Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Being watched by so many people, even if Qing Huan wanted to refuse, he had no choice but to stand up helplessly, but he heard M laughing——

"Sorry, sir, the partner I'm talking about is the man next to you."

On the other side of Qing Huan is a girl, so the so-called man is...

Qing Huan looked at Ji Zhiqiu, and Ji Zhiqiu was also puzzled.

"This man, can you come to the stage?"

Ji Zhiqiu is the most impatient temper, he will never get involved in this kind of matter, but the current situation does not allow him to say no.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Qing Huan whispered in his ear.

Ji Zhiqiu frowned: "You think I'm afraid?" After speaking, he got up and went to the stage.

Qing Huan watched him take the stage, feeling helpless—really, a child's temper comes when he says it.

When Ji Zhiqiu arrived on the stage, M asked, "What's your surname, sir?"

"Ji." The tone was cool.

"Is there anyone you like sir?"

"No." The answer was simple.

M shook his head: "Mr. is not honest enough, obviously there is someone he likes."

"If I say no, then there won't be." Ji Zhiqiu rolled his eyes.

"Look at this, sir."

M threw up his hand, and Ji Zhiqiu saw a dandelion-like but pink thing floating up from his palm. His eyes followed the dandelion until it floated to his face, and he slowly closed it. Eye……

The light hit Ji Zhiqiu's face. From the big screen, the audience could see that his expression changed from impatient to gradually relaxed, and then a smile appeared on his face, gradually becoming fascinated...

M took off the colorful cloth bag hanging on his waist and opened it. Pink dandelions kept flying out of it, flying towards the auditorium, fluttering... M said to the audience: "M's gift today is a gift of love." , Whether it’s the past or the present, I hope everyone can see their LOVE.”

Qing Huan sat in the auditorium, looking at the flying pink dandelions, the audience around them, regardless of gender, slowly closed their eyes, and the child who was fussy at first and only focused on catching dandelions also closed their eyes as if they were hypnotized... ...Qing Huan was surrounded by a lot of dandelions, but he didn't notice it. He just patted the dandelions away because they were too disturbing... Qing Huan also followed their example and closed his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. Opening his eyes and looking at M on the stage, M is also looking at Qing Huan with a smile on his face. It seems that the two of them are the only ones awake in the whole theater...

The performance was very successful in the end, after all, everyone was in a very good mood at the end.

Qing Huan and Ji Zhiqiu left together——

"Ji Zhiqiu, what did you see just now?" Qing Huan asked curiously.

Ji Zhiqiu glanced at Qing Huan, then quickly looked away, and said vaguely, "It's nothing."

"M, that clown said he could see his love, who did you see?" Qing Huan continued to ask - curious about who could make Ji Zhiqiu show that expression.

"I said it has nothing to do with you!" Ji Zhiqiu said impatiently.

Qing Huan blinked: "I didn't say it had something to do with me, I just asked..."

Ji Zhiqiu blushed and gave him a hard look: "I'm going home, goodbye!"

"Hey——" Qing Huan couldn't stop screaming, and then she felt relieved—the child is not shy, is he?I can't see it and I'm ashamed...

Ji Zhiqiu almost ran home in embarrassment...

I had a dream that night. In the dream, there was a big tree with luxuriant branches. A man in white was sitting on the tree. "He" had thick black hair that reached his waist. He was raising his hand to reach the tree. Guozi, as if aware of her gaze, lowered her head and smiled brightly at herself, and that face was... Bai Qinghuan...

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After school that day, Qing Huan still went to Gu Yuehua's dessert shop first, looking at Gu Yuehua who was surrounded by several female students talking, Qing Huan didn't bother them, and sat down by the window , took out her homework, and then saw a piece of today's newspaper spread on the table, and saw the biggest headline at a glance-the girl disappeared for three days, her life and death are unknown.It was about a girl in the third grade of junior high school who went home alone after school, and no one saw her again.There is also a photo of a girl next to her, but she is blindfolded, and she is a beautiful girl.

Qing Huan browsed through it once, and spread the newspaper underneath as a cushion. The female students who surrounded Gu Yuehua finally left. Before leaving, they reluctantly bid farewell to Gu Yuehua. Qing Huan glanced at it. , the three girls are all good-looking, and the prettiest one has the cutest voice.

"This East Lemon Cheesecake is specially reserved for you." Gu Yuehua brought a plate of cakes to Qing Huan, and sat down in front of him with a smile.

"It's really popular." Qing Huan smiled while picking up a small spoon: "Just the girls who come to see you can destroy your shop."

Gu Yuehua put one hand on the back of the chair and pushed back her hair with the other, with a wry smile on her face: "Should I feel happy?"

"A lot of people can't wait to come here." Qing Huan took a bite of the cheesecake—it really was Gu Yuehua's handiwork, it was dense and smooth, and the proportion of lemon was just right.

"You want it too?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "It's good for me to be alone."

Gu Yuehua sighed: "I want to open the door for business, not for people to come and see."

Qing Huan tilted her head and smiled: "I blame you for being so good-looking."

Gu Yuehua stretched out his hand and rubbed Qing Huan's head, saying dotingly: "Not as good-looking as you."

"..."

Although it was just a small episode, on the third day after that, Qing Huan also saw a newspaper in Gu Yuehua's shop, and there was another missing girl case in the newspaper, and the person in the photo turned out to be The most beautiful of the three girls who came to Gu Yuehua's shop that day - even though she had only met once, Qing Huan recognized her instantly.

He showed the newspaper to Gu Yuehua. Gu Yuehua was putting the cake into the oven at that time. He glanced back and said lightly, "I can't remember it. I won't remember people who don't matter." After finishing speaking, he continued with his subordinates. Work.

Qing Huan leaned on the cooking counter in the kitchen, staring at the newspaper—two incidents, could it be the case of a serial girl disappearing?