Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

That same night, when she returned home, Gu Qingqing took out her key and opened the door.

The house was quiet, without a sound.

Gu Qingqing walked to her parents' room. The empty room was quiet.

The Clivia on the windowsill was also silent, as if it had lost its former vitality.

"Wang Wang, Wang Wang!"

Xiaodie, the teddy dog ​​her mother raised, ran to her feet, wagging its tail and barking at her.

Gu Qingqing squatted down and stroked it. The mother named the little Teddy bear Xiaodie, and Gu Qingqing thought it was very funny and funny.

But my mother said, this is a joy!
But now, seeing the butterflies circling around her, her heart was filled with sadness. They were the butterflies her mother left for her.

What is mom hoping for in the dark?

At this time, a text message came on her mobile phone. It was a message from her uncle, asking her to come over for dinner tomorrow night and not to be alone at home.

Her parents passed away and she was left alone and at a loss. The funeral was taken care of by her uncle's family, and Gu Qingqing gratefully accepted the offer.

The uncle also knew Lin Zhian and knew that Lin Zhian had been accompanying Gu Qingqing all this time, so he casually suggested that she bring her friends along to thank them properly.

Gu Qingqing thought it made sense and told Lin Zhian about it.

Lin Zhian WeChat emoticons: [terrified][terrified]
Why are there so many dinner parties recently?!
The sun was still scorching hot at four o'clock.

At the Gu family, the aunt is in the kitchen.

On the stove, the oil in the big spoon was sizzling, the shredded pork was stir-frying, and the aroma of sautéed onions, ginger and garlic filled the air.

Add broccoli and carrot slices and toss the spoon up and down in your hand.

The last dish is served.

Mother Gu brought the dishes to the table. "Uncle, I'm sorry to have worried you. How are you feeling recently?" Gu Qingqing spoke to them.

"Qingqing, uncle is fine. You've grown up now. Don't avoid things. When you feel bad, just talk to uncle and he will help you through this period." Gu Ningde has always treated Gu Qingqing like his own daughter. He put his arms on the sofa, with many white hairs on his temples, and said earnestly.

"That's right, Sister Qingqing, you still have a cousin like me! Don't treat me like air, remember to call me if anything happens!" The boy, who was still in his senior year of high school, came out of the room and said after taking off his headphones.

As he spoke, he glanced curiously in Lin Zhian's direction several times.

Lin Zhian wore a dark blue plaid pleated skirt and a white shirt. She had fair skin and a soft and cute figure, very much like a cartoon. She just stayed quietly beside Gu Qingqing - eating - eating - and eating.

She came to eat!

"I can do it, don't worry!" Gu Qingqing, who had struggled on the verge of death, has come back to life.

"Well, you are all young people, chat more."

There was a lot of fun at the dinner table.

My aunt cooked eight dishes in a row.

The boy was very surprised to know that Lin Zhian was a cartoonist and asked a lot of questions. Lin Zhian answered cautiously, speaking one word at a time.

"Can this kind of freelance work make money?" my aunt expressed doubt.

"fine……"

Perhaps noticing Lin Zhian's reluctance, the aunt kicked the boy under the table, signaling him not to ask any more questions.

"Sister, can we add each other on WeChat?" the boy in a short-sleeved shirt asked behind the dinner table. He had dimples on his cheeks and looked energetic. "I also like to read comics. I will definitely buy your drawings in the future."

"Okay." Lin Zhian, "How old are you this year?"

(End of this chapter)