Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Okay, it's almost time, it's the last stop." Zhong Li pointed to the monitor video tape and said.

Qing Huan stared at the screen, and the rest of the people came out one by one, this is the last station, everyone will get off - but until the subway car was empty, Qing Huan didn't see the person she wanted to see.

Zhong Li saw Qing Huan staring at the screen without blinking, and said: "I have checked all the video tapes, if it is inside, it is impossible not to come out..."

Qing Huan squeezed between her eyebrows: "Perhaps, he left long ago."

Zhong Li turned off the video tape: "Huan, what kind of person is that kid you're talking about?"

"A child is a child." Qing Huan scratched her hair irritably.

"Did he say anything to you?"

Qing Huan was silent for a while, then replied: "He came here specially to find me."

"Looking for you? What are you looking for?"

"He said..." Qing Huan recalled what Xiao Jiujiu said to herself: "He really wants to see me..."

"Look at you?" Zhong Li looked at Qing Huan: "Do you know each other?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "No, I've never seen him, but..."

"But what?"

"But he really has a special feeling..."

"What do you feel?"

Qing Huan swallowed her saliva, looked at Zhong Li: "Li'er, I think he has...some kind of connection with me..."

"Don't think about it." Zhong Li hugged him: "You will always know when you should know, otherwise it is useless to think about it, at least he has no malice towards you."

Qing Huan closed her eyes, with a confused expression on her face, but she didn't resist Zhong Li's movements.

"Let's go." Zhong Li suddenly pulled Qing Huan up.

"Where are you going?" Qing Huan asked strangely.

Zhong Li turned his head to Qing Huan and smiled brightly: "Go to the night market."

"night market?……"

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Zhong Li said that he went to the night market, but he really went to the night market...

"This is the biggest Ye clan in this city. It has everything, and it's very lively, right?" Zhong Li said as he walked, holding Qing Huan's hand.

Qing Huan looked around and saw people besides people—"It's very lively...but I never thought you would bring me here."

"Otherwise where are you going?"

Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth: "Shouldn't you rich people go to those high-end restaurants and let people have a good meal?"

Zhong Li smiled and showed his white teeth: "Going to a restaurant is so boring, a place like a night market is suitable for couples to date, isn't it?"

"Couples?" Qing Huan shook off his hand: "You think too much."

Seeing Qing Huan walking forward, Zhong Li followed quickly, and said as he walked, "Huan, do you still remember the past, that is, many years ago, when we went down the mountain, it was the temple fair, you held my hand, and we bought Lanterns, through the crowd, across bridge after bridge, do you remember?"

Qing Huan also remembered—"Of course I remember, the money bag was stolen at that time, and then you chased the thief, and the thief was exhausted from running, and was forced to jump into the river at the end..." In fact, Zhong Li had already snatched the money bag back at that time, but he still wanted to chase the thief. The thief jumped into the river in the cold, even though the river was not deep enough to drown him, it also froze him half to death—so, absolutely Don't offend Zhong Li.

"It seems that you really remember Huan." Zhong Li smiled even more happily.

"I just... have a better memory."

"There are many things worth remembering between us." Zhong Li said.

Qing Huan curled her lips: "You don't think you have a big face."

Zhong Li pushed Qing Huan forward: "Let's go and buy some food, Huan, what do you want to eat?"

"Mmm... delicious." Qing Huan was honest.

The two bought a large glass of iced drink, and then saw a long queue in front of a chicken chop stall. Because of the mentality of the Chinese people to join in the fun, they agreed that this should be the chicken chop of this restaurant must taste good, so they went together Line up at the back.

Qing Huan found that many people were looking at the two of them, and they were whispering while watching, and some even secretly took pictures of them——

"What are they doing? Are we weird?" Qing Huan frowned slightly and asked Zhong Li.

"What do you care about other people?" Zhong Li didn't care much, he didn't see anyone else anyway, he lowered his head and drank his drink through the straw with Qing Huan: "This is delicious, not so sweet."

Qing Huan frowned even tighter: "Hey...can you drink your own?"

"Share." Zhong Li blinked at Qing Huan, his big eyes were bright: "We didn't share like this before?"

"It used to be before, when you were young, and..." Moreover, he didn't know Zhong Li's feelings for him at that time, but now...it's still a little different.

"And what?" Zhong Li moved closer to Qing Huan, looking at Qing Huan with his bright eyes.

Qing Huan backed away, and at the same time heard more commotion from the side, and glared at Zhong Li: "Stand properly, stand properly."

Zhong Li stood up obediently, but there was still a smile on his face, and he was not at all displeased or embarrassed by being taught a lesson.

They were finally in line, and because Zhong Li called "Sister" sweetly, and because the two "teenagers" were blessed with "beauty", she even gave them almost twice as much money. Quantity, and smiled and said welcome to come again next time.

When he left the chicken chop stall, Qing Huan heard two girls talking about "offensive" and looked at them with that kind of ambiguous eyes, anyway, he felt fluffy.

"Is it delicious?" Zhong Li asked Qing Huan.

"Delicious..." Qing Huan paused, "What did they mean when they said we were 'attacking'?"

"This..." A cunning light flashed in Zhong Li's eyes: "For example, for us, I am the attacker, and you are the victim."

"Huh?" Qing Huan felt wrong: "Which two words are those? What do they mean?"

"I don't know, I just said it casually." Zhong Li took a bite of the chicken chop, pretending to be stupid.

"Say it casually?" Qing Huan narrowed her eyes. If it wasn't for the height problem, he would have knocked him on the head long ago, but she still kicked him: "Do you have a ghost in your heart? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"How come?" Zhong Li begged for mercy: "Huan you are the smartest, how dare I play tricks in front of you?"

"It's good to know."

The two continued to walk forward, and Qing Huan watched as they walked: "The night market now is different from before. It used to sell all kinds of handicrafts, and there were many beautiful lanterns... At that time, there were no lights, so I brought them up." Walking at night with lanterns..."

"Do you want a lantern?" Zhong Li asked.

"If it's on sale, I can buy one." The imagination is quite nostalgic.

Zhong Li smiled: "Okay, wait for me, I'll be back soon."

Qing Huan was puzzled: "Where are you going?"

"wait me back."

Zhong Li left after leaving such a sentence, and Qing Huan couldn't see him anymore.

"What the hell..." Qing Huan muttered, and could only stand still, gnaw on the chicken chops and drink.

"Dang--"

The sudden sound caused Qing Huan to turn her head to look - there is a deserted place in such a noisy night market - there is only one person there, a man, dressed in black, almost blending into the night.There was a small table in front of him, with a white cloth banner standing on it, with the words "Fortune-telling and measuring characters" written on it—looking at it now, it was not ordinary old-fashioned.

Qing Huan was not a curious person, but this person managed to attract his attention.

He walked over slowly, and he also found that—that man was blind, of course, fortune tellers and blind people are often equated, so there is nothing strange——the appearance is dignified, the writing is weaker, the complexion is paler, the pair of eyes His eyes were good, but because he was blind, he didn't look very bright. In his hand, he held a magic weapon that looked like a bell but not a bell, and it was this thing that made the clanging sound just now.

Qing Huan is very interested in this magic weapon, I have never seen it before, I don't know if it is Buddhist or Taoist, it is not a precious material, but it seems to have a sense of age, maybe it is an antique ...

"You are doomed to be alone forever."

The words he suddenly pointed at Qing Huan stunned Qing Huan who had been thinking for a while—he meant... me?Qing Huan turned around and looked around, and found that he was the only one standing here too bored, and the blind man's hand was pointing in his direction accurately - he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

Qing Huan let go of the straw, "Are you talking to me?"

The man nodded: "It's you."

"What do you say about me? I will die alone?" What Qing Huan was thinking at this moment was: Sure enough, one way of fortune-telling in the world is to curse people once to get money.

"Your fate is bizarre, extraordinary, and a life of water and bones. It seems to be a romantic life, but in fact, the road to love is bumpy. It is destined that you will never stay with the person you love, and the person who loves you will also become kind. , are all tired by you, so in the end you will be alone and die alone." The man said every word, his tone was flat, as if he was just narrating an undeniable fact.

People who clearly said these words couldn't believe it, but the person in front of him...his words hit Qing Huan's heart, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

"Maybe you are not an ordinary person, and your lover is even more extraordinary. However, fate is irreversible. Everything is already doomed. Love, hatred and lust in the world will only aggravate your pain, and your last choice is to give up. Everything, out of the world of mortals."

Qing Huan's face became serious: "What... do you know?"

The man asked back, "Then do you believe me?"

"Based on your few words, do you think I should believe you?"

"If you don't believe me, why are you here listening to me say these things?"

"..."

The corners of the man's lips were raised, and he smiled lightly: "Maybe you can peek into the past world, but you can't see the future, your future, or the future of others... But, I can."

"you……"

"Huan! Where are you?!" Zhong Li's voice came from the other end.

Qing Huan turned her head and saw Zhong Li standing where he was just now, looking around.

"I'm here!" Qing Huan greeted over there.

Zhong Li saw Qing Huan, and ran over in a hurry: "I thought you were missing, you scared me."

"What's there to be scared of? I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm just," Zhong Li looked at Qing Huan, "I'm afraid that if you let go of your hand, you will disappear again, leaving me alone."

"..." Qing Huan was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm here, what nonsense."

"What are you doing here?" Zhong Li asked with a smile.

"Didn't you see? I'm with this..." Qing Huan turned back, stunned——

Gone, the man from just now, even the white banner with him is gone, only the empty table and chairs are left.