shallow to deep

A city middle school has a special building, the cylindrical one is located in the center of the school, it is the landmark building of the tenth middle school, and it is also used for the teachers' office, with a total of six floors.

The second floor is the office of the third year of high school. Because of the low terrain, the building is relatively close to each other, and there are two big trees in front of it. Therefore, in a day, only a few hours at noon can bask in the sun, and the lights are usually turned on. But it is still dark and gloomy, but it matches the atmosphere of the third year of high school, making people breathless.

Ai Qian was standing at the door of the head teacher on the second floor with her schoolbag on her back, leaning against the wall like a child punished for standing.

She rubbed her hands together and moved her feet, which were a little numb after standing for too long.

Glancing at her watch, Qin Zishuang had been in for four or ten minutes, and what she was anxious about was not that her situation was so bad that the teacher could talk so much, but that such a long time had exceeded Qin Zishuang's budget.

Will she be angry?

Surely it will.

Thinking of her cold expression when she said she was troublesome, Ai Qian couldn't help but shudder.

"You still have to discipline yourself well, as a parent, you can't let it go just because you're busy..."

The door was opened suddenly, and teacher Zhao's familiar tone sounded, it sounded like a reproach, but it was much lighter.

Unfortunately, Ai Qian was standing behind Teacher Zhao. Hearing these words, she couldn't help blowing her bangs on her forehead, and then rolled her eyes.

Qin Zishuang glanced at her, then said to Mr. Zhao, "En."

Qin Zishuang came out first, put one hand in his pocket, nodded to Mr. Zhao, then extended his hand and shook him: "Thank you, Mr. Ai Qian, for your trouble."

Teacher Zhao replied politely, "No trouble." Then he glanced at Ai Qian lightly, as if he wanted to say something, but held back, and finally said: "Listen to your aunt." Then he went back to the office and closed the door. close.

Auntie.

Yes, Qin Zishuang did introduce himself to Teacher Zhao in this way at the back door of the classroom.

Just after the meeting, Teacher Zhao left the classroom and walked around from the front door to the back door, obviously aiming at them. Ai Qian also stood up from her seat immediately, and when she saw her coming, she politely called the teacher.

Teacher Zhao didn't look at her, but walked around her and looked at the person behind her.

She actually suspected that Ai Qian had randomly found someone to act as the parent, and that person looked so young, he didn't look like a parent at all.

"Who is she to you?" Although these words were addressed to Ai Qian, they were aimed at Qin Zishuang.

Of course the latter heard such an impatient tone, then she slid her hand and put the phone in the bag, stood up abruptly, raised her head, because of this movement, the ponytail was gently thrown down.

It was only then that Ai Qian realized that Qin Zishuang was wearing high heels, almost a head taller than her, and instantly suppressed Teacher Zhao with his high aura.

Then she said in a steady voice, "I am her aunt."

Auntie's seniority is not unreasonable. When Ai Qian was young, she really called her Auntie, but it was only once. She was disgusted by her at the time, so she never called her again.

Today she mentioned it herself, and Ai Qian was a little surprised.

"Go home." Qin Zishuang looked at her suddenly.Logically speaking, she should be angry at this moment, but there was no sign of impatience on her face, and she was even a little gentle.

Ai Qian thought it was her own illusion.

She thanked her, grabbed her schoolbag and followed her out of the office building step by step.

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After leaving the school gate, you can see the car that brought Qin Zishuang over just now, still parked there.

A few fallen leaves fell on the front hood, and the driver was coming out to clean it up. When he saw them bow slightly respectfully, he called out, "Miss Qin."

The person who was called gave a light grace, opened the rear door, looked back at Ai Qian, "Go in."

The inside of the car is different from the warmth of the outside world. The slowly approaching high temperature made Ai Qian feel comfortable with goosebumps. She rubbed her hands subconsciously and put them in the pockets of her coat.

Qin Zishuang next to him took out his mobile phone again, typed a few words on it and put it down, leaned against the back chair and closed his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose with his hand, and said, "Go home." After a second, she again Added: "Aria Garden."

Ai Qian knew that Qin Zishuang not only had one residence in City A, but the one in Xiaoyue Garden was exactly her parents' house, a small villa, where she had lived for decades. Now that her parents moved abroad, she The elder sister Qin Ziyi married again as the first wife, and the house finally fell into her hands.

If it weren't for the proximity to the city middle school, Ai Qian wouldn't have lived in it back then, and had a close relationship with her.

She didn't ask Qin Zishuang why he didn't go to the company, and she didn't dare to ask. With the current trend, Qin Zishuang seemed to have held a parent meeting, and Ai Qian really regarded her as a parent for no reason.

The car stopped in the garage in a few minutes. Qin Zishuang got out of the car first, and walked into the house without saying hello, but left the door open for her.

After Ai Qian changed her shoes and went in, she looked up at the clock on the wall, and it was already 5:[-] in the evening.

"Sit on the sofa."

Unexpectedly, when Qin Zishuang said these words suddenly, Ai Qian paused in her heart, walked to the sofa with small steps, and sat on the edge, seeing her walk into the kitchen quietly in fur slippers, and took two glasses of water half a minute later walked out.

She sat down across from her, took off her coat, and passed the water.

Ai Qian looked at her somewhat thin shirt in a daze. Although the heating was turned on at home, it was not so warm.

Doesn't she feel cold?

It's been too long without knowing it.

Ai Qian's wild thoughts were beaten back by Qin Zishuang's words, and she put the cup on the table with Shui Shui. Although she knew it was random, the sound still shocked Ai Qian.

"Give me the transcript."

Ai Qian swallowed her saliva, immediately took off her schoolbag and put it on her lap, unzipped the zipper and took out the report card just issued by the teacher yesterday from the interlayer along with her memory.

She handed it over carefully.

Qin Zishuang took it without any expression, picked up the cup and took a sip, and wiped the light red lipstick on his lower lip, leaving a faint mark on the rim of the cup.Ai Qian looked in this direction, and happened to be able to see the texture on the lip prints, twisting and turning irregularly.

Ai Qian pursed her lips.

"55 points in biology." Qin Zishuang said suddenly.The throat that just drank water is not so deep.

After hearing this, Ai Qian smiled kindly.

"English is not bad, 95."

Ai Qian bit her lip, closed her eyes and explained: "The total score of English is 150."

She raised her head slightly, and saw Qin Zishuang raising his eyebrows calmly after hearing this.

"Oh." An intriguing smile.

After hearing this, Ai Qian turned cold, and unconsciously moved a little forward, "I have a reason, it's because..."

Qin Zi didn't even look up: "I just look at the result."

Ai Qian: ...

A simple report card was only a few lines long, but Qin Zishuang read it for 5 minutes before putting it on the table. Then he leaned on the sofa, his legs alternated, and he looked at her coldly with his hands folded around his chest.

Ai pursed her lips.

"The college entrance examination will be in three months." She paused, remembered something, suddenly sat up straight, and stretched out her hand again: "Ms. Zhao said that you received a love letter, show it to me."

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Ai Qian did not expect the love letter to be mentioned in this situation.

But when she thought about it again, it seemed that this was the case. The letter was placed on the table when she returned to the classroom after the physical education class last Wednesday.

It was the first time she encountered such a thing, of course she was a little nervous, she randomly grabbed it, looked around, stuffed it into her schoolbag, and then forgot about it.

When Ai Qian took it out of her schoolbag again, she felt wronged. First, she didn't know who wrote it, and second, she hadn't read it yet.

When Qin Zishuang took it, he pinched it away like scissors with his index finger and middle finger, and even sarcastically said: "The children of today still write love letters."

Ai Qian also felt the same way, it was really silly.

Qin Zishuang was surprised that the envelope hadn't been opened yet. She impatiently pulled up the folded paper little by little, but tore it from the seal roughly, but unexpectedly, the full letter paper was also opened. A piece was torn.

She didn't pick up the piece of paper, but took out the torn letter paper and read it.

It was much faster than reading the report card. In less than a minute, she folded it back, stuffed it into the envelope, and then threw the shredded paper into the trash can beside it.

"The words are ugly and the writing style is poor. I really have the courage to write."

Ai Qian paused, but she didn't expect her to comment on this.

"Who wrote it?" she asked.

Qin Zishuang glanced at her, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and said calmly: "I want to know, pick it up and read it." After speaking, she had already dialed a number and put it to her ear.

Ai Qian glanced at her, then at the trash can.

Forget it, it’s okay not to know.

The phone beeped loudly, maybe the living room was too quiet, Ai Qian was a little dazed looking at the report card on the table.

I thought it was a call that no one answered, but it was picked up in the last few seconds. The other end was very noisy, and the person who answered was also very excited.

"Qin Zishuang? Really, wait a minute."

Then I changed to a relatively quiet place.

"It's rare to call me, what's the matter?"

Qin Zi supported his forehead, glanced at Ai Qian lightly, and said to the phone: "Give you a chance to repay me, come to Xiaoyue Garden and cook for us."

Fortunately, Qin Zishuang, who hung up the phone, left and went to the bedroom, otherwise this would be an empty place with no entertainment, Ai Qian really didn't know how to get along with her.

When my mother said to live here, she objected, but it was useless.

She sat blankly on the sofa and started to relax. After school had started for such a long time, there was no news from her family until she moved in.

They are really naive, thinking that if she is here, they can be an ostrich who doesn't understand anything, but after all, she is also their family.

Ai Qian sighed, and saw Qin Zishuang coming out of the bedroom.

She changed her clothes at home, her hair might be a little loose because of the pulling process of changing clothes, and the fur slippers on her feet were not as awkward as before. Ai Qian had the illusion that they knew each other very well.

But in the next second, this illusion disappeared immediately.

Qin Zishuang went to the kitchen for a while, looked at the empty refrigerator and frowned, then looked through the cabinets, shook his head helplessly, returned to the living room, put his hands in his pockets, looked at Ai Qian and asked, "What do you usually eat?"

Ai Qian: "Eat in the school cafeteria."

Qin Zishuang continued to ask, "What about Sunday?"

Ai Qian was a little guilty, but the teacher replied, "Occasionally I cook some." In fact, she only cooked it once, but because there was nothing at home, and she was always worried that Qin Zishuang would come back, afraid that she would blame herself for using her kitchen. Just let it go, "There are instant noodles." She added.

Qin Zishuang sighed, his voice was ridiculous, and there was a trace of helplessness: "It seems that I treated you badly." After she finished speaking, she walked towards the door, and when she passed by her, she hooked her hands, "Let's go, go to the supermarket."