Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Where's the person?" Qing Huan was taken aback.

"Who is it?" Zhong Li looked around, but there was no one there.

"Just now, there was a fortune teller here who was still talking to me."

"No one, I just saw you standing here alone."

Qing Huan frowned: "Didn't you see it?"

"Hmm." Zhong Li said, "What happened to you today? What kind of fortune teller is there when you meet a child who doesn't know where he came from?"

"I don't know what's wrong..." Qing Huan raised his forehead: "But I did meet him. The kid is weird, and the fortune teller is also weird. Do you know what he said to me just now?"

Zhong Li asked: "What did you say?"

"He said I was destined..." Qing Huan stopped and did not continue.

"What is destined?" Zhong Li stared at Qing Huan.

"It's nothing," Qing Huan said, "It's just the bluffing words of charlatans."

"It's been said that he is a charlatan, so don't worry about it." Zhong Li handed him the things in his hand: "Here you are."

Qing Huan saw that it was a red lantern, and it was quite exquisitely made, and the white gauze pasted on it was painted with a boy's kick - but it didn't look like something that can be bought casually on the street now.

"Where did this come from?"

Zhong Li pointed back: "There is an old restaurant over there that uses this kind of lantern."

"You dismantled others' lanterns, and they are willing?" Qing Huan asked strangely.

"Of course it was bought with real money." Zhong Li replied.

Qing Huan paused: "How much did you spend on this lantern?"

"It turned out that the owner said five hundred, but the owner refused to sell it. I didn't bother to bargain, so I added a zero, and the owner's son took the lantern down."

"A lantern... five thousand?" Qing Huan stared at him: "It's not such a good way to spend money."

"Isn't this what you want?" Zhong Li took it for granted.

"Prodigal son..." Qing Huan muttered.

"I earned the money myself." Zhong Li defended.

"That's also a prodigal." Qing Huan dismissed.

Facing that Qing Huan is a really temperless person, Zhong Li immediately put his arms around him with a playful smile: "If you want me not to lose money, then you will manage the money for me?"

It's true that Qing Huan really likes money now, but it's not that he doesn't understand the other meaning of managing money for Zhong Li - he broke away from Zhong Li's hand: "To manage money, the company has finances, and the family has a housekeeper. Are they eating rice?"

"They're different..." Zhong Li walked behind Qing Huan: "They have to get my consent to spend money, and you can decide how to spend the money. If you let me spend money, you can spend it. If you don't let me spend it I won't spend a cent of the money."

"No." Qing Huan flatly refused.

"Why?" Zhong Li said, "I'm happy to let you manage the money, all my wealth can be yours."

"No reason." Qing Huan didn't bother to look back at him, waving her hand like chasing a large pet: "Don't get so close, stand far away and walk." At this time, Qing Huan had forgotten the episode just now, just felt that the clock Li this kid is annoying to death.

Zhong Li is very obedient in front of Qing Huan most of the time, but sometimes he is not so controlled. Qing Huan tells him to stay away, but he just wants to lean in and hold her hand. When Qing Huan struggles, he will The tighter the grip - the two of them entangled like this and walked away.

At this time, the fortune-teller who had disappeared appeared in the empty seat again, his empty eyes followed the direction the two left—as if he could really see something.

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Surrounded by clouds and mist, he couldn't see anything. Qing Huan could only walk forward instinctively, walking and walking, and suddenly a white stone step appeared in front of him. Straight to the sky, with no end in sight——Qing Huan turned around, only to realize that she was on a stone platform at this time, and the stone platform and the stone steps were in mid-air, looking down to see the bottom, and as long as she Take a step back and you'll fall.It was impossible to go back, Qing Huan had only one choice, which was to go up by stepping on the stone steps.He could only walk up slowly, and he didn't know how long he had walked. He looked up, and saw that there were still so many steps. When he turned around, the steps he had already passed were covered in mist, and there was a black hole further down. ——He was the only one, in this stone steps, there was a dead silence, he was really the only one.

where are they?Why is there no one?

Bai Qinghuan, is this what you want?Is it what you want to have a pure heart and few desires, and be alone? ...

'Qing Huan! '

Suddenly someone called him, Qing Huan looked around to find the voice, but her foot stepped on the air, and she fell straight down——

"Whoosh..."

Qing Huan woke up with a start, gasping for breath.After recovering for a while, he turned on the light and checked the time, it was 03:30 in the morning.

Qing Huan remembered the voice calling herself in the dream just now—who was that?It seems very familiar, but it seems strange, who is it?

"Jingle--"

Heavy eggplant.

Qing Huan jumped out of bed, ran to the French window, and opened it suddenly, just in time to see the white figure standing on the balcony.

"Heavy eggplant."

Chong Kee took off the cloak hat on his head, looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "I passed by here, and I seem to hear you calling me."

"Yeah." Qing Huan walked in front of him: "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Yes, since you told me last time that I don't need to look into that matter." Zhongjia said.

"Hmm... yes." Seeing Zhongjia now, there is a different feeling - the connection between him and Zhongjia began a long time ago. It's not Bai Wuchang... Although he can't remember the millennium events in the underground palace, he also knows that he has a deep connection with Chong Ke.

Zhong Qie looked at Qing Huan: "Why is your face not so good?"

"I had a... bad dream."

"What kind of dream can make you lose your color?" Zhongjia said.

"That dream...Ah Choo—" Qinghuan sneezed because of the cold wind blowing in.

Chong Ke held Qing Huan's hand, smiled slightly, and pushed him into the room, and then the window closed automatically.

"You are a mortal body, you will not die and you will get sick." Chongjiao said with a smile: "Be careful."

"Understood." Zhongjia is a friend, and a friend who is very comfortable with him: "By the way, didn't you say before that you want to test the rank of judge? How is it now?"

"It's hard for you to remember." Zhong Ke put the lighting lamp in his sleeve into his sleeve: "I gave up the exam."

"Why?" Qing Huan asked strangely—at that time, Chong Qie was obviously looking forward to it.

"Actually, it's not bad to be impermanent. There are many things to do as a judge, and there is no more freedom. When the time comes, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me often."

"Aren't you too lacking in pursuit?" Qing Huan teased him.

"It turned out to be just a momentary interest." Zhongjia thought of something and said, "Besides, I really hate the position of impermanence. I always feel that I should shoulder this responsibility and do my job well until..."

"Until what?" Qing Huan asked.

Zhong Ke's eyes flickered: "I seem to remember that someone told me that he asked me to be impermanent and serve in the underground palace... to lead those undead in, and then send them away to maintain the balance between the yin and yang worlds... "

"That person..." Qing Huan's voice was a little dry: "Who is it?"

Chong Ke slightly shook his head at Qing Huan: "I don't remember, but... it should be a very important person."

"Actually, there's no need to be too concerned about the past, what's important is...the future." Qing Huan didn't know whether she was speaking to Zhong Qie or herself.

"My future," Chong Qiong smiled calmly: "It should be like the present."

"how do you know?"

Zhongqie asked back: "What else?"

Qing Huan lowered her eyelids and sighed: "I don't know either. What will the future be like?"

"You want to know your future?"

"Do you have a way?"

Chong Ke shook his head: "Yesterday, you can catch up, but tomorrow you can't. Unless you have the eyes of the sky."

"Heaven's eye?"

Zhongqie nodded: "With the eyes of the sky, there is no eye of the earth. You can't see the prosperity of the world, but you can only see the secrets of heaven."

"The eyes of the sky...the eyes of the earth?" Qing Huan didn't understand.

Chong Ke reminded him: "He is blind."

"Blind people...you mean blind people have heavenly eyes."

Zhong Qie laughed: "Tsk tsk, this reasoning ability does not mean that all blind people have celestial eyes, but that people with celestial eyes must be blind."

"Oh..." Qing Huan thought of the fortune teller who mysteriously appeared and disappeared.

"What are you thinking about?"

Qing Huan raised her head and looked at him: "Chong Qie, do you think my future will be a lifetime of loneliness?"

"Why, are you afraid? Don't you just want to be alone?" Zhong Qie really understood Qing Huan.

"Yeah, I'm just..." Why do I feel so lost, and when I think of that scene... my heart hurts?

Looking at Qing Huan's appearance, Zhong Ke answered the question just now with certainty: "No."

"what?"

"I mean, you won't be alone for the rest of your life." Chong Ke said with a slight smile, "Even if there is no one else, I will be by your side."

The words like an oath made Qing Huan dumbfounded and did not respond for a while.