Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Recently, Chen Ziran and Ji Zhiqiu didn’t appear very often, because Chen Ziran and his parents went to visit relatives in his hometown, while Ji Zhiqiu was more pitiful. He was sent to the military camp by his grandfather to experience life on the third day of the Lunar New Year. months, and the winter vacation is almost coming to an end.

So on this day, the doorbell of Qing Huan's house was rang early in the morning, and when she opened the door, she saw two door gods at the door. Qing Huan really had the urge to slam the door.

"If you can't fall asleep, can you run laps outside by yourself?" Qing Huan said helplessly, ruffling her hair.

"Why do you open the door so late?" Ji Zhiqiu complained as he walked inside.

Compared to Ji Zhiqiu's chic, Chen Ziran, who was holding a box of things, seemed much more sincere——

"Qing Huan, this is a specialty of our hometown. My mother asked me to bring it to you."

"Your mother is very kind."

Ji Zhiqiu was already sitting on the sofa, and when he saw Chen Ziran's box, he curled his lips and said, "Anything can be used as a courteous..."

Qing Huan looked at him: "Then what are you here for?"

Ji Zhiqiu flicked his backpack: "Do your homework, discuss your homework." It sounded grand.

"I'm also here to do my homework." Chen Ziran said from the side.

Qing Huan frowned, glanced at them, and yawned: "Then you guys do your homework slowly, I'm going to sleep."

Qing Huan really went upstairs to catch up on sleep, regardless of how the two people downstairs got along.When Qing Huan passed the room near the stairs, she paused, knocked on the door but got no response, opened the door and went in, and the inside was empty——M has not come back yet.It has been several days, and M has disappeared. Of course, Qing Huan is not worried about what will happen to him, but she is a little puzzled.Going back to my room, I saw the little thing curled up on the big wool carpet, and shook my head—it’s not that I didn’t prepare the room for Little Orchid, but he always sneaked in in the middle of the night and slept on the carpet at the foot of his bed .

Qing Huan covered Xiao Lian with a blanket before going to bed to catch up on sleep.

After a good night's sleep, it was almost noon when Qing Huan woke up. When she woke up, Xiao Lian was no longer in the room.

Qing Huan washed up and went downstairs, and saw Ji Zhiqiu sitting on the sofa watching TV majestically, while Xiao Lian, who was only wearing a green T-shirt, was biting a yogurt straw on the single sofa on his right, frowning and staring at Looking at the remote control panel in Ji Zhiqiu's hand—it seemed very dissatisfied with his behavior of occupying the remote control panel, but he dared not make a sound; on the other side, at the table by the window, Chen Ziran was really doing his homework seriously.

"Master!" Xiao Lian immediately jumped over when she saw Qing Huan, and threw herself on Qing Huan's lap.

"Master?" Ji Zhiqiu turned his head, put his hands on the back of the sofa, frowned and said, "He called you 'Master'?"

"Children like to call people indiscriminately." Qing Huan bent down and whispered in Xiao Lian's ear: "Did you forget what I told you? What did you call us?"

Xiaolian's eyeballs rolled, and then obediently called out: "Brother."

"Qing Huan," Chen Ziran walked over, "Is he your younger brother?"

"Cousin." Qing Huan replied.

"Cousin?" Ji Zhiqiu asked a question: "That Gu Yuehua is your cousin, and now there is another cousin. I thought you had no relatives, but I didn't expect you to have many relatives."

"Are some of my relatives going to report to you?" Qing Huan gave him a supercilious look, and took Xiao Lian's hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Ji Zhiqiu snorted unhappily, turned his head and saw Chen Ziran's gaze was on the little guy until they entered the kitchen—"Chen Ziran, you don't have pedophilia, do you? What do you mean by staring at people and children?" ?”

"Don't you think that child is a bit strange?" Chen Ziran asked.

"What's so strange?" Ji Zhiqiu said, "He's just a nasty little devil."

"There's a smell on him, it's been there since just now."

"You mean the fragrance of flowers?" Ji Zhiqiu glanced at the flowers and plants in the living room: "There are so many things here, what's so strange about the fragrance of flowers?"

"But after he left, the fragrance of flowers disappeared."

"No way? Such a young child wears perfume?" Ji Zhiqiu said in disbelief.

"..." Chen Ziran glanced at Ji Zhiqiu with a "stupid human" look, then turned around and went back to continue his homework.

"...Fuck, what do you mean..."

At noon, although Qing Huan had no intention of starting a business, but there were two living people in the house, it would be unreasonable not to eat, so he asked Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran what they meant and ordered takeaway, and the order was pizza. Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran had ham and seafood pizza. Qing Huan and Xiao Lian are fruit pizza, which can be regarded as a feast for the host and guest.

The afternoon time really belongs to the students - doing summer homework together.After less than an hour of silence, Ji Zhiqiu couldn't calm down anymore.

"Qing Huan, do you know where I went this time?"

"Where did you go?" Qing Huan asked casually, and his subordinates kept drawing with a ruler.

"Qixia Mountain."

Qing Huan paused for a moment before realizing it, and raised her head: "Where are you talking?"

"Qixia Mountain."

"What are you going to Qixia Mountain for?"

Chen Ziran, who was originally indifferent, also stopped writing because of Qing Huan's interjection.

"I followed them there to practice." Ji Zhiqiu saw that Qing Huan's attention was diverted by himself, and said with some complacency: "I've been wasting there these days."

"Oh, exercise," Qing Huan asked, "Have you entered the mountain?"

"It's just outside," Ji Zhiqiu said mysteriously, "the mountain people at the foot of the mountain said that there are gods living on Qixia Mountain. Do you think it's funny?"

"Immortal?" Qing Huan smiled faintly: "It's nonsense."

"That's right, that's what I said," Ji Zhiqiu started talking, and couldn't stop: "But they spoke with certainty, and said that their ancestors met gods on the mountain, and that when they lost their way in the mountains, they were guided by the gods. They came out, and the gods drove them away when they encountered ferocious beasts... But the gods they talked about, some said it was a beautiful little fairy boy, some said it was a fairy in white clothes, and some said it was a big fairy Bring the little fairy boy to live in it."

"That's what they used as a story to trick children into playing, and you believe it too." Qing Huan flipped through the exercise book and said.

"We didn't believe it, so one night, two veterans and I went up the mountain to find the way..."

"Then, did you see the fairy?" Qing Huan looked at him with a smile.

"We walked around with our equipment for several hours, let alone gods, and got lost. We couldn't get out... and there was no signal, so we had to wait until dawn for someone to rescue us..." Ji Zhiqiu frowned Get up: "But, after dawn, guess what?"

"What's the matter?"

"It turns out that those two veterans and I have been wandering around in the bamboo forest near our camp, and never went into the mountain at all." Ji Zhiqiu recalled what happened that day, and said, "But we clearly remembered that we walked all the way in that day, and we didn't go into the mountain at all." With a mark and a compass, how could you keep wandering in the bamboo forest?"

"The terrain of Qixia Mountain is steep, and there are countless roads and trails. You can't see the north from the south, and you can't see the west from the east. It's not surprising that you get lost." Qing Huan added: "Isn't the old mountain people lost too? ?”

"It's also..." Ji Zhiqiu supported his head: "I just think it's weird..."

"It's not that simple," Chen Ziran interjected at this time: "It is said that Zhuge Kongming's descendants live together in a place called 'Bagua Village', and their village has survived the war without incident, because they used With the method of gossip, the whole village is hidden in the mountains, but it has never been affected by the flames of war from the outside world. Even if the Japanese invaded during World War II and marched in the mountains, they did not find this village and escaped disaster.”

"What do you think this has to do with it?" Ji Zhiqiu was puzzled.

"What I want to say is that maybe this is just a trick of the 'immortal' living in the mountains, who has deceived you and those mountain people. There is a place in Qixia Mountain that outsiders can't set foot on."

Ji Zhiqiu touched his chin: "Is it so magical... Is the fairy real or fake..."

Chen Ziran said: "I just said it casually."

"It's rare that what you said makes sense..." Ji Zhiqiu pondered: "There are indeed many weird things on Qixia Mountain..."

"Okay, so much nonsense," Qing Huan said impatiently: "If you want to discuss these boring things, you can go out and talk, I still have to do my homework."

"Just chatting for a while, why are you so petty..." Ji Zhiqiu muttered, but he didn't say any more nonsense.

Ji Zhiqiu and Chen Ziran continued to do their homework, while Qing Huan was holding a pen and staring at the homework book, but she didn't have any thoughts...

Qixia Mountain...