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

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

  Everyone knows that grandma is the one who loves Qin Ting'an the most. When grandma is dead, why doesn't Qin Ting'an cry?

  My lord's eyes fell on his body like a needle prick, Qin Ting'an felt as if he was frozen all over, numb, without any reaction, just looked at grandma like that.

   "Yes, Qin Ting'an, why don't you cry?" Lin Zhinan turned to look at Qin Ting'an, emotionally broken, and pinched Qin Ting'an's arm.

  If it makes her vent.

  Qin Ting'an accepted everything calmly.

   Sore eye sockets.

But.

   Not a single tear can fall.

   In front of people.

  In the middle of the night, the adults were busy with the funeral matters.

  Qin Ting'an hid in the room alone and cried until he couldn't make a sound, but he tightly covered his mouth and didn't make a sound.

   Are you sad?

   Sadness.

   But she seems to be suffering from a strange disease.

   No matter what, I can't show it in front of people.

"do not Cry."

   A sigh fell, and a clear voice sounded from behind.

  He came from afar.

  Thousands of miles away.

  Qin Ting'an knew it was him, she choked up, her voice hoarse: "Grandma is gone."

   "I will be with you." The Mr. Doll behind him spoke calmly and calmly, "You can call me Ji Yanli, of course..."

  Ji Yanli paused for a moment, and chose the most acceptable fairy tale for a little human girl, "You can also regard me as a guardian angel."

  That night, they sat quietly until dawn.

  The first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, and the large sea of ​​clouds was dyed with golden light, as if it was right under your feet.

  …

  Have you heard of myths?

  Ji Yanli came from hundreds of millions of light years later.

   That is a place too far away.

  Flowers are blooming there, elves gather, singing the Book of Songs and praising the protection.

  Each elf will meet his guardian object one day.

   We call it, destiny.

  Accidentally fell to light-years ago, Ji Yanli was exceptionally calm, and all the calm life kicked off from that snowy night.

alright.

   He met.

  Before this, it’s not that he didn’t think about how to go back, but on the day he followed the little girl home, he already understood that he would never go back.

  He'll be here.

  Accompanies a human being through life, old age, sickness and death.

Longevity.

  …

  …

  Ten years later.

  Haicheng is a coastal city in the southernmost part.

   Just experienced a tsunami, the air is humid, and the breath is slightly salty.

  Jiangbei University.

  Qin Ting'an just returned to the dormitory, and his roommate slid lazily across the chair, gnawing on potato chips: "I'm going to see your brother again. Please, your brother is too kind to you!"

  Qin Ting'an smiled, holding four cups of milk tea in his hands, his finger bones were fair and thin, and a red string was tied around his wrist, which complemented his smooth skin: "Milk tea, do you want to drink it?"

"drink!"

  A few roommates rushed over and divided up the three cups of milk tea in an instant.

  Qin Ting'an raised his eyebrows, taking it for granted, sat on the chair and turned on the computer to read the pre-examination materials.

  She wore a very clean white hoodie, white suits her best, she has a small frame, black hair, long hair, a slapped face, so beautiful that it is spotless, and those eyes are the most beautiful.

  The roommate was amazed: "We heard that Ann is so beautiful, we don't know who will be cheaper in the future."

  Qin Ting'an was stunned, and was in a trance for a moment, because we listened to the word "An", she didn't think about other things, and smiled and said, "Let's think about how you can avoid failing the exam."

  The roommate groaned: "Sister Xueba, save me!"