Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Huan, you want to go back to the hotel with me..."

Before King finished speaking, Qing Huan said——

"I remembered that I still have homework to do, so I'll go home and do my homework first." Qing Huan stood up with her schoolbag on her back: "That's it, see you next time."

Gu Yuehua watched from the sidelines, but did not expose the fact that Qing Huan finished her homework here just after school.

King watched Qing Huan leave helplessly, and only then did he focus on Gu Yuehua, who had been neglected in front of him, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you?"

If it was someone else, they would definitely think that King was swearing, but Gu Yuehua knew that this foreign "person" was not an ordinary person.

"It's definitely not the same kind as you." Gu Yuehua said with a smile.

King hooked the corner of his lips: "Is it Huan's friend?"

"That's it."

"Don't have any plans for Huan," King licked his lips: "He is my prey."

"Chinese is good," Gu Yuehua chuckled, holding a coffee cup, "However, I don't think Qing Huan will obediently let you hunt."

King opened his mouth, showing his inhuman sharp fangs at Gu Yuehua, his ice blue eyes also turned blood red, but it was fleeting, he sneered and stood up: "Friend Huan, see you next time." It was similar to what Qing Huan said just now, but the meaning inside was completely different.

This is the first time Gu Yuehua has been threatened by a "person"... He touched his chin, "It's actually a legendary blood race...Qing Huan, how many people do you know..."

But at this time, Qing Huan didn't really go home, but went to the street and wandered around, unknowingly, she wandered to the former site of the Governor's Mansion on Xinglong Street...

Why come here...

"Student, do you want to go in?" the administrator at the door asked Qing Huan.

Qing Huan nodded.

"With your ID card, 10 yuan for locals and 30 yuan for foreigners."

"Oh." Qing Huan took out the money and bought a ticket.

There were not many tourists inside, Qing Huan only saw a group of tourists brought by the tour guide, but there were no individual tourists like him.

Qing Huan pretended to be a tourist and followed their team, listening to the tour guide's explanation——

"Speaking of this young warlord Tang Qiwei is more famous than his father who was the warlord. He went to the battlefield at the age of 15. Although he only lived to be 32 years old, he has made great achievements in the war for more than ten years. He is the youngest general in the Republic of China. Later, in the well-known battle to defend the city, he was shot with 36 bullets, but he still insisted on beheading the commander of the Japanese invaders, and finally died a tragic death.”

"Is this the photo of the Young Overseer?" A little girl asked, pointing to the photo hanging in the hall.

Qing Huan took a look, and saw that the officer in the photo had bright eyebrows and strong facial features. He was wearing a gray uniform and black riding boots, and he was holding a black sheathed saber with a pointed black sheath in his white-gloved hand, looking very majestic.

"That's right, this is Governor Tang Shao." The director nodded: "There are not many photos of him left in the world, but this one was finally found and enlarged."

"So handsome..." several girls chirped - they naturally have a liking for a handsome guy, let alone a senior military officer with great military achievements, even though he is dead, it doesn't prevent them from flirting in their hearts.

Qing Huan stared at the photo without blinking her eyes - I don't know if it was an illusion, but the person in the photo seemed to be looking at her.

"Guide, does this young warlord have a lover?"

"According to records, the young warlord had a wife and a concubine. His wife died early, and the concubine came from a wealthy family, but he was not righted until his death." The tour guide thought for a while, and then said: "An American reporter once interviewed the young warlord. He himself Said that there is a lover, but it is a pity that he passed away early."

"Is he talking about his wife?"

"Probably not. His wife is married with her belly. There is no emotional foundation. It should be someone else."

"Wow... so romantic, to be loved by such a handsome general, and to die willingly..."

"Don't be an idiot, the one she likes must be a big beauty, ordinary people don't have a chance%"

In this regard, several girls were arguing there.

Qing Huan was listening, and a sad voice suddenly appeared in her mind——

'Qing Huan, wake up!Wake up!Stop playing...Qing Huan...I still have something to say to you...Qing Huan, I like you...I love you...'

Qing Huan's eyes flickered, staring at the person in the photo in a daze.

Half an hour later, the old site of the Governor's Mansion was about to close. The administrator watched the group of tourists come out of it. As usual, he played a broadcast to clean up the tourists. After waiting for about 15 minutes, he locked the gate. There is a monitor to watch, but the monitor was broken yesterday, and there are too many haunted rumors in the Governor's Mansion, who would come to patronize at night with nothing to do?

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in the Governor's Mansion turned on at the same time, as if someone lived here a hundred years ago.

Qing Huan came to the study again, and the winding road seemed all too familiar.

Pushing open the door, just like what I saw last time, everything seems to be ready for people to visit.

Sitting down in front of the small desk, Qing Huan stroked the paper on it with her hand, propped her head on one hand, closed her eyes, and tried to find that possible memory fragment in her mind—when did she sleep last? I don't even know.

'Young Overseer, why are you fighting? '

'For the greater good. '

'But isn't the well-being of the people the most important thing? '

'In this day and age, the people are doomed to be victims only. '

'Is it possible that one day there will be no more wars and all people will live in peace? '

'...There will be. '

"When the time comes, I will definitely buy a piece of land in the countryside and live a pastoral life like Tao Qian's, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely..."

'……Are you alone? '

'what? '

'nothing. '

'...'

"Young Overseer..." Qing Huan woke up suddenly. When she straightened up, the thing covering her back slipped to the ground. Qing Huan bent down and picked up the black cloak. Time, instantly turned into nothingness.

Qing Huan stood up and said quietly to the room: "Is that you? Are you here? Why don't you come out? You are clearly here...Young Governor...Tang Qiwei..."

"Wow..." There was a sound of the door being shaken by the cold wind.

Qing Huan walked to the door, looked at the shadows of the whirling trees and the melting moonlight outside, sighed, and turned around, only to see a man sitting behind the desk, his face hidden in the shadows.

"Small... Overseer..."

Qing Huan walked over slowly, stood in front of the desk, looked at the man whose face could not be seen clearly: "It's you...isn't it?"