shallow to deep GL

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

Pan Yanxi also opened the book, but she was puzzled, and then closed the book: sister? No, I heard that it was 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, it was babbling, 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 gave a grace, thinking you were not at home.There was a chuckle over there, as if telling a joke, and 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.

Take out the dark blue folder with 'Hai An Yuan' written on it.

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, it sounded like there was nothing wrong, so she said, "If there's nothing wrong, just let me go."

etc.Qin Zishuang whispered.

The phone moved away a little, 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 are 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, huh? She put the phone in her coat pocket, thinking about Qin Zishuang's last words.

What does it mean? I don't understand.

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.