shallow to deep

The door of the kitchen was closed, full of the sound of the range hood, Ai Qian stood in front of the stove in a bib, holding a spatula in one hand and a plate of cabbage in the other.

Since she bought oil and salt last time, she occasionally cooks something at home. Although they are all simple ingredients, they are enough to fill her stomach as a student.

At the moment, she is wearing a pair of cotton slippers, her school uniform has not been changed, and her hair is tied into two small braids on both sides for convenience. Looking at the reflector on the microwave oven door, she looks like a student.

Ai Qian smiled slightly, hummed a little song, looked at the oil in the pot, stepped forward and poured the cabbage in her hand.

Soon, two bowls of egg fried rice came out of the pot. She picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, and took it out straight away when she thought it was okay.

Glancing at the door of the study, she took off her bib and put it aside, put her hands in her pockets, and ran over with small steps.

But before reaching the door, the study door was opened from the inside, and Qin Zishuang stood at the door.

She has already changed into her home clothes, and it seems that she is not going to go out tonight. She is wearing a light blue suit, which makes her look slimmer. Her hair has been loose at the moment, and she is casually draped in the middle, looking a little lazy appearance.

Ai Qian smiled at her, pointed to the dining table and asked, "Have you eaten yet? I made fried rice with eggs."

Qin Zishuang had already noticed that she was tossing around in the kitchen by herself, her small figure was shaking from side to side, and she came out out of time.

"kindness."

She responded, walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Ai Qian took a seat across from her. Instead of eating, she held the chopsticks and bit them in her mouth, carefully observing Qin Zishuang's expression and movements.

Seeing her take a sip slowly with a spoon and hand it to her mouth, Ai Qian swallowed.

Qin Zishuang raised his head, and what he saw was that the person opposite was looking at her with wide eyes, full of expectation.

She was indifferent, took another sip of the soup and said, "It's okay, I can eat it."

Can eat, what kind of evaluation is this.

Ai Qian lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of rice, but luckily it wasn't bad.

Qin Zishuang only ate half of the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and picked up the tissue beside him.In Ai Qian's impression, she has always been like this. She thought it was because of Qin Zishuang's small appetite, but after hearing Zhang Shurong mention it, she realized that it was because she was preventing a later date.

Ai Qian swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "If you don't go out at night, you should eat more."

Qin Zishuang was slightly startled after hearing this, then smiled, ignored the words, and suddenly asked, "Have you got your results on Monday? How are you doing?"

How did she know about the little mock test on Monday?

Ai Qian pursed her lips, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Ms. Zhang said that the exam was okay."

Qin Zishuang shook his head and added: "Mr. Zhang said that your English is not good."

Ai Qian raised her head and looked at her in surprise. She thought that by bringing Zhang Shurong out, she could skip this topic as soon as possible, but she choked on her instead.

She laughed awkwardly, looked at Qin Zishuang who was waiting for her to speak, and said, "Sister Zishuang, do you really want to be my parent?"

Eat, sleep, and study.

Qin Zishuang didn't comment, but said, "I'm your aunt."

Ai Qian pursed her mouth, and said with some anger, "You didn't want to admit it before."

Before this, it dates back to when Ai Qian was ten years old. She was still an immature pupil at that time, carrying her schoolbag to school.

Coincidentally, one day, Feng Yu and Qin Ziyi went on a trip, and Ai Qian was worried about being alone at home, so the two adults handed her over to Qin Zishuang, who was home alone on vacation, to watch her for two days.

Ai Qian always felt that Qin Zishuang hadn't changed over the years, because the Qin Zishuang she saw at that time was also the same as now, with a cold look.

Those two days were almost the most tormented days in Ai Qian's life. As long as Qin Zishuang appeared in her sight, she would be very frightened. If their eyes met, Ai Qian might faint from exaggeration.

At that time, due to helplessness, Qin Zishuang just had a meeting with friends, so he brought her this oil bottle, but he didn't take care of her and just left her in the corner and ignored her. Of course, some people would be curious and ask who she was. brought over.

Ai Qian pointed at Qin Zishuang's back and said, "My aunt brought me here."

This sentence was probably heard by Qin Zishuang, she turned around with a glass of drink, looked at Ai Qian with disdain, and said coldly: "I don't have such an ugly niece."

At that time, Ai Qian was very fat, her face was fleshy, she was wearing heavy clothes because of the winter, her cheeks were flushed, her mother was not around, she casually tied a ponytail, her hair was almost messed up, she was a completely ugly girl.

After that, they rarely met each other. The only time they heard her name was in the chats between Feng Yu and Qin Ziyi. They said how many awards she had won for her outstanding grades, said that she went abroad for further study, said that she returned to China and worked in a certain company, and said that she bought it by herself. I bought a mountainside villa with a very nice view.

At this moment, Qin Zishuang probably thought of that past, he was indeed young and ignorant, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, he picked up the kettle beside him and poured a glass of water, Ai Qian thought she wanted to drink, but the glass of water followed an abnormal trajectory Arrived in front of Ai Qian.

Ai Qian stared at her blankly.

Qin Zishuang also poured himself a glass of water, took a sip and said, "Are you allowed to apologize?"

Ai Qian understood immediately and was secretly delighted.Is this the meaning of offering tea to make amends?

She put down her chopsticks and took a sip from the water glass. She was very satisfied, looked at her with raised eyebrows and said, "Allowed, but I don't accept it."

Qin Zishuang didn't care. He leaned back on the chair with his head tilted slightly. He put his hands on the table in a laziness manner, and knocked on the table with his habitual movements, making a rhythmic sound.

Qin Zishuang: "Keep an inch."

Ai Qian's momentum suddenly weakened. In fact, she didn't expect this at all. She was very satisfied now. She laughed twice, raised her glass and drank all the water, and said generously: "Okay, I forgive you gone."

Qin Zi raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs, supported his head with one hand on the back of the chair, and looked at her with lowered eyebrows: "Okay, let's talk about your English scores now."

The topic was changed so abruptly, Ai Qian stuck out her tongue, although it was a bit unbelievable why Qin Zishuang would suddenly care so much about her grades, but then she thought that her English test was really bad this time, 150 He only scored 50 points on the paper, which directly pulled down the total score. This time, let alone an A university, third-rate universities are all problems.

Whether it was Mr. Zhao or Mr. Zhang who complained, Qin Zishuang had every reason to question her like this.

Ai Qian swallowed, a little uneasy.

This time she took the English test, she really worked hard. In the past, when looking at reading comprehension, she just read half and guessed half, and then randomly filled in the answers she thought were correct. But this time she understood each question very seriously for the first time. The meaning of the sentence, such a result directly leads to insufficient time to answer questions.

She wanted to explain when she opened her mouth, but suddenly remembered what Qin Zishuang said last time, that she only looked at the results.

Ai Qian sighed, and simply admitted directly: "Yes, I have no sense of language, my listening is bad, I can't read, I can't do gestalt, and I don't know how to write."

All in all it's bad.

She looked at the opposite person innocently, but instead asked her, "Sister Zishuang, what should I do?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered a sentence Zhang Shurong once said. She asked Ai Qian if she had heard Qin Zishuang speak English, and said that Qin Zishuang's standard English, pure pronunciation, could listen to it another day.

So before Qin Zishuang could reply, Ai Qian moved her eyebrows a little closer, stretched out a finger and said, "Why don't you read me a piece of listening comprehension, the female voice you usually practice is too ugly."

Qin Zishuang had no choice but to say, "Isn't that the female voice in the exam?" After she finished speaking, she looked at Ai Qian's face full of anticipation, shook her head and added, "Go and give me listening practice."

Ai Qian sighed excitedly, and ran over immediately, Qin Zishuang looked at her back and laughed.

When Ai Qian came out with the exercises, Qin Zishuang was already sitting on the sofa in the living room. She went over happily and saw her switch the tablet in her hand back to the main interface, and then reached out.

Ai Qian obediently put the book in her hand, and knelt down beside her.

Qin Zi flipped through a few pages with his long-sleeved fingers, found a suitable one, clasped the book in his hand, and looked up at Ai Qian: "I'll just read it once, listen carefully." Looking like a kitten, she reached out to the table and took out a piece of paper, pressed it against the corner of her mouth, "Dirty things."

Ai Qian snorted, and then heard Qin Zishuang's voice faintly.

"It's 3pm. Time for..."

She read slowly, and while she was reading, she turned to Ai Qian, and the clear pronunciation came out of her mouth.

The exercise book was lying between the two of them. Qin Zishuang leaned on it casually, her eyes were down, and her eyeballs followed the paragraphs from left to right, and then came back in an instant. Looking at it this way, her eyelashes became clearer. .

"...radiation and other treatments." At the end of the last word, Qin Zishuang put down the book, looked up at Ai Qian and asked, "Tell me, what did you hear?"

Ai Qian closed her slightly opened lips, pursed her lips and licked her upper lip, clasped her hands on her thighs, and replied: "It was about a ball game at 7 o'clock in Australia one afternoon 3 years ago. Hours, no passion, a lot of people on the pitch...leave..."

The more she spoke, the quieter she was, and Qin Zishuang slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at her with his lips pursed, expressionless.

Ai Qian's heart skipped a beat, she shrugged her shoulders helplessly, and said honestly, "Okay, I don't understand at all." Just now she was only looking at Qin Zishuang, but she listened to something, she bit her lip, stretched out a finger, frowned and said: "Read it again, okay?"

Qin Zishuang raised the book and tapped her head lightly, "depression, this word has appeared many times, listen carefully." After she finished speaking, she read it again.

……

The moonlight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on the unlit floor of the hall. The night gradually rose, and the bustle outside the house gradually disappeared.

Ai Qian yawned.

Unexpectedly, Qin Zishuang would accompany her all night.

"Okay, do as I said, and I will test you in a week." Qin Zishuang returned the book in his hand to Ai Qian.

She took it, looked at the horrifying note above and nodded.

"It's getting late, go to bed."

After Qin Zishuang left, Ai Qian looked at the exercise book in her hand in a daze. It was full of her notes sketched on it. The handwriting was delicate and powerful, as if copied from a copybook.

Ai Qian flipped through a few pages and smiled unconsciously, then closed the book.