Little Mr. is one hundred years old

In the study room, there was only Qing Huan alone, in front of him was the half-length pear pipa, gently plucking the strings, and a long and melodious sound sounded.

"Luo Shu, come out." Qing Huan called out.

Following a few wisps of light smoke, a graceful figure appeared in front of Qing Huan, and she saluted Qing Huan slightly: "Young master, Ye An."

"Luo Shu, long time no see."

"How is your son doing recently?"

Usually the answer to this kind of question is "good", but Qing Huan really can't say a word "good".

Qing Huan shook her head: "I now know what it means to ask for trouble."

Uncle Luo gave a "puchi" smile: "Master, if you lose something, you will gain something. If you have worries, it may not mean that there will be no good things."

Qing Huan sighed, and then said: "Luo Shu, is there a way to restore me to the way I was before?"

Luo Shu smiled and shook her head: "The time has not yet come, nine hundred and eleven days, one day is indispensable."

Qing Huan counted the days: "In this case, I will have another twenty days..."

"My lord, let's enjoy these twenty days. This is also a rare experience." Luo Shu said.

Qing Huan twitched the corners of her mouth, unable to laugh no matter what: "I hope too."

When Luo Shu bid farewell to Qing Huan, she didn't immediately return to the pipa she was living on—

"Son."

"What's the matter?"

"Forgive me for saying bluntly, the young master is very different from the past."

"Isn't it because of desire now?" Qing Huan laughed at herself.

"No." Luo Shu's originally smiling face became much more serious: "Young Master originally had a fierce aura that was different from ordinary people, and ordinary ghosts should not dare to get close to him, but... now that Young Master has The breath is getting weaker and weaker, which is not a good thing."

"Air...weakened?..." Qing Huan murmured.

"My lord, be more careful." After saying this, Luo Shu turned into a light smoke and merged with the pipa.

Qing Huan fell into deep thought because of Luo Shu's words—Luo Shu said that the aura on his body had become weaker, and this was why he was in poor spirits and even found it difficult to heal himself?But owning such ability has something to do with Long Zhao... Could it be that something happened to Long Zhao? ...

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Autumn rain is bleak.

Qing Huan came out of the bookstore holding an umbrella, while making a phone call: "I'm back... um... Don't you still have biscuits?... You must be picky about that brand... Okay, do you want anything else... Enough Enough is enough, how can you let me move back alone in this rainy day... Well, I see..."

While Qing Huan was talking, she saw a person not far away, and hurriedly said to Xiao Lian on the other end of the phone: "I have something to do, so I won't talk to you for now."

Who did Qing Huan see?It turned out to be Ji Zhiqiu.

They haven't seen each other for several months since Ji Zhiqiu had a rare holiday and they met last time.The military school was originally in Iwatani, so going there to study was really a good exercise for his irritable and unruly personality—but, the last meeting was really not pleasant, and the final parting was even a bit hasty feel.And after that, the two never contacted again—Ji Zhiqiu wanted to contact him during the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays, but it was a pity that he didn't answer the phone in time at that time. Later, I saw that the text messages he sent were not because he was depressed because he didn't answer the phone I was just worried about my own situation... After Qing Huan came back and sent him a text message, he didn't reply - I don't know if it was because he was still angry...

Seeing Ji Zhiqiu suddenly at this time, Qing Huan was still a little overwhelmed - just didn't know why he appeared here at this time, it was neither a weekend nor any other holiday, and at this time...why did Ji Zhiqiu appear?

Feeling strange, Qing Huan followed her - into an alley, but she didn't see anyone at the bottom of the alley.

Huh?What about people?

Why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?

Qing Huan walked around with an umbrella, but in this small alley, she was really the only one.

"Hoo--" a whistle.

Qing Huan raised her head, and through the rain curtain, she saw the person standing on the wall. Looking up from the bottom, that person was especially tall and slender, but her eyes were different from the cold and sharp eyes of the past—although it was only for a moment.

He jumped off the wall and stood firmly in front of Qing Huan - he was dressed in dark casual clothes, his hair was longer than the last time he saw him, and he was even thinner. What kind of training, all in all, the mental state of the whole person seems to have a new look-this way, he is already an adult man.

"Ji... Zhiqiu?" At first glance, Qing Huan couldn't recognize her.

Standing in the rain, Ji Zhiqiu looked at Qing Huan, the rain was dripping down his hair, and he didn't seem to be in much distress, but there was an indescribably wild flavor.

"Qing Huan." These two words came out of the throat, as if they had been sharpened on the tip of the tongue many times before they could be pronounced.

Qing Huan took a few steps forward, covered his head with an umbrella, and said, "Why are you here? Could it be that you skipped class?"

Ji Zhiqiu looked at Qing Huan, staring at Qing Huan uncomfortably, then he nodded: "Yes." He was very calm, as if he didn't feel that skipping class was something embarrassing.

"A military academy dares to skip classes... You are getting more and more courageous." Qing Huan said: "Besides, you are not afraid of your grandpa getting mad. When the time comes, it will be you who will suffer."

"I'm fine." Ji Zhiqiu reached out and grabbed the handle of the umbrella: "I'll do it."

Qing Huan withdrew her hand from the place covered by him, and said angrily: "You can't do it if you skip class like this, either you go home after playing enough, or you go back to school."

"I don't want to go home, nor do I want to go back to school." Ji Zhiqiu said.

Qing Huan looked up at him: "Then where do you want to go?"

Ji Zhiqiu stared at Qing Huan, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Qing Huan, take me in."

"I'll take you in?" Qing Huan's eyes widened—why does this feel like she's harboring criminals?

"Just one night." Ji Zhiqiu looked at the sky: "I'll leave tomorrow."

Ji Zhiqiu said her request so naturally, but Qing Huan felt that it was unreasonable for her to refuse the game - this is also her friend, it seems that staying overnight is not a big deal...

So, Qing Huan finally nodded——

"it is good."