Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"It's really vegan, are you used to it?" Qing Huan was still a little worried when frying the stuffing, and confirmed again and again.

Chen Ziran nodded again and again: "I'm used to eating."

He just looked at Qing Huan's homely attire, wearing an apron and making soup, and he felt extremely satisfied—there are only the two of them in the kitchen now, the door is closed, and they are isolated from the outside world—— He had an illusion, as if there were only the two of them in this world - if it really went on like this, it would be great...

"Actually, it's good to eat vegetarian once in a while, and you're in good health." In fact, if you really put a piece of meat on the chopping board and let Qing Huan handle it, he will really go crazy-although he is not really a monk now. On the days of Qingxiu, however, if he was asked to cook meat and meat dishes, he would feel like he was killing animals.

"En." Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan intently, unwilling to look away at all.

It's not that Qing Huan didn't notice Chen Ziran's overly hot gaze, he just ignored it as much as possible.

Qing Huan couldn't be more clear about Chen Ziran's feelings for him, but he didn't want to point it out, didn't want to respond, at least for now...

He hasn't figured it out yet.

After processing the fillings in 10 minutes, Qing Huan asked Chen Ziran to help cool the fillings while he started rolling out the dumpling wrappers—if he went back to the past, returned to Qixia Mountain, and changed people, then this would be him cooking with Zhong Li Zhong Li and Chen Ziran are completely different people, he is childish, lively and mischievous, talkative, always thinking of ways to make Qing happy, even if there are only two of them on the mountain at that time, it is still lively Yes, Qing Huan will never feel lonely—of course, he didn’t feel lonely even when he lived alone, but once a person gets used to being accompanied by others, and one day when only himself is left alone, the feeling of loneliness will disappear. Overwhelmingly came - that's why when Zhong Li was sent away at that time, Qing Huan chose to leave alone facing the emptiness of the room. Going abroad to broaden his horizons was just an excuse. He wanted to change the environment to adjust himself, in a completely different country , Facing the street full of strangers, it's like spending time alone in that empty house...

When making dumplings, Chen Ziran must make them together, but he is really not this material, he looks clumsy, he either spilled the filling or made holes in the dumpling skin that Qing Huan finally rolled out... Qing Huan couldn't bear it anymore, she pushed him aside, not even letting him approach the table...

By the time a pot of dumplings came out of the pot, it was already four or ten minutes later.

Qing Huan picked up one and fed it to Chen Ziran who was watching eagerly——

"Is it tasty?"

Looking at Qing Huan's expectant eyes, even though the dumplings in his mouth tasted tasteless and had a bitter taste, Chen Ziran still nodded affirmatively: "It's delicious."

Qing Huan laughed, her eyes crooked: "Then you eat more, I'll give you all of these."

"Hmm." Without hesitation.

Perhaps, this is the benefit of Chen Ziran, he only has Qing Huan in his eyes.

Chen Ziran finished all the dumplings, and within 10 minutes... No, there was one last fish that slipped through the net. Qing Huan thought that she wanted to try her handicraft anyway, so... she ate it.

It was too late for Chen Ziran to stop it, the dumpling was in his mouth, Qing Huan's face changed, and he spit it out immediately, he frowned and stared at Chen Ziran: "Is this delicious?!"

Chen Ziran was obviously expressionless, but there was a slight smile in his eyes: "Everything you cook is delicious."

"..."

Looking at Chen Ziran who looks like this, Qing Huan really can't laugh or cry...

If, if it were Li Er, he would definitely spit it out when he took the first bite, and then coquettishly asked himself to do it again...

Hey, can't think anymore...

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Qing Huan got out of the car and looked up at the dark night sky - before she knew it, it was already so late.

After going out for two days, I don't know how Xiaolian is doing—although I asked Abao to take care of Gu Xiaolian before leaving, but the little goblin is stupid and ignorant of world affairs, so I don't know if she caused any trouble...

Thinking of this, Qing Huan quickened his pace towards the house, but when he was almost at the door, he stopped abruptly - because he saw the person standing under the street lamp.

With a slender and tall figure, the silver-gray windbreaker looks elegant, and a tuft of bangs still slipped down after combing all the way back, adding a bit of fun to that handsome face. He took off the pair of decorative gold-rimmed glasses, revealing His brows and eyes are deep, and when he looks over, there is an illusion of a thousand years...

Qing Huan just stood there, watching him quietly - the distance between the two was only a dozen meters, but it seemed like a long river of time had separated them.

With their eyes intertwined, many scenes appeared in Qing Huan's mind——

"Little monk, if you dare not come, I will go to your temple to steal tributes and make a big disturbance at the White Horse Temple..."

"Little monk, your master teacher asked you to do things, why don't you just stay and play with me, how nice..."

"Little monk, I found that you are more pitiful than me. At least I remember when my mother died, but you don't even know what your mother looks like..."

'Jean, is that peacock spirit so good-looking?You actually looked twice...'

'From this day on, Jean, you are mine. '

'Let's elope. '

'...'

'...'

On Changdeng Street, fireworks reflected the sky.

"Zhao, Chengxian and staying with me, which one is more important to you. '

'Of course it's with you. '

'...'

Qing Huan came back to her senses, the figure that penetrated deeply into Xue Rang's bone marrow slowly walked over here——

"came back."

Qing Huan paused: "Yes."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Long Zhao looked at Qing Huan.

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

Long Zhao stretched out his hand to smooth Qing Huan's raised bangs, but Qing Huan took a step back, Long Zhao's hand froze in the air, and finally retracted slowly——

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Long Zhao asked.

Qing Huan looked at him puzzled.

"I'm taking Zhong Li to find Zi Qilin, are you really at ease? To Zhong Li...or...to me?" Long Zhao looked deeply at Qing Huan.

Qing Huan didn't remember until he reminded her, and blurted out - "How is Zhong Li?"

Long Zhao's eyes darkened: "As expected, you care more about him."

Qing Huan's eyes flickered, and her voice was a little dry: "You are... right here, it can be seen that you are very well...Of course I want to ask Zhong Li."

"You Fang Xin, he is very good." Long Zhao stared at him: "Aren't you curious about what Zi Qilin said to me?"

"What he said to you has nothing to do with me." Qing Huan said lightly, "If it's okay, I'll go back first. I'm a little tired today."

"..." Long Zhao exhaled cold air, "Okay, I'm leaving."

Long Zhao passed Qing Huan and strode away.

He left, but the familiar smell on his body seemed to still linger in Qing Huan's nose.His hands were clenched into fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Taking a deep breath, Qing Huan walked forward to the door of the house. When he opened the door, a pink and green figure flew over and hugged his thigh——

"Owner!"

If it was a normal day, Qing Huan would definitely hug Xiaolian to comfort him, but at this moment he was not in the mood, just patted his head perfunctorily, said "I'm tired, I'm going to take a shower first" and went upstairs to go back to the room .

Xiao Lian pursed her lips, but she didn't dare to disturb Qing Huan - because he could indeed see that something was wrong with Qing Huan - his mood fluctuated a little.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Qing Huan leaned against the door, her body slipped, and finally sat on the floor.

Something in the body seemed to be clamoring, about to break out...It was so painful...

He was gasping for breath, his body trembling uncontrollably—this was different from the pain in the previous attack of the contract, it was not so much physical pain as mental torture... So sad... I felt like I was going to die... …

"Clap clap clap..."

Drop by drop, wet.

Qing Huan raised her hand and looked at the crystal liquid on it...

He cried? ...

Qing Huan wanted to control herself, but the feeling of going crazy couldn't be controlled at all...

Tears fall more and more fiercely...

These were not Bai Qinghuan's tears, but Xue Rang's tears.

The kind of waiting and longing for thousands of years, the kind of deep pain and torture...

When facing Long Zhao, Qing Huan had a ridiculous idea—wanted to hug him, feel his warmth, want to confirm his existence...

The love belonging to Xue Rang is almost overflowing...

Yes, he loves him.Xue Rang loved the dragon god named Zhao deeply—when he was still a lowly dragon demon, he made a mutual promise with him for life, and wanted to stay with him until death even if there was no redemption.

So...he's dead.

Qing Huan hugged her head, trying to suppress the rushing emotions, but...

Qing Huan raised her head in pain, her slender and delicate neck was like a white swan... There was an expression of pain and confusion on her face...

In the bedroom with no lights turned on, there is only a small piece of light from the street lamps outside, projecting onto the floor, presenting a strange and lonely angle... And the slender figure curled up into a ball, and a small voice let out——

"... Zhao... I miss you so much..."

……

The floor-to-ceiling windows were half open, and the curtains were blown up by a corner.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, on the balcony, a black figure sat on it, with long silver-gray hair fluttering in the wind.Further up, on the roof, a white figure sat on top, motionless, like a statue...