Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan originally thought that Long Zhao would stay with her as much as possible to cultivate their relationship. However, Long Zhao did not. Come back to sleep.Of course, Qing Huan didn't know what Long Zhao was busy with. Of course, he also wished that Long Zhao would be busy, because he had his own plans.

Waking up in the morning, Long Zhao was still nowhere to be seen.Qing Huan and Jiujiu had breakfast together, and then sent Jiujiu to school.

Qing Huan was thinking about something, but was suddenly interrupted by the childish cry——

"...Dad? Dad?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses, looked down at Jiujiu: "What's the matter?"

"Dad...you...could you pick me up in the afternoon...pick me up from school?"

Jiujiu tilted his head up, his round eyes were full of anticipation.

Qing Huan was expressionless: "Let's talk about it."

"Also, and..."

"Say." Why can't I always say a complete sentence?He stammered, and Long Zhao didn't know how to teach... He couldn't even teach a child well... Qing Huan complained in his heart, but he didn't know that in front of outsiders, Jiu Jiu was very well-behaved and sensible, and he always gave perfect marks for his performance. Yes, it's just that when facing him... Jiujiu is always afraid that he will be upset if he says something wrong, so he seems hesitant.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow night there will be a parent meeting...will dad come to attend?"

Qing Huan frowned: "You should go to Long Zhao for this kind of matter."

"But I think..."

Qing Huan looked at him: "You ask too much."

Jiujiu lowered his head: "I'm sorry... Dad..."

In the end, when Jiujiu entered the school gate, he always drooped his head and looked dejected.Qing Huan watched him go in, turned around and left when he disappeared - but he didn't go back, but went to another place.

This is a high-end apartment complex. Qing Huan traced the ten-story high-rise building along the way by his breath. Standing on the balcony where many small potted plants were planted, he looked inside from the opened curtain——

In the living room, there are two "people".One of them was dressed casually, wearing a yellow apron that didn't match his handsome appearance, holding a shovel in one hand, and was talking to another "person" with a smile, that "person"

Wearing pajamas, looking like he just woke up, yawning and nodding... When he turned around, he could see his appearance clearly—a face that was exactly the same as Qing Huan's.

Seeing him pick up the watering can and go out, Qing Huan hid himself.

The balcony door opened, and the "person" who looked like him checked the potted plants first, and then began to water them. His movements were careful and gentle, taking care of every plant, and then he didn't know what he thought of. He was dazed again, frowning slightly, as if he was troubled, then sighed again...

Qing Huan appeared behind him. After watching for a while, he deliberately knocked over the potted plant to attract the attention of the "person"...

He turned around abruptly, his surprised face turned into fright when he saw Qing Huan.

He covered his mouth: "You..."

Qing Huan tilted her head and stared at him expressionlessly.

"Qing Huan, what's wrong?" The man's voice came from inside.

Why did he hesitate for a moment before turning his head and shouting to the inside: "It's okay... I accidentally knocked over the potted plant..."

"Oh, we can eat later." The people inside also believed his words without any doubt. "good."

As he quietly closed the balcony door, he said to Qing Huan, "You... why did you come here?"

Qing Huan walked up to him, and directly stated her appeal:

"do you want……

Fit with me? "

The "man" held the handle of the watering can tightly, and his lips trembled:

"Fit..."

"We are one body, only when we are united can we return to our physical body." Qing Huan said to him.

"I know……"

"you are not willing?"

He bit his lip:

"Can you...

Can you give me a little more time..."

Qing Huan stared at him for a while, then said: "Okay, ten days, ten days later, I will come to you."

"……it is good."

Qing Huan left the apartment—in fact, he could see that when he said he wanted to fit in with him, he was not very happy...

It stands to reason that being able to restore the physical body should be a good thing...

Why is he not happy...

Qing Huan didn't understand either, but he wasn't the kind of character who would break the casserole and ask the end, and he didn't like to force others to make things difficult, so...

Ten days or so, he planned it long ago, to find other souls, and then combine them - Qing Huan's advantage is...he can sense the location of those souls, and then track them...Of course, all of this , he will not let Long Zhao know.He doesn't like to be controlled by others, and he doesn't like to ask for help.Not to mention people who have ulterior motives for themselves.

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"Qing Huan, come, have breakfast."

Ji Zhiqiu called Qing Huan over, "You want fried eggs and noodles."

Qing Huan sat down at the dining table, watching Ji Zhiqiu busy burning incense there, he remained silent, obviously his usual love of things was not attractive anymore.

After finishing everything, Ji Zhiqiu sat back and looked at Qing Huan: "What's wrong? You can eat."

"I... have no appetite."

Ji Zhiqiu asked strangely: "Isn't this what you just said you wanted to eat?"

Qing Huan shook her head, her voice muffled: "It was just now, now... I don't want to eat."

The smile on Ji Zhiqiu's face slowly disappeared, he looked at Huan Huan: "Huo Huan, something is wrong with you... tell me, what happened?"

"Ji Zhiqiu..." Qing Huan raised her head and looked at him: "Do you...do you really, really want me to be resurrected?"

"Of course." Ji Zhiqiu replied without hesitation: "I have nothing else to ask for now."

Qing Huan's eyes darkened, and she didn't answer.

"Qing Huan, don't worry," Ji Zhiqiu thought he was worried, held his hand and comforted him, "I will definitely bring you back to life."

Qing Huan stared at Ji Zhiqiu: "Li Zhiqiu, do you really love... him?"

"he?"

"It's Bai Qinghuan."

Ji Zhiqiu smiled: "What stupid things are you talking about, you are Bai Qinghuan."

Qing Huan shook her head lightly: "It's not the same... I heard you said about him... I feel different from him..."

"That's just because you forgot..." Ji Zhiqiu said: "And your soul is incomplete, there must be something different."

"But, when my soul merges into one, I won't be who I am now... Or, I'll just disappear, right?"

Ji Zhiqiu's expression became serious: "Qing Huan, why do you say that, you are you, even if the soul is united, it only becomes more complete, how could it disappear?"

Qing Huan lowered her eyelids: "I like you."

Ji Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"

Qing Huan raised her head, her eyes were firm: "I said, I like you."

"Qing Huan..." Ji Zhiqiu stood up, walked in front of Qing Huan, knelt on the ground on one knee, held his hand, and looked at him with a very reverent posture: "Do you know what you mean by liking? "

"I know, I like you and I like being with you." Qing Huan said: "Although...in my memory, we haven't known each other for a long time, but you make me feel very at ease and happy, and I want to always to be with you."

Ji Zhiqiu smiled slightly, with tenderness in his eyes, completely inconsistent with his previous aggressive image—he slowly leaned over, gently cupped Qing Huan's face, and kissed it——

This sentence... He waited for a long time...

Qing Huan closed her eyes, accepted Ji Zhiqiu's kiss obediently, and when Ji Zhiqiu hugged him, she also put her arms around his neck—at first it was tender and sweet, and then it was frantic and springy...

He likes Ji Zhiqiu... If that word wasn't too heavy, he would even say it to Ji Zhiqiu...

I love you.

Qing Huan temporarily forgot what the "person" said to him before, temporarily forgot the oppressive feeling, and just indulged in the tenderness and lingering that Ji Zhiqiu brought him... In the gap between breathing, he thought to himself: If you keep It would be great if this continues, if the person in front of me...belongs to me...

But...there are too many buts...

He can only grasp the limited time now, every minute and every second with this person... cherish it...