shallow to deep

Ai Qian woke up at 09:30 the next day, and because of the weekend, she squinted on the bed in a leisurely manner, and was not willing to get out of bed until ten o'clock to brush her teeth and wash her face.

She opened the door of the room, and was about to go to the kitchen to boil some water for drinking, but after walking a few steps, she stopped when she passed the living room.

Qin Zishuang was sitting on the sofa, holding a confiscated cigarette last night, unlit, between the index finger and middle finger, half-raised, the other hand was flipping through the tablet, frowning slightly, morning Her untidy hair was slouched, she was wearing the same pair of slippers as her feet, and an ordinary pajamas.

Ai Qian suddenly felt something strange in her heart, she changed direction and walked in front of her, instead of sitting with her, she sat down on the carpet and looked up at her.

Qin Zishuang shifted his gaze from the tablet to her face, and said expressionlessly, "I'm awake."

Ai Qianen let out a sigh.

Qin Zishuang looked back again.

After a while, she felt a little strange, and looked down at Ai Qian again, only to see Ai Qian's gaze fell on the cigarette in her hand.

Qin Zishuang was a little puzzled, shook his hands, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ai Qian giggled, picked up the lighter from the table, half-kneeled in front of her, and said obediently, "I'll light it for you."

Qin Zishuang laughed, but still put the cigarette in her mouth. Ai Qian watched as she turned on the lighter, swiped it, and the flame came out from the nozzle. She moved closer, brought the fire source close to the cigarette end, and then saw Qin Zishuang inhaled slowly. One sip, the smoke burns immediately.

She put the lid on the lighter, stepped back a little, and watched Qin Zishuang suck the cigarette in and spit it out again.

Then spit in her face.

Ai Qian didn't have time to react, so she coughed forcefully and fanned herself with her hands.

Qin Zishuang laughed, moved the cigarette away a little, and asked, "Does it smell good?"

Ai Qian pursed her mouth and shook her head: "It smells bad."

Qin Zishuang had no choice but to say, "Stay away from people who smoke in the future."

Ai Qian gave a oh yes, but then said, "Stay away from you?"

Qin Zi patted her head with both hands, "Spoof."

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue, turned her gaze back to the cigarette case on the table, then picked it up, held it up like an offering, and asked weakly in front of Qin Zishuang, "Can I take a sip?"

Qin Zishuang collected the cigarette case and put it in his pocket, with a disapproving expression on his face, he also took away the lighter in her hand.

Qin Zishuang: "Children are not allowed to smoke."

Ai Qian moved forward with her knees and asked, "Can I smoke after the age of 20?"

20 is old.

Qin Zishuang knew that Ai Qian was mocking their conversation last night.

She had already seen it without acting, but pretended to be stupid and continued: "No."

Ai Qian pursed her mouth: "Then why are you smoking?"

Why is she smoking?Why is she drinking?Why is she entertaining?In this world, if you don't want to, you don't have to do it. Bad habits gradually form habits, which is not what everyone wants to see.

Qin Zishuang sighed and stroked her bangs: "I'm different from you."

After she finished speaking, she saw Ai Qian laying on her knees, with her chin across, looking up at her, her eyes full of expectation.

Qin Zishuang was helpless, but he didn't take out the things in his pocket. Instead, he gathered the cigarette in his hand and put it in front of Ai Qian.

Ai Qian was slightly stunned, and immediately understood what she meant. She looked down at the cigarette in front of her, because the cigarette holder was facing her in a different direction, and there were faint traces of her lip gloss on it.

She leaned forward and squeezed it together. Before she could make the next move, Qin Zishuang suddenly bent down. With the hand holding the cigarette, his free thumb hooked her chin, forcing her to look up at her.

She said softly, "Don't suck too hard."

Ai Qian took a deep breath knowingly.

Qin Zishuang said again: "Suck it into your lungs, then spit it out..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ai Qian immediately pushed the cigarette away, the feeling of inhaling it into her lungs was too uncomfortable.

Qin Zi looked at her with smiles in his eyes, saw that her face was a little red from coughing, and laughed a few times, reached out to snuff out the cigarette in the ashtray, helped her up, and sat on the sofa with her.

"Satisfied?" Qin Zishuang asked.

Ai Qian finally coughed, felt a little more comfortable and said disgustedly: "It's too difficult."

Qin Zishuang had no choice but to check the temperature of her hand with the back of his hand. Maybe it was because she just woke up, so it was still warm, not as cold as before.

"You won't have access to these in the future," she said.

Qin Zi's double words certainly didn't make Ai Qian continue this topic. She pursed her lips and stood up, pointing to the kitchen and saying, "Egg fried rice?"

Qin Zishuang shook his head: "I'm going out."

Ai Qian let out a disappointment.

Qin Zishuang also stood up, combed her hair, seemed to suddenly think of something, patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'll report your mother's safety later, and Teacher Zhao." After she finished speaking, she took two steps and stopped Come down: "Call Zhang Shurong too."

……

It took Ai Qian a full half an hour to make these three phone calls. Her mother and Mr. Zhao were babbling, and her ears were getting moldy from what she said, but she didn't expect Qin Zishuang to contact them last night.

She sniffed, no matter what, there was still a thousand-word review to be written.

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Qin Zishuang came home again at 8 o'clock in the evening, and Ai Qian was nestling on the sofa watching TV.

Like a child who was caught, when she saw her coming in, she immediately stood up, restrained her smile from watching the sketch, and said solemnly: "I have finished my homework, the test papers, and the teacher Zhang's arrangement. Finished." Speaking of which, she suddenly knelt down and picked up some composition papers on the table: "Also, this is the self-criticism I wrote."

Qin Zishuang looked at her performance and smiled, put on his slippers and walked over, handed her a bag, then took the self-criticism in her hand, and sat on the sofa.

Ai Qian was stunned, looked into the bag a few times, and asked, "For me?"

Qin Zishuang said lightly, "Yes."

She raised her eyebrows, sat down with her, and took out all the things in the bag.

Pink gloves, a bunch of cute bears on the back of the hand, a scarf of the same series, and a pair of wool socks.

She suddenly remembered that Qin Zishuang said how good it was that her hands and feet were cold in winter.

Feeling a little sweet in her heart, she put the gloves on her hands and wrapped the scarf around it. Although it was a little cold just wearing it, she could feel the warmth from it.

There was also a small card in the bag. Ai Qian reached in and took it out and put it in her hand. If I remember correctly, this should be a card.

"SIM card?"

she asked her.

Qin Zishuang didn't look up, he had already glanced at it, flipped it back, and added: "There is a drawer under the TV cabinet, you open it to pick out a mobile phone."

Ai Qian was a little confused, but she walked over obediently, opened the first drawer, and found it was empty.

"The one on the right."

Qin Zishuang's voice came from behind.

She oh and moved over, and opened the drawer on the right.

Then he took a breath of cold air.

So many phones.

It looks a bit spectacular at first glance, but if you look closely, some of them are old models for several years, with traces of rust on the edges, and some of them look relatively new, but they are also models of previous years.

It must be the mobile phone that the family abandoned.

Ai Qian spread out her hand, and there was a mobile phone card lying on it. She guessed, Qin Zishuang wanted her to use the mobile phone?

That's what she thought she meant. She looked at it, picked out a ten-year-old mobile phone that was neither too old nor too new, but could only send text messages and make calls, and was about to put the phone card in it. was suddenly held.

Qin Zishuang slowly squatted down beside her, took out the mobile phone from her hand with a smile, and said helplessly, "You don't need to be so simple."

After speaking, she glanced in, took out a mobile phone from the year before last, and took out a wire that came with it in the corner, and inserted it into the hole.

The phone card was quickly placed in Ai Qian's hand, Qin Zishuang turned to look at her, rearranged her scarf, and revealed a little bear in front of her, then let go of her hand in satisfaction, stood up, He took out the phone in his pocket and pressed it a few times.

The mobile phone in Ai Qian's hand rang suddenly, she looked down at the familiar number 5 and 6 behind her, and looked up at her.

Qin Zishuang looked back at her: "Remember it so that I can contact you." She opened her legs and was about to leave, but thought of something, paused and said, "Don't give out your phone number."

Ai Qian snorted, and slid the phone away. There was a missed call on it. She clicked to save it, but she paused in the name column.

Sister Zi Shuang?

It's too unfamiliar, although that's what she calls her, but it can be more cordial on the phone.

Qin Zishuang?

Isn't that impolite.

She raised her eyebrows suddenly, typed a few words into the phone with a snap, and smiled lowly, but seeing the "Iceberg Queen" on the screen seemed a little inappropriate, so she went back and deleted it.

In the end, I still wrote the word Zishuang, which was simple and meaningless.

She put it away in her pocket, sat down on the sofa according to Qin Zishuang, and reviewed that she had finished reading it and put it on the table, and she didn't express any opinions, so Ai Qian naturally wouldn't take the initiative to make fun of her.

Just something popped into my head.

She subconsciously pulled at the hem of her clothes, and carefully asked: "Are you going to pick up the plane tomorrow?" Afraid that she might not know what it was, Ai Qian even reminded: "Liu Haotian."

Qin Zishuang gave a faint acknowledgment.

Ai Qian was surprised, and suddenly leaned forward, a little excited: "Huh? Are you really going to pick him up?"

Qin Zishuang looked at her and smiled, and asked, "Strange?"

Ai Qian nodded heavily, "You're a blind date in disguise, Qin Zishuang's blind date, it's so surprising."

Qin Zishuang smiled and poked her, "No surprise, no one wants a blind date."

Ai pursed her mouth.

How could no one want it.

She tentatively asked: "So you are, try to accept it?"

Qin Zishuang shook his head, picked up the remote control and changed the channel: "Qin Guohui asked me to go, so I have to go."

Qin Guohui, Qin Zishuang's father.

Ai Qian: ...

Is there such a direct name taboo?

She nodded understandingly, but continued to ask in confusion: "Then will you get married in the future?"

Qin Zishuang didn't think about this question, and blurted out: "Of course." But she felt a little funny when she said that, so she explained: "Don't see me being so strong, sometimes I want to lean on my shoulder." After finishing speaking, she leaned slightly Passed over and shrugged.

Ai Qian pursed her lips, and then generously put her shoulders on her shoulders: "You can rely on mine."

Qin Zishuang shook his head and laughed, stood up suddenly, and patted her head: "Children."