Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Can you play chess?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a while and replied: "No. Sorry."

Chen Ziran was not too surprised by Qing Huan's answer, he walked over slowly: "It's okay, I can teach you."

"No need," Qing Huan refused, "I'm sorry, I have something else to do, bye."

Chen Ziran watched Qing Huan leave, but did not stop him.

It wasn't until he returned to the ward that Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief - just now, he felt that something was different about Chen Ziran.Although he was still as taciturn as ever, something had changed in his whole person.

Qing Huan instinctively felt that Chen Ziran should be avoided - of course, there was also Yue's reason.

All afternoon, Qing Huan stayed with Xiao Rui in the ward. He did his homework, and after completing a few large test papers, it was time for dinner.

"Mom, what do you want for dinner?"

Xiao Rui replied, "Do you have noodles? I want beef noodles."

"The doctor said to eat lightly. May I buy you chicken noodles?"

"Alright."

Qing Huan came out of the ward, but when she was walking towards the stairs, she saw a person standing in the corridor looking downstairs—Chen Ziran?Why is he standing here?Wait, shouldn't he have been standing there since that afternoon, all afternoon?This is too scary...

Qing Huan walked over casually: "It's dinner time...don't you go to dinner?"

Chen Ziran turned around and faced Qing Huan: "Are you going to have dinner?"

"Um... to buy." If he said to eat, wouldn't he mean to go with him?

"Then I'll go buy dinner too."

"..."

Even if Qing Huan wanted to get rid of Chen Ziran, it was impossible, so he followed closely behind him - when he arrived at the hospital restaurant, Qing Huan bought chicken shredded noodles for Xiao Rui, and he bought red bean bread himself, and Chen Ziran followed Just bought a box of fried rice.The two still go back together...

Sitting in the elevator.

"Are you... on the same floor as me?" Qing Huan asked.

"I'm on the 12th floor."

"The 12th floor?" Qing Huan was puzzled: "Why did you come to our 6th floor?" Thinking about it, a rich person like Chen Ziran must live in the best VIP ward. How could he be in the ordinary ward on the 6th floor? ...

Chen Ziran looked at Qing Huan, but did not answer.

Qing Huan was uncomfortable being watched by him, she turned her head and looked at her nose and heart.

On the 6th floor, when Qing Huan stepped out of the elevator, Chen Ziran followed him out.

Qing Huan turned her head to look at Chen Ziran, seeing his calm eyes, she immediately turned back.Qing Huan quickly returned to the ward, the moment he closed the door, he could vaguely see Chen Ziran's figure.

"What's the matter, so urgent?" Xiao Rui asked strangely.

"It's nothing, I'm afraid the noodles won't taste good when they rise, so I'm in a hurry." Qing Huan put the chicken shredded noodles aside, helped Xiao Rui set up the automatic table, and then put the noodle bowls, chopsticks and spoons on it.

"I eat noodles, what about you? Don't tell me you only eat this bread." Xiao Rui frowned.

"I'm not very hungry. It doesn't matter if I go to buy supper at night if I'm hungry."

Xiao Rui murmured: "You have been the same recently. Your appetite is much worse than before. The food at home is picky and picky, and you can't eat much... How can it be good if this continues..."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

Qing Huan comforted Xiao Rui well, and then sat aside and ate bread by himself. While eating bread, he thought of Chen Ziran—wondering if he had returned to his ward now...or he was still standing outside like in the afternoon... What on earth is he thinking... It's winter now, it's so cold outside... Just now, his face seemed to be a little dry from the wind... Could it be that the young master has been working for a long time and likes to ask for trouble...

"Smell, I just checked the weather forecast and said it might snow tonight. I don't know if the snow will be heavy or not. If it is heavy, you have to be careful when you go to school tomorrow..." Xiao Rui took a sip of the soup and said Qing Huan said.

"snow?"

"Yeah." Xiao Rui looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "You kid, don't you want to play with snow at this age?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "No... I didn't..."

After eating the bread, Qing Huan started to review his homework, but he stared at the book on the table for a long time without reading a few lines, let alone turning the pages...

It will snow tonight...

If it snows... it should be colder...

Qing Huan was in a trance, sat thinking wildly for an hour, and then heard Xiao Rui whispering: "Wen Wen, look, is it snowing outside?"

Qing Huan raised his head and looked out of the window. Although it was already dark, he could still see the falling snowflakes because of the street lights. Moreover, judging by the falling speed of the snowflakes, it seemed to be getting faster and faster ...

"Zra—" the sound of a chair being pulled away.

Xiao Rui looked at Qing Huan strangely: "Wen Wen, where are you going?"

"Mom, I have something to go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

"Ah?..." Before Xiao Rui understood the situation, Qing Huan had already opened the door and walked out.

As soon as Qing Huan went out, he saw the person standing motionless like a green pine by the railing. He bit his lip, but he still couldn't help himself, and walked over slowly——

"It's snowing and it's cold outside, why don't you reply?" Is this person a fool?

Chen Ziran withdrew his gaze from looking into the distance, turned around, and looked at Qing Huan: "I'm waiting for you."

I'm waiting for you...waiting for you for a long time...waiting for when you can look back...waiting for when you can come back...waiting for you...

It was obviously just a very simple sentence, but Qing Huan could hear endless feelings from those four words...

"Wait for me...what are you doing?"

"Play chess." Chen Ziran's eyes were persistent.

"I told you I can't play chess."

"I teach you."

Why did this conversation go back...

Qing Huan asked with a cold face: "Is it because I don't play chess with you, and you just stand like this?"

"..." Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan without saying a word.

Qing Huan took a deep breath: "Forget it, just wait."

Qing Huan returned to the ward and said to Xiao Rui who had already finished dinner: "Mom, I have a classmate who also lives in this hospital. I'm going to see him now, and I may come back later."

"Your classmate is also hospitalized?" Xiao Rui asked in surprise, "What disease? Is it serious?"

"It's just a common cold, it's nothing to worry about." Qing Huan picked up the jacket at the side, put on one and said, "If I haven't come back yet, Mom, go to bed early."

"……okay."

Qing Huan closed the door carefully, and then said to Chen Ziran who was standing outside: "Is it okay now?"

Chen Ziran turned around and walked forward, Qing Huan followed behind him, where he couldn't see, the corners of Chen Ziran's mouth slightly raised, but it quickly disappeared.

Finally arrived at Chen Ziran's room, and when she opened the door, Qing Huan couldn't help but mutter in her heart—capitalism is really evil.

Xiao Rui's ordinary ward is actually relatively good, with a separate bathroom, TV, air conditioner, refrigerator, and tables and chairs... and Chen Ziran's VIP ward, not to mention the spaciousness of the room, just the bed. That kind of high-end customized queen-size bed, the TV is a built-in theater-style screen, and there are audio equipment, game equipment...Compared with ordinary wards, the refrigerator and air conditioner, the texture has improved a lot...There are also large-sized ones Wardrobe, leather sofa, and even a fish tank two or three meters wide. The colorful tropical fish in it swim happily...the room is also decorated with oil paintings and vases...you don't need to look at the bathroom in the room. What kind of luxurious structure... Wait, it's not...the kitchen...

How is this a ward? It is clearly a presidential suite that can be used for a long time...

"Sit." Chen Ziran said to Qing Huan.

"Oh."

Qing Huan watched as Chen Ziran sat down with her, then opened the packaged fried rice he had been holding in his hand, and began to break the disposable chopsticks...

"Wait." Qing Huan stopped him: "You don't want to eat this, do you?"

Chen Ziran paused: "Then let's play chess first."

"That's not what I meant." Qing Huan frowned, pointing at the fried rice: "It's been so long, it's already cold, I can't eat it."

"It's okay." Chen Ziran said very nonchalantly.

"It's related, okay?" Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Don't forget, you are still an injured patient. Why can't you take care of yourself at all..."

Chen Ziran looked down at the fried rice, but didn't speak.

Seeing his appearance, Qing Huan felt that what she just said was inappropriate... He laughed a few times before saying, "Do you have a microwave oven in your kitchen?"

"do not know."

Come on...it's your ward, okay?

Qing Huan didn't bother to talk anymore, got up and picked up the box of fried rice, and then walked to the kitchen - as expected, there was everything in it, and the cooking table was so clean that it could reflect light...

Qing Huan put the fried rice into the microwave oven, set the time, turned around and saw the refrigerator, tried to open it... er... it was neatly filled with things.

Qing Huan looked at it for a long time, then turned her head and said to Chen Ziran who had been standing silently beside her, "Well... I think it's not very good to eat microwaved fried rice, or you can make it again."

Chen Ziran stared at Qing Huan, nodded: "Yeah."

While taking something from the refrigerator, Qing Huan cursed secretly in her heart - how damn soft-hearted!