Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Zhongjia looked at Qing Huan's frowning and troubled look, and said, "You have always looked down on people and things, is that person important to you?"

Qing Huan looked at the surface of the river: "I thought I had forgotten it, that I didn't have to remember it anymore... But after meeting him, many memories came back... He was once very important to me People, my former family."

"family?"

"I remember that it should be the autumn of the year of Yisi. That night, I went down the mountain and passed the cemetery. I met a female ghost who asked me to give birth to her. One son...Later, I adopted this son in the coffin and named him 'Li'."

"Bai Li?"

"Yeah." Qing Huan nodded: "Perhaps I was really lonely for too long at that time. I devoted a lot of effort to this child and raised him until he was 17 years old..."

"17 years old? Then what happened to him?"

"Later I discovered that we are not the same kind after all. He is a human being with a lifespan of only a few decades, but I don't know when it will end... He is growing up slowly, but I am still not old... He is by my side, I have no choice but to be isolated from the world, but he doesn't necessarily want this kind of life..." In fact, there is another hidden reason.

"he's gone?"

"Well, I sent him away." Qing Huan said slowly: "I erased his memory about me, thinking that he should be able to live an ordinary life. But after more than 30 years, I met again When it came to him, he was still the same as before... He is no longer a human being, I don't know what happened to him in these years to make him become like this..."

"So there is such a reason." Zhongjia asked: "You said he was born in Qi County in the year of Yisi. When was it?"

"Haishi...about ten o'clock in the evening."

Zhongjia took out a white book from his arms and read it silently. The pages of the book turned by themselves, and finally stopped on a certain page, but it was a blank page. Chongjia's fingers slid across the paper, and a line appeared on it. The characters lined up vertically are unknown to Qing Huan——

"Bai Li was born at the third quarter of the Hai hour of the Yisi year, and died at the second quarter of the You hour of the Dingmao year... the whereabouts of his soul is unknown..."

Qing Huan was taken aback: "He... is dead?"

Then what I saw was a dead person?No way...how could it be...Qing Huan can't tell the difference between life and death, that's clearly a living person...

"His lifespan has indeed come to an end."

"What does it mean that the soul's whereabouts are unknown?" Qing Huan asked again.

"That's what it means on the surface, the soul guide can't find his soul."

"Then if you find it now, will you capture his soul back?"

Zhongjia shook his head: "There is also a time limit for searching for the soul, which happens to be 30 years, and now the time limit has passed."

"Shigeka, can you find out why he became what he is now?"

"If we can't trace his soul, it means that he is already outside the six realms, and this is not within my jurisdiction."

Qing Huan's eyes darkened after hearing this: "Thinking about it this way, I don't know whether I saved him or harmed him when I sent him away."

"Actually, whether it's good or not is a matter that only you understand." Zhongjia said, "It shows that you are destined to meet again."

"Fate?" Qing Huan laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's fate."

"Qing Huan." Zhongjia called him suddenly.

"What?" Qing Huan looked at him.

"Let me tell you a story."

Although unexpectedly wondering why she said that suddenly, Qing Huan still nodded: "Say it."

"A young girl saw a handsome young man in the crowd and fell in love at first sight, but after the flow of people passed by, she could no longer find the young man. Because of this, she fell into lovesickness. She didn't think about food and drink, and was depressed. I prayed before the Buddha, begging to see my sweetheart again. After the Buddha appeared, he told her that she could only see the young man again after 500 years of practice, and she agreed. During those 500 years, the girl turned into a stone and lay in the wilderness , sun and rain, in the previous 490 nine years, she did not see a person. Finally, in the last year, she was used as a stone to build a stone bridge guardrail. On that day, she saw The young man passing by in a hurry on the bridge only took one look. The Buddha asked her if she was satisfied, and she said that she wanted to touch the body of her sweetheart. The Buddha said, then you have to practice for another 500 years. The girl agreed resolutely, During these 500 years, the girl has become a big tree, and people come and go every day, but she can’t see the person she wants to see after all. After 500 years, the young man appeared as scheduled, he was too tired She leaned against the tree and fell asleep. The girl touched her sweetheart as she wished, and she used her shade to cover her sweetheart from the scorching sun, pouring out all her tenderness. When the young man woke up, he didn't even look at the tree. The tree glanced and left without looking back. The Buddha appeared again, and he said to the girl, if you want to become his wife, then you have to practice. This time the girl said no. She said this: It is enough. To love someone, it is not necessary to be his wife and possess him. Then she asked again, did the young man's current wife suffer like herself? The Buddha smiled and nodded. The girl At this moment, he was relieved. At the same time, the Buddha also let out a sigh of relief. The girl asked the Buddha why, and the Buddha replied: This is good, there is a man who can wait for you for 1000 years, and he has practiced for 2000 years just to see you. year." Chongjia paused, looked at Qinghuan and smiled slightly: "The story is over."

Qing Huan was silent for a long time, and asked: "Why, you want to tell me this story?"

"What I want to tell you is fate. Everyone you meet now may have had a story with you, and the people around you now, perhaps, a long, long time ago, they were just like you. The entanglement is no longer clear, the acquaintances in this life, I don’t know how much waiting and waiting have been accumulated. Everything is hard-won.”

At that moment, several faces appeared in Qing Huan's mind.He pursed his lips, looked up at Shigeka, and finally showed his first smile tonight——

"Thank you, Shigeka. I like your story very much."

Shigeka smiled softly: "I hope you don't bother too much, what should come will always come, and everything will come naturally."

"...Well, I understand." Qing Huan patted Zhong Jia on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Then you say, I became friends with you because of the past in the Republic of China in my previous life, or, earlier , we already know each other?"

"Maybe." Zhongjia blinked: "Maybe, we have all forgotten."

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, and the air of the night seemed to be much lighter.