Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan walked out of the school with her schoolbag on her back—he was the only one today, and Chen Ziran had become a habit of being absent from class now. After all, he had company matters to deal with, anyway, the school acquiesced, and no one had any objections.

As a teacher, Long Zhao always has some responsibilities that teachers must fulfill. He has been holding meetings in neighboring cities for the past few days, and he will not come back anyway.

Qing Huan went out of the school gate, thinking about buying something to fill his stomach, but he caught sight of a small figure sneaking up by the wall looking here. He raised his eyebrows—that gaze was too naked and direct, just staring at himself It's so blatant, don't you think you're hiding it well?

Qing Huan pretended he didn't see it, and continued to walk forward. He noticed that the little man was following behind him, step by step, but followed very closely——Qing Huan dodged behind a big banyan tree, The little man missed him, and ran up in a trot in a panic——

Seeing the target approaching, Qing Huan grabbed him by the collar and picked him up—"Tsk tsk, you're so brave, what are you doing with me?"

It was a six or seven-year-old boy, wearing a neat black uniform, a pair of well-polished black leather shoes on his feet, a red checkered schoolbag on his back, and a yellow round hat and water hanging on the schoolbag At first glance, he was an elementary school student who had just finished school——Qing Huan lowered her head and glanced at his front: "Ruiying Elementary School...Mister's elementary school students are so courageous, and they follow adults, but they are not afraid of being abducted..."

"Wuwu, let me go!" The little boy was carried by Qing Huan, struggling with his hands and feet, his face flushed red, his eyes watery, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Qing Huan put him down embarrassingly, looked at Xiao BuDian still in shock, and shook her head: "Is it a boy? Are you crying like this?"

"I, I..." Xiao Budian pursed her lips and sniffed, "I'm afraid of heights!"

Qing Huan gave a "puchi" smile: "Afraid of heights? How tall is this, really delicate."

"I'm not squeamish! I, I..." Xiao Budian blushed even more against Qing Huan's cool eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

Qing Huan knelt down and helped him straighten his collar very smoothly: "Okay, now you can say why you followed me? I'm not a pretty girl, why are you following me so hard?"

Xiao BuDian lowered his head uncomfortably because of Qing Huan's full attention, and said something—the voice was very soft, but Qing Huan still understood it quite clearly, what he said was: "I just want to see you... ..."

Qing Huan tilted her head: "What are you looking at me for? Do we know each other?"

"No... I don't know." The little head hung even lower.

Qing Huan chuckled lightly: "Since I don't know you, what do you think I'm doing?"

"……"silence.

Qing Huan looked at her watch: "You wasted at least 10 minutes, my time is very precious, if there is nothing else, then go back to your respective homes."

Seeing that Qing Huan was about to get up, the little girl became anxious, and grabbed Qing Huan's hand: "No, don't go!"

His immature voice was too eager, yet full of begging, and the water in those big black and white eyes seemed to overflow soon—a soft spot in Qing Huan's heart was hit, and he sighed: " Well, then you always have to say, what do you want from me?"

Xiao BuDian looked up at Qing Huan longingly with her white and tender apple face: "You, can you hug me?"

Qing Huan was stunned for a while, but because of his hesitation, the apple face drooped down, tears finally welled up in his eyes, one after another, full like pearls with broken strings——Qing Huan's heart was hit again, he He moved frantically and clumsily with his sleeves to wipe away the tears for the little one, while coaxing: "Don't cry, hey, don't cry... I'm not... I just didn't realize it for a while... Don't cry... I'm really... okay, okay, hug you, hug you, okay..."

Qing Huan wrapped that small body in his arms, that body trembled because of sobbing, it was really thin and could be completely wrapped, his soft arms wrapped around Qing Huan's neck, and his face was buried in Qing Huan's neck. On Huan's neck, tears made Qing Huan's neck wet and cold - he was obviously relying on him wholeheartedly, Qing Huan felt a little sad, and there was an indescribable feeling...

Under the big banyan tree, a thin boy in a red and white school uniform was squatting on the ground, with his arms around another little boy in a black uniform. The little boy tiptoed into the boy's arms, hugging the boy's neck, sobbing softly, It seems that the long-standing grievances have been expressed, and the person holding him has given him the whole world at this moment-this picture is so warm...It makes people's eyes warm.

10 minutes later, in the milk tea shop.

The table is full of desserts such as strawberry cheesecake, creme brulee, mango pancakes, crepes, cranberry cookies, nut tarts, etc. The little one with an apple face is eating there, and Qing Huan is sitting On the other side, with a straw in his mouth, he propped his head up and watched the little one eat.

"Eat slowly, and the beauty will fight for you." Qing Huan said.

"En." Xiao BuDian answered vaguely.

"Looking at you, it doesn't look like you are short of food or drink at home," Qing Huan said, "Why are you in such a hurry..."

Xiao Budian paused, and muttered softly: "You can't eat outside..."

"Why aren't you allowed to eat outside?"

"……not good……"

Qing Huan laughed: "Aren't you the young master of some family? Your parents are really strict with you."

Xiao BuDian glanced at Qing Huan, then lowered her head: "I don't have a mother."

"Ah?" Qing Huan understood: "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know, but your father is very strict with you."

"Father..." Xiao Budian held the spoon and flattened his mouth: "It's not what you think..."

"What's that like? You didn't say it. I don't know anything about your family's situation." Qing Huan said.

"Dad... didn't live with me..." Xiao BuDian lowered his head and said.

What's the situation... There is no mother, and the father doesn't live together... This house is really strange...

Seeing his depressed appearance, Qing Huan couldn't bear it: "Actually, it doesn't matter. Boys, they just need to be self-reliant. I also live alone, as long as I get used to it... Er..." In fact, this comparison is a bit No, because Qinghuan Yanjing is so old, and Xiaobudian is still so young...

Qing Huan stroked his soft hair to comfort him: "I think your father must have his own reasons, he may be busy, or there are other things... You are still young and don't understand, when you grow up Some, you should understand..."

"Then... what do you think," Xiao Budian looked up at Qing Huan, "Dad, do you love me?"

Stared at by those sincere eyes, Qing Huan didn't know why she felt a little weak-"Ahem, there is a saying that 'there is no wrong parent in the world', parents always consider their children, they must love you."

I don't know which sentence of Qing Huan touched Xiao BuDian's pain, his tears rushed out again, he choked up and said: "He doesn't want me...he doesn't want me anymore..."

He was annoyed by the way he was crying silently, but Qing Huan couldn't help being angry when facing him, he picked up a tissue to wipe his tears carefully, and patted his back with the other hand: "Don't cry, why are you crying again?" Crying? Crying is a girl's right, how can a boy shed tears at every turn? Be good, don't cry... Maybe, maybe you misunderstood your father? Why would your father not want you? You are his Son, he won't want you, there are some things, maybe you don't know...how could dad not want his son?"

Xiao BuDian grabbed Qing Huan's hand to wipe her tears: "...you don't want your son at all, do you?"

When he asked Qing Huan, she was startled, and she couldn't laugh or cry: "Of course not, that's my son, that's my baby. Why would I not want it? I will love him very much and treat him very well... Of course, the premise is that I want to have a son."

The little boy looked at Qing Huan fixedly, and the tears seemed to be slowly withdrawn: "Really? You will... love him very much and treat him well... right? You will definitely want him, won't you?"

Xiao Budian's expression was too serious, so Qing Huan also became serious, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, isn't this a matter of course?" It's strange, why did it seem like making some kind of promise...

Xiao BuDian finally burst into tears and smiled: "Well, I know..."

"That's right," Qing Huan pinched his face: "It's so pretty when you smile, you can't just cry casually in the future, it's embarrassing, you know?"

The little girl blushed: "I, I won't, I won't cry casually... I won't cry in front of others..."

Qing Huan canceled and said, "Then didn't you cry in front of me?"

Xiao BuDian bit her lip, lowered her head, and whispered, "You are not someone else..."

Qing Huan shook her head—what a child, she put the milk tea in front of him: "Drink something, don't choke."

"Um……"

Two beautiful faces, one large and one small, were reflected on the glass, like a landscape.

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Coming out of the milk tea shop, Xiao Budian followed Qing Huan, reached out and grabbed Qing Huan's hand tightly.

Qing Huan turned to look at him: "Are you still relying on me? I'll treat you to something to eat. That's it. Now you can go home, right?"

"I, my house is a bit far away..." Xiao Budian looked up at Apple's face: "You, can you take me to the car?"

"Get in the car?" Qing Huan looked around: "I'd better call a taxi for you, it's safer."

Xiao Budian hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I will do it... Take the subway, Line 10, can you give me a ride?"

Qing Huan was silent, looking at Xiao BuDian probing: "Little BuDian, that's enough, it's wrong to lie, even if your father didn't say it, didn't your teacher teach you? Where is Line 10? Line 5 is only opened now , it's still in the trial run, and I don't make a draft when I lie." Qing Huan knocked the little one on the head.

Xiao Budian hurriedly shook his head: "Yes, I was wrong, it's Line 4, that's right, Line 4."

Qing Huan was suspicious: "Really?"

"Yeah." Nodding vigorously.

Qing Huan sighed: "Okay, I'll take you there."

Xiao BuDian finally showed a smiling face, and walked forward holding Qing Huan's hand.

The little hand was soft, the palm was sweaty from exertion, but the little one kept holding on tightly and wouldn't let go - Qing Huan also let him go.

Arriving at the subway station, Xiao BuDian hesitated to go in——

"What's the matter?" Qing Huan said helplessly.

"You -- will you forget me?" Xiao BuDian looked at Qing Huan pitifully.

Qing Huan rubbed his hair again: "Okay, I won't forget you, next time, you can still come and play with me, just don't be sneaky anymore, and be careful."

"Yeah!" Xiao BuDian nodded vigorously.

"Go in, Line 4 is coming." Qing Huan heard the broadcast.

"……Um……"

The little boy entered the subway station reluctantly, and looked back at Qing Huan every step of the way. Qing Huan also stood there and looked at him——

The subway came, the door opened, and seeing that the little one was about to go up, Qing Huan remembered something——

"Little one, what's your name?"

"I, my name is Jiujiu!"

Jiujiu...the name is really interesting——

"My name is Bai Qinghuan, you remember!"

Xiao Budian replied excitedly: "I remember! Bai Qinghuan!!"