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

"Boy friend."

"here I am."

"Good night~"

"Good night."

Halfway through the animation, Jiang Li'an fell asleep in his arms, defenseless.

He picked her up, walked into the bedroom, covered her with a quilt, stared at the girl's face for a while, and was just about to leave when someone hooked his fingers.

He broke her hand, and she pulled his sleeve again, murmuring indistinctly: "Don't go..."

Turn off the moon and get a good night's sleep.

Jiang Li'an woke up on the bed the next morning. The bright golden sunlight came in from the window with warmth. She was covered with a fluffy quilt and rolled on the bed. Everything was lazily. Suddenly, she noticed something. Looking sideways, he found that he was still holding someone in his hand.

The man sat on the ground with one hand free to hold her, his head resting on the edge of the bed, his sleeping appearance became a little more chill.

Jiang Li'an bent his lips, smiled, lay on the bed watching him for a long time, and secretly kissed the corner of his lips.

He opened his eyes, his pupils were blue and deep, and he was sleepy, seeing clearly that it was her, he leaned over and held the back of her neck and pressed towards him.

Jiang Li'an rolled from the bed with the quilt to the ground, which was covered with a fluffy snow-white carpet, and she threw herself into his arms and pressed him to the ground.

The fluffy and soft quilt covers two people.

For a moment, Jiang Li'an saw the life after marriage.

The two exchanged a lingering kiss in the early morning, with each other's breath remaining in their bodies, and the sunshine outside the window was gentle and warm.

Winter in Nancheng came very late, and the first snow that really belonged to winter did not fall until the end of December.

The short, pale autumn has become a gray transition color, and the dark autumn moon hides in the winter night sky.

The yellow fallen leaves on the branches are buried deep in the ground. Next year, the fallen leaves turn into soil to nourish the spring. The rustling white snow replaces the dead leaves in winter and falls on the residual branches. After an unknown period of time, the branches are finally overwhelmed , crushed down.

Occasionally, one or two magpies found a place to stay, cleaned their wings, and their dark eyes reflected the cold winter.

Add a little sense of depression.

This year's winter is colder than the previous five years in Nancheng. The Meteorological Observatory predicts that there will be a blizzard sweeping Nancheng in the next two days.

In Jiang Li'an's memory, she had never experienced such a cold winter.

The night before the concert, more than a dozen friends were drinking and laughing at Shen Qingzhuo's house, and the atmosphere was noisy.

Outside the window is covered with snow, and inside the window is full of voices.

"One year has passed in the blink of an eye, how can time go by so fast!"

"Isn't it? It's almost Chinese New Year, and I'm one year older. My heart hurts to death."

"This year's Spring Festival is on January 21st, and there is still one month left. Let's celebrate the New Year together then!"

"New Year's Eve together." Shen Qingzhuo sat beside Jiang Li'an, playing with her fingers, "Did you hear that?"

Jiang Li'an pushed his close face: "I heard that."

For the New Year, Jiang Li'an is always looking forward to it. This is the first New Year she is about to spend when she returns to Nancheng. She plans to spend it vigorously, and even writes a note full of it, asking Shen Qingzhuo every day. matter.

Shen Qingzhuo laughed at her more than once, if it's New Year's day, it's enough for you to remember to accept the red envelopes.

Jiang Li'an snorted angrily, but was still happy to make plans.

"Brother Zhuo, what are you singing at the concert tomorrow?" Zuo Duo asked, "Don't worry, we will be the ones shouting the loudest when the time comes, and we must have a rehearsal!"

After two years, the STA Youth League officially disbanded at the beginning of December this year and began to develop individually.

"New song." Shen Qingzhuo said concisely.

"It's so well hidden. No one knows about your new song. You won't surprise us, will you?"

"With Brother Zhuo's voice, even if his mother sings Bears at the concert, she's still a god!"

"Surprise, indeed." Shen Qingzhuo glanced at Jiang Li'an calmly, with a thin smile on her thin lips, young and arrogant, "Just wait and see."

Jiang Li'an was focusing on the candy on the coffee table, but didn't respond.

"Where is my phone? Who saw my phone?!" Zuo Duo shouted.

"Let me call you." Jiang Li'an didn't see it either.

Zuo Duo was very touched: "Sister-in-law, you are so kind!"

Then Jiang Li'an made a phone call, the ringtone rang, and Zuo Duo found the phone in his hand.

The two people who were collectively blind: "..."

#Holding the mobile phone to find the mobile phone

"You two have dementia in advance?" Shen Qingzhuo said.

"It's not impossible, it's just cute and cute." Zuo Duo waved his hand, and suddenly saw the incoming call displayed.

Over there, Jiang Li'an's eyelids twitched, and for some reason, he had a bad premonition.

In the next second, Zuo Duo pointed to the string of phone numbers and said, "Sister-in-law, your phone number is exactly the same as that of the person who called me for no reason and scolded me for being an idiot."

"..."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Li'an was very guilty, "I thought it was Shen Qingzhuo's number."

Shen Qingzhuo:?

Shen Siyue covered her mouth and smiled, suddenly felt that this is pretty good now, but when she thought of someone who was depressed, she glanced at Jiang Ye who was opposite.

She never thought that this strange person was Jiang Li'an's brother at first.

Jiang Ye was sitting opposite Shen Qingzhuo and the others, his mood was a little numb, and the voice in his ears was a little noisy. He drank a bottle of beer, walked to the balcony, and snowflakes fluttered down on his shoulders.

He looked at the night in the distance, took a deep breath, and stood outside alone smoking a cigarette.

"A person here at night with a cigarette to relieve his worries?" With a lazy and indifferent voice, Shen Qingzhuo came over and looked at him.

"Aren't you kicked out by the two of you?" Jiang Ye glanced at him, "Why don't you stay with my sister?"

"I'm afraid you'll be single for too long, and you'll be so stimulated by us that you can't think about it."

"Get out of your mother." Jiang Ye cursed with a smile and kicked him.

Shen Qingzhuo leaned against the railing of the balcony, avoiding his feet: "I'll do this trick again, let you kick until I lose."

Both of them are tall, thin and straight, one is wearing a black shirt, the other is wearing a thin T-shirt, just standing on the balcony, occasionally saying a word or two, not feeling cold, snowflakes falling, in the noisy late night Pretty like a painting.

"Shen Qingzhuo." Jiang Ye took a deep puff of cigarette, his lungs ached from choking, and said suddenly, "You said, if you treat a person as a brother for so many years, it turns out that the other party doesn't take you seriously at all, and even dislikes you. You care too much, what do you think?"

"Talk to me?" The young man leaned on the railing with both hands, jumped easily, and sat directly on the balcony, with wild energy in the cold, with snow falling on his eyelashes, and a high nose bridge, he said casually, "I'm not good at this. "

Jiang Ye was a little disappointed, and felt that he was really brain twitching, how could he think of telling Shen Qingzhuo such a thing.

"But—" Shen Qingzhuo paused for a moment and said.