the side of the road—he was wearing a backpack, a beige pullover sweater and blue jeans. The fitted pants outlined his slender and straight legs. The pair of sneakers elongated the visual effect even more—the half-length black hair, the eyes under the slanted bangs are moist and aura, which adds a bit of exquisiteness to the already beautiful face... Such a person stands in front of him. In the middle of the traffic of vehicles and people, it is so conspicuous that people can't take their eyes off...

"Drive the car over there." Lou Zhao instructed the driver to drive over and hung up the phone.

And Qing Huan, who had been waiting for a long time on the side of the road and hadn't caught a taxi, was getting impatient when he saw a familiar car parked in front of him, the window was rolled down, revealing Lou Zhaolang's handsome face face--

"Get in the car, where are you going, I'll see you off."

Qing Huan froze for a moment before saying, "Thank you."

Opening the car door, getting in the car, and sitting next to Lou Zhao, Qing Huan put down his backpack and said, "What a coincidence, I'm lucky to meet you."

Lou Zhao looked at him with a smile: "I see your expression, it seems that you are not so happy to meet me."

Of course, Qing Huan felt a little sudden in his heart, because the White Horse Temple and his party had brought back all the past events, and he also remembered the matter of Lou Muyun... In fact, Lou Zhao, who was almost exactly the same as Lou Muyun, had to make him think...

"You think too much."

Lou Zhao looked at Qing Huan from the side - I don't know why, but I always feel that there is something different about him... Where is the Nine Tribulations...

At this time, Qing Huan's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to see that it was Chen Ziran.

"Hey?"

Hearing his voice on the other end, he was silent for a while before saying, "You finally answered the phone."

"I... the signal was not very good before, so I didn't receive a call." Qing Huan replied like this.

"Where did you go? Why can't you be found at your house?" Chen Ziran asked again.

"I have something to do, now I'm back."

There was a pause, and said: "I have been discharged from the hospital and went home."

"Okay, I get it now."

There was still silence over there, only then did Qing Huan understand his subtext, and added: "Then I will go to your house to find you later."

"Hmm." She seemed very satisfied with Qing Huan's answer, even if it was only a monosyllable, she could still hear the joy in it.

Qing Huan could imagine Chen Ziran's expression on the other end of the phone, he must have a straight face, but the corners of his mouth were raised...

Qing Huan thought of the Shen Yin family, and of Governor Tang Shao. During his 1000 years in the underground palace, he didn't know how long he had reincarnated, but the two lives he had intersected with him...he was always taciturn, and liked to use A person who acts instead of prophecy, and that unchanging affection.

However, Shen Yin's relationship with Xue Rang on the 49th was willing to go against the sky and keep him. He was sent to the world and reincarnated and still planned for Xue Rang's funeral... Tang Qiwei never forgot Bai Qinghuan until his death, and stayed alone in the old house For decades, just waiting for his return...

Is it really that I am too unfeeling?

Qing Huan asked herself, but couldn't get an answer.

He wasn't completely untouched, but...

Lou Zhao looked at the subtle changes on Qing Huan's face. At this moment, he really wanted to know what Qing Huan was thinking in his heart, which was different from his speculation about his business partners. Regarding Qing Huan, he only wanted to know because of the simple If you want to understand Qing Huan, there are too many secrets in him, too many things to explore, including... that inexplicable attraction to him...

Sensing Lou Zhao's gaze, Qing Huan turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Lou Zhao stared fixedly at Qing Huan's face: "Tell me, is it possible... that we knew each other in the previous life?"

Qing Huan was startled, and the phone in his hand almost slipped—his face froze, and he said, "How do you know about the past life...Why do you ask that?"

"I just feel," Lou Zhao stroked his chin: "We seem to... have known each other for a long time, since we first met... this feeling is getting stronger and stronger..."

"That's because we are familiar with each other." Qing Huan said lightly.

"Really?" Lou Zhao just smiled, his meaningful eyes gliding across Qing Huan's face.

Qing Huan changed the subject: "Just let your car drop me off at the intersection of Chunxi Road and Wenjing Road."

"Are you going to find the person on the phone?" Lou Zhao asked.

"Well, that's my classmate."

"it is good."

Twenty minutes later, Lou Zhao's car stopped at the intersection, and Qing Huan got out of the car, but Lou Zhao also got out of the car——

"You..." Qing Huan looked at him hesitantly.

Lou Zhao leaned on the car with a more serious expression: "Sir, I want to know what kind of relationship you have with my uncle and grandpa?"

"I... Me and him..." Qing Huan can no longer pretend to be confused at this time, Lou Zhao asked this question, which means that he has confirmed his conjecture of immortality - and the relationship with Lou Muyun... If it is friends...

Seeing that Qing Huan Jiujiu didn't answer, Lou Zhao said, "Then change the question, do you still remember him?"

Qing Huan nodded - she forgot before that it was her subconscious that erased those memories, but now that she thinks about it, the past with Lou Muyun was as close as yesterday.

"Okay, I understand." Lou Zhao didn't ask further: "Then I'll go first, and I'll meet Mr. Xiao next time."

"Ah."

Watching Lou Zhao's car leave, Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and then went to Xu's mansion.

The Chen family's western-style building is actually a two-and-a-half-story villa with a garden and a private parking garage. It is elegant but comfortable. It looks like a warm home for a family of three.But now... there is only one person left in this family.

Thinking of Xu's parents, Qing Huan still sighed.Pity……

Sighing like this, she came to the door of Chen's house, and it was Chen's nanny who opened the door for Qing Huan.

"Hello, Aunt Li."

"Qinghuan is here, come in quickly, Xiaoran is waiting for you inside."

"Ah."

As soon as I entered the living room, I heard a strange sound coming from inside, clanging——

"What is he doing?" Qing Huan pointed to the kitchen where the sound was coming from.

Aunt Li said in a low voice, "They said they were going to cook, but they would not let me in to help after closing the door. I don't know what I'm doing..."

"Okay, I'll go in and have a look."

"Okay, I'll go and wash the clothes, and call me if necessary."

"Ok."

Qing Huan knocked on the kitchen door, and there was a reply——

"Didn't you tell me not to come in?"

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows, pushed the door open and went in.

In the kitchen, Chen Ziran, dressed in khaki casual home clothes, was standing there with an apron and sleeves rolled up, holding a spatula and looking at the contents of the pan with a tangled face... and under his feet, there was spilled water all over the floor. Flour on one side and possible crumbs, and on the other side a mess of dish pieces that were swept up in a pile...

And that weird smell in the air...

"I said no..." Chen Ziran turned his head impatiently. When he saw Qing Huan, his expression froze for a moment, and then subconsciously moved his body to block the cooking table behind him... "What are you talking about?" When did it come?"

"Just arrived... what are you doing?"

"..." Chen Ziran is not used to lying.

Qing Huan walked over and looked at the contents of the pot. It was a black mass, and the ingredients could not be seen...

"Sesame... cake?" It should be cake, right?

The corners of Chen Ziran's mouth twitched, and he said expressionlessly, "Egg cake."

It was only then that Qing Huan noticed the eggshells and the spilled egg liquid in the sink... He cleared his throat: "So... is it a new method?"

Chen Ziran's face darkened, and he tore off the apron impatiently: "It's just blurred."

Qing Huan held back her smile: "You are a young master, you have never been in the kitchen, why did you think of making this omelette today?"

"I think..." Chen Ziran looked at Qing Huan: "I'll cook it for you."

Qing Huan was choked and speechless—"For... me? Why?"

Chen Ziran scratched his hair: "I just want to do..."

"Actually... there's no need to do it..." Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth: "It doesn't matter if I eat or not..."

Seeing that Chen Ziran's face was getting more and more gloomy, Qing Huan immediately changed his words: "But I'm still very happy if you can make it for me... That's good, you have flour here, let me make vegetarian dumplings for you to eat."

"You make... dumplings?" Chen Ziran was suspicious—he had never seen Qing Huan cook.

"That's right, I don't know many things, but I can still make dumplings."

Chen Ziran looked at him and nodded: "Okay."

Qing Huan has been unfamiliar with kitchen work for a long time, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know it at all.In Xue Rang's memory, he and the old monk lived together in the Buddhist temple. Simple vegetarian food is of course a necessary skill, but in Bai Qinghuan's life, at the beginning, his old family took care of him so he didn't have to do these jobs. Later, his body changed , there is no need to eat at all, but until he adopted Li'er, he couldn't stop eating fireworks for Li'er.Although I haven't touched Yangchun water for decades, some memories are still there-Qing Huan will not tell Chen Ziran that dumplings are Li'er's favorite food, and he also learned this skill for Li'er ...

At this time, if Chen Ziran, who was helping Qing Huan to tie the apron, knew what Qing Huan was thinking, he would probably vomit blood, and he would definitely not want to eat the dumplings... But at this time, he was more looking forward to and joyful...