Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan looked at the "person" in front of her: "We know each other, don't we?"

In the darkness, he could see his bright black eyes, but he didn't answer.

"I'm Qing Huan, Bai Qinghuan, do we know each other?" Qing Huan asked again.

He still didn't move or speak.

Qing Huan stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him, but her hand was held firmly, very cold...

"There are still thirteen days."

The deep voice, every word, seemed to hit Qing Huan's heart.

"what?"

Qing Huan was inexplicable, but found that his figure gradually blurred until he disappeared.

"Tang Qiwei!"

Really gone.Qing Huan searched around the entire governor's mansion, but did not see the ghost of the young governor again.

He was a little discouraged, but the door was open, and when he came out of the Governor's Mansion, the door closed automatically.

Qing Huan walked on the street, leaving Xinglong Street, the street became wider and more people, the neon lights were like daytime.

In an open space by the side of the road, several children surrounded a clown, who was throwing colorful balls, his movements were very flexible and smooth, and the children watched intently——

The clown's gaze met Qing Huan's. Qing Huan paused, turned around and left, while the clown gave some colored balls to the children and chased after her.

"Mr. Bai, long time no see." The voice was strange, with a sticky feeling that made people uncomfortable.

In Qing Huan's heart, there was a villain who shrugged—he turned around and looked at the clown, showing a polite smile: "M, long time no see."

"Mr. Bai recognized me but didn't say hello to me. It's really sad."

"I..." I can't really say that I didn't recognize it—"I see that you are having so much fun with the kids, so I want to leave you alone."

M's blood-red mouth grinned: "Mr. Bai, it's really not suitable for lying."

"..." Qing Huan could only change the subject: "Why are you pretending to be a clown?"

In fact, even if you don't pretend to be a clown, M's own dress is enough to "attract" people.

"Because it's boring." M laughed "hee hee" a few times and said, "I thought Mr. Bai would come to play with me, but I was disappointed."

Qing Huan was helpless: "I'm sorry." Sometimes it's not okay to talk to him seriously, and it's not okay to be serious—"As an apology, let me treat you to dessert."

M is a bit of a weird person, but there is one thing that he shares with Qing Huan, and that is desserts. Strictly speaking, it is because of M that Qing Huan likes desserts. When he was in England, M served afternoon tea snacks on time every day. Time drives Qing Huan, and since then she has fallen into the world of desserts.

"Then thank you, Mr. Bai, for your hospitality."

So Qing Huan and M in clown costume went into a dessert shop together. Under everyone's strange eyes, they ordered a table of desserts, from pudding to cake, from sundae to mousse, from pudding to pastry, everything .

M is holding the cake and eating it with a look of enjoyment, while Qing Huan on the opposite side is absent-mindedly stirring the pudding——

Thirteen days... Thirteen days... What does it mean?Why do we say "thirteen days"?Is there any special day after thirteen days?Qing Huan counted the days, no matter how she counted, that day was just an ordinary Wednesday.

"Mr. Bai seems to have something on his mind." When M laughed, his whole face became even weirder.

Qing Huan came back to her senses and put the pudding into her mouth: "It's nothing."

M laughed "hee hee" twice, but didn't speak again.

After eating, the two of them were on their way back—Qing Huan was going home, and M followed him for some reason, and Qing Huan couldn't speak well, so she had to let him go.

"It smells so good..." Suddenly M stopped in his tracks.

Qing Huan looked at him suspiciously: "M?"

At this time, another cheerful voice sounded——

"Qing Huan!"

Qing Huan turned her head and saw Chen Ziran running towards her. The boy was wearing blue casual clothes and a headband, as if he had just returned from exercising.

"Qing Huan, I didn't expect to see you here, are you out for a walk?" Chen Ziran smiled brightly.

"Hmm..." Qing Huan nodded slightly: "Where have you been?" Just a simple question.

"Going for a run by the river." Chen Ziran's eyes were on M, because M exuded a strange aura, and he quickly looked away: "Your friend?"

"Oh, yes, his name is M, and he is my friend from England."

"Oh...international friends." Chen Ziran stretched out his hand to M: "Hi, I'm Chen Ziran, Qing Huan's classmate... Huh? Do I want to use English? Iam..."

"Hello, Qing Huan's classmate." M shook his hand and said with a smile.

M's laughter made Chen Ziran's skin crawl, but because of Qing Huan's presence, he just laughed dryly and said, "Your Chinese is good..."

"Well, M has learned Chinese with me." Qing Huan didn't want M to have more conversations with Chen Ziran, so she said, "Chen Ziran, let's go first, see you tomorrow."

"Oh...see you tomorrow."

Qing Huan took M to leave, and had already turned a street, M smelled the hand she shook with Chen Ziran, and said with a smile: "It smells so good..."

"What?" Qing Huan didn't understand.

"Your classmate..." M said with a smile, "His soul... smells so good, it's... ripe..."

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment, then frowned—doesn't M mean that "it smells so good"...Could it be that Chen Ziran...