Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan looked at Ji Zhiqiu who was devouring the KFC takeaway she brought in front of her, and thought to herself: Children these days are really not ordinary wayward, and even go on a hunger strike when they lose their temper...

Ji Zhiqiu gnawed a chicken leg boldly, raised his head and saw Qing Huan's strange eyes, curled his lips: "You also think I did something wrong?"

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say it, but your appearance shows that you are on the same front as my old man."

"Why do you think I'm not on the same front as you?" Qing Huan asked back.

Ji Zhiqiu was choked, and then said: "If you support me, will you persuade the old man for me?" To be honest, the old man really admires Qing Huan inexplicably, if Qing Huan speaks, the possibility of the old man letting go much more...

Qing Huan shook her head lightly: "I won't."

Ji Zhiqiu threw the chicken leg, and was very dissatisfied: "Why? You are not on the same front as him?!"

"I've never been on the same front with anyone, I only represent my own position." Qing Huan leaned back on the chair, feeling like she was taking an ideological education class—"Ji Zhiqiu, can you tell me why you don't want to go to the military academy ?"

Ji Zhiqiu turned his face away, not to look at Qing Huan.

"Can't say?" Qing Huan looked at him: "I remember before, when we first met, I often heard you say that you are going to this school in the future, and finally take the road of military administration. This shows that you are planning to Okay, why do you suddenly not want to go when you really want to go?"

"I used to have no goals. The old man can do whatever he wants..." Ji Zhiqiu blurted out.

Qing Huan then asked: "Then you have a goal now? What goal?"

Ji Zhiqiu opened his mouth, then suddenly glared at Qing Huan, gritted his teeth and looked away.

Qing Huan was puzzled, "I'm asking you something, you have to explain why you changed your mind, right?"

"Then why should I tell you? Who are you?" Ji Zhiqiu said angrily.

"Yeah, I'm meddling in my own business." Qing Huan stood up, "I don't think you welcome me very much. If that's the case, then I'll go back first."

Seeing that Qing Huan was really about to leave, Ji Zhiqiu stood up and grabbed him: "Hello—"

Qing Huan turned around to look at him - what an awkward kid.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Qing Huan actually wanted to laugh, but thinking about it, in order not to be beaten by Ji Zhiqiu (although he has never lifted a finger at himself), he still held back and just stood still. A face looked at him expressionlessly.

"I..." Ji Zhiqiu's two sword eyebrows were tightly frowned: "I used to think that doing things was boring, and going to school was even more boring. I was just dawdling in school. The old man told me to go to the non-commissioned officer school. Anyway, it’s very interesting for me to train with the garrison sometimes, and I followed the old man’s wishes, without his prompting, of course I didn’t refuse.”

"You said that," Qing Huan said, "What purpose in life have you found now?"

"I don't have... any goal in life." Ji Zhiqiu said vaguely, "I just think it's good as it is now... I'm happy to stay in this school, and I don't want to transfer..."

"Are you sure..." Qing Huan was suspicious: "Are you willing to stay here now? I remember that you and Chen Ziran didn't like each other every day, so you almost made a move... Could it be that you really want to see him?"

"What's the matter with Chen Ziran?" Ji Zhiqiu rolled his eyes: "The point is not him, but..."

Seeing him suddenly stuck, Qing Huan asked: "What's the point?"

Ji Zhiqiu looked into Qing Huan's clear eyes, and coughed lightly: "Anyway, it has nothing to do with him..."

Seeing his expression, Qing Huan tilted her head and smiled: "Is that because of me?"

Ji Zhiqiu was a little annoyed, and said in a rough voice: "Don't be sentimental, it has nothing to do with you..." He picked up the Coke on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Qing Huan saw his reddened ears, and pursed her lips: "Hey, Ji Zhiqiu, do you really like me?"

Ji Zhiqiu choked on the Coke at the moment, spit out some, and then coughed non-stop, the stains of the Coke got on his clothes—he was in a terrible embarrassment.

Qing Huan hurriedly picked up a tissue on the side and wiped it for him, only to meet last Ji Zhiqiu's eyes, he pulled the tissue, pushed Qing Huan away, and wiped it himself - I don't know if it was coughing or embarrassment all over his face , Red several colors.

"I'm joking with you, why are you excited..." Qing Huan said aside.

Ji Zhiqiu crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can, staring at Qing Huan fiercely: "Are you joking like this?"

"But I'm not wrong." Qing Huan said frankly: "If you don't like me, you can go to school with me every day, and stay together after school... I thought we were friends, don't friends like each other? "

"Who, who told you to speak so ambiguously..." Ji Zhiqiu's eyes flickered, and his voice obviously lost confidence.

"It's because you think too much." Qing Huan found it funny when he saw him holding his breath, and said, "It's true, like you used to, you don't have any friends at all, so of course you think life is boring..."

"What do you mean I don't have any friends?" Ji Zhiqiu was unhappy, and said, "Do you think I'm a withdrawn person like Chen Ziran?"

"Yes, there were people around you before, but were those friends?" Qing Huan remembered that when she first met Ji Zhiqiu, she saw that there were always a few people coming to Ji Zhiqiu after class. It was holding him - it's just that after he got acquainted with Ji Zhiqiu later, Ji Zhiqiu became estranged from those people... Since when did it start?Qing Huan thought about it—it seemed that at that time, she accidentally bumped into a group of them smoking, but Ji Zhiqiu didn't smoke at that time, Qing Huan frowned when she smelled the smoke, and then quickly avoided those people—it seemed Since then, I haven't seen those people come to look for Ji Zhiqiu. Occasionally, I met them on the road and greeted Ji Zhiqiu enthusiastically, but Ji Zhiqiu didn't like to talk to them anymore-so, the child's personality is also capricious.

Ji Zhiqiu snorted coldly: "What do you know..."

Qing Huan's expression became more serious, "To be honest, do you really plan not to go to the military academy, but to enter an ordinary university like us through the college entrance examination?"

"Isn't that good?" Ji Zhiqiu muttered.

"I didn't say it's bad." Qing Huan said, "I saw some photos of you at your grandfather's before. You started training in the children's camp during the holidays when you were very young, and later it was the youth camp. You The grades in it have always been very good, often excellent. From those photos, it can be seen that you do not reject that kind of life, and you may even like it... I just think it would be a pity if you gave up... For example, are you really satisfied with your current life? Maybe you still have a chance to make a big splash..."

Ji Zhiqiu was silent for a long time, and said, "After all, you came to persuade me to be obedient."

"I'm just talking about the facts. From an objective point of view, that kind of life is indeed more suitable for you. From the standpoint of a friend, I certainly hope that you can have a better state." Qing Huan's ideological work is getting smoother and smoother Leo: "It's not the first day you know me, I'm not the kind of person who listens to the wind and rain, and of course I won't cheat you... After all, this is your choice, your life, only you can figure it out. "

Ji Zhiqiu lowered his head, thoughtful.

Qing Huan didn't stay at Ji's house for long, and left after sitting for a while. Ji Zhiqiu finally left the room to see Qing Huan off.

"Think about it yourself, I'm leaving, bye."

"OK Bye Bye."

Ji Zhiqiu stood at the door, watching Qing Huan leave, until his back could no longer be seen, then turned around to enter the room, but met a pair of deep and serious eyes.

"grandfather?"

Grandpa Ji took two steps forward on crutches, stared at Ji Zhiqiu, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Xiaoqiu, tell me the truth, did you change your mind because of Qinghuan?"

Ji Zhiqiu's heart tightened and his pupils shrank.

Grandpa Ji clenched his cane tightly: "You...do you like him?"

Ji Zhiqiu's breath froze for a while: "Grandpa... Grandpa..."