Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Where's Jiujiu?" Qing Huan asked the servant who was sweeping the floor.

"The young master is in the upstairs room."

"Well, I'll go take a look."

Qing Huan arrived at the door of Jiu Jiu's room upstairs, and was about to open the door to enter when she heard voices coming from inside. After listening for a while, Qing Huan realized that only Jiu Jiu's voice was coming—is this brat talking to himself?

Suddenly, the sound inside stopped abruptly, and there was no sound at all.Qing Huan felt strange, opened the door and went in, looked around but did not see Jiujiu, he opened the bathroom door again, but there was no one there either.

Qing Huan turned her head and looked at Jiujiu's desk. There were books and pens on the desk, but there was one thing that was very strange. It turned out to be a jade tablet with a dragon engraved on it. The shape seems to be only half of it... There are faint red lines on it, as if blood is flowing... Qing Huan picked up the jade card, but found that the jade card seemed to have a strong adsorption force, and his hand was caught I sucked it in, and before I could react, my whole body was sucked in...

The blinding white light made Qing Huan close his eyes, and when he opened them, he was already on a path covered with yellow maple leaves.He frowned, turned around, and saw Jiujiu walking forward with his schoolbag on his back not far away.

Huohuan wanted to call him, but after thinking about it, he still didn't make a sound, but chose to follow Jiujiu - he wanted to know what this little guy was going to do.

Qing Huan followed Jiujiu, and saw him come all the way to the outside of a school, and then poked his head around the wall, as if he was peeking at something... Qing Huan glanced at the school, it was a high school, could it be that there was such a thing in the high school? Someone the little guy knows? ...

Jiujiu Zaiyuan, he stamped his feet in circles, looking very nervous and anxious.

After a while, I heard the bell of the school board dismissing from school. Not long after, a large wave of students in school uniforms poured out of it—Jiujiu kept staring at the door, not letting anyone who came out, until...

Qing Huan saw the excited smile on his face, and followed his gaze... The boy was wearing the same school uniform as the others, carrying a schoolbag, his face had already got rid of the childishness of his peers, and his expression was lazy. A little bored... But what attracted Qing Huan's attention was——

He has the same face as himself.

Qing Huan narrowed his eyes, he was sure that it was not a soul, but a real human being.He hasn't been resurrected yet, so... who is he?

Qing Huan suddenly thought of a possibility—seeing Jiu Jiu's excited appearance... This person is very likely to be herself... But, it's not the current self, but... the former self.

This kid actually has a way to go back to the past? ! !

Qing Huan hid her figure and aura, followed behind Jiujiu, and Jiujiu followed behind another self...Jiujiu was found to be a matter of course, this little guy, who obviously has the blood of the dragon god, but he can't even follow people. So crappy.

Qing Huan watched Jiujiu get caught, and then cried spinelessly... Qing Huan couldn't help but get a headache... It's hopeless, with such a crybaby character...

But to be honest, the previous self was indeed much gentler than the current self, and he was not angry when he was pestered by a strange child, and he would comfort and appease him... It is impossible to say that Jiujiu would hold him and show that kind of A look of total dependence...

Thinking of the way I usually get along with Jiujiu, as long as I look at him, Jiujiu is too scared to say a word.But now it feels very harmonious to get along with the self in front of me.

Qing Huan followed them into a milk tea shop, and saw that he had ordered a bunch of desserts, and Jiu Jiu ate happily, which reminded Qing Huan that when they ate together before, Jiu Jiu was very restrained in eating. It's also because Long Zhao's family education is very strict... I really want Long Zhao to see what Jiu Jiu looks like now.

Qing Huan didn't get too close, but stayed far away, so he didn't hear what they were saying clearly, but after seeing Jiujiu, he cried again, and that self awkwardly wiped his tears and comforted him. He—one was crying sadly, the other had a serious and worried expression. He didn't know, he thought what happened to the child.

But Qing Huan could tell—that self was really kind to the child.Jiujiu was coaxed by him to stop crying, and the two got together again to drink happily.

Qing Huan has been observing that self - it turned out that the previous self was like this.

They finished eating and went to the subway station together.

Jiujiu is still reluctant to part, but they still have to separate after all.

Jiujiu got on the subway, and Qing Huan followed him. Jiujiu kept holding the door of the car and looked at that self, until he couldn't see him, then turned around a little discouraged - it seemed that he really liked that self.

Jiujiu got off the car at the next stop, Qinghuan followed behind him, looked at his dejected look, shook his head, finally showed up, and patted him on the head.

Jiu Jiu turned around in shock, and when he saw Qing Huan, the expression on his face became even more frightened——

"Dad, Daddy?!"

Qing Huan looked at him expressionlessly: "Have you had fun?"

Jiujiu was so frightened that he couldn't speak, his whole face turned pale, looking pitiful.

Qing Huan sighed: "Okay, if you have something to say, let's go back and talk about it."

Jiujiu bit his lip, and then took out a jade tablet from his pocket - it was indeed a pair with the about card that Qing Huan saw before.

……

Qinghuan and Jiujiu came back together.

At that time, Long Zhao hadn't come back—so, he didn't know their previous story.

Qing Huan and Jiujiu sat face to face in the room.

"Can you explain it to me now?" Qing Huan looked at him: "About you being able to go back to the past."

Jiujiu pursed his lips, combined the jade token in his hand with the jade token on the table, and put it in Qing Huan's hand: "It depends on this."

"You mean, you can go back in time with this?"

Jiujiu shook his head: "There is only one chance..."

"What do you mean?"

"This..." Jiujiu looked a little sad: "It was given to me by my father."

"The father you said is..."

Jiujiu looked at Qinghuan: "It's you."

"I gave you?"

"You asked Uncle Xiaozhou to give it to me." Jiujiu said, "You said, if I want to see you, I can use this to go back in time and see you...but...it can only be used once."

"Who is Uncle Xiaozhou?"

"Uncle Xiaozhou is..."

"Qing Huan, are you there?" Long Zhao's voice came from outside.

Qing Huan put away the jade plaque, and said softly to Jiujiu, "Don't mention this beforehand."

"it is good."

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Qing Huan looked at the address in her hand, looked up and carefully confirmed the house number - this is an old shop, with copper coins and bell stalls hanging under the eaves, the statue of the town house and talisman paper on the door, and the plaque on the door The words "Boya Wenbao" are clear and clear.

When Qing Huan was about to enter the door, the copper bell rang by itself, and he raised his eyebrows: "It's interesting."

Qing Huan directly opened the door cloth and went in, when she heard a man's voice from inside: "Who dares to barge in like this..."

Qing Huan looked expressionlessly at the man in a black long gown and small round sunglasses, who looked like a magic stick, but held a feather duster in his hand and had a beard.When the man saw Qing Huan coming in, he was stunned, and the feather duster in his hand fell to the ground. Then he took off his sunglasses, stared at Qing Huan with wide eyes, and said awkwardly: "Little, Little Mister..."

Qing Huan replied: "Sorry, my surname is not Xiao."

That man's eyes turned red. If Qing Huan's face wasn't so cold, he would have runny nose and tears. He came forward and said, "Mr. Xiao...you are still joking with me...I'm Xiaozhou ...you don't know me anymore?"

"Xiao...zhou?" Qing Huan said lightly, "You are the uncle Xiaozhou that Jiujiu is talking about?"

"Yes, it's me..." Xiaozhou's face was full of smiles: "Xiao Mister, did you see Jiujiu?"

"Yes, Jiujiu told me to come here to find you."

Xiao Zhou saw Qing Huan cast by the light but couldn't see the shadow, his eyes darkened, but he still had a smile on his face: "Sir, sit down, sit down, I'll make you a pot of good tea—"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Qing Huan's response, she turned around and went into the room to make tea.

Qing Huan looked at his back and thought to herself: That little guy Jiujiu knew him like a child...