Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Just as Qing Huan picked up the cup of black tea, his hands trembled uncontrollably suddenly, and the cup almost slipped. He hurriedly put down the cup, but felt a throbbing pain in his chest. He covered his chest, and fell limply to the ground. Trembling constantly, even teeth are chattering...

That kind of soul-deep feeling, it seems that there is a voice calling to me, so close, my mind is full of buzzing voices, as if everything else in the world no longer exists.

Qing Huan hugged her head and curled up into a ball, gasping for breath, crystal beads of sweat trickled down from her porcelain-white smooth forehead, her wide eyes were black and shiny.

I don't know how long it took before that terrible feeling passed.

Qing Huan looked at the table legs in front of her, everything just now was like a dream.

Why, like that...

Qing Huan raised her hand and looked at the circle of red lines on her fingers. It obviously only appeared on rainy days, but today it was cloudless outside, but it also appeared, and it became more and more red...

What happened today?

Her back was drenched in cold sweat, Qing Huan went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into her school uniform and went out.

When passing by "RosePie", Qing Huan walked in to buy breakfast, but when he entered, there was no one inside, and Gu Yuehua was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee in front of him, and there was also a cup of coffee opposite him, it should have been not long ago It's because I have just entertained guests—but who can let Gu Yuehua, the shop owner, entertain them in person?

When Qing Huan entered, Gu Yuehua was staring at the coffee in front of him in a daze, and didn't even notice that Qing Huan had entered.

"Why are you in a daze? Don't even know that the shop is emptied." Qing Huan said with a smile.

Gu Yuehua looked up and saw Qing Huan, and came back to his senses: "You're here."

"It's the first time I've seen you like this. I'm lost." Qing Huan pointed to the cup in front of him: "Have you ever had guests?"

Gu Yuehua glanced over Qing Huan's fingers, then nodded: "En."

"Are you a friend?"

Gu Yuehua shook her head: "No, it's the first time I've seen you."

"That's weird. The first time I saw you, I just treated people like this. I'm really curious about what kind of person you are." Qing Huan said.

Gu Yuehua chuckled: "If you had come a few minutes earlier, you should have met."

"We didn't meet, it means we have no fate." Qing Huan said: "Do you still have the cranberry almond jam cake you made the day before yesterday?"

"There are still in the kitchen, I'll get them for you."

Qing Huan waited for Gu Yuehua on the spot, looked at the half-drinked cup of coffee casually, and reached out to touch the cup by accident, but when her hand touched the wall of the cup, it felt like an electric shock, and she wanted to withdraw her hand. But he found that his fingers seemed to be stuck with glue, and a picture appeared in his mind: a man in purple sat down at the table, and then picked up a coffee cup. There seemed to be a red thread wrapped around his slender fingers...

When Gu Yuehua came out, it was Qing Huan's turn to be in a daze.

"Here." Gu Yuehua put the packaged box of jam cakes in front of Qing Huan.

Qing Huan looked at Gu Yuehua: "The person who came just now...is he wearing purple clothes?"

Gu Yuehua was taken aback: "Did you see him?"

"No," Qing Huan paused, "I guess."

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Qing Huan was in a trance all day.He was listless in class, Mr. Zheng and other teachers thought he was not feeling well - Ji Zhiqiu teased him many times, but all failed. Of course, several times it was because of Chen Ziran's intervention.

Qing Huan got on the train at the station, only then did she realize that she still had another place to go.

Xiling River is the most remote river in Yicheng. Although the river has plenty of water, but because people have been swimming in it and drowned in the early years, after the rumor of water ghosts was spread wildly, not many people went there.

Qing Huan walked along the river alone, the river was dark and heavy, and occasionally heard the sound of "plopping" water, as if something had plunged into the river.In fact, leaving aside the theory of ghosts, the riverside at night is still good.There was a cool breeze, and those red stars were flying among the trees and on the river. It was hard to tell whether it was fireflies or something else.

Qing Huan found a place by the river and sat down, hugging her knees and looking at the Xiling River in front of her. Thinking of something, she casually pulled a leaf, put it in her lips, and blew it slowly—as if returning to the old time in the mountains. years.At that time, Qing Huan was alone, entertaining herself.

After the song ended, Qing Huan turned her head and saw the man in white standing beside her at some point.

"when did you come?"

Zhongjia sat down beside him: "Just finished listening to a song."

Qing Huan looked at him: "Will I disturb your work?" After all, so many people die every day.

Zhongjia put the lantern in his hand aside and said with a smile, "You can ask for leave."

"Oh, all right."

"You didn't come to me to catch up with me, did you?"

Qing Huan nodded: "Yes... There is one thing I want your help with."

"Tell me." Shigeka wasn't too surprised.

So Qing Huan told about Lou Muyun again—"...Do you know this Lou Muyun?"

"It's him..." Zhongjia chuckled lightly: "If you want to say that we knew each other, we were classmates at that time." He still remembered how Lou Muyun bullied Qinghuan in the school at that time, but what happened later The thing was completely unexpected—it turned out that there was a story that he didn't know about, and he was so infatuated with Qing Huan.

"Although I can't remember, I always feel like I owe someone something..." Qing Huan pursed her lips: "So I want to know... where is he now?"

"Reincarnated." Shigeka said without hesitation.

"Aren't you going back to check?" Qing Huan asked hesitantly.

"In the past few decades, I know that there has been no case of reincarnation. Without him, it must be reincarnation."

"Then do you know where his reincarnation is?"

Shigeka shook his head this time: "That's a big deal."

Qing Huan sighed: "I just hope he can have a good reincarnation."

"If your fate is not over, you will meet again even if you are reincarnated." Chongjia said meaningfully.

"I'd rather not." Qing Huan frowned and said, "I don't want to be unclear anymore."

"However, this is a cause you owe him in the previous life, so you must end the result in this life."

Qing Huan: "...then I have to pay it off?"

"Perhaps, you have already met." Zhongjia untied a pocket at his waist, opened it, and took those red fireflies into his bag.

Qing Huan looked at the gathered fireflies and asked, "What are these?"

"Shards of a wandering soul."