Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Master, master, it's raining outside."

Xiao Lian stood at the window, looked at the scene outside the window, turned her head and said to Qing Huan who was leaning on the sofa reading a book.

"Then let it rain." Qing Huan said lightly.

"But, little master is still standing there." Xiao Lian frowned, her tone a bit pitiful.

"It's not that I made him stand, he can stand if he wants to." Qing Huan still didn't care.

Xiao Lian looked at the people standing outside in the rain, and stomped her feet: "I'll get an umbrella for the little master..."

Qing Huan turned a page of the book and lazily said: "If you go out, you don't have to come back."

"..." Xiao Lian's footsteps stopped abruptly, he flattened his mouth, and whispered while lying on the window: "It's raining so hard, my little master will get sick, if it gets serious..."

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Xiao Lian ran to Qing Huan, knelt on the sofa, and hugged Qing Huan's leg: "Master, what did the little master do wrong? Why didn't you let him in... The little master must want to see Master's..."

With the book in Qing Huan's hand, she knocked on Xiao Lian's head, "Just ignore things that have nothing to do with you, go back to your room and sleep."

"Then master, why don't you go back to your room to sleep?" Xiao Lian asked back.

Qing Huan choked for a moment, and glared at Xiao Lian: "Is it still in my hands?"

Xiao Lian puffed her face, but she didn't dare to speak any more.He ran to the window to see Zhong Li——

In his heart, Qing Huan is the master, and Zhong Li is the little master. Even after so many years, he has never seen Zhong Li again, but he still remembers Zhong Li's kindness in taking care of him back then—he didn't know the master and What happened between the little masters, he just simply hoped that they could all go back to the way they were before, living together, simply and happily.

Another hour passed like this, and the rain became heavier and heavier, but Zhong Li still stood there.

"Master, what should we do? The rain is really heavy, and the little master is still there..."

The book in Qing Huan's hand closed with a snap, and he finally stood up—Xiao Lian's eyes were filled with excitement—but Qing Huan just turned around and went upstairs with the book...

The corners of Xiaolian's eyes and mouth drooped in disappointment—the master is really kind...

And Qing Huan went upstairs, washed up in the bathroom, and changed into pajamas.Walking to the side of the bed, the hand that lifted the quilt stopped. After all, he walked to the French window, opened the curtain by a small corner, and looked at the place downstairs—it was indeed raining heavily, washing on the window On the ground, water columns were formed, but the slender figure illuminated by the street lamp was still recognizable - he was motionless, like a stone sculpture.

What is he trying to do?Bitter trick?

Qing Huan was in a daze, but that person seemed to sense his gaze, and looked up to this side—even though there was a distance between them under the rain curtain, the gazes of the two were still intertwined.

Qing Huan couldn't read what was in his eyes, and within a few seconds, he drew the curtains.

While lying on the bed, Qing Huan tossed and turned, she didn't know how she fell asleep amidst the continuous sound of rain.

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"Master, when can I see the Buddha?" In the main hall, the young monk asked the old monk sitting cross-legged opposite.

"Why do you want to meet Buddha?" asked the old monk.

"I was born in a Buddhist temple and grew up in a Buddhist temple. I have studied Buddhist scriptures since I was a child. I want to see what our Buddha looks like." The young monk answered frankly.

The old monk touched the young monk's head with his weather-beaten hand, and said: "Fool, if you want to see the Buddha, you have to cut off the ties of the world, go through a catastrophe, and be reborn before you can see the Buddha."

"Master, I have cut off the mortal relationship long ago in the Buddhist temple, but I don't know what my catastrophe is?" the young monk asked suspiciously.

"Fool," the old monk shook his head and said, "You haven't yet entered the mortal world, how can you talk about cutting off the mortal fate? As for your catastrophe, it's all about love..."

"What is 'Peach Blossom'? Can I avoid it?"

"After you have experienced it, you will understand what is meant by 'Peach Blossom Nie Yuan'." The old monk said slowly, "Unless you never leave the temple all your life..."

"Master..." The young monk was a little worried.

"Teacher, you have to keep in mind that love in this world is just a moon in a mirror. Don't be fascinated by the things in front of you, otherwise you will be lost..."

……

Qing Huan was awakened by a sharp and long hissing sound. He opened his eyes wide, feeling like he didn't know where he was.After waking up, he subconsciously got up and ran to the window to look - under the streetlight, the person had disappeared.

It seems that he also knew that it was useless and went back by himself.

Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the bed——remembering the weird hissing sound just now, I don't know if it was in a dream or it happened in real... If it was real, then what made the sound...