shallow to deep

The next morning, Ai Qian got up to go to school, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a hint of warmth in the winter.

Before reaching the school gate, he saw Cheng Yuanyuan standing under a big tree.

There were people coming and going, all of them were students, Cheng Yuanyuan's semi-professional attire was particularly conspicuous, and it was a bit difficult for people not to see it.

Seeing her looking right and left, Ai Qian trotted up, patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Sister Yuanyuan, you're not here to look for me, are you?"

Cheng Yuanyuan turned her head when she heard her voice, and laughed: "Who else can I look for if I don't look for you here."

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue and looked behind her. The street was still the same street, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Cheng Yuanyuan interrupted her, took out a composition paper from her bag, and patted her on the head. "Okay, your Zishuang sister didn't come." She handed the things over, Ai Qian caught them, and she said: "This is a self-criticism, I wrote two copies, you pick the right one and hand it in. "

She forgot about the review book, so she picked it up, turned a few more pages, was stunned, and then looked at Cheng Yuanyuan in surprise: "You wrote this?"

This handwriting is exactly the same as hers, and I really can't recognize it unless I look carefully.

Cheng Yuanyuan laughed, and circled her index finger with her thumb and flicked the composition paper vigorously, "This is a trivial matter for you sister Yuanyuan, what your sister Zishuang asked me to do before... Ah, forget it, you go to class , I'm busy."

After she finished speaking, she left.

Ai Qian watched her leave with admiration, holding the self-criticism book in her heart with joy.

---

The atmosphere in the office building was still so gloomy. Ai Qian followed Teacher Zhao's instructions yesterday and walked towards her office with the self-criticism book between classes.

She used to have no affection for Teacher Zhao, after all, she was an insignificant one in the class, neither causing trouble nor top-notch, but now she was suddenly afraid of her.

She didn't quite understand why Teacher Zhao had been following her recently, but maybe it was because she didn't pay attention.

She was afraid that Mr. Zhao would tell her mother about the situation in her school. After all, before Qin Zishuang, all the parents who contacted her were Feng Yu.

If Feng Yu knew about her lower grades and fights.

Ai Qian swallowed.

But after thinking about it, why did Ai Qian want Teacher Zhao to contact Qin Zishuang?

Incredible.

As I was walking, I happened to meet the student who was punished to stand for a fight yesterday, Zhang Wenbin. The other party also looked like a coincidence. He also held three pieces of composition paper in his hand. He knew what it was without even thinking about it. The two looked at each other and smiled, shrugging tacitly.

Because the class teacher was working in the same place, they took the same route. The two of them were bored on the road. Zhang Wenbin suggested to change the review book, but Ai Qian did not refuse.

But after reading Zhang Wenbin's self-criticism, Ai Qian felt that she should not be too obedient, she was a good student who seriously bowed her head and admitted her mistakes.

"You wrote this with a very good attitude. It's embarrassing for you to admit your mistakes throughout the article, and there is no explanation at all." Zhang Wenbin smiled after reading it, and returned it to her.

Ai Qian pursed her lips, and returned the one she was holding to him, and said a little unconvinced: "Your one is not very good, and the writing is really ugly."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

After returning from the office building, the class bell rang. Ai Qian returned to her seat with small steps. Pan Yanxi immediately came up to her, put her arm around her, looked at her and asked, "How is it? Did Teacher Zhao say anything?" What are you?"

Ai Qian shook her head.

Teacher Zhao sent her away after taking the self-criticism.

Pan Yanxi glanced at the empty podium, and said, "I saw you being led away by a beautiful woman yesterday, who are you?"

Ai Qian took out the biology book from her schoolbag, and when she opened it, she could see the marks and labels of Zhang Shurong inside. She said, "My sister."

Pan Yanxi also opened the book, but she was puzzled and closed the book again: "Sister? No, I heard that it is your aunt."

Speaking of this, the biology teacher suddenly appeared at the door, the class fell silent, and Pan Yanxi immediately moved to her seat and sat down.

When the teacher turned around to write the title of this lesson, Ai Qian leaned over and explained in a low voice: "She is not mine, we are not related by blood."

Whether it's my sister or my aunt, she's not hers.

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The night came quickly. Since Zhang Shurong came to tutor, Ai Qian had done a little more homework than others. Although Zhang Shurong's questions were not difficult and had a solid foundation, it inevitably took a little more time.

Other subjects are okay, and she can bear it too, that is English.

"Ah..." Ai Qian took out the microphone in her ear, she couldn't understand what she was talking about at all, how to choose this topic.

She poked a few strokes on the test paper with a pencil, sighed, and drew several circles on it dissatisfied, and then guessed that her behavior was too naive, so she continued to return her listening to the original position. Put on your headphones.

She listened carefully, trying to identify every word in it, when a sudden ringing of the phone interrupted her train of thought.

Ai Qian was in a daze, looked around and found the source of the call.

She walked over, and on a cylindrical pedestal, the home phone jingled.

It turns out that this thing is not a decoration.

She glanced at the caller ID, and there were five 5s at the end. She reached out to pick it up, but stopped again.

The bell rang for a while and then stopped. Ai Qian turned around and wanted to leave, but the bell rang again within a few seconds.

She stared at the phone, and finally picked up the phone after five rings, but she didn't speak, and only listened to the voice on the other end.

Xixi Suo Suo couldn't tell where it was, but it seemed to be the touch of pen and paper.

"Ai Qian?"

There was a familiar voice on the other end, and Ai Qian felt relieved, "Sister Zishuang."

She said kindly, "I thought you were not at home." There was a chuckle on the other side, as if telling a joke, and she said, "Now go to my study."

Ai Qian snorted, took the phone and walked to her study.

"The left drawer of the desk is open."

Ai Qian went over, walked to the desk, opened the left drawer, and saw that it was full of folders.

"The dark blue folder, written 'Haian Yuan', take it out."

Ai Qian flipped through, found the folder, pulled it out, held it in her hand, and said yes to the phone.

"Okay, take it out, Yuanyuan will pass by later, you give it to her."

Ai Qian let out an oh, and it sounded like nothing was wrong, so she said, "If it's nothing, then..."

"Wait." Qin Zishuang said in a low voice.

The phone moved a little away, and she put it next to her ear again, wondering: "Huh?"

Qin Zishuang said with a smile: "There are snacks in the drawer under the coffee table in the living room, go eat some when you're hungry."

After hearing this, Ai Qian raised her eyebrows unconsciously, a happy expression appeared on her face, and she responded with some enthusiasm.

Then Qin Zishuang said: "Be good at home, go do your homework, and hang up."

A beep came from the receiver.

Ai Qian, eh?She put the phone in her jacket pocket, thinking about Qin Zishuang's last words.

On the face of it?don't know.

She held the folder and wanted to go out, but stopped after taking two steps.

Just now, Qin Zishuang didn't seem to say not to mess with the things in her study?

Suddenly curious, she thought about it and went shopping. There are a lot of books here, there are several rows of professional books on the shelves, and the rest are essays and magazines.

She leaned forward to take a look. Some books she had read, some books she had heard of, and some she didn't even know. There was also a row of original foreign works.

Ai Qian stood on tiptoe and looked up again. There are so many books, but there is not a single book that is boring to pass the time.

Could it be that since she was a child, her life has been arranged very well?

Later, Ai Qian and Qin Zishuang came to this study by accident, and she also had the opportunity to ask her doubts at that time, Qin Zishuang just smiled, his expression was full of you don't understand.

She said that she also likes to read novels, which is strange, but this is her parents' home, and she is not using this study alone, so things like appearances should be pretended.

To translate it, she, Qin Zishuang, was a good child before her.

But what kind of novel is that strange novel in her words?

After looking at it for a while and finding it meaningless, Ai Qian fanned the folder in her hand, making a little noise, and was about to leave, but saw a strange thing in the far corner of the bookshelf.

If you don't pay attention to it, you will really think it is a small book, but it is indeed a wooden product, and it looks like a photo frame.

Ai Qian read a few words in her mind, I'm just curious, I'm just curious, I put it back after reading it, put it back after reading it.

Then she reached out.

It shouldn't be a secret to put something on such a surface, so she boldly pulled it out.

Sure enough, it is a photo. There are two girls on it in summer. The one on the left is Qin Zishuang, with a ponytail and short-sleeved jeans. On the right is a stranger wearing a short skirt and low heels. The two are very close. The girl grinned happily, while Qin Zishuang seemed unwilling to take this photo, his smile was a bit forced.

The background is a teaching building, presumably from the university period.

Ai Qian looked at it for a long time. Although Qin Zishuang in the photo was indifferent, he was intertwined with each other.

Interlocking fingers.

Ai Qian pursed her lips, suddenly feeling a little strange.

She raised her eyebrows, and then heard the doorbell.

Like a thief caught in a bag, she put the photos on the bookshelf in a panic, and ran out with the folder in her arms.

Opening the door, she saw Cheng Yuanyuan standing at the door, Ai Qian handed over the things in her hand, Cheng Yuanyuan took it, and also handed over the things in her own hands.

Ai Qian took it: "What is this?"

Cheng Yuanyuan explained: "Eat"

Ai Qian lifted it up and saw that it was a famous chain store in City A, a certain bakery. She smiled happily and shook her head: "Thank you~"

Cheng Yuanyuan nodded: "You don't need to thank me, your sister Zishuang asked me to buy it for you, just passing by."

Did Qin Zishuang buy it?

Ai Qian raised her eyebrows.

"Thank you anyway." Ai Qian said.

Cheng Yuanyuan waved: "I'm leaving, little sister, study hard."

Ai Qian: ...

She entered the room and sat, remembering what she had opened the drawer under the coffee table.

"Wow." Ai Qian couldn't help but sigh.

So much food, a big cabinet full.

She glanced at the things in her hand, and then at the things in the drawer, tilting her head in confusion.

From yesterday to now, plus the previous bits and pieces.

Qin Zishuang, are you going to start caring about her?