Little Mr. is one hundred years old

To fry an egg fried rice, the rice must be steamed first, so it took nearly an hour to wait for a plate of egg fried rice to be finished.Although Qing Huan doesn't cook often, simple cooking is fine——

"Well, let me explain in advance, the taste is definitely not as good as what you usually eat."

"Yeah." Chen Ziran didn't care at all, from the beginning to the end, he kept staring at him intently.

Qing Huan deliberately ignored that fiery gaze and tried her best to concentrate on her own business.

Finally, putting the hot fried rice on the dining table, Qing Huan said to Chen Ziran who was following behind him: "Eat quickly, or it will be cold."

Seeing that Qing Huan was about to leave, Chen Ziran held him back: "Where are you going?"

"Get you an egg drop soup, or it will be too dry."

"En." Chen Ziran let go of his hand, sat down at the table, and started to move.

Egg drop soup is also very simple, just eggs and tomatoes, and then decorated with a few slices of cucumber.

Qing Huan put the egg drop soup in front of Chen Ziran: "This soup can only be regarded as home cooking, it can't compare to those exquisite soups."

Chen Ziran took a sip, raised his head and said to Qing Huan, "It's delicious."

"Then drink more." Qing Huan drank it in the kitchen just now, and it was really mediocre—Chen Ziran didn't know how many subjective elements were added to be able to say that it tastes good.

So in the following time, Chen Ziran had a late dinner, while Qing Huan waited for him to finish eating——

Chen Ziran doesn't talk much, Qing Huan is not a person who has nothing to say, it should be awkward, but Qing Huan has long been used to this way of getting along with Chen Ziran, if one day, Chen Ziran suddenly becomes a chatterbox, he will be scared die--

"Do you mind if I watch TV?" Qing Huan asked Chen Ziran.

"it is good."

Qing Huan pressed the remote control, and a funny variety show was playing on the TV. For a moment, the room seemed to be a little lively.

Qing Huan stared at the TV, but his heart was no longer on the TV——

In fact, he never wanted to deliberately think about why Chen Ziran's attitude towards him... If he just regarded himself as an ordinary stranger, why would he follow him so persistently... He didn't believe it, it was really just to play chess with him... ...Obviously I have already rejected him but still persist...

Of course, Qing Huan knew that Chen Ziran was indeed an obsessive and even stubborn person, but his obstinacy was divided into targets. He was indifferent to many things and many people. Although he didn't want to admit it, Qing Huan also had responsibilities that he couldn't shirk...

In her heart, Qing Huan hoped that Chen Ziran would obtain happiness, but the one who bestowed happiness did not want to be herself... But, in fact, their fates have long been tightly bound.

Originally, he thought that the threads of their fate could be separated by changing their identities, but things did not develop as he wished...

"I'm done." Chen Ziran wiped his mouth with a tissue and said to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan came back to her senses, and gave him a complicated look: "Oh."

"Let's play chess."

It turned out that he still remembered.

"There is no chessboard here..."

"Wait." Chen Ziran got up, and took out a whole set of chess boards and chess boxes from the cabinet... Brand new...

Unexpectedly, he was really prepared.

"Go over there." Chen Ziran pointed to the table and chairs on the other side.

Qing Huan stood up until the two sat opposite each other, Qing Huan finally asked: "Why do you have to play chess?"

Chen Ziran was silent for a while: "I want to do something with you."

Qing Huan lowered her eyelids and opened the chess box: "Do you want black pieces or white pieces?"

"Kuroko."

"Ah."

Qing Huan said before that he can't play chess, but when it really started, he didn't bother to pretend that he couldn't play chess—anyway, the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to retreat.

At first, both of them just focused on the chess game, until Chen Ziran suddenly said——

"I had a dream before."

Chen Ziran spoke suddenly, which surprised Qing Huan: "What dream?"

Chen Ziran's tone was very calm: "I dreamed that I was a fairy living on Mount Tai."

Qing Huan was startled—he...remember?

"It's a mess." Chen Ziran said lightly.

Qing Huan saw that because of panic just now, she landed where she shouldn't have landed, and actually dug a big hole for herself.

Chen Ziran continued: "Passing the mountain at sunrise, returning at sunset... Then I met a person, no, it should be said to be a lonely soul."

Qing Huan remained silent.

"I have been with that lonely soul. Day after day, I found that I have very subtle feelings for him... until he was about to disappear, I finally made a decision."

"what?"

"Use secret techniques to collect his spirit and solidify his soul, and with a complete soul, he will be able to avoid annihilation."

Qing Huan's fingers trembled: "What happened next?"

"Because I used a heaven-defying secret technique, the emperor was furious. In addition to the immortal book, he punished me to suffer the pain of reincarnation until I forget my feelings and rebuild."

"Do you think...it's worth it?" Qing Huan looked at him: "He doesn't remember you anymore."

"As long as it can be recounted, what else does it matter?"

The usually indifferent eyes were covered with affection, Qing Huan felt a little uncomfortable, bowed his head and said: "That was just a dream, after waking up from the dream, we still have to live a real life." He actually remembered... From Shen Yin's family to this life, he I don't know how many lives he has reincarnated, but he actually remembered it...

"Actually, I feel lucky," Chen Ziran accepted the chess piece: "Because I went around, I met him again."

Qing Huan looked down at the chessboard and sighed: "I lost."

"You should have won." Chen Ziran said slowly.

If you hadn't said these words to disturb me, I wouldn't have suffered such a complete defeat...

Qing Huan got up: "Okay, the game is over, I'm going back."

Chen Ziran stood up and held him back: "It's too short, let's play another round."

After all, Qing Huan has some intolerance towards Chen Ziran, this intolerance includes towards God Yin, towards Tang Qiwei...

He looked at his watch: "Okay, let's play another round."

In the next round, there was no other sound in the room except for the sound of falling.This round is very long... It seems that the battle line has been deliberately stretched...

When Qing Huan grew up, he was overwhelmed by drowsiness... In a daze, he felt a familiar smell enveloped him.

……

When Qing Huan woke up, it was already daylight.And he didn't know when he was already lying on the bed, and beside him... was Chen Ziran.

I was sleepy playing chess last night, I don't know when I fell asleep, it should be Chen Ziran who transferred him to the bed...

Looking at Chen Ziran's sleeping face... It seems that this face has become more and more like his original face... He still remembers the proud and beautiful major general, and the god Yin who is aloof and respected...

When Qing Huan was in a daze, the person on the opposite side suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes of the two intertwined. Qing Huan subconsciously looked away and sat up: "Thank you last night. I should go back."

Chen Ziran sat up and said, "I'll see you off."

"No need, it's in the same building." Qing Huan put on her shoes, picked up her coat, put it on, and went straight to the door.

Chen Ziran still followed behind him, and did not change his mind because of Qing Huan's polite refusal.

It's really not ordinary stubbornness...

Just as Qing Huan was about to open the door, he heard a knock on the door from outside, and just as he was about to open the door, he heard voices from outside——

"Chen Ziran, it's me, open the door quickly."

Qing Huan's hand froze abruptly—it was Yue.