Little Mr. is one hundred years old

It wasn't until the old zombie was resting that Qing Huan sneaked into the corpse room.

"Are you all right?" He approached the sarcophagus, where the man was.

He looked up at Qing Huan, and smiled slightly: "Fortunately...cough cough..."

"You..." Qing Huan pursed her lips: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Ahem...it's okay..." He got up from the sarcophagus, stepped out, and faced Qing Huan face to face: "It's just an old problem..."

"The yin is the heaviest here, so I can only hide you here..." Qing Huan said: "Now the master has blocked the entrance, even used traps, and changed the route of the passage... However, I will find a way to send you away." You went out."

"It's not sending me out..." The man looked at Qing Huan: "It's taking you out together."

"Take me with you..." Huan Huan frowned, "Why should I trust you..."

"If you don't believe me, why help me?"

"I..." Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "Impossible, I can't go with you."

"Why?" The man frowned: "Are you afraid of that old monster?"

"The master is very powerful, I can't escape at all... And I have the master's spell on me, as long as he recites the spell, I am completely powerless to resist."

"The talisman...how do I undo it?"

"Unless the master dies."

The man was silent for a while, and then said firmly: "No matter what, I will definitely take you out and get rid of it."

Looking at the obviously weak but inexplicably strong human being in front of him, Qing Huan felt a warm emotion spontaneously, and asked, "Why...you treat me so well?"

"Because..." His eyes were full of tenderness: "I love you."

"Love..." Qing Huan was a little confused: "What is that?"

"This question...you asked me before..." The man reached out and touched Qing Huan's head: "Love is the ultimate liking...so liking that you can give everything for the other party, including life and soul."

"Then...do I love you too?" Qing Huan squinted her eyes with innocence.

"Love..." He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I hope it is too... But, I haven't got your answer before you have time..."

"It's too late..." Qing Huan frowned, "Am I going to die?"

"You won't die..." The man's eyes were deep: "You are just... your soul has left your body... as long as you take you back, you can be resurrected."

"Can you really be resurrected?" Qing Huan felt unbelievable, and asked again: "If you are resurrected, can you eat those delicious foods without using incense?"

Regarding Qing Huan's question, the man laughed: "After resurrection, you can do everything you want and live a normal life."

Qing Huan's eyes lit up: "It would be great if I could really be resurrected..."

"Yes." The man nodded affirmatively: "I will definitely bring you back to life."

Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "Then...you know my name...but I don't know yours yet."

"I..." The man replied, "My name is Chen Ziran now."

"Now? Did you have another name before?"

"That was all a long time ago," he said, "I am now Chen Ziran."

"Oh..." Qing Huan sat down on the coffin board, and pulled Chen Ziran to sit with her: "Let me ask you, what kind of person was I before?"

"You used to..." Chen Ziran's eyes were soft: "It's not the same as you are now."

Qing Huan propped her chin: "What's the difference?"

"You used to be a pure-hearted person..."

"Pure heart and few desires... what do you mean?"

"It's just..." Chen Ziran explained: "For example, the delicious food you want to eat now may not be what you liked before."

"Why don't you like to eat?" Qing Huan asked with a wrinkled face.

"You are vegetarian."

"Ah...but I like to eat meat now." Qing Huan looked regretful: "It's so boring not to eat meat..."

"There are too many constraints on you, rules and regulations, suppressing yourself. After a long time, your desires will become less..."

"What else? I want to hear more about my past..."

"We are classmates……"

"classmate?"

"Yes, high school classmates, we go to class together and leave school together..."

.. ......

In fact, what Chen Ziran didn't say is that the biggest difference between before and now is that now he is more like a child, purer and simpler, and will not hide his desires.

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Do souls sleep too?Do you also dream?

The answer is: yes.

Qing Huan is dreaming right now. In the dream, he is holding hands with a man and running wildly, in a dark and narrow secret passage. It is just himself in the dream, wearing strange clothes, with a long braid dragging behind his head. But the man holding hands with him was not the Ji Zhiqiu he was familiar with now.

In the dream, I was very scared, very nervous, running hard, as if there was something very scary chasing after me, getting closer, getting closer, and I was about to pounce on me...

In real life, he kicked his feet and woke up from his sleep.

When he woke up, he was lying on the big white bed, the white gauze curtain fluttered gently with the breeze, and the sun was shining all over the place in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There is soft and soothing music in the room, which can almost be used as a lullaby.

A quiet and beautiful day.

He got up from the bed, got out of the bed and went out, came to the kitchen where there was slight movement, and saw Ji Zhiqiu in a blue apron busy inside, his sleeves were rolled up, his movements were skillful, and revealed a faint elegance, Like a chef.

When Ji Zhiqiu turned around, he saw Qing Huan and smiled, his originally tough facial features softened: "Wake up."

Qing Huan leaned against the door frame: "I had a dream."

"Really? What did you dream about?"

"Dreaming about myself."

"and then?"

"It's not just me, there's also a man, we're running away together..." Qing Huan recalled: "The place was very dark and narrow... like...a tomb passage..."

Ji Zhiqiu stopped abruptly: "Did you...see that man's appearance?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "I can't see... But, it's not you, but, in the dream, I trust him very much..."

Ji Zhiqiu wiped his hands with his snow-white fur: "It's just a dream, don't think too much about it."

"No," Qing Huan said with a serious expression, "I think it's not just a dream...it's too real...it's like...another me...experiencing all that...why is it like this..."

"Qing Huan, do you trust me?" Ji Zhiqiu asked.

Qing Huan nodded: "I have no reason not to believe you."

Li Zhiqiu walked up to Qing Huan and stared at him: "There are some things that I won't tell you, because I don't want you to worry, and I don't want you to be troubled by it."

"So..." Qing Huan stared at him: "You do hide a lot of things from me, don't you?"

Ji Zhiqiu nodded, and admitted generously: "Yes. As for this matter, I am also trying to solve it."

"This matter...refers to this dream I had?"

"Yes." Ji Zhiqiu sighed, "Originally, I wanted to wait until I found them all..."

"All... found it?" Qing Huan looked confused.

"I told you, your soul is incomplete."

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded: "But you didn't tell me why."

"Now let me tell you, your soul is incomplete because your soul is scattered and torn apart."

"Then I am now...Could it be...just a part of the complete soul?"

"Yes, that's one of the reasons why you can't remember the past."

"That is to say..." Qing Huan clenched his fists with both hands: "There are still split souls in other places... just like me before... I have met you now, and other souls have also experienced some things..."

"Yes, it seems to be true now." Ji Zhiqiu's expression was solemn: "The self in your dream, if I guess correctly, is another soul's experience."