Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The blade slowly sank into the skin, and blood gushed out——Qing Huan threw the knife aside, gritted her teeth to endure the pain, but kept staring at her own wound.

Without any bandaging or treatment, after a while, the blood stopped by itself and gradually clotted.Qing Huan went to touch the wound - it was smooth, and the blood didn't seem to be shed by herself.

Qing Huan sat there blankly, thinking of something, he touched his face, and the hideous scars from the past had long since disappeared—if it was just one time, it would be fine, but... the bullet passed through his body, and he was clearly killed by the sharp blade. The scratches, the wounds healed on their own...

Why is this happening?

Qing Huan remembered what happened in the cemetery at that time, could it be because of that snake-like thing...

"Qingyou, are you there?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses and went to open the door. It was the adjutant of the Young Overseer.

"what happened?"

"The Young Overseer asked you to go to his study."

"Okay, got it."

Qing Huan is now living in the Governor's Mansion - he thought he was really conscripted, but the Young Governor changed his mind and asked him to enter the Governor's Mansion as his own document.

On the way to the study, Qing Huan happened to meet the young warlord's concubine, Fei Yun, talking to a man in a blue suit——

"How many times have I said it, have you heard it once?" Feiyun frowned: "I told you to go to school as soon as possible. Tell me, how long has it been since you went to school?"

The man didn't answer and seemed impatient.

"Father has already discussed with the warlord, as long as you finish reading the book well, I will let you..."

"It's so annoying! I said I won't join the army, but I want to study abroad."

Such a familiar voice...

Qing Huan wanted to pass by as unobtrusively as possible, but - Fei Yun saw Qing Huan -

"Yo, isn't this the popular Qing You who is next to the young warlord recently?" With a sour tone—the young warlord suddenly brought someone back, and he stayed with him as a paperwork. I am very enthusiastic, now I bring such a young man with a face that many women are ashamed of, can I not feel sour?

"Madam Feiyun."

At this moment, the person who turned his back to Qing Huan turned around—it turned out to be an acquaintance, Lou Muyun.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered that Feiyun's original name was Lou Feiyun, and she was the young lady of the Lou family, that is, Lou Muyun's older sister.

"Qing, Qing Huan?" Although Qing Huan's appearance changed, Lou Muyun still recognized him, after all, he used to stare so intently at that half of his face.

"You've got the wrong person." Qing Huan turned to Feiyun: "Mrs. Feiyun, the young warlord has something urgent to do with me, so I'll go there first."

"I know I'm talking about the young warlord," Fei Yun said angrily, "Go, go."

Qing Huan walked away quickly without looking at Lou Muyun.

Lou Muyun was stunned for a while before remembering to chase after her.

"Mu Yun, I haven't finished talking yet, where are you going?"

When he was about to reach the Young Governor's study, Qing Huan was chased by Lou Muyun——

"Qing Huan, you are Qing Huan, aren't you?"

"Like I said, you've got the wrong person. My name is not Qing Huan, but Qing You, cyan Qing, and lenient You."

"You are Qing Huan. Although your face has become more beautiful, I can recognize you as Qing Huan, Bai Qinghuan."

Qing Huan turned around, not wanting to talk to him, but Lou Muyun grabbed his arm and didn't let go, saying to herself: "Qing Huan, I thought you were dead, I couldn't even find you. Are you moving..."

"You let go."

"You first admit that you are Qing Huan." Lou Muyun was very persistent.

"I'm not, you let go..."

"Don't let go..."

"What are you doing?" A serious and low voice said.

Qing Huan and Lou Muyun turned their heads at the same time——

"Young Overseer?"

"Brother-in-law?"

"Let go." Qing Huan broke free from Lou Muyun's hand and hid behind the young governor.

The young governor glanced at Qing Huan, and then said to Lou Muyun, "Qingyou is my secretary, why are you dragging him?"

"His name is not Qingyou, he is Bai Qinghuan, my classmate." Lou Muyun was very sure.

"I said he is Qingyou or Qingyou, don't mess around, we are busy with business."

"I..." After all, Lou Muyun was not as imposing as the Young Governor, so he could only say to Qing Huan, "Qing Huan, then I will look for you next time."

Qing Huan pretended not to hear.

After Lou Muyun left, the young governor gave Qing Huan a cold look: "Follow me into the study."

"Oh."

As soon as he entered the study, the Young Overseer spoke——

"I'll give you a chance to be honest."

Qing Huan knew that she couldn't escape, so she had no choice but to tell the story of how she was designed by the Shen family to take the place of the dead ghost and escaped - of course, he skipped that adventure.

"this is all?"

"Yeah." Qing Huan tried not to let herself feel too guilty.

The young warlord stared at Qing Huan for a long while with deep eyes like ink, and then said, "Bai Qinghuan...your name?"

"Ah."

"Tomorrow is my father's birthday, so don't go to the front hall."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment before realizing what the young governor meant—it was Governor Tang's birthday, so someone from the governor's house would come over, so of course he couldn't show up.

A bright smile appeared on Qing Huan's face: "Thank you, Young Overseer."

The young warlord still didn't show any expression, but just responded lightly.

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On the second day, the military governor's mansion was extremely lively, and all the famous and well-known people in the city came to participate.

In order to hide from Lou Muyun who has been haunting him, Qing Huan came to the lake in the garden to breathe. He threw stones into the lake boredly. He never thought that his figure fell into the eyes of another person - that person is also from the Governor's Mansion. The guest, tired of the atmosphere of the banquet, came here for a walk. From a distance, he saw a thin figure standing by the lake. Added a sense of otherworldliness...

"Cough cough..."

Hearing the sudden coughing sound, Qing Huan turned her head suspiciously, and then saw Shen Zangchun who was standing there at some unknown time.

Therefore, the road to enemies is narrow.

Qing Huan turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Shen Zangchun: "Qing Huan, is that you?"

This was the first time Shen Cangchun spoke to himself in such a gentle tone.

Qing Huan turned her back to him, her body was a little stiff.

"It's really you...Qing Huan, it's great that you're still alive..."

What's wrong with him... Didn't he really hate himself...

"I know you hate me very much. After all, it's because of me that you suffer like this..." Shen Zangchun was still talking: "Ahem...ahem...ahem...Dad and mother asked you to accompany me to study to divert me Evil spirit... So, I can only be indifferent to you and stay away from you, but I didn't expect my parents to listen to some Taoist saying that they want you to die for me... Cough cough... I can't change their minds... ...I want you to be far away from me, far away from our house...ahem..."

Qing Huan thought of Shen Cangchun's indifference towards her from the beginning, and how she tried to drive her away several times later, and finally insulted herself with words... So it turned out that all these were to keep her away from him...

"Ahem... I was locked in the room, and when I came out your coffin had already been carried away... I had someone go to the cemetery to dig the grave quietly, but I didn't find your body... Cough... I know , you should have escaped..." Shen Zangchun chuckled softly: "It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I'll be in trouble for the rest of my life...cough cough..."

Why is the cough so bad?In the past, it was obviously just an occasional cough.

Qing Huan said hesitantly: "You, your parents know..."

"They don't know, they always thought you were dead...so, after I got seriously ill...cough cough...they thought that Taoist was talking nonsense and drove people away...cough cough...drive away..."

Qing Huan finally turned around: "Is your illness getting worse?"

Shen Cangchun looked at Qing Huan, and a gentle smile appeared on his pale face: "This body is useless...cough cough...living is also a drag on others. If there is such a thing as you again, it would be better to die for a hundred...cough Cough...Actually, this is all fate, each person has his own fate, why bother...cough cough...why go against the sky?"

Now Qing Huan re-examines Shen Cangchun, and finds that he is not the kind of arrogant and indifferent young man, in fact, there is a warm and soft part in his heart, and he sees it more openly than anyone else...

"You..." Qing Huan could only comfort dryly: "You will be fine..."

"I know my own body... cough cough..." Shen Zangchun looked at Qing Huan with a smile: "Qing Huan, you are really beautiful... cough cough... Seeing that you are living... living a good life, I will ...cough cough...I feel at ease..."

Qing Huan stepped forward slowly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, Shen Zangchun took it, covered his lips and suppressed his cough: "Thank you..."

"you are welcome……"

The grievances of the past have disappeared unconsciously.

The karma meeting is so simple, no one can tell where it starts and where it ends.

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A month later.

In the Young Overseer's study.

The Young Overseer sat on the main seat and studied a map, while on the other side, Qing Huan leaned on an elbow, and fell asleep at some point.The young warlord raised his head occasionally, and when he saw this, he got up, picked up the cloak hanging on the hanger, and gently covered Qing Huan, stood by the side and stared at Qing Huan's peaceful sleeping face, lost his mind for a while, then returned to his seat, and continued thing.

At this moment, Qing Huan felt her body was light and light, as if she was stepping on a cloud, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, she couldn't see clearly what was ahead.

"Qing Huan... Qing Huan..."

Someone is calling himself.

Qing Huan turned around and saw Shen Cangchun, who was wearing a moon white gown, walking towards her with a smile.

"Why are you here?"

"I'll come and see you." Shen Cangchun's face seemed not so pale anymore.

"You look much better," Qing Huan said with a smile: "I said you will be fine, right? You are the young master, eating ginseng and caterpillar fungus, why can't you get better?"

Shen Cangchun just laughed, and said the same thing: "It's all about fate."

Before Qing Huan could speak, he continued, "Qing Huan, I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"Go where you should go." Shen Zangchun said: "I have never had any friends... When I saw you, I really liked you... But... We didn't become friends after all, and I almost hurt you ..."

Qing Huan continued, "We can still be friends, as long as you don't think I'm just from a commoner family."

"These are all false." Shen Cangchun suddenly took Qing Huan's hand: "Qing Huan, you must be good and live the life you want, as long as you are happy, you have to live for yourself in this life , I will be like this all my life, but you are different..."

Qing Huan felt that his words were getting more and more strange, and said suspiciously: "Why not a lifetime, at our age, we don't even have half a lifetime now."

"Qing Huan, I really have to leave." Shen Cangchun squeezed Qing Huan's palm: "If, if there is a next life, I hope we can be friends without any difference in status or worries. True friend……"

"I……"

When Qing Huan was still about to say something, she saw Shen Zangchun's figure in front of her eyes fade away little by little, and finally disappeared, and what he held in his hand was nothing but a void.

"Kukou—" There was a knock on the door.

The Young Overseer subconsciously looked at Qing Huan first. Qing Huan seemed to have been awakened, and the cloak he was wearing fell to the ground. He opened a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and his expression was a little dull, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

The young warlord frowned and said, "Come in."

The person outside the door came in, it was the butler.

"What's the matter?"

"Young Governor, the only son of Governor Shen's family named Cangchun, suddenly became seriously ill last night, and he just choked on his breath. The Governor is not at home, so I came to ask the Young Governor, do you want to pay your condolences?"

"Understood, help me prepare."

"Yes."

The young governor turned his head to look at Qing Huan, but just in time to see a line of tears sliding down his face.