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

   Chapter 438 Infatuation 6

  's voice is also very soft, as if he is always afraid of scaring people.

   "Then ask Dad, do you want to shoot you?"

   "Dad, Daddy!" The little boy looked at him eagerly, with golden hair and mixed facial features.

   "Of course what our little baby wants must be satisfied." The young father was blond and blue-eyed, handsome, and laughed, picked him up, and kissed the little boy's forehead.

   "No!" The little boy wiped his forehead and pouted: "I want my mother to hold him."

   is a family of three.

"boom--"

   The fiftyth shot.

empty.

   Zheng Xingzhou stood on the spot and did not respond.

   There was an uproar at the scene, and there were many discussions.

"what's up?"

   "I thought how awesome!"

   "That's it."

   The stall owner shook his head, with a bit of regret in his eyes: "It's a pity, it's just the last shot to succeed."

   He held it very firmly in front of him, so that the last miss made many people regret it.

   Shi Wei was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "It doesn't matter, it's just a balloon, it's nothing."

   The stall owner also thought he was very good, and said: "Your boyfriend is really good, you can take this kitten figure, it is the reward for the second place."

   "No need." Zheng Xingzhou put the gun back and calmly refused.

  Since it is not the most wanted, there is no need to stay.

   has become a pity, no matter how many times I encounter it later, it’s just a matter of time.

   "Vivi, go home?"

   Shi Wei saw that he was in a bad mood all of a sudden, but the corners of his lips always held a cynical smile, unable to guess what he was thinking, and nodded.

   Zheng Xingzhou's side face sank into the color of the snow, with a stern outline, which could be overturned by the heavy snow at any time.

This man has a temperament that is bright and cloudy at times, good at times and bad at times. His mood is shocking and unpredictable. He has a sense of oppression in his bones. .

   The Zheng Xingzhou in Shiwei's impression was frivolous with fresh clothes and angry horses. If he was born in ancient times, he would definitely wake up and take control of the world and be drunk on the knees of beautiful women.

   So people like him have so much, and they have a smooth life, and their status is honorable, so why are they sad?

   There is a convenience store across the street, she said to buy something, let Zheng Xingzhou wait.

  Twilight is approaching, the sun sets in the west, and there is a large twilight on the horizon. The convenience store on the corner is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and it outlines a beautiful golden light, which is both depressed and lonely.

   When Shiwei came out of the store, she happened to see a man standing across the street.

  Cold winter, dusk, exotic street corners, cold wind, roasted sweet potatoes, black coats.

   He stood there, the dusk elongated his figure, a little more illusory, leaned slightly and listened to the speech of the person in front of him.

   It was an elderly man, wearing a heavy printed cotton jacket, with slits at the corners. He was about eighty years old, with gray hair, anxious and uneasy, and he kept gesturing something with his hands.

  Young man and old man, behind a cafe with a business sign, the shadow of the sunset spreads to the feet, the picture is unexpectedly harmonious.

  The man's outline is deep, his side face is tough and three-dimensional, and he is three-pointed into the painting, and every stroke is exquisite.

   When listening to the old man's speech, he felt a little more gentle humility for no reason. It is hard to imagine that this kind of humility would appear in Zheng Xingzhou.

   "Thank you boy, thank you."

  The old man kept thanking him, and finally met a familiar person in a foreign country and felt less cramped.

  The grandmother can't speak English and can't communicate with other people. She said that her grandson is working abroad and wants to take her over to enjoy her happiness. She said that she wanted to come out and buy some fruit for her grandson, but she got lost accidentally.

  I wanted to ask passers-by, but I couldn't understand what the other person said.

   Her luck was obviously not so good.

   The passers-by who met her maliciously attacked her in a language she did not understand, with disgusted and contemptuous eyes, and told her to go back to China.

  The old man stood blankly on the street, looking at the people around him, at a loss.

   until there was a low, melodious sound, neither light nor heavy, he said.

   "I'm Chinese, do you need help?"

   The speech is calm and the words are well-rounded.

   broke all anxiety.

   The passer-by muttered in English to be nosy.

   "Go away." Zheng Xingzhou spit out a word.

   The face of the passerby suddenly changed, and he said in English, "What do you mean?!"

   "You can understand Chinese." Zheng Xingzhou said casually, "If you don't know, you think you can't understand human language."

   The passers-by were furious, and their faces were a little grim: "Who are you scolding?"

   Zheng Xingzhou's voice was suddenly cold, containing a huge sense of oppression.

   "I said, get out!"

  Passers-by's face turned blue and white, as if they recognized Zheng Xingzhou's identity and walked away in a daze.

   Grandma said she lost her way and asked how to get to Jinlan Lane.

   Zheng Xingzhou narrowed his eyes, slender, raised his hand to show her the way, not far away, and spoke in great detail.

  The old man was kind and kind, thanked him constantly, and stuffed the still hot roasted sweet potato into the man's hand, letting him eat it while it was still hot.

   Zheng Xingzhou did not refuse.

   Shi Wei watched for a while, but she didn't want to disturb her.

   Those who are aloof will also put down their arrogance and airs at a certain moment. There are still many things about Zheng Xingzhou that she does not know.

There is orange light and translucent stars on the horizon, and the twilight turns into lingering colors, which depicts his outline in a very mysterious way. When leaning over to talk to the old man, there is a shallow smile on his lips, not the kind of sloppy , Dangerlang, calm and composed.

   He felt something, raised his eyes and looked at her.

  Eyes are very penetrating.

   At that moment, Shi Wei felt that there was an indescribable tragic color shrouded in him.

  This is just a winter in a foreign country, a similar evening for many years, a most ordinary sunset, but it has become different because of him.

   Later, on the way home, the two of them stepped on the shadow of the winter sunset, pulling their figures diagonally and entangled together.

  Snowflakes fluttered, and the heat from the air turned into white mist, which seemed to freeze into ice on a cold night.

"Give you."

   Wearing a black coat and walking lazily, he broke the roasted sweet potato in half, gave her a portion, and ate it directly on the street, naturally.

   The roasted sweet potato was still steaming, and he took a big bite.

   Shi Wei was stunned for a while before taking it over.

   "Why, have you never seen a sweet potato?" Zheng Xingzhou was amused by her appearance.

   "I haven't seen you eat it." Shi Wei replied sincerely, imitating his example and taking a bite, the taste was not bad.

   He didn't answer, he walked slowly and leisurely on the road, snowflakes fell on his eyelashes.

   Shiwei raised her hand in a ghostly way and wiped the snow off his eyelashes, as if wiping away all the wind and frost.

   He grabbed her wrist, his eyes burning.

   "What are you looking at? I haven't seen it before." Shi Wei's mouth was stubborn, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was caught even tighter.

   (end of this chapter)