Little Mr. is one hundred years old

What are you going to prepare for the new year?

This is Qing Huan's first Spring Festival at the foot of the mountain in so many years.He vaguely remembered that he used to prepare new year's goods for the New Year. Thinking of this, he woke up early in the morning and went to the supermarket.

Said to prepare new year's goods, Qing Huan walked around the snack area at the beginning, and soon the shopping cart was full of snacks - all kinds of nuts, dried fruits, potato chips, shrimp crackers, dried tofu, chocolate, pudding, fudge, cheese Chips, cookies... Then I went to the freezer to get some quick-frozen foods such as vegetarian buns, vegetarian dumplings, and glutinous rice balls.

When passing by the clothing area, Qing Huan picked up a few more clothes, from inside to outside, from top to bottom, and two pairs of shoes, a pair of sneakers and a pair of short boots. Put it on, and put it in the shopping cart directly - the salesperson even took a few more glances at this "bold and unrestrained" style.

So in the end, when Qing Huan checked out, there were really a lot of things. When she swiped her card, it was a five-digit number. One person spends so much money at one time, really...

Qing Huan came out with big bags and small bags, and then hailed a taxi.

Sitting in the taxi, Qing Huan looked out of the window—red lanterns and colored ribbons were decorated everywhere on the street, the vehicles passing by were not in such a hurry, and even the pedestrians on the street were almost full of smiles.Apart from couples, the most frequently seen combination is the family, usually a family of three, father, mother and children, the children are laughing, and the parents are pampering or scolding, but there is love in their eyes.This is the "home", because there is a "home", so I have the confidence and motivation to do everything.Yu Qinghuan herself, because she has nothing to worry about, it seems that everything doesn't matter, and it doesn't matter whether she has or not.In fact, Qing Huan once thought about having a bond, but...

No one knew that Qing Huan had raised a child.But later, the facts told him that this was not a correct decision.

'Huan, eat...eat...'

'Huan, Huan...that...want that...'

'Huan, don't leave me alone. '

Huan, what does this poem mean? '

'Huan, play chess with me. '

'Happy, happy...'

'Huan, we will always be together, right? '

'Huan...I...you...'

'...'

When Qing Huan was lost in memories, the lakeside community arrived.

"Young man, here we are."

"Oh, good." Qing Huan blinked because her eyes were too sore, and paid the car payment at the same time.

Qing Huan got out of the car with her belongings, and walked slowly to the door of the house. When she was about to open the door, she suddenly realized something. When she raised her head, she saw the black robe and the ever-changing hat——

"M?!"

"Mr. Bai, long time no see."

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Qing Huan did not expect M's sudden arrival.

Qing Huan looked at M who was sitting on the sofa drinking black tea, and asked, "Why did you come? Is there any soul that needs you to extradite?"

M smiled "hee hee" and said, "I'm on vacation."

"You're on vacation, what about your work?"

"There are interns."

It turns out that there are also interns here...

"Then how long is your vacation?" Qing Huan asked casually.

"Tenyears."

Qing Huan almost spit out a sip of tea—"Ten years? This vacation is too long..."

M laughed and said, "This is shortholiday (short vacation), last time it was longholiday (long vacation)."

"How long is the long vacation?"

"50."

"..." Sure enough, time was no longer counted.

"So, please leave it to Mr. Bai during this time."

M's words are very sincere, but his voice...Qing Huan still can't like it.

"Whatever you want." It's impossible to issue an order to evict guests——Qing Huan stood up: "I want boiled dumplings, do you want it?"

"Please, Mr. Bai."

If you want, it's still so awkward to speak.

Qing Huan went into the kitchen to cook dumplings, took out two bags of dumplings and cooked them.

It was already 10 minutes after Qing Huan was cooked.Unexpectedly, M, a foreigner, actually liked dumplings, the first food I tried, and praised while eating——

“Chinese food is amazing.”

Qing Huan wanted to reply: You are too out.

After eating the dumplings, Qing Huan looked at the empty bowl and chopsticks, thought for a while, and said to M: "If you want to stay for a long time, you should explain some things clearly."

"Mr. Bai, please tell me." M put down the bowl and chopsticks and said with a smile.

"I don't need you to pay the rent, but the housework still needs to be done."

"Housework?"

"It's housework. For example, sweeping the floor and cleaning the windows," Qing Huan pointed to the bowls and chopsticks: "And washing the dishes."

"I understand." M very consciously picked up the bowls and chopsticks in front of herself and Qing Huan, and walked to the kitchen—or rather, floating away.

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows, followed him to the kitchen, and stood at the door to watch how he dealt with it——in the end, she actually saw him washing the dishes...washing the dishes with water.

Qing Huan hurried forward, "Greasy bowls and chopsticks need to be washed with dishwashing liquid...that's 'cleanseressence', understand?"

"This?" M pointed to the bottle of dish soap.

"Correct."

Qing Huan only now remembered that M was no longer in the sun. There were invisible servants in his mansion who would prepare afternoon tea for him and clean up for him.But now, he has to do all these things himself - but, seeing M washing the dishes, he doesn't seem to be very repulsed... Of course, he is not a person who has obvious likes and dislikes.

There is one more person in the family. Although this person is eccentric and not even the slightest bit popular, and often disappears, it is different after all.The way Qing Huan and M get along is usually the following situations: two people drink tea and eat together; Qing Huan reads a book and M watches the scenery on the balcony; Qing Huan does her homework and M watches the scenery on the balcony; Qing Huan watches TV and M watches the scenery on the balcony Looking at the scenery... Well, the most M state is looking at the scenery.The two of them didn't have much to say, most of the time they were silent, but Qing Huan couldn't ignore M's existence.

Like now.

Qing Huan was writing couplets, and M appeared behind him at some point——

"What is Mr. Bai writing?"

"Write couplets...how do you say it in English...couplet? Anyway, it's the blessings or wishes posted on the doors on both sides of the Spring Festival (Spring Festival)." Qing Huan explained while writing.

"Can sticking it on the door make your wish come true?" M asked again.

"It's just a wish."

"What does Mr. Bai want?"

M's words made Qing Huan startled—the couplets were nothing more than the most common things about home safety, good luck and good news... But in fact, these were not what I wanted, or in other words, they were all possible. Nothing.

"Mr. Bai?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses, spread out the written couplets, and said, "M, help me post the couplets together."

"OK."

Qing Huan and M opened the door together and went out to post couplets, but they happened to meet Gu Yuehua who came back from the shop.

"Qing Huan." Gu Yuehua's eyes fell on M: "This is..."

"Him? His name is M, he is..." Qing Huan was thinking about how to introduce him.

Gu Yuehua smiled: "Could it be your 'cousin'?"

The stalk of "cousin" made Qing Huan feel chills, gave Gu Yuehua a supercilious look, and said, "M is my friend, from England."

"Oh?" Gu Yuehua looked at M: "Are you a companion with Mr. Clarence from last time?"

"That's it."

M giggled, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and said, "Hi, sir."

"Hello, I'm Gu Yuehua, and I'm Qing Huan's cousin..." Gu Yuehua was stared at by Qing Huan, and changed his words: "I'm his friend."

The two held hands together, and at the same time understood the fact that the other was not human.