Little Mr. is one hundred years old

That day when Qing Huan returned from the pier, he met the young warlord who was riding a horse on the way—one of them was riding on the horse, the other was standing below, and their eyes met. Qing Huan didn't know what to say for a while. His lips moved, and a sentence came out——

"came back."

"Ah."

"Has Mu Yun boarded the boat?"

"Ah."

"Get on the horse."

"……it is good."

The young governor stretched out his hand to Qing Huan, Qing Huan grabbed it, was pulled onto the horse, and sat behind him, and the horse carrying the two slowly headed towards the governor's mansion.

Neither of them spoke on the way, everything was quiet.

It was later that Qing Huan found out that the young warlord had chased after him on horseback as soon as he heard that he had gotten into Lou's car with luggage—he probably thought he was leaving, so he only showed his face when he saw him at that time. So relieved and at ease.

In a blink of an eye, it is the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival.

Qing Huan woke up early in the morning, finished washing, opened the window, and was about to pour out the washing water, but when she saw something outside the house, the washbasin in her hand fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over her body...

Beside the banana tree in the atrium, there is a white snake more than four meters long. The snake is white jade, with a slight phosphorescence on its body. At the sound of the basin falling to the ground, the snake's head raised its head, its ruby-like snake eyes stared straight at Qing Huan, the snake's head slowly poked forward, the red letter split into two strands, stretching out longer and longer...

"Bang!" Qing Huan slammed the window shut, ignoring the contents of the room, opened the door and ran outside, just in time to run into someone coming from the corner——

The man supported Qing Huan, stabilized him, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you in such a panic?"

"Young Overseer..." Qing Huan grabbed his sleeve, and pointed to her room with the other hand: "Snakes... there are snakes!"

The Young Overseer frowned: "Is there a snake in your room?"

"No..." Qing Huan's breathing gradually became smoother: "It's on the other side of the atrium. There is a white snake next to Banana, a very big snake..."

"I gonna go see."

Qing Huan grabbed him: "Let's find more people..."

"Don't worry, it's okay." The young warlord didn't care.

Qing Huan could only follow behind him—but when looking into the atrium from Qing Huan's window, she didn't see even a small snake, let alone such a big boa constrictor...

"Why not..." Qing Huan was puzzled, poked his head and looked for a while, but there was indeed nothing—"Could it have gone to another place..."

"I'll ask my servants to check around the mansion."

"Ah."

The young warlord took two steps, then turned around: "Still not following?"

"Huh? Oh."

In fact, after the tension just now, the embarrassment in Qing Huan's heart has come up again-knowing that the young warlord has other thoughts about her, so whenever she faces the young warlord, especially when the two of them are alone, Qing Huan has a way of saying no out of embarrassment.

The entire Governor's Mansion was searched, but the white snake was not found, but a non-poisonous black black-tailed snake was found and let go.

"I really saw it... how big is it..." Qing Huan felt incredible.

"Could it be that you haven't woken up from the dream early in the morning, but it's just a dream?" the adjutant said.

"I'm awake, it's definitely not a dream." Qing Huan said with certainty.

"Okay, I'll ask my servants to sprinkle more realgar and clean it carefully." The young warlord said this to Qing Huan, obviously to reassure him.

Qing Huan responded with a na-na.

"I heard from an old man that meeting a snake at home is a good omen, and a white snake is also called a spirit snake. It is a good thing to meet a snake."

"Really..." Inexplicably, Qing Huan had a bad premonition.

Although it happened to be the festival day, the Young Overseer was still very busy, so he was asked to discuss matters in a restaurant for dinner.

Qing Huan didn't want to go at first, but the Young Overseer insisted that he follow him.In the restaurant, those people were all around the Young Overseer, and after a lot of compliments, they started to discuss the real business, nothing more than topics like the Northern Expedition, the Revolutionary Army, and the start of war.Qing Huan was not interested, but just ate his food - he was in a trance today, since he met the snake early in the morning, he lost his appetite after a few bites, and just sat there in a daze.

By the time everything was over, the sky was already getting dark.When he came down from the restaurant, Qing Huan stepped on an empty space and almost fell down. The young warlord grabbed him, he squeezed Qing Huan's palm, and whispered in his ear: "Qing Huan, I have something to say when I go back." you say."

Qing Huan was startled—what do you want to tell me?

The Young Overseer in this room had already strode forward as usual, Qing Huan had no choice but to follow quickly.

The following soldiers lined up in two rows, ready to go, and the adjutant went to lead the horse.Qing Huan stood beside the young warlord, and glanced at him quietly. He was talking to that guild chairman, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and his whole person looked cold and serious, with a kind of intimidating power.

Once, he thought that he and this man were people from two different worlds, but he didn't expect that there would be an intersection, and he still had such feelings for himself...

Sighing secretly, Qing Huan shifted his gaze to another place, but just in time to see the owner of the sesame seed stall opposite him pull out a black gun from his sleeve, and the barrel of the gun was pointed at the person beside him...

Almost subconsciously, Qing Huan threw himself in front of the young warlord. The young warlord didn't know why, and it was precisely because of Qing Huan's sudden closeness that he lost his judgment, so he just hugged Qing Huan's waist...

"boom!"

It's not the first time, the feeling of being hit by a bullet... But this time is different from the previous one, because Qing Huan clearly felt the bullet pass through his heart, the feeling of being hit in the heart...

The hand of the young warlord holding Qing Huan trembled, the sticky feeling was accompanied by the smell of blood, he was very familiar with it, but this person was the one he liked...

After the gunshot, the street was in chaos, and some of the soldiers of the Young Overseer surrounded them, and some of them went to chase the assassin.

Qing Huan's mind was buzzing, and he felt that the sound of the people around him was getting farther and farther away...

The young warlord hugged Qing Huan: "Qing Huan, hold on, wait, I'll take you to the hospital... Qing Huan, it's okay, talk to me... Qing Huan..."

This was the first time Qing Huan saw this man flustered like this, he was running while hugging himself, beads of sweat on his forehead fell down on Qing Huan's face.

"Young Overseer, it hurts...I feel...I'm going to die..." I really felt like I was going to die—I had no strength in my body, the pain in my heart was like being twisted by a wire, and I couldn't breathe gradually Actually... Knowing that she has the ability to heal herself, Qing Huan once doubted whether she would not die... But now it seems that she is too whimsical. After all, life, old age, sickness and death are irreversible.

"No, I will find you the best doctor to treat you, both Chinese and Western medicine...you will be fine." The young warlord is not so much comforting himself as he is consoling himself—the whole piece of Qing Huan His clothes seemed to be completely stained with blood, and his face was frighteningly pale.

"Young Overseer, the car! The car is here!" The adjutant requisitioned a car from nowhere and drove over. The Young Overseer immediately got into the car with Qing Huan in his arms.

"Don't worry, Qing Huan, you'll be fine, we'll go to the nearest hospital to treat you now..." The young warlord hugged Qing Huan tightly.

Qing Huan shook her head, and smiled sadly: "I can't do it anymore...Young Governor...Thank you...Thank you for this time...Then...then take care of me...I don't even have time to repay you..."

"Qing Huan, stop talking, we'll be fine when we get to the hospital..."

"Young Overseer...you..." Gradually he couldn't catch his breath: "You forgot..." "You forget about me" before she finished speaking, Qing Huan tilted her head and stopped breathing.

Forget about me, in fact, my appearance is just a variable, you can still be your young warlord.

The trembling hand of the young warlord touched Qing Huan's breath, his eyes widened suddenly, his calmness and restraint had long since been discarded, and he shook Qing Huan's body: "Qing Huan, wake up! Wake up! Stop playing... Qing Huan...I still have something to say to you...Qing Huan, I like you...I love you..." The last sentence was very soft, almost like a lover's whisper, with irreversible pain.

The eyes of the adjutant who was driving in front were already red—I thought the young governor was just a cold-hearted person, but since he met Qingyou, although his changes have not been obvious, but the person who follows him every day is It couldn't be more clear—Qing You, he is the doom of the Young Governor...

The man in military uniform hugged the boy's body like the most precious treasure, but the treasure had no signs of life.

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Am I dead?

Qing Huan felt his body light and light, and his feet didn't touch the ground anymore—he saw the man holding himself madly into the hospital, he went to the doctor to diagnose himself, and after confirming his death, his eyes were dead silent—— He cried, he actually cried.

Then there was the funeral. I was such a small clerk, and I was born as a commoner, so I had such a grand funeral—because Governor Tang recognized me as his adopted son.He held his own body and refused to be buried, and was slapped by Governor Tang. The formerly majestic Young Governor was slumped like a useless man, and watched him being buried in the coffin. carried away—

"Button".

"Button".

"Button".

"Button".

What kind of sound...so noisy...why do you still have to be disturbed like this after you die...

That's right, I'm dead, why can I still hear such a clear and true voice?

Qing Huan opened his eyes, it was dark, and the place he was in was so familiar - he is now in the coffin.

So, he's still not dead - really not dead.

Qing Huan tried to push the coffin lid, but she pushed it away—although it took a little effort, it did.

Qing Huan sat up, and the standard equipment inside the tomb—white lantern and white candle, still had some lighting effects—then Qing Huan saw something that made her heart palpitate——

That big white snake was entrenched next to the paper figurine, staring at him with blood-red eyes. Its white jade-colored body seemed to be glowing, and its eyes even shone with a strange light...

In the year of Jiazi, there was a tomb robbery incident in Yicheng, which caused a sensation in the city. The tomb of Governor Tang’s righteous son was stolen. With the loss of those funerary objects, the corpse also disappeared—I only listened to treasure robbers, but never heard of corpse robbers. Yes, because of this, this matter became the topic of the three months after dinner... For this reason, the young warden led people to search the city, and even imprisoned all the habitual tomb robbers in the city, but this tomb robbery case still did not come to fruition. Another sensational incident after the Yicheng earthquake in the Jiazi year became a well-known unsolved case in the annals of Yicheng.

If no one went to rob the tomb, wouldn't the corpse get lost by itself?

Who knows.