Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Lou Zhao's ostentation was really big, a large group of people followed and followed, and they were all in suits and sunglasses, just like the gangsters in movies.

"Hi, Mr. Little."

Two rows of people stood neatly at the gate and bowed to him together. The scene... Qing Huan's mouth twitched, feeling that Lou Zhao's wicked taste was really not for ordinary people to bear.

"You've always been like this...to show off?" Qing Huan pointed to the bodyguards.

Lou Zhao chuckled, "I regret my life."

"It seems that your daily life should be very 'wonderful'." So many bodyguards have to be used, I don't know how much people hate you usually.

"If it's not 'exciting' enough, how could you meet Mr. Xiao?" Lou Zhaoyi said pointedly.

"..."

The two entered the gate together, and Lou Zhao said to a gray-haired and well-dressed old man who came up to him, "Lao Xia, Mr. Xiao is here tonight, cook a few more dishes... essential."

"Okay, got it." The old man was respectful to Lou Zhao and Qing Huan.

Qing Huan frowned: "I don't seem to have said that I want to eat with you?"

"Why do you have to be polite, Mr. Xiao, it's just a meal." Lou Zhao said with a smile.

"I'm not polite..." Can you speak properly?

"Okay, Mr. Xiao, come upstairs with me."

Qing Huan followed him all the way to the attic—"Here?"

"Well, all the things that my uncle and grandpa brought from England are here." Lou Zhao turned on the light, and the room was brightly lit.

Qing Huan took a look and found that they were all old objects, such as clocks, lanterns, gramophones, harmonicas, snuff bottles, and some exquisite handicrafts, many of which no longer exist, including those painted oil paintings on the walls, no matter what It should be able to sell for a good price when the pieces are taken out.

"These are things that my uncle and grandpa liked when they were alive, and I brought them back with me when I returned to China."

"He should be a nostalgic person." Qing Huan looked at the scratches on the clocks, which may not have been made by later generations. After all, they were all piled up in the attic, and they should have been used for a long time relation.

"If it wasn't for nostalgia, he wouldn't have been unable to forget that person." Lou Zhao smiled, put an old record on it, turned the pointer, and a mournful female voice with a sense of age echoed in the attic...

When Lou Zhao mentioned "that person", Qing Huan actually felt a little uncomfortable.He coughed lightly: "Is that all?"

Lou Zhao took out a mahogany box carved with camellias, put it on the table, and opened it for Qing Huan to see.

Qing Huan took a look, and there were nothing more than some letters, pens and seals inside.

"You should read this." Lou Zhao handed the diary to Qing Huan.

Qing Huan picked it up, opened it, looked at it for a while, and then closed it: "This is not very good..." The behavior of reading people's diaries is now also an act of invading privacy.

"I'll show you this, I believe my uncle and grandpa will have no objections."

What Lou Zhao said inside and outside the words clearly means that he believes that this "Bai Qinghuan" and that "Bai Qinghuan" are related.

Qing Huan sat down on a rosewood chair, opened the diary and read it.

The first diary:

Sunny on the second and Wednesday of April

This is the first diary entry I wrote after leaving China.

Now on the boat to England, you can vaguely hear the sound of the sea water beating the hull outside the boat, as well as the sound of seabirds.

Today, my mood was ups and downs, and I felt like I fell from heaven to hell.

I thought Qing Huan would go with me, but he didn't.

Qing Huan said, after all, we are people from two worlds. He also said that he would wait for me to return home.

I can only believe that we are temporarily separated, and I will definitely go back to him with glory as Qing Huan said.

……

February thirteenth Saturday overcast

My father, mother and sister are gone, I thought I could see them one last time... Wars are never in control. As a male member of the Lou family, I was supposed to shoulder the responsibility of the entire Lou family, but in the end it was me who stayed in a foreign country , to avoid chaos.

I found my little sister and her children, and I'm going to take them back to England.But... there is one more person... I will never forget the one person I can't let go of...

I still don't believe that Qing Huan will die, I think he is still alive... Where is he now?

……

light rain on sunday october 10

I saw that letter again today when I was looking for things. It has been 20 years, and I have been separated from him for 20 years. Why do I still feel so familiar when I think of him? His voice and smile seem to be imprinted in my mind. I can't forget...

Qing Huan, I invested in an orphanage, I named it "Qing Huan Orphanage", using Chinese characters, if you can see how good it is.

……

Qing Huan saw such a diary——

Cloudy on the seventh Saturday of November

According to foreign calendars, today is December 12th, Christmas.When I came out of the Duke's house and was on the streets of London, I thought I saw Qing Huan.Even after so many years, his voice, appearance and appearance are still very clear in my mind.The boy really looked like him, wearing a white tuxedo, boots, and a black top hat, like a noble little prince.But he passed by quickly, surrounded by several people... I immediately got out of the car to chase him, but there were too many people on the street, and I was really old, so I fell down.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.Now that I think about it, I'm really delusional, maybe it's the child of a wealthy Chinese businessman who came out to play, how could it be Qing Huan?Even if he is alive, he is as old as me, he is just a child, besides, why did Qing Huan come to London...

I am really old, maybe, I miss him too much.

……

The seventh day of November...Qing Huan looked at the year...Could it be, when I went to England...how could it be such a coincidence...

Qing Huan's heart is also a little wavering, does this "Qing Huan" really refer to herself?

"Here, and this." Seeing Qing Huan's unsteady expression, Lou Zhao handed him the letter.

Qing Huan opened it slowly, and was stunned when she saw the words on it, the fingertips holding the letter paper trembled slightly - no one would fail to recognize her own handwriting.

Lou Zhao just stood aside and looked at Qing Huan without saying a word.

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After dinner at Lou's house, Qing Huan didn't ask Lou Zhao to see her off, and went back by herself.

Walking alone on the street, Qing Huan was still thinking about those diaries just now. Looking at the diaries, a figure always floated in front of his eyes. That person was writing in the diary with a pen in his hand, from a young man to an old man...

For more than half a century, he kept the person named "Qing Huan" in his heart for more than half a century, and he never forgot it until his death. This must be a persistent feeling.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The sound of the ring seems to be close at hand, yet far away.

Qing Huan was startled, then followed the ringtone and chased after her.

From this street to that alley, Qing Huan chased her out of breath, and finally caught up on a piece of wasteland——

"Wait." Qing Huan ran up, and the undead who were queuing up avoided Qing Huan one after another, leaving only the black-clothed soul-bringer who was walking in the front and holding a bell.

The soul guide turned around, just looked at Qing Huan, and didn't speak.

"I don't know if it's the one from last time." Qing Huan felt that their outfits were similar—"That's right, I want to find your Bai Wuchang, his name is Chongjia."

The spirit guide tilted his head, making a muffled sound.

Qing Huan continued: "My name is Bai Qinghuan, please tell him that I will wait for him by the Xiling River tomorrow night, please forgive me."

The bell in the hand of the spirit guide shook a little in response.Then he turned around and continued to lead the dead spirits forward.

Qing Huan looked at their backs and exhaled a long breath - if he couldn't get an answer to this matter, he wouldn't be at ease.