Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"What did grandpa tell you?" Ji Zhiqiu asked him on the way to send Qinghuan off.

"It's just talking about some old things." Qing Huan said lightly.

"He said that to you too?" Ji Zhiqiu thought that what Grandpa Ji and Qing Huan said were the same clichés he had said countless times, "Isn't it boring?"

Qing Huan shook her head: "It's very interesting."

Qing Huan recalled what he had just heard in the study room—after Grandpa Ji reminded him, he vaguely remembered the team he had saved back then. How could he have thought that it was just a moment of compassion and kindness that had left him in the heart for so many years.Qing Huan also saw that oil painting—it was just a chance meeting, but he remembered his own appearance and even drew it...

Thinking of meeting Ji Zhiqiu, maybe it was also predestined, and he was destined to be with this family.

Of course, Qing Huan would not admit this decades-old public case in front of Grandpa Ji, and even denied her so-called relatives - but I don't know if the old man believed it.

"Why do you think my grandpa is so nice to you? Better than my serious grandson..." Ji Zhiqiu said a little uncomfortable.

"He is nice to me because I am your classmate." Qing Huan said with a smile: "He told me something about your childhood..."

Ji Zhiqiu became vigilant: "What did he tell you?"

"He said," Qing Huan's eyes curved like crescent moons: "He said you were a crybaby when you were young..."

Ji Zhiqiu blushed: "Don't listen to his nonsense, how could I... that's how it is..."

Success is distracted.

Qing Huan smiled: It really is a child.

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Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua finally set off together and boarded the flight to Tokyo, Japan.

"I thought you guys could have some abilities like teleportation, wouldn't that save a lot of trouble?" Sitting down, Qing Huan and Gu Yuehua joked.

"Indeed there are..." Gu Yuehua paused for a moment: "However, this teleportation is also limited by the length of the distance. After all, the area that the mental power can reach is limited, and it also consumes energy. The journey itself is a process of enjoyment. , why should I save this effort?"

"That's right, you guys anyway," Qing Huan chuckled, "The most important thing is time."

"Then do you lack time?" Gu Yuehua asked back.

Qing Huan avoids the important and takes the light: "I'm just an idler."

Gu Yuehua rubbed Qing Huan's hair habitually, Qing Huan patted his hand away, put on the blindfold, and prepared to rest, soon he really fell asleep.Qing Huan seldom dreams when he sleeps, and even if he does, it's not a good dream, which is why he doesn't like dreaming.But this time, he was still dreaming.

The shaking fuselage, the dazzling lights, crying and shouting, and some people kept cursing, but whether it was those who cried bitterly or those who cursed, they were powerless, they could only put their own fate Leave it to God, and watch their flight head to hell... Qing Huan saw many people kept calling, not so much asking for help, but wanting to entrust their last words—but no one answered the phone, Desperate people can only record and leave messages on their mobile phones, hoping that their death note can be passed on to those who want to pass it on...

'Mom, are we dying? ' the little girl in a sunflower dress asked the woman who was holding her tightly.

'No, you went to heaven with your mother. ' There was a forced smile on the woman's face, and her hand that was stroking the girl's hair was still shaking.

'Dandan is not afraid as long as she is with her mother. '

'Okay... so cute...'

At this time, the little girl named "Dandan" turned her head, looked directly at Qing Huan, tilted her head at an angle that a normal person could not reach, and then called out sweetly: "Brother..."

Qing Huan shrank her pupils, and was about to speak when she felt a hand stretch out and pull him back—he woke up.

The blindfold has been taken off, and Gu Yuehua's concerned eyes are in front of him.

"What, have a nightmare?"

Qing Huan moved her hand, and found that Gu Yuehua was holding her wrist tightly - he licked his dry lips: "Mmm...a nightmare..."

Gu Yuehua let go of his hand, and put a glass of milk in front of Qing Huan: "Drink it, it will make you feel better."

"Yeah." Qing Huan let out a breath, picked up the glass of milk with both hands, drank it slowly, and became more conscious. He put down the milk and held Gu Yuehua's hand——

"Tell me, will this plane..." Qing Huan lowered her voice, "It crashed?"

Gu Yuehua smiled slightly, "Don't worry, even if something happens, I will take care of you."

Qing Huan shook her head: "I'm not afraid of this..." I'm not afraid of death at all... This is what Qing Huan didn't say.

"Aren't you still worried about other people?"

Qing Huan pulled him up: "Come with me."

Gu Yuehua also let Qing Huan drag him away, the two of them walked from the business class to the economy class, when they were asked by the flight attendant on the way, they were also pushed past by Gu Yuehua.After walking around, Qing Huan carefully looked at everyone on the plane, but the little girl named "Dandan" and her mother that she saw in her dream were not there.

The two had no choice but to return to their seats——

"Why not?" Qing Huan murmured.

Gu Yuehua looked at him with a smile: "Are you sure you saw this plane?"

Qing Huan blinked: "You mean..."

"Ten years ago, an MD-82 plane crashed in the waters near the city of L, killing more than 100 passengers and crew members on board."

"Is the two planes related?"

"They both belong to the same airline company, if they are recycled..." Gu Yuehua's mouth curled up into a beautiful arc: "In fact, there is no need to recycle too much, such as a small component, a small part, or even a few screws... ..."

Gu Yuehua caressed the chair Qing Huan was sitting on with his hand, and his tone was meaningful.

Qing Huan froze, and felt that the chair she was sitting on was covered with pins and needles, extremely awkward.

"Do you want to change places with me?" Gu Yuehua suggested.

Qing Huan glared at him: "No need."

Three and 10 minutes later, the plane landed at Tokyo Haneda Airport, and two people got off the plane.

"Trouble happens on every plane, I think," Qing Huan sighed, "This trip to Japan will not be so smooth."

"Don't worry, I'm here." Gu Yuehua didn't care, and took Qing Huan's hand: "Let's go, let's go to the hotel after picking up our luggage."

"……Um."

I always have an ominous premonition...