Little Mr. is one hundred years old

A young man in white and a young man in black walked into the store one after the other. The handsome young man and the handsome young man attracted a lot of attention.

The young man is Qing Huan, and the young man is Ji Zhiqiu.

Qing Huan looked carefully in front of the rows of shelves, and Ji Zhiqiu followed behind him, taking every step he took.

"Customer, do you need me to help you choose?" The clerk in the store finally mustered up the courage to avoid Ji Zhiqiu, who was under a lot of pressure, and asked Qing Huan.

Qing Huan glanced at her and smiled slightly: "I don't need it for now, thank you."

"Ok."

Qing Huan picked up a porcelain cup: "How about this set?"

Ji Zhiqiu glanced at it: "As long as you think it's good, you also know that I don't have much appreciation for this kind of thing."

Qing Huan said: "This is something for your grandfather. I asked you to come here because I wanted to refer to your opinion."

Ji Zhiqiu looked at it again, and then said solemnly: "This porcelain cup is very suitable for holding in your hand." Indeed, Qing Huan's fingers are as white as jade, and of course they complement the translucent white porcelain cup.

Qing Huan gave him a sideways glance: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have let you follow me."

Ji Zhiqiu watched him continue to choose, and said softly: "Actually, my grandfather is not very particular, so you can just buy a set for him and forget it."

"That's your grandfather." Qing Huan continued: "I originally wanted to give him that set of old porcelain in the store, but after thinking about it, although those things are thick and heavy, the old porcelain is not very clean after all, so I'd better buy a set of old porcelain. Get a new one and express your feelings."

"Qing Huan, you think too much." Ji Zhiqiu put his hands behind his head: "He should be happy that you can visit him, so he won't care about these things."

"Your grandfather is old, but he still worries about you. You don't know how to be filial to him."

"Of course I know that I should be filial to him..." Ji Zhiqiu put him on Qing Huan's shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "Didn't I take you back?"

Qing Huan patted his hand away: "Outside, give me some attention."

"hey-hey."

Qing Huan finally bought the set of porcelain cups that he had his eyes on first. When paying, Ji Zhiqiu wanted to swipe his card, but Qing Huan pushed him away——

"This is my idea, you have to spend money to pick your own."

"What do we share between you and me..."

Hearing what Ji Zhiqiu said, those clerks all showed ambiguous eyes. Before Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu had gone far, they were already gossiping about their relationship.

"Look," Qing Huan said helplessly, "It's just that you don't know how to restrain yourself."

Ji Zhiqiu didn't care much: "Why should I restrain myself?"

"..."

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After so many years, Qing Huan came to Ji's house again.Ji's family is still the same Ji's family, and Qing Huan is no longer in the same mood as before.

"Where's grandpa?" Ji Zhiqiu asked the nanny after entering the door.

"The old gentleman is watering the flowers in the yard."

"Okay, let's go have a look."

Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu arrived in the yard, and Mr. Ji was bending over to water the camellias on the ground. You can see how much he cherishes the flowers from his attentive appearance.

"The Eighteen Scholars are full of flowers, the red ones are bright, and the white ones are elegant. This kind of flowers are rare to take care of. Grandpa Ji has spent a lot of effort, right?"

Hearing the voice, old man Ji turned his head to see Qing Huan, was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "It's Qing Huan, I haven't seen you for such a long time... I knew you came back, but I never saw anyone, I thought you forgot my old man Is it..."

"How could it be?" Qing Huan said with a smile: "The body hasn't recovered before, and now I'm back to see you, Grandpa."

"Yeah, Grandpa, Qing Huan also asked me about your physical condition before, and now I'm here when I'm free." Ji Zhiqiu continued.

"Just kidding, kidding, I'm already very happy that you can come." Mr. Ji put down the kettle and said to Qing Huan, "Come on, let's sit over there and drink tea."

"it is good."

Elder Ji turned his head to Ji Zhiqiu again and said, "You boy, what are you doing here? Go inside quickly and tell Aunt Wu to make a pot of my Dahongpao."

"That's it." Ji Zhiqiu went inside after finishing speaking.

"This kid, usually looks lazy, so it's rare for him to be active." Although Mr. Ji said reproachful words, his tone couldn't hide his love for the only grandson.

"In fact, over the years, he has matured a lot, and his personality has become more and more stable."

"Yeah." Mr. Ji didn't know what he thought of, and sighed again: "How many years have passed, at that time, this bastard was really a bastard, at home, at school, and stubborn, what? I can't figure things out. Every time I see him, I want to give her a few crutches. When I receive a call from their class teacher, I get so angry. Every time it's a good thing..."

"At that time, I was young and had a youthful temper," Qing Huan recalled: "I still remember that when I first arrived in class, he bullied me. To be honest, I wanted to beat him up too."

"Is there such a thing?" Elder Ji said: "I thought that bastard was subdued by you from the very beginning. If I had known, you would have told me, and I would beat him up for you!"

"That was just the beginning of the incident..." Qing Huan said with a smile: "Later we gradually became acquainted and became friends." However, the "familiarity" was triggered by supernatural events. At that time, Ji Zhiqiu was still fearless The young man still doesn't believe that there are ghosts in this world. When he senses it, he is so scared that he starts to doubt life—every time he thinks of Ji Zhiqiu at that time, Qing Huan finds it funny.

"That kid is not easy to convince people. This is the first time I've seen him. He really started to treat someone well and care about someone." Mr. Ji looked at Qing Huan: "It's you Qing Huan, he turned out to be a bastard. , grown up and matured like a real man in such a short period of time."

"In fact, it's not a good thing to grow up so fast." Qing Huan said, "He should have been happier for a few more years...Grandpa Ji, will you blame me?"

"How could I blame you?" Mr. Ji sighed: "That kid was unrequited love from the beginning, and I was so hot... At that time, I knew what he was thinking, and told him that his ability was too weak at that time. He is not qualified to stand with you at all, so he resolutely decided to go to the military academy. I thought life in the military academy was hard, and he might give up if he couldn't stand the hardship, but he persisted. He has always been lazy and lazy, and he worked hard there When it comes to the top students... they are not afraid of hardships or tired, and they have no complaints when they follow those veterans and scoundrels on missions... Really, I should thank you, you let him have his own goals and start to take responsibility."

"But, I'm a man, and my identity... I'm destined not to stand upright with him..." Qing Huan looked at Mr. Ji and said, "Could it be that... you won't blame me?"

"Yeah, when it comes to status... that kid Ji Zhiqiu is the one who got the upper hand. I said he is not qualified, but it's not just to motivate him... It's his luck that he can be with you and get your favor. .”

Hearing what old master Ji said, Qing Huan felt ashamed—"Grandpa Ji, I feel really sorry for you saying that..."

"Don't think I'm talking politely." Mr. Ji sighed and said, "Five years ago, you disappeared, and Xiaoqiu didn't tell me what happened, but I saw him in a slump, getting more It's getting darker and gloomy, sometimes it's like a living dead man whose soul has been sucked out... These five years have been really difficult. Xiaoqiu moved out to live alone and doesn't come back often. It's hard to see him when we go to see him It's like...he seems to have closed himself up...we are all heartbroken and very sad...I'm even more afraid that Xiaoqiu's life in the future will be all haze..."

Listening to Mr. Ji's description, Qing Huan imagined Ji Zhiqiu in the past five years, and her heart ached.

"...Fortunately..." Mr. Ji looked at Qing Huan's eyes brightly: "Fortunately, you are back... Our Xiaoqiu is also back... It's not easy to see his smile... So... Qing Huan , I really appreciate you, thank you for coming back, and thank you for letting Xiaoqiu be by your side...really..."

Qing Huan pursed her lips and smiled: "Grandpa Ji, don't do this... Ji Zhiqiu and I have long had a deep bond... Since I'm back, I will definitely be with him and be with him... as long as he is willing , we will be together for the rest of our lives..."

"Really?" Mr. Ji was still faintly worried about whether Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu could really achieve a positive result.

"Really, I assure you." Qing Huan's expression was extremely sincere.

"Okay...okay..." Mr. Ji's eyes were so excited that his eyes were moist: "it's great...seeing you together...I'm happy...really happy...haha...that's great..."

Seeing the happy look of the old man, Qing Huan also showed a smile - he felt the scorching gaze, looked up at the door, just in time to see Ji Zhiqiu who was holding a teacup, his eyes were so hot that he looked at him like he was about to It's like devouring yourself.

Following Qing Huan's gaze, the old man also saw Ji Zhiqiu, he restrained his expression, and said to Ji Zhiqiu: "Why are you in a daze? The tea is getting cold, bring it here quickly, Qing Huan and I want to drink tea..."

"Here we come..." Ji Zhiqiu came back to his senses, and walked over quickly with a teacup in hand.

When he put down the teacup, Mr. Ji didn't let Ji Zhiqiu do it, and started to brew it himself: "This is my treasured Dahongpao, it's hard to find in China now, come here, Qinghuan, drink and have a look, How is the taste……"

"it is good."

At this time, Qing Huan felt that Ji Zhiqiu, who was sitting next to her, caught his fingers with the hand under the table.

Qing Huan turned her head and glanced at him, pretending nothing had happened, but she held Ji Zhiqiu's hand.

Ji Zhiqiu clenched it even tighter, the strength was a little painful.

However, Qing Huan did not shake off.