Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When Qing Huan told them that they were going to move to a new house, they finally had the real feeling that Qing Huan wanted to live with them for the rest of their lives.

"right here?"

It is rare for so many "people" to come together to look at the house, and the originally lifeless house is a little more angry.

"Yes, this is the house I just bought."

"This land, this area..." Lou Zhao turned to look at Qing Huan: "Isn't it cheap?"

"More than half of my funds have been invested, what do you think?" Qing Huan was annoyed.

"You don't have to pay for it yourself," Chen Ziran said, "Ahem, tell me if you need money..."

"Not to mention anything else, I have enough money to spend." Zhong Li said with his arms around Qing Huan's shoulders.

"Of course I spent my own money to buy a house." Qing Huan said, "This house is in my name, and it will be given to Jiujiu in the future. Is there any problem?"

Of course there is no problem... who dares to say that there is a problem...

"The bedrooms here are similar in structure and size. If you have any personal decoration design opinions, you can put them forward now, and the decoration company will design according to your requirements." Qing Huan said to them.

"Qing Huan, which room do you live in?" Ji Zhiqiu asked.

"Me?" Seeing everyone staring at her, Qing Huan said slowly, "Whichever room you choose is mine."

Of course he is not stupid. If he chooses first, they will probably fight for it again.

The final room arrangement is as follows -

M chose the room at the most shady end on the second floor. His window was open and there was a leafy locust tree outside, which was even more yin.

Due to Chen Ziran's health, Qing Huan asked him to choose the sunny room on the third floor, so that he could bask more in the sun.

Long Zhao wanted a room with good lighting and good vision, so he chose the middle room on the second floor.

Gu Yuehua chose a room facing the flower garden. When he opened the window, he could not only see the colorful flowers, but also smell the rich fragrance of flowers.

Lou Zhao and Ji Zhiqiu chose a room facing the sun, while Chong Qie and Zhong Li chose a room facing the shade—so they didn't interfere with each other.

Xiao Lian and Bai Zi also have a room each, but Bai Zi is too lazy to climb the stairs, so it is on the first floor, and Xiao Lian likes to be close to Bai Zi, and he is very sensible not to disturb those few, no doubt occupying the room. Another room on the first floor.

Qing Huan originally wanted Jiujiu to live in the remaining room on the second or third floor, but Jiujiu prefers the attic layout. Children always like interesting designs. When he saw the attic, he wanted to dress up a hammock , took the oath of sovereignty as a matter of course.

So there is one room left on the second floor and one on the third floor. These two rooms are finally owned by Qing Huan. He can sleep in any room he wants-this was proposed by Gu Yuehua and the others. The main reason is that no one wants Qing Huan to leave. For Taiyuan himself, this can be considered a compromise.And the follow-up purpose, only they themselves know.

The room arrangement is as follows-

First floor: Baizi, Xiaolian.

Second floor: Ji Zhiqiu, Long Zhao, Chongqiu and M, plus a Qinghuan room.

Third floor: Lou Zhao, Chen Ziran, Gu Yuehua and Zhong Li, plus a Qinghuan room.

Attic: Chirp.

It can be regarded as harmonious coexistence.

In addition to the room arrangement, they also have their own requirements for the design - M is undoubtedly dark, heavy eggplant is quaint, Lou Zhao is European fashion, Zhong Li wants to be interesting and novel, Chen Ziran wants to be natural and fresh, Gu Yuehua likes the exquisite Japanese style, while Long Zhao is extravagant, and Ji Zhiqiu only wants to be simple and generous - which is similar to their personalities.

Baizi and Xiaolian had no objections at all, so they kept the original decoration unchanged, while Jiujiu's room was arranged according to Jiujiu's own imagination. Qinghuan's two rooms, one is Chinese classical and the other is European retro.

Therefore, there is still time for this decoration design.

On this day, Qing Huan went to pick up Jiujiu from school as usual, he no longer avoided the crowd like before, he went to the classroom door to wait for Jiujiu like any other parent.Several parents knew him after meeting him a few times. At first, they thought that Qing Huan was Jiujiu's elder brother, but later they found out that it was his father, and they were very surprised.But now I am familiar with it, and I will chat a few words when we meet.

Qing Huan saw Jiujiu coming out with her schoolbag on her back, but she came out with the head teacher.

"Dad." Jiujiu was a little dejected.

"what happened?"

The head teacher said to Qing Huan: "Father Bai Ning, Bai Ning is not in the right state these days."

"Teacher, is he not doing well?" Qing Huan asked.

"It's just that he is always absent-minded and distracted in class. He was not like this before." The head teacher frowned and said worriedly: "Is there something at home that affects the child?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before replying: "There is nothing wrong at home. Teacher, don't worry, I will properly enlighten him when I get back."

"That's good. Nowadays, many parents are focusing on their own affairs and ignoring their children." The head teacher said; "This will easily have a bad impact on the children's body and mind."

"Okay, I see, thank you teacher."

"Ah."

Qing Huan watched the head teacher leave before holding Jiujiu's hand: "Let's go."

Jiu Jiu held Qing Huan's hand tightly, he kept his head down, and when he was almost at the door, he said softly, "I'm sorry, Dad."

"Jiujiu." Qing Huan patted his head and said, "If you need anything, just talk to Dad."

"Dad...Actually, I don't want to." Jiujiu's tone was very low: "But I just can't help being distracted... I always feel that someone is calling me."

"Did you not have a good rest at night?" Qing Huan asked.

"It seems to be... I feel like I always dream at night, and I will be very tired in the morning." Jiujiu frowned, on his tender face, the frown was so frown that it could kill flies.

"How did this happen?" Qing Huan stopped, squatted down and looked at him: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think there was anything..."

"Is it too much pressure recently?" Qing Huan thought for a while and asked, "Because Dad doesn't let you get in touch with that person?"

Jiujiu soon understood who Qing Huan was referring to: "I..."

"Jiujiu, are you really considered your friend by him?"

Jiujiu nodded without hesitation: "Well, he is my friend. I only have him as a friend."

Jiujiu's pitiful tone softened Qing Huan's heart - Jiujiu was studying in a human school, at his age he should have had a bunch of playmates of the same age, but in the end he could only be friends with a non-human being...

"Okay, I want to meet him," Qing Huan said, "Can you let me meet him?"

"Dad..." Jiujiu hesitated, "You won't treat him... how about it?"

"Of course not." Qing Huan smiled and said, "He's your friend, isn't he?"

"Well... I trust you, Dad."

Jiujiu took Qing Huan's hand and came to an uninhabited lot behind their school wall. Jiujiu muttered something, but he didn't know what he said, but it seemed that he had done this many times...

Then Qing Huan felt the dark aura that was approaching suddenly, he stood in front of Jiujiu, his eyes were warily watching the gathering black mist in front of him, and watched the black mist finally turn into a human form—it was indeed a man with Jiujiu A child of about the same size, but this child has a black body, a white face, red lips, a pair of jet-black eyes, and the pupils seem to be larger than ordinary people. Being stared at by those eyes, it is not ordinary creepy.

Qing Huan noticed the words "sin and blessing are like illusions" on his forehead, and sighed in her heart: it really is that child.

The child saw Jiu Jiu behind Qing Huan, he wanted to come over, but he was afraid because of Qing Huan standing in front of Jiu Jiu, he stood there, holding his clothes with a pair of small hands—although his hands Yes, but the obvious black nails are very sharp - this is also the proof of the evil spirit on him.

"You're here." Jiujiu came out from behind Qinghuan, and he smiled at the child: "I'm looking for you because my father wants to see you. This is my father, I told you."

The child looked up at Qing Huan, then sniffed, as if sniffing, and showed a smile-like expression. The reason why he said it was a smile was because it looked a little weird: "One, the same... I like it..."

Same?like?What means?Qing Huan glanced at Jiujiu next to him, and probably understood what he meant—because she smelled the same as Jiujiu's, so she liked it...?

"What's your name?" Qing Huan asked directly.

"Name, name?" He tilted his head, looking confused.

"Dad, he doesn't have a name. I don't even know his name." Jiujiu answered for him.

Qing Huan thinks about it too. He lost his parents since he was a child, and he doesn't know how he got here all these years. It seems that he has no one to raise him, let alone a name.It is indeed poor.

Qing Huan took Jiujiu's hand and asked him: "Do you like Jiujiu?"

The child nodded: "I like..."

"come here."

Qing Huan said to him.

The child seemed to hesitate for a while before walking over slowly and stopping in front of Qing Huan, but it could be seen that he was still wary of Qing Huan - the nails stuck out a little.

Qing Huan moved very quickly, and clasped his two little hands with a backhand. Just as the child was about to resist, he was restrained by the chains that Qing Huan conjured up at some point. He opened his mouth and was about to bite Qing Huan. Huan immediately sealed his mouth and fixed it with a spell.

Jiujiu was stunned by this series of movements, and by the time he realized it, the child had already collapsed into Qinghuan's arms.

"Dad..." Jiujiu's eyes widened: "Didn't you say...you lied...didn't you say you wouldn't do anything to him..."

"Fool." Qing Huan chanted a mantra, and the child's body turned into a mist, and finally turned into a small black ball with a talisman on it. Qing Huan put the small ball into her arms and said to Jiujiu: "Dad is it?" For your own good, and for his own good."

"Dad?" Jiujiu was puzzled.

"Let's go back first."

Although Jiujiu was puzzled, he still chose to trust his father.

"Ah."