Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan saw Zhou Yubao again in the hospital. It turned out that he went up to the mountain to sacrifice and sweep that day, but fell down because of the slippery road after the rain, and was sent to the hospital by the guards of the mountain. He spent those two days in a coma of.Qing Huan asked Zhou Yubao why he left a letter for himself. He said that it was because he dreamed that he was in danger when he was dreaming, so he kept the letter just in case. A him", of course, that is also him.

Regarding Zhuhe Town, the reason why so many people in Xiangcheng kept secrets was because many people died in Zhuhe Town due to a natural disaster, and later many people got strange diseases and died again, and the rest of the people also died one after another. I moved away from Zhuhe Town, and since then, the rumors about Zhuhe Town being an ominous place have been shrouded for decades, until now... a few years ago, a developer came here and wanted to build a villa here. The dilapidated houses were knocked down, and piles were ready to be plowed, but what happened that night, everyone fled with the machine and never came back—it was said to be haunted, and almost lost their lives .

"Are there really ghosts?" Qing Huan asked Zhou Yubao.

"I didn't find anything, I just don't know what those people saw."

"Indeed," Qing Huan recalled, "I didn't find any resentful spirits there..."

"Could it be that what they saw was not a ghost at all, but... a human?" Chen Ziran asked suddenly.

"People?" Qing Huan thought for a while, and suddenly understood what Chen Ziran meant: "You mean, they are the same as us?" They also saw something from another time and space.

"Yes, they thought they saw a ghost, so they ran away."

"So there really is a time crack here, maybe it appeared at a special time..."

"Little Mister, did you really go in?" Zhou Yubao felt unbelievable: "Then how did you get out?"

How did it come out...

Qing Huan thought of the man wearing the red dragon mask—who the hell is he?He seemed to know everything... and what did he mean by that line - "I am you"...?Why was he so strange when I faced him...just like that time...or, that person...was him? ...

"Qing Huan, what are you thinking?" Chen Ziran patted Qing Huan on the shoulder.

Qing Huan came back to her senses: "It's nothing."

Usually when Qing Huan says this, it means "what's the matter".

Chen Ziran frowned, but didn't poke it, and said, "I don't like this place, let's go back early."

"I don't have a car to go back today, so let's wait until tomorrow morning." Qing Huan turned to Zhou Yubao and said, "We are rushing back to class, so you should stay in the hospital first. I have already called Xiaozhou, and he Should be able to come tomorrow."

"It's really troublesome, Mr. Xiao."

Qing Huan chuckled: "It's not like you trouble me once or twice. Next time if you really have something to do, come to me directly. Don't play any more tricks."

"Understood, Mr. Little."

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Early the next morning, Qing Huan and Chen Ziran boarded the train back, and rushed to the school without stopping. The teacher said that her son was injured, and Qing Huan accompanied him to the hospital—in fact, the reason was a bit far-fetched, but his mother called, and it was hard for Teacher Zheng to say anything, and Qing Huan usually behaved very well. He turned a blind eye.

But Ji Zhiqiu was different. He kept asking about the whereabouts of Qing Huan and Chen Ziran for a day and a half. Of course, Chen Ziran would not answer him. What did I do without telling myself, there is a feeling that I have been left behind...

"Please drink." Qing Huan handed a cup of pearl milk tea to Ji Zhiqiu—because of Ji Zhiqiu's depression, the kid who used to be so funny seemed to be fine, so Qing Huan thought about giving him some sweets to coax him.

Ji Zhiqiu glanced at him sideways, curled his lips, and turned his head away again.

Qing Huan poked his head over and shook Ji Zhiqiu's eyes, his almond eyes widened, and he laughed jokingly, "Don't you drink it? Don't you just like to drink this?"

Well, although Ji Zhiqiu is a "cool and handsome" boy, he likes to drink milk tea...

Ji Zhiqiu snorted coldly, then brought the milk tea over with a straight face, and when he wanted to drink it, he found... "Where's the straw?"

Only then did Qing Huan take out the straw, and helped Ji Zhiqiu plug it in: "Drink it quickly, it's still hot."

Although Ji Zhiqiu tried his best to remain expressionless, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Qing Huan also laughed - children are easier to coax.

And at this moment, Chen Ziran came out with his bicycle, and said to Qing Huan, "Qing Huan, my mother asked you to come to my house for dinner."

"I……"

Ji Zhiqiu put his arm around Qing Huan's shoulder: "No need, Qing Huan has an appointment with me today."

Qing Huan glanced at Ji Zhiqiu before saying to Chen Ziran: "Then I won't go, next time, and say sorry to Auntie."

Chen Ziran still pushed the bicycle over: "Where are you going?"

"This is our business." Ji Zhiqiu hugged Qing Huan even tighter, "You'd better go home and be your good baby."

"I'm asking Qing Huan." Chen Ziran just stared at Qing Huan.

Qing Huan looked at Ji Zhiqiu, then at Chen Ziran: "We're going...to review our homework." Anyway, the final exam will be the day after tomorrow.

"I'll go too." Chen Ziran said.

Ji Zhiqiu rolled his eyes: "Let's go by bus."

Chen Ziran decisively threw the bicycle on the telephone pole, "I also take the bus."

Ji Zhiqiu gritted his teeth: "Chen Ziran, why are you so thick-skinned..."

So, the last bus that the three of them took together was destined for... Gu Yuehua's "RosePie".

Girls always go to Gu Yuehua's store, now three of them came in at once, and each of them is outstanding in appearance, plus Gu Yuehua, it's really not ordinary eye-catching.

"Hey, it's the first time my cousin brings business to me after so many visits." Gu Yuehua rolled his sleeves, wiped the bone china cup with his slender fingers, and looked at Qing Huan with a smile on his face.

"We're here to borrow a place to review our homework." Qing Huan walked up to Gu Yuehua and said, "Isn't it not welcome?"

"How come?" Gu Yuehua rubbed Qing Huan's head with his hand: "Does my cousin want to eat anything?"

When he was doing this movement, Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran's gazes were on Gu Yuehua's hand, with some unkindness.

"The apple pie and strawberry shortcake last time were good, but you can figure out the rest."

"it is good."

Qing Huan turned around and said to the two of them, "You can tell him if you have anything to eat."

"Don't eat." The two said almost in unison.

The three of them sat down by the window where Qing Huan usually sat - Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran originally both sat next to Qing Huan, but in the end Ji Zhiqiu won by one step faster, and Chen Ziran had to sit opposite.The three of them opened their schoolbags and took out their textbooks and pens, and began to read the books seriously.

After a while, Gu Yuehua came over with a tray. Seeing this, he put the desserts on the table next to him, and then pulled the table over. The two tables were put together.

"Cousin eat slowly."

Qing Huan remembered something: "Ah, cousin, wait."

The corners of Gu Yuehua's mouth curved - Qing Huan had obviously been brainwashed by him.

Qing Huan took out a white fox mask from her backpack and handed it to Gu Yuehua: "It's for you."

Gu Yuehua took it over and took a closer look, "I'm afraid it's hard to do this skill now, my cousin really has a heart, it's not in vain that my cousin treats you so well."

"Cousin, you are being polite." Qing Huan also admitted that she was wronged—cousin and cousin should be cousins.

Gu Yuehua smiled and went to the kitchen.

Chen Ziran watched Gu Yuehua leave, and asked Qing Huan, "Is he really your cousin?"

"Does it matter?" Qing Huan picked up a strawberry crisp and stuffed it into Chen Ziran's mouth: "Eat yours."

Ji Zhiqiu wrinkled his nose, took the strawberry crisp and started to eat it.

Qing Huan took another crispy stick and was about to put it into his mouth, but when he saw Chen Ziran in front of him staring at his...hand, he paused and gave it to him: "If you want to eat, here it is. "

Chen Ziran didn't take it with his hands, but opened his mouth to eat.

Qing Huan: "..."