Little Mr. is one hundred years old

At this time of year, even during the years abroad, Qing Huan has to do one thing, which has almost become a habit.

Today is Li'er's birthday.

He was born into this world through Qing Huan's hand, and Qing Huan will never forget this day.In those years, when he was with Li Er, he would celebrate his birthday with him every year, and then... that happened, he sent Li Er away, but every year on his birthday, he would still release sky lanterns, which was considered a kind of respect for him. blessing of.

This year, we have reunited and we are in the same city, but we still can't celebrate his birthday...

Sky lanterns are not easy to buy, but fortunately there is an antique tourist attraction, which sells all kinds of antique lanterns, such as river lanterns, palace lanterns, and sky lanterns.

There are not many sky lanterns in this season, so there are only a few in the shop, Qing Huan picked one, and then asked the shop owner——

"Can I write a note?"

"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper immediately took out the pen and ink: "But you need to add money, two yuan per word."

Qing Huan looked at it and said, "Can I make some myself?"

"You... write it yourself?" The shopkeeper hesitated: "This sky lantern is better for writing with a brush..."

"I know, I'll write it myself." Qing Huan took the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote directly on the note: first, I wish you well-being, second, I wish you happiness, and third, I wish you all the best.

The note was not addressed to anyone, and no one left a message.Everything is in Qing Huan's heart.

The shopkeeper was watching from the side, a little dumbfounded—seeing that this kid is only a high school student, he didn't expect that the word was written so well, in traditional Chinese or cursive...

Qing Huan paid the money and left with her things.

Where is Qinghuan going?He went climbing.

To release sky lanterns, of course, you need to find a secluded place with no one around, and it’s best if the wind direction is right—so this is the only place that can meet the requirements.In addition to being high enough, there is also a relatively flat open space.

Heaving a long breath, Qing Huan put down the backpack, and took out the Aowu who had been obediently in the backpack, rubbing Qing Huan's hand excitedly as soon as he came out.

"Aren't you overwhelmed?" Qing Huan patted its head: "I'll take you back after I finish this."

"Aww." Aww watched as Qing Huan took out something from the handbag, then skillfully set up the shelf, and finally turned into a... sky lantern.

Qing Huan hung the written note in the sky lantern, and after checking that there was nothing wrong, she lit the fire wire inside with the lighter she had prepared...

Aowu stared intently at the sky lantern in Qing Huan's hand, watching the sky lantern slowly rising from stillness with the burning wire... Aowu jumped up suddenly, the claw almost pulled the sky lantern——Qing Hurry up and hug it——

"Hey, don't make trouble, be good."

Aowu was held in Qing Huan's arms, her gaze was long and deep.

"I don't know, how is he doing today..."

The "he" in this mouth naturally refers to Zhong Li.

Someone should accompany him on his birthday...that month...

Thinking of Yue, Qing Huan felt a chill.

What kind of existence is he?Moreover, he seems to know a lot of things that he doesn't know... Although he doesn't know the truth of those things, it's too scary.

Yue... wants to replace the fortune teller he once met. He can't see but can recognize himself, and he said - the biggest enemy is himself.If... If this sentence refers to the dove occupying the magpie's nest, isn't it just right... Yue is the enemy... Then what disaster will he bring to himself...

Qing Huan was thinking wildly, but unexpectedly, Aowu, who was in her arms, broke free from him, jumped to the ground, then ran back, plunged into the dense bushes and disappeared...

Qing Huan came back to her senses, and hurriedly chased after him——

"Wow, where are you going? Wow! Come back quickly! Wow——"

Qing Huan flipped through the flashlight in her bag, but at this moment, she heard a huge sound not far away, as if something huge hit the tree trunk, and then there was a dull sound of falling to the ground...

Qing Huan ran towards the source of the sound with a flashlight, but when he arrived at the "scene", he only saw a mess on the ground and... a whole crooked tree, as if it had been crushed by something...

What happened in just half a minute just now...

"Aww?" Aww raised his head, his glazed eyes became brighter in the limited light.

Qing Huan squatted down to take a closer look, only to find out that the centipede was held down and played with by the chubby claws... wait, isn't the centipede going to hibernate?

Qing Huan frowned: "Wow, what are you doing? You can't dig out the hibernating centipede to play with?"

"Wow." Aww looked at Qing Huan with very innocent eyes, while stepping on the centipede as long as a palm a few times with his meat pad.

"Stop playing, this centipede... is so big, it's not easy to survive, let it go quickly."

Aowu blinked, finally heard Qing Huan's words, and obediently raised her paw... However, when Qing Huan looked at the centipede again, it had been... trampled to pieces by Aowu's claws.

Already dead.

Qing Huan sighed, hugged Aowu - "You are really... so naughty... It's wrong to kill casually, do you know that?"

"Aww?" She tilted her head, looking pitiful.

Qing Huan pinched the hair on his back: "Okay, meeting you is also its doom. Let's go, we should go back."

Qing Huan hugged Aowu and left. After walking a few steps, he remembered something, and looked back at the mess—wait a minute, there is only Aowu here, so who made the loud noise just now?

Qing Huan lowered her head and looked at the little thing that was licking her tongue flatteringly—it couldn't be this guy, could it?

Or, is there a strange change here?Better leave quickly.

Qing Huan didn't go deep into it. If he was more careful, if it was daytime, he would see the huge hoof prints on the yellow mud and the long scratches on the tree trunk...

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Qing Huan stood outside the door of M's ward, just about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside, and it was M's manager who opened the door—the manager's face was ugly, and when he saw Qing Huan, he was not as polite as before. , glared at him, and quickly walked away aggressively.

Qing Huan was a little baffled, walked in, and saw Old God M sitting on the hospital bed flipping through magazines...

"Why did you make him angry again? He looked at me just now as if he wanted to eat me..." Qing Huan asked M while closing the door with a stroke.

M looked at him: "He should want to eat me more."

"how?"

"I asked him to bring the contract over."

"What contract?"

"The contract that terminates the contract."

Qing Huan paused: "Is there really no room for change?"

M closed the magazine, looked at Qing Huan with her silver-gray eyes, and said two words from her thin lips: "GameOver."

"Okay." Qing Huan couldn't persuade her anymore, she just said: "I saw a lot of fans leaving messages on your personal webpage before. They are very concerned about your injury and worried about you. If you quit the circle, they should would be sad."

"You humans' feelings are very fragile." M said slowly: "The fans' feelings are even more fragile. As time goes by and new idols come out, they will forget about me."

"..." Qing Huan said coolly, "It's really cold-blooded."

M licked his lips: "Did Mr. Bai know that I am cold-blooded? Didn't you drink my blood?"

"..." Qing Huan sat down at the side and changed the subject: "Then what are you going to do in the future? Are you going back to England?"

M raised her eyebrows: "Mr. Bai wants me to go back?"

"No... I didn't say that."

"If Mr. Bai asks me to leave, I will be sad." M brushed his long hair, his face still wrapped in bandages couldn't hide his handsome western features.

"I'm just asking..."

"Speaking of which, I'm not an artist, and I have to pay a huge liquidated damages... If I pay this liquidated damages, I will become a poor person."

"So?" Qing Huan looked at him—always felt that there would be more to come.

"As a friend," M looked at Qing Huan with a smile, "Mr. Bai should be very willing to help me."

"..."

This is the first time I have seen someone ask for help from others so naturally...