shallow to deep

Time passed by, and the quality inspection was over in a blink of an eye.

The efficiency of correcting papers in the third year of senior high school is always surprisingly high, and the results are announced in less than two days.

Arm in arm, Ai Qian and Pan Yanxi searched up and down the blackboard behind the class, and finally saw their rankings.

Not too bad, not too bad, Ai Qian pursed her lips and smiled, and was poked in the face by Pan Yanxi.

"Are you at ease?"

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue at her, and then looked around. Pan Yanxi cooperated knowingly, and moved to her right side, blocking the way between her and the window.

She took out her cell phone from her pocket, dug out the address book, and found Qin Zishuang's cell phone. After pausing on it for a while, she slid down.

Teacher Zhang said that she was the first to be notified when the results came out.

Put away the mobile phone and the class bell rang. This is a music class, and the music teacher always arrives slowly like a slow melody, so the class is lazy.

The noise continued, the students had just passed the exam, and their minds relaxed a lot. At the moment, they were origami airplanes with a few draft papers, and the class was full of smoke.

A paper airplane full of formulas followed a strange trajectory and was thrown towards the back of Ai Qian's head.

Ai Qian immediately put away her mobile phone, turned her head to look at the person who came, and saw a tall and burly boy at the back door of the class, grinning at her, fearing that she would not be able to hear him, he shouted: "Zhang Wenbin is looking for you."

Because the voice was too loud, all eyes fell on Ai Qian.

Their scandal has been raging for more than a day or two.

Ai Qianheixian walked to the back door with her head buried in a groaning sound.

Zhang Wenbin stood alone in the corridor, looking from behind, the north wind was bleak, and he felt a little sad.

Ai Qian stretched out her hand to poke him, but she still stopped in the air, and whispered to the back of his head: "Hey."

Zhang Wenbin didn't look back, and Ai Qian couldn't step forward. The distance that was not too close and not far suddenly became awkward. She coughed, looked at the figure of the teacher Xiao Suibu downstairs, and said, "If it's okay..."

Zhang Wenbin interrupted her: "You've been avoiding me recently."

He said yes.

Ai Qian groaned, and suddenly thought of a certain sentence someone said one night. She felt a little uncomfortable, but she adjusted her breath and said, "No, I've been busy with the exam recently."

Zhang Wenbin seemed to be gracious on the other end, but he didn't seem to, "Which school do you plan to take?"

The topic changed a little quickly, and Ai Qian couldn't react. She watched the teacher's voice disappearing downstairs and replied, "A major."

Zhang Wenbin suddenly turned around, and Ai Qian took a step back unexpectedly, looking at the sudden smiling face of the person in front of her, feeling a little bewildered.

"Go back, I'm going to gym class."

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Unexpectedly, Qin Zishuang came to pick Ai Qian up after school.

Why did you say that you didn't expect it, and why did you say in person, because they haven't seen each other for a long time, and occasionally through Zhang Shurong's tone, they know that she has secured another client, that she has drunk again, that she has not had dinner again, that she has another... stay up.

Knowing that she had dinner with Liu Haotian again.

Although Ai Qian didn't understand why Zhang Shurong gave her the break between classes to talk to her about Qin Zishuang's recent activities, but at least she didn't feel bored.

"Did you just get off the plane?" Ai Qian just got into the car, and asked her immediately after closing the car door.

Qin Zishuang naturally took her schoolbag and put it aside, looked up to straighten her messy bangs, hummed lightly, and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

After hearing this, Ai Qian glanced at the direction the car was driving, it was not at home, and asked suspiciously, "Go out to eat?"

Qin Zi smiled, "Well, I heard that you did well in the exam. As my aunt, of course I want to help you celebrate."

Me as an aunt.

Ai Qian pursed her mouth, she was really addicted.

"I want to eat steak."

Qin Zishuang took her to a western food restaurant on the top floor of a shopping mall in the city center. It is said that the scenery here is beautiful and the view is excellent. It is said that it only accepts VIP customers, and it is said that the price of a pasta here is sky-high.

The moment Ai Qian stepped into the door, she shrugged off her school uniform, which only cost 100 yuan, and smelled a smell of corruption in the restaurant.

But before she had time to satirize this with a sarcasm she read in a book she read yesterday, a person suddenly appeared in her sight.

To be exact, a couple.

The couple were sitting by the window, the man smiled softly at the woman, the woman was shy, the man gently cut small pieces of beef and put them on her plate, his extra movements were smoothing her bangs.

If such a pleasant action is an ordinary couple, watching it may be pleasing to the eye, or it may make people gnash their teeth, but Ai Qian's current thoughts are only disgusting.

Yes, it is disgusting.

That man is her father.

She stood in a daze for a while, and looked at it for a while. Her father seemed to have noticed the scorching gaze, and glanced in her direction. This glance made her turn her body and hide behind a pillar, and then Qin Zishuang stood up. in front of her.

She noticed Ai Qian's strangeness, looked at her just now, paused, and looked down at her slightly.

"Let's change places." Ai Qian looked at Qin Zishuang pleadingly.

Qin Zishuang frowned, looked up at the pair again, and saw that the woman seemed to have said something, which made the man lean back and laugh.

Qin Zishuang suddenly took Ai Qian's hand, shook it firmly, and said softly, "Okay."

Because of the accident just now, the whole dinner was like chewing wax. Even Zhang Shurong, who is as active as he is, had a hard time stirring up the atmosphere. As time passed, she also understood that it seemed not suitable for joking tonight, so she shut up.

After sending Zhang Shurong back to school, Ai Qian was already a little tired. She leaned her head against the back and closed her eyes, looking helpless with her schoolbag wrapped around her chest.

She thought she was asleep, but the moment the car stopped, she could accurately open her eyes, unbuckle her seat belt calmly, put her schoolbag on her side, and opened the door to get out of the car.

Seemingly finding something strange, she turned her head to look at Qin Zishuang who hadn't moved yet and asked in doubt, "Aren't you going to get out of the car?"

Qin Zishuang smiled faintly, and neatly unbuckled his seat belt.

Ai Qian was in a really bad mood. When eating at night, she could clearly feel that the hand holding the food was not because of the cold, but because of a guilty conscience.

She was very guilty. She clearly saw that scene, but she couldn't step forward to question her, she couldn't call her mother to explain the cause and effect, she couldn't sort out the reason of this matter, and she couldn't confess it.

She knew that she had always been the most redundant person.

It was still early at night, but she didn't want to do anything, so she had to wash up quickly and then lay down on the bed. She only turned on the weak light by the bedside, and lay on her side in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Ai Qian opened her eyes and felt a little numb when she heard a knock on the door.

Qin Zi double pushed the door and entered.

Her back was still facing her, and she had no intention of turning her head. She felt that the other side of the bed was sunken, and she must have sat down.

Qin Zishuang called her softly, as if he was afraid of blowing the bubbles in the air, "Ai Qian."

She answered.

There was no sound after that, Ai Qian leaned his head on his hands and listened to the faint changes in the room, the breeze blew the windows and the curtains swayed.

Finally, she heard Qin Zishuang's voice behind her saying: "Your kind of thing..." She stopped, and suddenly sighed: "I'm not very good at comforting people."

Ai Qian laughed when she heard this, moved her body slightly and turned around, the two people's eyes met, and Qin Zishuang looked at her with a smile.

"If you can do such small things well, then you are perfect."

Qin Zi smiled, stretched out his hand to touch her head, if there was nothing, he touched the corners of her eyes.

She said, "Fortunately, I didn't cry."

Ai Qian pursed her lips, and said the same sentence: "I'm not so fragile."

Qin Zishuang raised his eyebrows after hearing this, and watched her lean up a little for comfort, she picked up the pillow beside her, put it on her back, and said softly, "You don't have to worry about their affairs."

Ai Qianen let out a sigh, she understood.

"Although I can't say anything as if what happened tonight didn't happen, I still hope you don't take it to heart. After all, you are the only one who is sad, and no one will replace you."

Ai Qian hummed again.

Qin Zishuang smiled, looked at her hair that was a little messed up by the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch a handful, and played with it in a circle in his hand. Ai Qian looked at her, but she didn't look back, just said: " Now I'm by your side, don't feel like you're alone, if they really don't want you, I'll let you lean on my shoulders."

Ai Qian didn't want to cry, but Qin Zishuang was really disappointing.

It was obviously a normal comforting remark, and even satirized her last time when she said that she leaned on her shoulders, but she still cried uncontrollably.

Crying like this, shed all the grievances of the past few months, and she couldn't stop herself.

Qin Zishuang looked at her not in a panic, but somewhat relieved. He stretched out his hand to wrap her around her in his arms, not afraid of her snot and tears rubbing against him, so he just patted her on the back lightly, without saying a word.

Ai Qian cried for a long time, first silently, then with a crying voice, and finally became quiet again.

After crying like this, I became sleepy, leaned softly and fell asleep.

Qin Zi patted her on the back until he heard that she was breathing steadily, then he lay her flat on the bed, tucked in the quilt, took a tissue to wipe off the tears on her face, and touched her face with his fingertips.

The wind from the balcony suddenly blew in, and Ai Qian seemed to feel cold, so she rubbed against her.

Qin Zishuang couldn't help but let go of her grip on his sleeve, took out his mobile phone and went to the balcony, dialed a number, and put it to his ear.

The wind was very strong at night, and you could hear the whirring sound when you opened the small window. She stretched out her hand to close the window, and the extended balcony became quiet again.

The other end quickly picked it up, Ai Qian looked at the street lights in the community, and said to the phone: "I want to improve Ai Qian's score by 50 points."

Zhang Shurong was suspending the TV series at the moment, and immediately after hearing what she said, she was surprised: "Is this embarrassing me or embarrassing her?"

Qin Zishuang looked back at the sleeping person behind the glass door, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's embarrassing me."