The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  The young mother couldn't help feeling a little pity for her, and stuffed the bear into her arms: "Hurry up and pack it up, it's so late, why are you here alone, where are your parents?"

   "I'm not alone." Qin Ting'an said softly.

   After hearing this, the young mother thought her parents were nearby, so she didn't ask any more questions and said goodbye to her.

   "Goodbye, Auntie." Qin Ting'an said politely, "Thank you."

  When they went far away, the old residential area, the criss-crossing telephone poles, and the dim street lights were all alone.

  The girl lowered her head, looked at the doll in her arms, finally showed a gentle smile, raised her hand and rubbed its head.

   "From now on, you will follow me."

  Where no one was looking, the doll's dark brown eyes blinked slightly.

  After returning home, Qin Ting'an carefully bathed the little bear, and even put on a fragrant body wash.

  The little bear became pitiful after getting wet, but his smile remained unchanged.

  Qin Ting'an pursed his lips and smiled, and whispered, "Happy birthday."

   Just treat it as, you are my birthday present.

   This night, they embraced each other and slept.

  The snow stopped at three or four o'clock in the morning, and the new moon rose. The bright moonlight was like a lover's eye, gently shining through every window with no curtains, and shining on the people on the bed.

  The little girl curled up in a ball in her sleep, tightly hugging the bear doll in her arms, absorbing the only warmth, her immature cheeks half-sinked into the soft pillow, her hair as black as black wood.

  In the middle of the night, a sigh fell silently.

  Mr. Doll tried his best to get up from the little girl's arms, and stretched out his hands to twist the quilt for her.

   "My little friend..."

  The clear and melodious voice echoed lightly in the house, like the lingering and quiet chant in the church, reassuring to the heart.

   What Qin Ting and An Bishi didn't know was.

  Starting tonight, her life will enter another track.

  Qin Ting'an had a dream. In the dream, thorns were overgrown, but flowers were also blooming everywhere. She heard someone calling her, so she kept running...running forward.

   In the endless distance, she watched the sun rise.

  When Qin Ting'an woke up the next day, Lin Zhinan had already brought Qin Yiling back. When he saw her, his expression was flat: "It's time for breakfast."

  Qin Ting'an nodded.

  A breakfast passed quietly, in the quiet morning sun, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding.

  Qin Xun is a civil servant who is busy with work, Lin Zhinan is a hotel manager, and the family lives fairly well. After a quarrel, they whitewash it and pretend that nothing happened. This has always been the family's consistent way of getting along.

  One day, Qin Ting'an will learn not to have expectations.

  She will start to really learn to be obedient and sensible, learn how to be a good sister and a good daughter in the eyes of her parents, and she will also start to learn-stay away.

   It's just that all this is too ignorant for a six-year-old child.

   It doesn't matter, the little bear next to the bedside table in the house will accompany her every morning and sunset.

  …

  …

  My doll has become a spirit.

   This is obviously a very warm bedtime story, at least Qin Ting'an thought so before, and I'm afraid no one would believe it if she told it to be true.

   But at the moment, she does face this problem.

The first time she noticed something wrong with the little bear doll was on the night after Christmas, when Qin Ting'an put the apple she received at school on the desk, carefully wrote homework under the desk lamp, and just when she went out to drink a glass of milk Suddenly, her apple was bitten.

  Qin Ting'an:? ? ?

  Qin Ting'an:! !