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

  Qin Ting'an:? ? ?

  Qin Ting'an:! !

  Who stole my apple?

  Less than three minutes before and after going out, no one has entered her room.

  The light from the table lamp was warm and harmonious, and it was dim and beautiful, reflecting a wooden table and a smiling Mr. Bear.

  Qin Ting'an was in a daze for two or three seconds, and finally ate the bitten apple based on the principle of not being wasted.

   That time she didn't dare to think about the little bear doll, but what happened one after another made Qin Ting'an more and more confused.

The white camellia that would suddenly appear on the table on a weekend afternoon, the metal key that would be inexplicably inserted into the keyhole after she accidentally lost the key, and the low and gentle voice she heard in her dreams every time she slept story.

  It's as if...was favored by God.

"Who are you?"

   No one answered.

  Qin Ting'an will never feel scary, she has a secret of her own.

   is the "it".

  In the days of growing up year after year, the "it" that accompanied me.

   She no longer feels alone.

   I really got to know "it" when Qin Ting'an was ten years old. His grandma passed away. He was born, aged, sick and died. It is human nature. His grandma walked in the old alley very peacefully.

  In this world, the only person who would pat her on the back and call her nannie with a smile left.

   Never coming back.

  When I was very young, I was not aware of death, so I always asked a question repeatedly.

   "Where did he/she go?"

  The adults will tell you at this time.

   "He\she went to a far away place, and it will take a long time to come back."

   At that time, this answer could no longer fool Qin Ting'an.

   She first understood the truth.

  Before grandma died, the only thing she cared about was Qin Ting'an. Grandma said that she would not fight or grab.

  Qin Ting'an thinks it doesn't matter, she has been used to it for many years, she secretly told her grandma that she has a good friend who has been with her for a long time, so that grandma can rest assured.

   Like whispering, the little girl is naive and cautiously imagining.

  Grandma smiled like in the past, caressing Qin Ting'an's dark face with dry and thin fingers, and whispered to her: "It's good to have friends, and get along well with friends..."

  Grandma has the old and decayed feeling that a dying old man should have. She is a rotten mother who has been beaten by wind and rain for many years, and she can no longer bear the weight of life.

  But Qin Ting'an saw the hope of life from her, sending out green branches.

Grandma has no education and has never been to school. Before she died, she held Qin Ting'an's hand tightly, telling her to go out, the farther the better, she often said, we Ting'an, we are good at everything, but we are too sensible up.

  So before leaving, she held her breath and forced Lin Zhinan to swear that Ting An would not be wronged.

  Qin Ting'an stood beside him dumbly, looking down, he could see his thin and immature hands and grandma's wrinkled hands were clasped together.

  Lin Zhinan almost knelt on the ground in tears and agreed.

   After she agreed, grandma left.

"mom-!"

  The night was pierced by Lin Zhinan's heart-piercing cry.

   She cried uncontrollably.

  The night was very long that day, very long.

  Qin Yiling stood beside her, and she also cried. In such an atmosphere, I'm afraid no one would stop crying, so she looked at Qin Ting'an beside her suddenly: "Sister, why don't you cry?"

  Qin Ting'an's voice drew all eyes to Qin Ting'an.