shallow to deep

As soon as Ai Qian came out of the office, she saw Cheng Yuanyuan in front of the printer. Her and Qin Zishuang's offices were next to each other, and they also had a simple style. Ai Qian looked at her ponytail and wondered if the employees in this building were This is the style.

Ai Qian pulled up the zipper of her school uniform a little, and shouted at her back.

Cheng Yuanyuan turned her head, still biting a piece of cardboard in her mouth, said vaguely: "Wait." Then she turned back to work.

Ai Qian felt that she couldn't be idle, so she reached out to help her when she was moving a stack of materials, and sent them to her office together.

Ai Qian explained her reason for coming, Cheng Yuanyuan patted her forehead after listening, and looked at her face carefully: "I've always wanted to get you some ointment, but I forgot when I was busy, my brain."

After she finished speaking, she frowned embarrassedly, went to the top shelf of the cabinet beside her, took out the medicine box and put it in Ai Qian's hand, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Take it, I don't have a place for you here. "

Indeed, Ai Qian was surprised as soon as she entered the door. There were all materials and documents in the place where people could sit, and there were even two or three stacks on the ground.

Girls are suitable for neatness, some girls are suitable for chaos, and Cheng Yuanyuan is the type of girl who is suitable for chaos. If it is really neatly placed, she will not be used to it and will not be able to find what she is looking for.

It's just that Qin Zishuang didn't expect that there was such a person by his side.

She took two steps and suddenly thought of a question, then turned her head again.

Holding the medicine box, Ai Qian said, "I have a question."

Cheng Yuanyuan gave her a side face, "Ask."

Ai Qian took a step forward: "Did Sister Zishuang interrupt the meeting to pick me up just now?" She heard it clearly in the car, felt a little guilty, and finally found a chance to ask.

Cheng Yuanyuan smiled, and tapped her forehead with the pen in his hand, "It's none of your business, and just because you gave her an excuse, those people should be put down and shameless, but you Sister Zishuang is a bit ruthless this time, I am worried that the stamina will be too much." She laughed again when she said this, "Tell you what to do, go get the wound, what a cute face, leaving scars is not good .”

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Ai Qian returned to Qin Zishuang's office with the medicine box in her arms. She was on the phone with her landline, and she didn't shy away from seeing Ai Qian come in.

She took the medicine box and sat on the sofa, studied the contents first, took out a bottle of iodophor and a pack of cotton swabs.

What is confusing is that there is no mirror here.

She was distressed, touched the corner of her mouth with her left hand, and blindly dipped iodophor upwards, but unfortunately touched her fingers several times, and it was a lot crooked.

She gave up this difficult project, took off her shoes and put her legs directly on the sofa, then rolled up her trouser legs to her knees. Sure enough, the skin was worn out, no wonder she felt pain all the time.

Because it hadn't been treated, the blood that flowed directly stuck the pants to the skin. When she pulled it like this, the knees started to bleed again when they were torn off.

She stopped the bleeding with cotton, disinfected it with povidone iodine, and finally took three band-aids and pasted them on. Then she felt inside again. There was a black line, and there was another wound, which was on the back of her thigh. Near the knee, out of sight.

This injury is not that serious, maybe it's just stuck to something, and it's not as big as the knee.

She pulled up her trousers a little more and tightened them, took a new cotton swab to get some iodophor, and stretched out her hand to lean up, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Because she was embarrassed, her back was facing the desk at the moment, so she naturally didn't know that Qin Zishuang came over.

Then the person in front of her hand changed hands, and Qin Zishuang squatted down in front of her.

Ai Qian was taken aback, looking at the person who lowered her head.

It was the first time to observe her at such a close distance. She only looked at her wounds, her eyes were open with obvious double eyelids, her long and slightly curled eyelashes were distinct, and her eyeliner with light makeup was curved at the corners of her eyes, giving her a somewhat charming atmosphere.

The cold touch came from the skin, and the sudden stimulation made Ai Qian take a breath, and at the same time retracted her gaze.

After Qin Zishuang finished painting, he rummaged through the medicine box, took out a piece of medical cotton cloth and pressed it on, then tore off the white tape to stick it firmly.

Then he suddenly grabbed her calf, tore off the Band-Aid on her knee, and threw it into the trash can.

"Why are your legs so cold?" Qin Zishuang picked up a cotton cloth and said suddenly.

Ai Qian gave a doubtful grace, and then said, "Hands and feet are often cold in winter."

Without continuing this topic, Qin Zishuang quickly wrapped up the wound on his knee, then pulled the bottom of his trousers, and carefully pulled the trousers back bit by bit.

After cleaning up the trash, Qin Zishuang moved the medicine box aside, then sat on the sofa and looked at her at the same level, approached her slightly, and lifted her chin to watch carefully.

Her breath was so close that Ai Qian even forgot to breathe.

This doesn't look like a person who is 7 years older than her. Looking at it so closely, there are almost no flaws.

"It's not a big problem." Qin Zi finished, and took out a small box of things from the inner layer of the medicine box.

She tore off the wrapping paper, glanced at the instructions on the box, and took out the plaster inside.

"What is this?" Ai Qian asked curiously, and leaned over to take a look.

Qin Zishuang squeezed something on his fingertips, a small piece of milky white, "Scar removal, close your eyes."

Ai Qian obediently closed her eyes immediately, Qin Zishuang suddenly looked up and looked a little dazed, the eyelashes of the person in front of her trembled, and she could still see her eyeballs rolling around under her eyelids, her lips were tightly closed, as if she was about to be tortured.

She suddenly thought of what Teacher Zhao said to her a few weeks ago, saying that something seemed to be wrong with Ai Qian's family. Her mother had already called before school started, telling the teacher to take good care of her, and please don't ask the teacher about Ai Qian's family. , the teacher immediately understood that it must be the parents' problem, and felt that Ai Qian was a little pitiful.

Teacher Zhao also said that she saw Ai Qian crying in the corner of the classroom after school.

If it weren't for the unexpectedly low grades this time, Teacher Zhao would not have thought about talking to the parents.

Although Mr. Zhao was really wordy and would repeat one thing several times, Qin Zishuang listened patiently for no reason.

Ai Qian is not just pitiful, but also too sensible, stubborn and hides.

She laughed, her eyes became gentler, and she painted it on the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "How can a girl have a scar?" She squeezed a little more.

Ai Qian didn't open her eyes, and didn't see the expression on her face when she said this.Is she cold or gentle.If it was cold, then why did she say it, and if it was gentle, why did she reproach her gently.

Thinking that her hand had moved to the corner of her mouth, Ai Qian also opened her eyes.

Qin Zi's lowered eyebrows came into view, he rarely pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked very carefully.

Ai Qian'en made a sound, indicating that she agreed to what she just said.

Thought this was the end, but Qin Zishuang said again: "Until you find your home, only you can love yourself. Don't be too impulsive when you are young."

Cheng Yuanyuan knocked on the door suddenly and came in. What she saw was this scene. Qin Zishuang was sitting sideways on the sofa, and Ai Qian raised her head slightly, letting Qin Zishuang handle her face.

Cheng Yuanyuan came in with something to do, but she still stood and watched without speaking.

Ai Qian wanted to turn her head when she heard the voice, but Qin Zishuang called out, "Don't move."

The air around her began to change. The two got very close and she seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of Qin Zishuang. I don't know what kind of perfume she used, or it was useless. She actually had a little comfort.

Qin Zishuang screwed back the cover little by little, and put it directly in Ai Qian's hand. He looked up at the wound and was very satisfied.

Then she looked into her eyes and asked, "Do you know what's wrong?"

wrong?

Ai Qian suddenly realized that the topic was about fighting again.

"I'm not wrong." Ai Qian's tone was weak, but with a trace of stubbornness.

"it is good."

Qin Zishuang stood up, took out a tissue, squeezed his hands, threw it into the trash can and said to the person at the door, "Yuanyuan, go find a 1000-word self-criticism and give it to Ai Qian."

Ai Qian, eh?

She watched Qin Zishuang walk over, opened the drawer of the desk, took out the car key from it, put it through the keychain, held it in the palm of his hand in a circle in the air, straightened his coat, and said to her with a hook: " Let's go, let's go eat."

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Qin Zishuang took her to a Chinese restaurant.

It was already [-] o'clock in the evening, and due to the weather, there were very few customers in the store. The decoration style was red ancient wood, and the waiters at the door also wore cheongsams to greet them accordingly.

When they came in, the waiter nodded slightly and called out politely: "Miss Qin."

Appears to be regulars.

Before taking two steps, another waiter came to the store. Although it was still a cheongsam, the color and style had obviously changed. She smiled and stepped forward, took the umbrellas from Qin Zishuang and Ai Qian, and made a gesture of invitation. Ask: "What did Miss Qin eat this time?"

Qin Zi put her hands in her pockets: "Let's fry some light dishes." When she said this, she suddenly looked back at Ai Qian, and added: "Get some food for the children."

Ai Qian: ...

The waiter led us to sit down by the window. The view here is really good. Although it is only on the second floor, we can see the bustling street and the lights. In addition, it is raining and the street is wet. It is so beautiful.

The food came to the table very quickly, and it really was light four dishes and one soup, so light that there was no redness, Ai Qian watched Qin Zishuang pick up the chopsticks, and then picked up the chopsticks as well.

After the guests at the table at the back left, they remained as the only customers in the restaurant. At first glance, it seemed like a private room.

Ai Qian ate the food with her head down, trying not to make a sound. It was the first time she ate alone with Qin Zishuang, and it was very painful. She only hoped to eat faster.

"Are you so reserved when eating with Shu Rong?" Qin Zishuang said suddenly, the words floated through the heat of the soup, a little illusory.

She is eating with Zhang Shurong, don't relax too much.

"I don't." Ai Qian bit her chopsticks.

Qin Zishuang shook his head, picked up a piece of meat and wanted to put it into his bowl, but he turned a corner in the middle and put it into Ai Qian's plate.

She simply moved the dish in front of her, "Eat more, you are too thin."

Ai Qian snorted and put the meat into her mouth.

The atmosphere became a little hotter because of these few words, and Ai Qian paused in her heart, why don't you explain the fight, it's not a good thing to be misunderstood as a bad student.

"Well, today's fight is like this." Ai Qian put down her chopsticks, ready to make a long speech.

But before she could say a word, she was interrupted.

"Didn't you say you were right?" Qin Zishuang glanced at her, and smiled slightly: "What else do you explain?"

Believe it unconditionally, don't feel too good.

Ai Qian unconsciously lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.

It was the waiter who came up again. She looked up and saw that she took out a cup of banana pudding, a bowl of ice cream balls with three flavors, and a plate of fruit from the serving plate, all of which were placed in front of Ai Qian.

Ai Qian twitched the corners of her mouth, she didn't want to admit that she really liked it.

When she saw it, she became childish, and she immediately stretched out her hand happily, picked up a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and threw it into her mouth, and then scooped up another spoonful of pudding.

Qin Zishuang sat across from her, wiped his mouth and looked at her, tilting his head and laughing, as expected he was still a child.

She saw that she had finished eating the last piece of watermelon, the corner of her mouth was still stained with juice, she handed the tissue box, and said suddenly: "Your mother called me in the morning and asked you to go back this weekend."