Little Mr. is one hundred years old

What used to be a twosome is now a threesome.Qing Huan didn't care, but Gu Yuehua and Chen Ziran obviously didn't get along very well, but they didn't confront each other, Gu Yuehua was still warm, and Chen Ziran was still indifferent, but neither of them paid attention to each other.

When the two met in the corridor and were about to pass each other, Chen Ziran called Gu Yuehua to a stop.

"wait."

Gu Yuehua turned around and looked at him with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Is there something wrong?"

Chen Ziran said expressionlessly: "You are not human, what are you?"

"This has nothing to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me." Chen Ziran continued: "But I hope you don't get close to Qing Huan again, you will only harm him, such as this time."

"This time it was an accident," Gu Yuehua smiled, "What happens to me and Qing Huan is our business, you have no right to interfere... Besides, do you think you are the same kind?"

Chen Ziran's pupils shrank, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Gu Yuehua said lightly, "You take care of yourself."

After speaking, Gu Yuehua turned around and went back to the room.

Chen Ziran stood there for a long time before returning to his room.

Originally, this night should have passed like this, but...

Chen Ziran had already taken a shower and was lying on the bed, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, he put on his pajamas and went to open the door, and then saw Qing Huan who was also standing outside the door in pajamas.

"Qing Huan, what do you need from me?" Chen Ziran asked doubtfully.

Qing Huan didn't answer, but just smiled, and the smile was a bit frightening and charming.

Before Chen Ziran could react, Qing Huan had already pushed him away and walked in, only then did he realize that Qing Huan was barefoot, didn't even wear socks, and his hair was still wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

Chen Ziran closed the door, turned around and saw that Qing Huan was already sitting on the tatami and looking at him with a faint smile.

Chen Ziran walked over and sat down beside him: "Qing Huan?"

Qing Huan leaned forward, lying on Chen Ziran's body, her face was close to him, the tips of her noses almost touched, his hand was caressing Chen Ziran's chest provocatively, the meaning of the period was self-evident.

Chen Ziran suddenly felt a little parched, he swallowed, and said, "Qing Huan, what's wrong with you?"

Qing Huan's movements were even bolder. She kissed Chen Ziran's chin and licked his protruding Adam's apple—Chen Ziran only felt a tightness in his lower abdomen. If it wasn't for his strong self-control, he would have crushed Qing Huan. ——He grabbed Qing Huan's hand that had slipped into his clothes, and took a deep breath: "Qing Huan, do you know what you're doing?"

"..." Qing Huan tilted her head, her eyes were misty, her pink tongue licked her lips, and then she was about to kiss Chen Ziran's lips——

"Bump—" The door was opened, and it was Gu Yuehua who suddenly appeared at the door.

The cold wind blew in, and Chen Ziran's consciousness suddenly became much clearer. Qing Huan, who was lying on Chen Ziran's body, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door. When he saw Gu Yuehua, his pupils shrank, and then a strange color appeared on his face.

"Sorry to bother you." Gu Yuehua strode in, without feeling guilty about intruding into someone's room. He scooped up Qing Huan, but Qing Huan didn't resist at all, and let Gu Yuehua action--

Seeing Gu Yuehua taking Qing Huan away, Chen Ziran frowned and said, "Where are you taking him?"

"Take him back to the room." The corner of Gu Yuehua's mouth twitched: "Don't you think he should stay with you?"

"I..." Chen Ziran paused and asked, "What happened to Qing Huan?"

"He was hooked." Gu Yuehua simply explained: "You just stay in your room peacefully, don't worry about the rest."

Chen Ziran is not the kind of master who can be manipulated: "Why should I listen to you?"

"If you want Qinghuan to be fine."

One sentence hit Chen Ziran to the core.

Chen Ziran could only watch helplessly as Gu Yuehua took Qing Huan away—it is true that Gu Yuehua is not human, but at this time, it is the non-human Gu Yuehua who can help Qing Huan... This feeling of powerlessness, It made Chen Ziran very depressed...

He clenched his hands into fists and pounded hard on the floor.

That night, Chen Ziran suffered from insomnia.

As for Qing Huan, he slept until dawn, and when he woke up, he found that he was not in his own room, but in Gu Yuehua's room, and the tatami he was lying on was surrounded by candles and hanging The red thread of the bell circled around... This is a formation, and Qing Huan has also done it for others before-this should be a formation to expel evil spirits.

Qing Huan sat up and saw Gu Yuehua sitting cross-legged in front of the window, drinking tea leisurely——

"Cousin is awake?" Gu Yuehua took a sip of tea, looked sideways at Qing Huan with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong with me?" Qing Huan asked in confusion.

"You were possessed by an evil spirit last night." Gu Yuehua replied simply.

"Then what did I do?" Qing Huan asked.

"This..." Gu Yuehua put down the tea cup: "My cousin should ask your classmate."

Later, Qing Huan saw Chen Ziran with dark circles under his eyes, and asked about what happened last night, but Chen Ziran, who was obviously in a bad mood, blushed first, and said a few words vaguely, but answered the question inappropriately.Qing Huan could tell that he didn't want to mention it, and seeing that Chen Ziran hadn't suffered any injuries, he could only pretend that this incident never happened.

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The three of Qing Huan went to Kiyomizu Temple, one of the three major scenic spots in Kyoto, early in the morning.

Standing at the gate of the quaint temple, Qing Huan asked, "Is there any difference between Japanese temples and Chinese temples?"

"The difference is only the form, but the belief is the same." Gu Yuehua replied.

"I don't like Japan." Chen Ziran said succinctly.

In fact, Qing Huan could tell that he didn't like Japan and Japanese people. From the time he stayed there yesterday, Chen Ziran was very indifferent to those Japanese people—in fact, Qing Huan knew why after thinking about it later. After all, he died so much as an anti-Japanese general in his previous life. Tragic... Even if I am myself, I am very uncomfortable with this country, let alone him.

However, the country belongs to the country, and the religion belongs to the religion.Qing Huan can still tell the difference.

Qing Huan does not really believe in Buddhism, but when he faces Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, he can always find peace in his heart, so he sometimes uses the meditation of the Heart Sutra as a way to release stress.

When Qing Huan was praying, Gu Yuehua and Chen Ziran stood aside and watched.Gu Yuehua herself is a demon clan, so it's unbelievable whether she has a different way of life, but Chen Ziran is a person who does not shy away from gods and Buddhas.

One of the most indispensable activities in the temple is drawing lots.

Qing Huan drew a lottery of "the last murderer", he turned his head and asked Gu Yuehua, "Is the last murderer really bad?"

"Usually it is 'great auspiciousness, middle auspiciousness, auspiciousness, minor auspiciousness, half auspiciousness, last auspiciousness, bad luck, little bad luck, last bad luck, half bad luck, and great bad luck', and the last bad luck is not the worst." Gu Yuehua asked again: "What do you want?" What is it?"

"Luck." Qing Huan replied.

"Is your luck bad recently?" Chen Ziran asked.

"Do you think my luck is good?" Qing Huan asked back.

The flirtatious Qinghuan figure who teased him appeared in Chen Ziran's mind, so he didn't speak any more.

"If you draw a bad lottery, you can tie the sign on the tree in the most uncomfortable way, which means you have completed a difficult task. This kind of practice can turn danger into luck." Gu Yuehua pointed to the yard. said the big tree.

Qing Huan saw a lot of knotted lottery papers on them just now, they were all awkward, and she wondered why before, but it turned out to be because of this...It seems that many people are unlucky.

Now that the lottery was drawn, Qing Huan didn't care about doing one more thing, he tied the knot with his left hand which he didn't use very much, anyway, he finally hung up the lottery paper - when he was breathing a sigh of relief , Qing Huan saw an old monk wearing a black monk uniform and holding a broom looking at his lottery paper, his eyes thoughtful——

Qing Huan also looked at him suspiciously, the old monk turned his head, looked at Qing Huan kindly, and then said a word——Qing Huan looked at Gu Yuehua begging for help, and Gu Yuehua translated it to Qing Huan——

"He said that your fortunes have reversed recently and you will encounter many unsatisfactory things."

"Ask him what else he knows?"

Gu Yuehua conveyed Qing Huan's meaning, and the old monk pointed to the lottery paper on the tree, and replied.

"He said you'd meet the people you wanted to see soon, despite the bad times."

After Qing Huan heard this, a vague figure appeared in her mind - could it be... him?

The old monk clasped his hands together, signaled to Qing Huan, then turned and left.

"Qing Huan, who do you want to meet?" Chen Ziran's question happened to be what Gu Yuehua wanted to ask.

Qing Huan said speciously: "There will always be someone you want to see."

In any case, this trip to Japan is over.