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

  Chapter 296 Extra: Thunder in my heart, life is like a quiet lake

   "I also planted half of this peach tree. Call me back with the tree I planted?"

   Meng Tangan stuffed the peach blossom cake into his mouth: "Thank you for thinking of it."

After    finished speaking, he walked forward slowly, with a few peach blossoms falling from his skirt: "Drink the peach blossom bar tonight, Lang Jun."

"OK."

   The two quickly entered the bamboo garden. The peach blossoms were still blooming very beautifully. The breeze was blowing, and the petals of the peach blossoms were turning in the air.

  Three generations of karma, who picks up, who leaves, who forgets the past, who always cares about?

   Recalling the years at that time, whoever cares about lovesickness, whoever grows peach blossoms, scorching ten miles, should be IKEA.

  …

  July 7th, Qi Qiao Festival.

  Xie Xun was accompanying Meng Tang'an to light the lamp. The two stood by the river, their clothes entangled together.

  The sea breeze of the Qinghe River, the melting moonlight, and the people who enjoy each other are right next to you.

   Meng Tangan was just attracted by the street vendor and bought two small items when he came back when he saw a pretty girl fall beside Xie Xun's feet, panicking just right, "Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

   attitude, very attractive.

   Meng Tangan watched and whistled.

  Xie Xun passed the girl without even looking at it, and walked straight towards Meng Tangan, frowning, very aggrieved: "She touched me."

   "It's just a hug."

   So for the next day, Meng Tangan was talking to Xie Xun.

   took the wrong file.

   "Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

   Xie Xun was indifferent.

   Serve piping hot tea.

   "Xu Beihou, I didn't mean to..."

  Xie Xun was cold and indifferent.

   tied his belt into a dead knot, and said to him pitifully: "Xu Beihou, I..."

The tone of    is twists and turns, and the tea taste exceeds the standard.

"Meng Tangan, you're dead." Xie Xun couldn't bear it any longer, he pressed her on the couch, pinched the woman's chin and kissed it. His eyes were deep and aggressive, and his long fingers guided her hand to fall on his belt. With a half-smile but not a smile, his voice was low and bewitching, "Dear, you are the one, tear it apart yourself."

  …

  The son of Yang Zhihua and Zhongcao is five years old this year. He is white, plump, very cute, and has inherited the advantages of his parents.

   On his round face, he smiles with crescent eyes, and he is very happy and adorable.

   Meng Tangan was very happy to play with him. This time, she took aim at his little Trojan horse.

  It is midsummer, the sun shines through the branches and leaves of the plane trees, mottled in the courtyard, blooming flowers.

   "Good baby, my sister will give it to you after playing for a while."

  The little baby stared blankly at the girl sitting on his wooden horse, his expression gradually dull: "Oh oh oh."

   "What if the Trojan won't run?"

   "I'll push." ​​The little baby hummed, stretched out his little fleshy hand, and pushed Meng Tangan around in the yard, with a very proud expression, and a look of me super awesome.

   "Sister, when I grow up, I will marry you and let you ride my Trojan horse every day." The little baby firmly said.

   Meng Tang put her cheeks back: "Sister will wait for you to grow up."

  Xie Xun: "..."

   He was green like this?

  The two were together, and he didn't know who the child was. He sat under the tree carelessly, lazily, holding a wooden board in his hand, studying how to make a luxury version of the Trojan horse. After two days, he was done.

   Meng Tangan looked at the "Big Mac" in the yard and was stunned!

   "Don't you like Trojan horses?" Xie Xun leaned against the door with a flamboyant aura, "Just play."

   "I didn't expect that you still have this talent." Meng Tangan took his hand, "Thank you for your hard work, my little prince, come up quickly and set off for sailing!"

   "No." Xie Xun sneered, "I'm not interested in this kind of kid stuff."

   After half an hour, he sat on the wooden horse with Meng Tangan expressionlessly.

  Yang Zhihua sighed while holding her forehead: "Those who didn't know thought that Miss Meng was his daughter, so she was so spoiled.

  Sunshine's wine is very light, but very mellow, poured into each cup of small wildflowers, reflected on their clothes.

   A gust of wind blows through the hall. Under the eaves of the corridor, in the courtyard, the giant wooden horse swayed and swayed.

   "Aren't you not interested? Why did you come up again?"

   "No way, who makes someone too difficult."

   "Who do you say is difficult? Say it again!"

   "Don't kiss me..."

  The world is emotional, but the white porcelain plum soup in midsummer, the broken ice hits the wall and tinkles.

   Tao is ordinary enough.

   On this day, Meng Tang felt a whim and came up with a great idea.

   "I want to write a book!"

"Write what?"

   Meng Tangan looked at Xie Xun, pointed at him, and at himself: "Just write about you and me."

   She wrote down their stories and buried them under the peach blossom tree. Maybe thousands of years later, this courtyard will be renovated, and people will dig out old things from under the tree roots...

   The tenth year they were together, at the age of twenty-seven.

   is a snowy winter.

  The long street was covered with soft snow, and snowflakes fluttered in the sky.

   Meng Tangan threw himself on Xie Xun's back from behind, wearing a white dress and red cloak, very bright, and his voice was clear: "Come on."

  Xie Xun carried her steadily, with the wind and rain in the distance: "Meng Tangan."

"Um?"

   "I love you." The voice was exceptionally clear in the howling cold wind, always firm.

   Meng Tangan raised his hand and touched his throat. What he had secretly said in his heart for countless days and nights, he could finally say it outright at this moment.

   She approached his ear, and all the heat she exhaled sprinkled on Xie Xun's ear, turning into a white mist, shivering slightly, her blushing soft lips lightly opened, without the slightest hesitation: "I love you too."

   The voice fell, and she wanted to bury her hot cheeks in the soft snow. In fact, she did so, quietly burying her face on the side of his neck.

   "Well." Xie Xun treasured every word, snowflakes fell from his eyelashes, his voice was gentle, "I heard it."

  Xie Xun used the long years of the third generation to teach Meng Tangan what love is.

   She dares to give her sincerity.

They were walking in the snow, the girl threw herself on Xie Xun's back, the red cloak's hat drooped down, the white fox fluffed with snowflakes, covered his eyes mischievously, he walked slowly and steadily, frivolous, and She interlaced her fingers.

  The swirling snowflakes fell on their hair, eyelashes, shoulders...

   She whispered in his ear: "We still have many years to come. In those series of days, I will always love you."

  The snow in Chang'an City has fallen one after another, and the sky and the earth are covered in mighty clouds. When the spring of the coming year is March, the flowers in the south of the Yangtze River will bloom again.

  …

   Twenty-first century.

  It is autumn, the tenth day of September, and the sun is dazzling.

   "Grandpa! I found a book!"

   Later.

   This book has become popular on the Internet and has aroused heated discussions among countless readers.

  The author's pseudonym is -- a dream of Chang'an.

   After the fire, the author did not choose to write other books. Facing questions from readers, he just said something with a smile.

   "This book is based on a true story. I will never have a second book in my life that makes me feel so impulsive."

   This time, the ending of the book is no longer that Xie Xiaohou fell into the quagmire, the princess will never see the light of day, and she will die in her wedding dress.

   At the end of the story, I wrote such a paragraph.

   "I love him, I learned from his love for me."

   "May all those who have dreamed of a distant place have thunder in their hearts and live like a quiet lake."

   [Jiaoyang Zhenggong's wife's ten thousand rewards plus more]

   (end of this chapter)