Little Mr. is one hundred years old

This morning, when Qing Huan entered the classroom, she found that the seat next to her was finally occupied, and the tablemate who was said to be injured and hospitalized finally appeared.

"Hello, I'm Bai Qinghuan, your new tablemate." Qinghuan smiled at him.

He was packing his schoolbag with his head down, but when he heard Qing Huan's voice, he suddenly raised his head, looked at him with a very strange look, and said after a long time: "My name is Chen Ziran."

During class in the morning, Qing Huan could feel Chen Ziran's eyes on her from time to time, and when she looked over, he avoided his eyes again.

Sitting in the back seat, Ji Zhiqiu looked thoughtfully at the two people in front of him with his head propped up.

After school at noon, he packed up his things and got up, and Chen Ziran also got up: "Bai Qinghuan, you can..."

At this time, a woman's voice appeared at the door of the classroom——

"Xiao Ran." She was a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, well-maintained and stylishly dressed.

Chen Ziran frowned and walked out: "Mom, what are you doing here?"

"I'll bring you lunch, but I'm still worried about the things outside." Mother Chen said.

Chen Ziran frowned: "Mom, didn't I say that I don't need to send it away..."

"let me tell you……"

At this moment, Qing Huan came out with her bag on her back. When she passed by them, Mother Chen stared at Qing Huan for a moment, and then said, "Hello."

Use "you" instead of "you".

Qing Huan smiled at her, nodded and walked out.

Chen Ziran watched Qing Huan leave, and took his mother's hand: "Mom, do you know him?"

"Huh?" Mother Chen, who was in a daze, came back to her senses: "Oh, I don't know."

"Really don't know?"

"I really don't know him," Chen's mother handed him the insulated lunch box, "Okay, let's go have lunch."

Chen Ziran is very sure that his mother has something to hide from him, and it has something to do with Bai Qinghuan... He had seen Bai Qinghuan and heard his voice as early as he felt familiar, very similar to the one he heard in the dream he had in a coma at that time The voice, the person who saved him... But, isn't that just a dream?And in the dream, I was still a child, and that person came out with his back on his back... Then I... woke up...

When Chen Ziran was suspicious, Ji Zhiqiu, who had been paying attention to this side, also fell into deep thought—do Bai Qinghuan and Chen Ziran know each other?If you know Bai Qinghuan, that strange attitude is too natural. If you don't know that arrogant Chen Ziran, you will be so abnormal, and even strike up a conversation with him... What's more, the name Chen Ziran's mother called Bai Qinghuan...is too suspicious ...

Ji Zhiqiu didn't realize it himself. He didn't know when it started. He unconsciously devoted himself to paying attention to Qing Huan...

Qing Huan strolled all the way to the garden with her bag on her back, sat down on the lawn, leaned against the big tree to read a book, watched as her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly fell asleep——

……

A half-disfigured boy was thrown into a cabin by several boys of the same age, and the door was locked from the outside... A woman was dressing with her back to him, and when she turned around, she saw a pale and terrifying She lay on the ground and crawled towards the young man in a strange posture. The young man curled up into a ball, trembling with fear. Just when the female ghost's hand was about to cover the young man's face, Qing Huan blocked the young man. In front of him, he grabbed the female ghost's wrist, and the female ghost immediately wailed as if being burned, and then her whole body became illusory...

When Qing Huan opened his eyes, he was still under the tree, and a butterfly landed on the book in his hand.There seemed to be a vague sigh coming from the ear, with a long and deep resentment.

"Don't miss the place where you shouldn't be. Let's go." Qing Huan blew on the butterfly, and the butterfly flew away slowly with its wings fluttering.

"Is it you? Why are you still able to appear...why...became so different again..." And that female voice lingered, it seemed to be speaking in Qing Huan's ear.

Qing Huan opened the book and continued with the unfinished chapters, turning a deaf ear to that voice.

Since they are not from the same world, there is no need to have anything to do with them.

Qing Huan always warned herself this way, after all, she had some unpleasant experiences.

However, things in the world do not follow any rules, and unexpected accidents often occur—and this is all a later story.

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A dessert shop opened at the gate of the community.Qing Huan didn't see it until he came back from school. Through the glass window, he saw a familiar figure - tall and tall, with a gentle aura exuding from the inside out.Wearing a light blue apron, he was placing exquisite desserts on the counter with an extremely focused expression.

As if he had noticed Qing Huan's gaze, he raised his head and looked this way, his eyes met, and he smiled slightly: "Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Qing Huan was also very calm, and walked in: "Is this your shop?"

Gu Yuehua nodded: "Well, it will officially open tomorrow. You came just in time, how about helping me try it?"

Qing Huan remembered the taste of the cake he sent last time, nodded: "Okay."

"This is the freshly made hot chocolate soft heart cake, try it." Gu Yuehua pushed the cake in front of Qing Huan, and handed him the fork.

Qing Huan took a bite and thought about it, "It's delicious, especially the chocolate."

Gu Yuehua smiled and introduced another dish to him: "I plan to sell this caramelized walnut tart as a signboard, and you can help me as a consultant."

Qing Huan also tasted it, and the walnut and caramel flavors blended together perfectly, and it was just right: "This is not bad, I believe both children and old people will like this taste."

"I'm still baking a blueberry souffle cake in the kitchen. It will be baked later, so you can try it for me too." Gu Yuehua folded his hands on the cabinet and said with a smile.

Qing Huan nodded, smiled lightly and said, "It seems that I can save my dinner today."

In the dessert room in the evening, the boy and the man talked and laughed over a pile of desserts, as if they had known each other for a long time, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Qing Huan never judges a person or a matter lightly, and it takes time to verify what is right and what is wrong.What's more, he knows his duty very well. If it is not necessary, he will not interfere in other people's affairs, especially those that are not of the same kind.