shallow to deep GL

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 over: What is this?

Cheng Yuanyuan explains: food

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 for you?

Ai Qian raised her eyebrows.

Thanks 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, is this about to start caring about her?

Chapter 8

It has been raining for several days in a row, as if to give a buffer to the big drop in temperature soon, the road is wet and slippery, Ai Qian walks carefully on the sidewalk.

Since the beginning of school, she has never been back. Even though her family is in this city, she has to depend on others.

It's all nonsense to say that Qin Zishuang's house is close to the school, it is convenient to go back and forth, and it is quiet and no one is disturbed.

I took the elevator up to the fifth floor, and there was more than one resident of her family on this floor. When I got out of the elevator, I met Aunt Yang next door who was going out to take out the garbage, and greeted her when she saw her.

Aunt Yang.

Shallow is back.

Ai Qianen let out a sigh.

After Aunt Yang left, Ai Qian turned a corner and headed home, but stopped 3 meters away from the door.

She licked her lower lip and looked at the scene in front of her.

The location of the home is still the same, and the door link is still the one she posted in the spring today. There is a gossip picture on the door, which was hung by her father when she was five years old, but when did this door change from a dark red envelope to this one? Black, so new you can see the seam-helmed wrapping plastic.

Ai Qian still stepped forward, took out the key from her pocket, entered it first, turned to the right, but got stuck halfway.

She didn't try again, just gave up and pulled out the key.

I don't know how long I stood at the door, until the elevator door opened with a ding dong, and Aunt Yang came back after dumping the trash.

Why are you standing at the door.Aunt Yang walked to the next door, opened the door, and seemed to think of something, sighed in her heart, and said, ring the doorbell, girl.

Aunt Yang opened the door, but she was worried, so she went to help her ring the doorbell herself.

Ai Qian came back to her senses, thanked her, and watched her go home.

The door opened quickly, and Ai Qian looked at the woman in the bib in front of her, took a deep breath, grinned, and shouted, Mom.

The injury on her face has healed a lot, and she borrowed concealer from Zhang Shurong a few days ago, but now she can hardly see it.

Come back Feng Yu smiled, patted her on the head and pulled her back into the room, feeling very cold.

She took Ai Qian's schoolbag and put it aside, and took her slippers out of the cabinet.

Ai Qian changed, walked into the living room, looked at the man sitting on the sofa watching TV, and called Dad.

Papa Ai hummed to express his response. Ai Qian sat alone across from him, put her legs on the sofa naturally, and looked around.

She has lived in this house for almost 17 years, and it suddenly became strange. The size of the TV changed, the headlights on the ceiling also changed, the sofa changed, the wallpaper changed, and there were a few more furniture and decorations.

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The lunch was the same as usual, Ai's father was still reticent, and Feng Yu kept caring about her studies, her residence, and the situation of eating.

Feng Yu put some vegetables in Ai Qian's bowl, and another bowl of soup for Ai's father, and said naturally: "Mom is busy recently, so I haven't contacted Teacher Zhao. How are your grades now? I remember your final exam years ago." Not bad, now what?

Ai Qian paused, took a big bite, and said vaguely: It's still the same, Teacher Zhao is very busy, so don't bother her.

Feng Yu nodded: You are right. Last time I contacted Mr. Zhao, she said that there is no problem with your grades going to A University, so I am relieved, but you should not relax, and don't be too nervous, keep it up.