Kuai Chuan: 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 little 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.

Hearing this, the young mother thought her parents were nearby, so she said goodbye to her without asking any more questions.

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

When they were 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, and raised her hand to rub its head.

"From now on, you will follow me."

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

After Qin Ting'an returned home, he bathed the little bear carefully, and even put on a fragrant shower gel.

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

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

Just treat it as my birthday present.

That night, they embraced and slept together.

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 that had not drawn the curtains, and shining on the people on the bed.

The little girl curled up into a ball in her sleep, tightly hugging the little bear doll in her arms, absorbing the only warmth, her immature cheeks half sunk 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 corners of the quilt for her.

"Kid..."

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 clashing.

Qin Xun is a civil servant busy with work, Lin Zhinan is a hotel manager, and the family lives fairly well. After the quarrel, they whitewashed the peace and pretended 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 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 placed next to the bedside table in the house will accompany her every morning and sunset.

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My doll has grown up.

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 present, she is really facing 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:! ! !