Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan was lying on the roof, quietly turning her head to look at M beside her—the text just now was so unreal.

"M..."

M turned his head and smiled: "What does Mr. Bai want to ask me?"

"You said... you and I are partners..." Qing Huan asked doubtfully, "Is this true?"

"We have a ceremony and we are partners."

"But……"

Seeing his tangled expression, M asked, "But what?"

"But I like Chen Ziran..."

"What do you like about him?" M asked.

"Chen Ziran is good to me." Qing Huan replied as a matter of course.

"I will treat you well." M stared at him, "I can give you everything Chen Ziran can give you, and I can give you what he can't give you." real.

"It's different."

"What's the difference?" M followed closely.

"Chen Ziran and you...you and Chen Ziran, you two are different."

"Has Chen Ziran kissed you?" M asked again.

Qing Huan shook her head - in his memory, Chen Ziran was very gentle to him, never being overly intimate.

"When I kissed you, you didn't refuse."

"That's because I was too late..." Qing Huan retorted.

"Do you hate it?" M's eyes locked on him.

Qing Huan opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

M giggled, "Mr. Bai, your heart is different from your mouth... In your Chinese language, it's called... duplicity."

--segmentation--

When Qing Huan entered through the window, she saw him rolling on the bed with his arms around the pillow, beating the innocent pillow from time to time... the whole person looked tangled and irritable.

Qing Huan propped her chin and looked at it for a long time but couldn't see why, and finally couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you?"

He was startled, got up from the bed, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Qing Huan: "Ah...it's you..."

"Of course it's me." Qing Huan walked over and sat down beside the bed: "Didn't it be agreed? Let's get together tonight."

"Oh... yes... I almost forgot..." He scratched his hair, but his brows were still furrowed.

"Do you have any troubles?" Qing Huan asked.

"I..." He puffed his cheeks, still looking childish: "I just don't understand..."

"Don't understand what?"

He sat cross-legged, facing Qing Huan face to face, and really looked like he wanted to talk about his thoughts——

"Let me tell you, if you like someone but don't hate the other's kiss... what's going on?"

Qing Huan paused, and replied: "That means you like another person."

"No, I said I like the first person."

"That means you have feelings for both of them."

"Really?" He cupped his face: "How can you have feelings for two people? Isn't this very bad?" He used two very bad expressions to express the guilt in his heart .

Asked by him, Qing Huan felt guilty - because his situation was more serious.

He didn't get an answer from Qing Huan, and continued: "At that time I was living in the tomb, and it was Chen Ziran who came to look for me...he was obviously only a human being, but he still wanted to take me out, and almost died inside...Chen Ziran was very good to me Yes, I like him very much too... I want to be with him all the time... Later, Chen Ziran took me to England, where I met M. When I first saw him, I thought he was a ghost and was scared to death. ...he is...weird, not a good person...but after getting in touch with him, he felt that he was very nice...willing to accompany me in everything, and even make me happy..." He sighed for a long time. Take a breath.

"What sigh?"

"I really don't like the way it is now, I think I'm too bad..." He grabbed Qing Huan's hand: "Tell me, what should I do?"

Qing Huan was silent.

He looked at Qing Huan and flattened his mouth: "Don't you know?"

If I knew, I wouldn't have to...

"Yes, you are here to fit with me." He pursed his lips: "Then let's fit together, maybe, after we fit together, we don't have to think about these troublesome things."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows - she was so naive.

--segmentation--

Under the full moon, two figures lay side by side on the roof.

"Mr. Bai, you once asked me something, I don't know if you still remember it." M said suddenly, with a rare serious tone.

"What?"

"You ask me, if I have been alone for 1000 years, will I be lonely?"

"Did I ask that question? I don't remember. How did you answer that?"

"I said, I never knew what loneliness is."

"Oh... I remembered, I seem to have said it before." Qing Huan was puzzled: "Is there any problem with this sentence?"

"Because, I later realized what loneliness is."

"Huh?" Qing Huan was puzzled.

M turned to look at him: "When you get used to living with one person, you will know the feeling of loneliness when you become alone again."

M's eyes glowed under the moonlight, and there were many complicated emotions in them.

Qing Huan suddenly understood what M wanted to say.

"Mr. Bai, so, I want to say something to you. Mr. Bai, I..."

Qing Huan interrupted him: "M, actually not everything has to be said."

"Then I'll change it." M leaned over and whispered in Qing Huan's ear, "loveyou."

"..."

……

With a jolt, he woke up.

Qing Huan opened her eyes and succeeded.

He got up from the bed, walked to the door and opened the door, then, relying on memory, walked to the next room, twisted the doorknob, walked in, and closed the door.

Qing Huan walked slowly to the bed, and there was a person lying quietly on the bed—no, it should be said to be a body—it was Bai Qinghuan's body.

The corners of Qing Huan's mouth were bent, and she bent down and kissed the talisman between her eyebrows before lying down, her soul and body fused into one.

This kind of fit is not the same as the fit between souls, but a kind of comfort that is completely in harmony with each other, and the limbs and bones are connected.

Don't be nervous, take your time and let the soul adapt to the body.

It took about half an hour before Qing Huan felt the weight, yes, it was weight.

He moved his fingers, then raised his hand, looked at the finger, it was real, and pinched his body again—it would hurt.

Qing Huan got up from the bed, her feet touched the bottom, and felt the coldness of the floor—this was the temperature.After jumping on the ground several times, Qing laughed happily—he was resurrected.

"Click."

The door opened at this time.

Qing Huan looked up, and a tall and thin figure appeared in front of him. He was casually dressed in a blue woolen sweater and beige trousers. His face was slightly pale, probably because he had just read a book. The glasses on the bridge of his nose were not taken off. The originally gloomy person now felt a little gentle and lazy.

"Qing Huan?" Chen Ziran looked at Qing Huan, stunned for a while, and then smiled: "Why did you attach it again? Cough cough... Didn't you just fail to attach it today?"

Qing Huan stared at him without speaking.

Chen Ziran had a strange feeling—it was obviously the same face, but Qing Huan's expression and his eyes were not like the innocent Qing Huan before, but rather...

"you……"

Qing Huan withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and rummaged through her trouser pockets, and said casually: "It's okay... I just want to try... Maybe try a lot, and I'll be able to adapt to this body."

"Ahem..." Chen Ziran covered her lips: "Ahem...don't let yourself be tired...M said that your soul is incomplete, and being possessed for a long time will affect your soul...cough...it will affect... "

"Well...I see..."

Hearing Chen Ziran's cough, Qing Huan felt very uncomfortable, but at this moment, he could only ignore it.

"I'm hungry, I'm going to the kitchen to find something to eat, do you want it?"

"Ahem... I'll go with you..."

"up to you."

Qing Huan passed in front of him and walked out, while Chen Ziran followed behind him.The two went downstairs and came to the kitchen one after the other.

Qing Huan opened the refrigerator and looked down for something to satisfy his hunger - saying that he was hungry was not a complete pretense, in fact, he who had just been resurrected did feel that his stomach was empty.

"Cough cough..." Chen Ziran walked over and said, "Let me cook... cough cough... okay?"

"You cook?" Qing Huan doubted.

"Yes...cough..." Chen Ziran took out a box of eggs from the refrigerator and asked casually, "How about egg pancakes? Cough...this is my specialty..."

"Since when did egg pancakes become your specialty, you obviously..." You clearly messed up the last time you made it...

Qing Huan shut up in time.

"Obviously what?" Chen Ziran turned his head, he took off his glasses, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Qing Huan looked away: "Nothing."

Chen Ziran approached step by step, staring at him: "...Is it...you...Qing Huan..."