Zhang Dengjie Cai

Of course, Qi Ping will not live in the orphanage at night. Zhang Anran has to go to class the next day and cannot accompany him. Qi Ping also said that he will go to work, and we will meet next weekend.

Zhang Anran didn't become suspicious, the scenery in this small town is not bad, there are always some wealthy businessmen who like to go shopping for a few more weeks.

He is studying in Class 1000 of Senior Two, and his grades are at the top of his grade. He is free of tuition every year, and he can also get a scholarship of [-] yuan in each academic year.

High school students express their feelings relatively implicitly, and at most they use the method of asking questions to get in touch. Zhang Anran generally would not refuse these requests. At that time, he was still relatively mild-tempered and would always spend some spare time helping his classmates.

And his classmates basically don't know about Zhang Anran's family situation, mainly because he has a very good temperament, and he doesn't look like he is in financial difficulties at all, and he has never applied for a scholarship.

At that time, the children who applied for the bursary had to take the manuscript and express their gratitude on the rostrum between classes. For the three 500 yuan, they bent down the boy's waist.After Zhang Anran learned about this procedure, he gave up the idea of ​​applying for a bursary. He was willing to use other ways to earn a little money, even though it was very hard.

A week of study and life soon came to an end. At 10:30 on Friday night, Zhang Anran finished his evening self-study and rode his bicycle back to the orphanage, only to find that several windows on the second floor of the orphanage were still lit, apparently there were still people there.

Zhang Anran was used to seeing a dark window when he came back. He stopped his bicycle and turned on the flashlight habitually when he got off. When he stepped into the gate of the orphanage, he found that the lights in the hall on the first floor were also on. As if someone was waiting for him.

Zhang Anran went up the steps, just bumped into the dean, the dean saw him, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Finally back, Mr. Qi is waiting for you."

Mr. Qi?

Is it flush?

Why is he waiting here?

Zhang Anran followed the dean up to the second floor in a daze, and entered the dean's office. There was a tea cup in front of Qi Ping. There was no tea in it, only half a cup of white water.

Zhang Anran was clearly standing, but he felt an invisible pressure from Qi Ping, he wanted to turn around and leave, although he didn't know why.

But Qi Ping laughed at this moment. His smile was not ugly, and he could even be called gentle. He said, "It's already so late, I should go back."

This should be said to the dean, but he said it to Zhang Anran, making him baffled and suspicious.

Zhang Anran subconsciously glanced at the dean, but found that the dean's expression was also very strange.

Qi Ping stood up, took out a mobile phone from his pocket very naturally, handed it to Zhang Anran, and said, "Lend it to you, it will be convenient for us to contact tomorrow."

Zhang Anran didn't raise his hand to pick up the phone, but retorted: "I'm in the orphanage, what time do you say, see you later."

"I'm not sure when I'll come tomorrow, maybe I'll make an appointment outside, take it."

Qi Ping's attitude was very tough, Zhang Anran didn't screw him after all, and reached out to take the phone.The mobile phone is a touch-screen machine, and the color is exquisite silver-white. Zhang Anran has never seen his classmates or aunts in the orphanage use it. He said frankly: "I don't know how to use this."

Qi Ping turned his head, glanced at the assistant, and said, "You teach him how to use it."

The assistant agreed, and he walked forward without the slightest hesitation, leaving the room and the building, as if he didn't remember anything.

The assistant dutifully taught Zhang Anran for 15 minutes, Zhang Anran basically learned it, and the person left with a smile, leaving only the dean and Zhang Anran in the room.

Zhang Anran wanted to ask the dean something, but the dean avoided it and said to him directly: "It's late, you should rest."

Zhang Anran was concerned about his aunt and his own situation, so he refrained from asking.

After all, he was a young man, but Zhang Anran still couldn't help playing with his mobile phone for two hours, and went to bed later than usual, but the next day was the same as usual, waking up at seven o'clock.

He went to the cafeteria to eat, took care of his aunt to eat, and chatted with her for a while. Auntie's legs and feet are not very good recently. Zhang Anran wanted to take her to the hospital, but he couldn't make any sense.He was going to wait for Qi Ping to understand, and even if the aunt didn't want to, he would force her to go to the hospital.

There was no news from Qi Ping all morning, so Zhang Anran washed a tub of clothes and dried them.He put the phone in his jacket pocket, and it still had a lot of battery power, but it was quiet all the time.

Just when Zhang Anran thought that there would be news in the afternoon, the phone finally rang. He took out the phone, opened the screen with a little clumsiness, put it to his ear, and heard a familiar voice: "I'm outside the door, Waiting for you to come out."

Zhang Anran asked a friend from the orphanage to cook for his aunt. He put on his coat and walked to the door in three steps.

Zhang Anran saw Qiping's car, and the window slowly slid down, revealing Qiping's slightly indifferent face.

"boarding."

"where to?"

"Dine with me."

"Where are you going to eat?"

Zhang Anran seemed very difficult to speak today, Qi Ping raised his eyes and looked at him, but he didn't feel angry, and replied to him: "Go to a delicious place to eat."

There is no difference between this answer and no answer. Zhang Anran doesn't think much about it in his heart. He trusts his intuition more. His intuition tells him that if there are traps, he should stay away from Qi Ping, but he can't do things according to his own wishes. With weird emotions, Qi Ping is not a difficult person to get along with.

Qi Ping stopped talking and just kept watching quietly. Zhang Anran could no longer be awkward, turned around to the passenger seat, opened the car door and stepped in, but when he closed the door, he deliberately relaxed his force, and the car lock made a slight sound.

Qi Ping turned his head and found that Zhang Anran had already fastened his seat belt. He couldn't tell whether he was sighing or rejoicing.

On that day, Qi Ping took Zhang Anran to eat at the best restaurant in the city, and took him to the local park for an afternoon. When night fell, Zhang Anran reminded Qi Ping of the time tactfully. Qi Ping was kind and sent him off personally After returning to the orphanage, he gave him the food box packed at noon.

Zhang Anran thanked him, got out of the car, waved his hand outside the car again, and walked forward without looking back, disappearing into the night.

Qi Ping stared at his back through the car window, and after a while, he realized that his face was already wet with uncontrollable tears.

Qi Ping came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Anran in front of him. He was handsome, wealthy, and confident. No one could connect him with the immature kid ten years ago.

"What are you thinking?" Zhang Anran noticed Qi Ping's absence, and raised his voice to ask.

Words are questions, but he already knows the answer in his heart, and it is nothing more than recalling the past, and that past may be his youth, or his previous life.

Zhang Anran stood up, he had already grown very tall, although his figure was slender, he could completely match the next one.

He raised his hand, kneaded his neck, and said, "You all go out."

Dongzi walked out almost immediately. Qi Ping's assistant looked at Qi Ping and found that the other party had no objection, so he went out together, and even closed the door intimately.

Zhang Anran put his hand behind Qi Ping's head, Qi Ping's eyes fluctuated for a moment, but he raised his head obediently, Zhang Anran stared at him for a while, and asked him: "Have you recovered?"

Qi Ping gave a "hmm" and said, "I was thinking about your time in high school."

Zhang Anran sneered, lowered his head and grabbed Qiping's lips, and Qiping opened his mouth cooperatively, allowing Zhang Anran's tongue to break in.Zhang Anran's kissing skills are very good, Qi Ping was almost out of breath soon, he tried to take a breath of air, but Zhang Anran hardly gave him this chance.

When this too long kiss ended, Qi Ping grasped Zhang Anran's chest with both hands, his legs were already limp, and the indescribable desire/desire rose in his body, making his eyes sharp and full of aggression.

Zhang Anran bit his earlobe and laughed at him: "You really can be in heat anywhere."

Qi Ping panted lowly, his hands trembled slightly, and touched the cold zipper: "You know, I can't help it in front of you."

Zhang Anran and Qi Ping tossed about in the dressing room for more than an hour. People outside the door knew what they had done, but no one dared to think about it.

Qi Ping finally came out wearing Zhang Anran's coat. He walked slowly, but Zhang Anran didn't mean to wait for him.

In fact, Zhang Anran was not in a very good mood.Qi Ping reminded him of himself ten years ago, the kind, weak and good-tempered Zhang Anran.