Little Mr. is one hundred years old

When Qing Huan entered the ward, she saw Chen Ziran, no, Tang Qiwei should be sitting on the hospital bed now, beside him are Father Chen, Mother Chen, and... two policemen.

"Chen Ziran, you have to explain clearly why you appeared in that place last night? What did you do there?"

Tang Qiwei had no expression on his face, he felt that he was enveloped by black air, and he didn't have any intention of answering the question.

Qing Huan walked in, "I'm sorry, this is actually all my fault."

The two policemen turned around - they were still familiar, they were the policemen who came to the school to investigate when Lin Ling disappeared.

"It's you..." The two policemen still have an impression of Qing Huan, after all, he is such a beautiful boy, and he gives off a calm and gentle feeling that does not match his age.

And Tang Qiwei has been staring at him since Qing Huan came in.

Qing Huan stepped forward and said with an apologetic expression: "Actually, Chen Ziran and I went home together last night. When we heard that Xinglong Street was on fire, we went to join in the fun. We saw a small door behind and it was unlocked, so we bet who would dare to go in. I thought it was a joke, but Chen Zi really went in later, and the following things happened."

The two policemen looked at each other, and then the policewoman asked, "Where did you go then? Why didn't you see you at the scene?"

"I was timid and didn't dare to go in, so I waited outside for him to come out until the ambulance came, but I wasn't sure if it was Chen Ziran, the fire was too big at that time..." Qing Huan said guiltily: "Actually, it's all my fault, If it wasn't for my bet with Chen Ziran, he wouldn't have gone in either."

The male policeman was dubious, looked at Tang Qiwei: "Is this really the case?"

Tang Qiwei looked at Qing Huan before nodding: "Yes."

"Okay, let's do this first. If necessary, we will return it. I hope you..." The male policeman looked at Qinghuan again: "You can cooperate."

Chen's father and Chen's mother sent the two policemen out, and only Qing Huan and Tang Qiwei were left in the ward.

Tang Qiwei's eyes were glued to Qing Huan from beginning to end.

Qing Huan coughed softly: "Chen Ziran is my deskmate, and he has always regarded me as a friend. I hope you can treat his body well."

"..." Tang Qiwei looked at Qing Huan: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Qing Huan frowned: "You have taken over his body, so of course you have to spend the rest of your life for him."

"Occupy... the body?" Tang Qiwei was confused: "Me?"

Qing Huan saw something, and blinked: "You...do you remember who I am?"

Tang Qiwei shook his head, and said, "I seem to know..."

"So...you lost your memory?!" Because Tang Qiwei had been looking at her since she came in, Qing Huan didn't think that he had lost his memory.

"..." His face was paralyzed.

"Then you can't remember, why did you still nod when I said that to the police just now?" You are so cooperative...

"I think what you said should be right." He said firmly.

"..."

"What do you mean when you said that I occupy someone else's body?" Tang Qiwei asked Qing Huan.

"It's nothing interesting," Qing Huan shook her head solemnly: "I was joking with you. Now that you have lost your memory, let's get to know each other again. Your name is Chen Ziran, and I'm Bai Qinghuan. We are classmates and share the same table."

"Qing Huan..." Tang Qiwei murmured the name, as if a warm current flowed through his heart just by saying it.

"Don't just remember my name, you have to remember your own name." Qing Huan stared at him: "Your name is Chen Ziran, you must remember that those two people just now are your parents, do you know?"

Tang Qiwei paused, then nodded——Chen Ziran, his name is Chen Ziran.

Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart - from then on, there was only Chen Ziran, not Tang Qiwei.Originally, I knew some things from the past, but seeing Tang Qiwei, I always felt a little awkward. Now that he is fine, he immediately lost his memory. It just so happens that he can continue to spend this life as Chen Ziran.

What Qing Huan didn't expect was that regardless of whether Tang Qiwei lost his memory or not, his attachment to Qing Huan had already been engraved into his bones and imprinted deep in his soul.The entanglement between the two really started.

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Although the current Chen Ziran is no longer the original soul inside, his body is still the same, so whether it is memory or physical habits, he is almost the same as the original Chen Ziran. He is also familiar with modern technological products, Qing Huan It's completely relieved - otherwise, if he behaves too differently, he will definitely be suspected.

On this day, Qing Huan took the homework assigned by the teacher to the hospital and handed it to her deskmate. On the way home, she saw advertisements for performances in the grand theater posted on both the subway station and the bus station. It was not an ordinary performance. It is a Royal Circus from the United Kingdom on a world tour. This circus called "Golden Time" has already performed in a city in China, and this time it is the second stop.It is said that the performances of this circus are extremely exciting and the venues are full - but Qing Huan is not interested in circus performances, he would rather watch traditional dramas.

When Qing Huan returned home, she saw M sitting on the sofa watching TV. The news she was watching was also about the "Golden Time" circus. M propped her chin, staring at it intently.

"Are you also interested in circus performances?" Qing Huan asked casually while putting down her bag.

"Very interested." It was rare for M to admit so bluntly without beating around the bush.

Qing Huan sat down beside the sofa, watching the blond girl performing high-altitude acrobatics on the TV screen, probably no more than 13 years old.

"You're so young, isn't it illegal for minors to work in your UK?" Qing Huan asked curiously.

M laughed "hee hee" a few times before saying, "She's not young."

Qing Huan saw the clown in a colorful one-piece suit playing with colored balls again, and smiled: "This clown's make-up is much more interesting than your last time, and the ball is as good as yours."

"It seems," M covered his lips and said with a grin, "I will study hard in the future."

"What are you doing learning this? You're not a clown..." Qing Huan wondered.

M turned her head and looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "No, I'm going to this regiment to apply for the position of clown."

"Ah?" Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Are you joking?"

"Of course not." M said: "Look carefully, the clown's fingers are trembling slightly, his physical strength is exhausted, of course a new clown has to be recruited."

"..." Qing Huan couldn't tell whether M was joking or serious...

"Is Mr. Bai interested in applying for the job with me?" M asked Qing Huan.

Qing Huan quickly shook her head: "I'd better forget it, I'm still a student."

"Hee hee, what a pity, it's a pity that Mr. Bai doesn't go..."

Qing Huan stood up, not wanting to continue this strange topic, and walked towards the kitchen. Halfway there, Qing Huan turned around and asked M who was still staring at the TV: "M, what are you doing in China?"

"I'm coming to China..." M seemed to really think about it, and said, "Hee hee, eat, drink and have fun."

"..."

Qing Huan believes that there is a ghost—an "otaku" who doesn't go out easily has suddenly traveled across the ocean...