shallow to deep

Today is Zhang Wenbin's birthday.

Ai Qian didn't know why she agreed to come over to help him celebrate his birthday, and she didn't quite understand that a big boy can make such a big show on his birthday. Fortunately, he also invited Pan Yanxi, otherwise it would be the lineup of the class next door. , she really didn't know how to get along with her.

Ai Qian sat down and took a sip of her drink. She had just played a round of the game, and everyone was a little unfinished. Now is the break time, and the leaders are discussing how to play the next new game.

Pan Yanxi nudged her by her side, leaned closer, and pursed her lips with a smile: "I thought tonight would be boring, but I didn't expect it to be so interesting. Look at the part where Zhuoyue gave Zhang Wenbin wine, Zhuoyue was very happy." The corners of the mouth are going to be turned up to the sky."

Ai Qian smiled, a little absent-minded.

She stood up, put the drink aside, and patted Pan Yanxi on the shoulder: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Pan Yanxi shook her hand, before she left, she leaned forward to discuss the game intensely.

……

I just heard that Zhang Wenbin's mother was not very strict with him. Such a large group of classmates came to the house, but they just found a chef to cook a meal and then left. The huge house was handed over to a group of high school students with confidence.

Ai Qian was stunned, compared to him, she seemed to be a little worse.

The wind at night was a bit strong. She came back from the bathroom and passed a long corridor. It was the first time she came to Zhang Wenbin's house. She was a little strange and curious, so she walked over and opened the window in the corridor to see what was connecting that street.

But before she had time to look over, a pair of figures crashed into her sight.

Ai Qian didn't turn on the light here, so she couldn't be seen outside, but she could see clearly on the other side.

On a small balcony stretched out, under the funnel-shaped light yellow light, Zhuo Liang and Zhang Wenbin stood facing each other. It must have been standing for a long time. Zhang Wenbin's coat was draped over Zhuo Liang's body.

Ai Qian first stretched out her head to look over, only to feel that it was impolite to spy like this, she retracted her head and wanted to close the window, but suddenly heard Zhuo Liang's choking sound.

She gritted her teeth, let go, opened the window a little more, moved a little to the left, and put her ear on it.

It seemed that Zhuoyou had been crying for a while, with a strong sniffing voice, she said: "You always knew, right, you deliberately kept a distance from me, but you didn't push me away, you must know .”

Zhang Wenbin replied in a low voice, "We are friends and have always been."

After hearing this, Ai Qian raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, and instantly understood what the two people outside were talking about.

Zhuo Liang cried twice, "Anyway, I don't care, I'll leave the talk here today."

Zhang Wenbin supported her shoulders and gave her some comfort, "Zhao Zhuo, I hope you understand that we are still young."

When Zhuo Zhuo heard this, he became excited instantly. He raised his head to look at Zhang Wenbin, pointed in the direction of the living room, and called out in a high voice: "Is this an excuse? What about her..."

"Zhang Wenbin, what are you two doing haggling!"

Zhuo Zhuo's words were interrupted by someone who came, and after a while, the lights were turned off, and Zhang Wenbin said in a low voice: "Okay, don't cry, it's time to be seen."

After they walked for a while, Ai Qian breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly from the corridor towards the living room.

The game continued without waiting for her. Everyone took advantage of tomorrow's weekend to play to their heart's content. The joy was passed on, and Ai Qian also joined in without accident.

Time is passing quietly.

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Ai Qian didn't know why Zhang Wenbin was so persistent and insisted on taking her downstairs.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the road was dark, so she didn't shirk any more, and the two of them walked side by side and arrived at the destination without talking.

Ai Qian turned around and smiled at him.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

The two spoke in unison, then paused, and Ai Qian spoke first, "Thank you for sending me back."

Zhang Wenbin smiled, "It should, thank you for being able to attend my birthday."

With a sound, Ai Qianen took out the key from her pocket, and then turned around, but was grabbed by Zhang Wenbin's wrist.

She turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Ai Qian, I..."

Before they finished talking, the sides of the two suddenly lit up. Ai Qian turned her head to look, and saw the light in the room pass through the glass window and hit the flowerbed beside her directly. She could see the signs of wind and grass. This kind of night made her a little uncomfortable.

She suddenly felt a lie, subconsciously broke free from Zhang Wenbin's hand, said goodbye casually, opened the door and walked in.

The inside of the house and the outside are two different worlds, isolated from all the cold, and the warmth that doesn't know what to do is rushing in from the whole body, making it impossible for her to escape, and besides these...

And the smell of smoke.

Very strong smell of smoke.

She couldn't hold back when she entered the door, and coughed heavily while covering her nose.

Ai Qian understood that the light source just now was turned on by the person on the sofa.

At this moment, she was sitting obliquely, her legs were crossed, she looked tired with one hand supporting her head, and a cigarette was still dangling in the other hand. The red color of the cigarette was burning. Laziness between the fingers.

Ai Qian watched from afar as she slowly put the cigarette holder into her mouth, pursed her pale red lips and took a deep breath, the cigarette butt burned inward for a while, then took it out again, and exhaled into the air.

It was the first time she saw Qin Zishuang smoking, but she didn't expect that such a small cigarette could produce such an enchanting charm.

"Boy, sister Zishuang." Ai Qian called softly at the door. Although the voice was very small, she knew that she could hear it in this faint night.

Qin Zishuang didn't look back, and brought the cigarette closer, but paused in mid-air, and finally snuffed it out in the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts on the table.

"what time is it."

Ai Qian couldn't hear the tone of her words. She didn't know whether it was a questioning sentence or just a statement lightly.

She swallowed, looked up a little, and then moved back to her face, "Two o'clock."

After speaking, Qin Zishuang didn't reply, but turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

Ai Qian stepped back subconsciously, and said abruptly, "I haven't slept yet."

It feels so bad to say it.

She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips and looked down at her, a child who admitted her mistake.

The living room suddenly became quiet, Ai Qian didn't know what to do next, Qin Zishuang rested his head on his hands and lowered his eyes, not sure if he was resting or thinking about something.

Two minutes later, Ai Qian tried to step forward to break the silence, but heard Qin Zishuang's voice.

"Sit next to me."

Ai Qian's heart skipped a beat, but she walked over and sat down without sparing any effort.

Qin Zishuang stepped forward and sniffed her clothes. There was no strange smell of alcohol or tobacco. He slightly stretched his brows, watched her frowning, and said, "Ten minutes, tell me what you did tonight."

Ai Qian understood that there was room for maneuver, so she immediately picked the key points and explained what happened tonight, and finally expressed her apology very sincerely, saying that next time something like this happened, she must call to report first.In order to reassure Qin Zishuang, she even explained tonight's guests in detail, and highlighted that the number one in the year was among those invited.

But Qin Zishuang was puzzled after hearing this: "Zhang Wenbin?"

Ai Qian felt that she had missed the point, but she nodded, "Yes, it's his birthday."

Qin Zishuang frowned slightly and looked at Ai Qian, then suddenly went straight in and asked, "Do you like him?"

Ai Qian paused, and immediately waved her hand to show her innocence, "No, no, he and I are pure classmates." She seemed to feel that this was not enough, and after thinking about it, she added: "Actually, I don't know why he I was invited, and Pan Yanxi was also invited, and he and I only got to know each other recently, and we are not very familiar, oh, and there is more." Ai Qian suddenly remembered the scene at night, and in order to clear the relationship, she said directly: "There is a girl named Zhuoyou in their class who confessed to him tonight, but he refused."

Qin Zishuang tilted his head and listened attentively. After listening, he smiled and leaned on the sofa to look at Ai Qian.

Ai Qian swallowed, not knowing what to say.

She shook her head helplessly, sat up slightly, and said softly: "Ai Qian, you are only 17 years old, I know you must think you are very mature and sensible, but I can tell you clearly that you have not yet had a good understanding of the world. You have the ability to accurately distinguish right from wrong, and you only rely on your feelings to judge other things, and this kind of feeling is the most unreliable in the nebulous zone." Qin Zishuang suddenly reached out to untie the collar of her school uniform Li continued: "It's the same for feelings. You are the most vulnerable age at this age. It is easy to get deep, easily moved, and deceived. So in terms of feelings, I would rather you be zero."

Qin Zishuang put his collar away, looked up at her, and asked, "Do you understand?"

Ai Qian shook her head, nodded again, and pursed her lips, "It's just not allowed to fall in love."

Qin Zishuang smiled and patted her head: "Smart."

Ai Qian knelt on her knees, leaned forward and asked tentatively, "How old do you have to be?"

Qin Zishuang was helpless.After thinking about it seriously: "At least when you become an adult, let's be 20 years old."

Ai Qian nodded, there are still three years, but is there any difference between these three years? Could it be that she suddenly matured on her 20th birthday?

Of course, she didn't ask.

But after thinking about it, she felt that something was wrong. Although the topic was changed a bit strangely, her subsequent advice was a bit unbelievable.

So she emphasized again: "Sister Zishuang, I said that I don't like Zhang Wenbin anymore, it's true."

Qin Zishuang gave a faint grace.

Ai Qian: ...

She continued: "I promise you, I will not fall in love before the age of 20."

Qin Zishuang laughed, stood up suddenly, and said, "Okay."

Ai Qian bit her lower lip and smiled, and was about to make a short summary based on Qin Zishuang's long speech just now, to supplement her recognition of her ideas. What she has to do now is to agree with her and be a good child, but Qin Zishuang beat break her.

"The love letter from last time."

For no reason, Ai Qian raised her head, "Huh?"

Qin Zishuang looked down at her with tenderness in his eyes, and she said, "It was written by Zhang Wenbin."

Ai Qian was startled when she heard this, she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, and then closed it again, the expression of surprise was written all over her face, her eyes were wide open, a little innocent.

Qin Zishuang ignored her subtle expression, just picked up the ashtray on the table, poured it into the trash can and put it back, put his hands in his pockets, and said to her: "Also, write a 1000 ashtray tomorrow that is not miserable. Word review, show me tonight."