shallow to deep

The happy days are always in a hurry, and the three days passed quickly. Except for the first day, they went to the street, and the remaining two days were all at home.

Life was very delicate, the weather was very good in those two days, their residence was on a high floor, the curtains were drawn open, and the sunlight would undoubtedly come in, and the whole room was enveloped in a lazy atmosphere.

Ai Qian felt that this kind of scenery was especially suitable for Qin Zishuang, especially the way she was sitting on the sofa reclining, the golden sunlight was shining on her legs, she was holding a book in her hand, looking down, her hair was casually draped Next, vent the warmth of the room.

Of course, ignore the books she reads.

I don't know where he got it, but Qin Zishuang knew that Ai Qian had read Lily's novel, and he took it out from the corner of her bookcase yesterday, and now he is reading it seriously.

Maybe after reading half of the book, Ai Qian pressed a puzzle piece and looked up at her.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Ai Qian asked, "Does it look good?"

Qin Zi stretched out his hands to turn a page, and replied flatly, "It's not pretty."

Ai Qian: ...

She whispered, "If it's not good, you still watch it."

Of course, these words fell into Qin Zishuang's ears. She adjusted her posture and said to her, "In case you use the method in the novel to deal with me, I have to plan ahead."

Ai Qian smiled after hearing this, found the leaf puzzle from the ground, and pressed it against the pattern, but she felt that something was wrong, so she took it down again, "A simple little white text, what can I do with it?" After Ai Qian finished speaking, she found another leaf and pressed it on, it was right.

Qin Zishuang agreed, "It's true that there is no plot, but there are still some things that are worth trying."

Ai Qian raised her eyebrows, found another piece, and asked casually, "For example?"

Qin Zishuang looked down at the pages, and continued, "For example, on page 210, she pressed her on the carpet and kissed her forcibly."

Ai Qian paused for a moment holding the puzzle piece, swallowed her saliva, and whispered, not knowing how to answer.

Qin Zishuang looked at her blushing in embarrassment and was amused, turned a page and said, "I was joking."

Ai Qian: ...

Not funny at all.

So, taking advantage of Qin Zishuang's absence, she deliberately flipped through page 210 of the book, only to find that the plot she mentioned was not there, and what was ridiculous was that the last line was exactly what the heroine said, "I'm just kidding!" of."

Qin Zi has both evil tastes!

……

I always thought that Qin Zishuang was avoiding her, but now I found out that she really didn't have much free time. It is said that WL expanded its business and increased its development in City B. As the host, she naturally had to run around in person at the beginning.

Those three days seemed to be her stolen annual leave.

The closest distance between the two of them in a day is to say good night before going to bed, or if there is something new, Ai Qian will talk to her, and she will listen carefully on the other end.

Ai Qian often received packages from Qin Zishuang. According to her, she said that she saw something on the street or occasionally, and she thought of Ai Qian, so she bought it and asked Yuanyuan to send it back.

So now, Ai Qian's daily life consists of attending classes, making phone calls, and receiving parcels.

Qin Zishuang didn't repeat everything, sometimes it was a small doll, sometimes it was a silk scarf, or clothes, or hairpins, Ai Qian always felt that her life was going to be taken over by her.

But this time she didn't quite understand it.

Qin Zishuang sent back a paring knife.

Holding the phone, Ai Qian couldn't figure it out. This style is an ordinary style, nothing special. There is a whole row of the supermarket shelves, so when the call is connected, she knows that the other party can't see the scene on her side, but still Shaking the paring knife, he asked, "Qin Zishuang, I don't quite understand what you sent back this time."

Qin Zishuang was also a little puzzled at the other end: "What did you send?"

Ai Qian: "Parker."

Qin Zishuang grumbled first, and then laughed: "I bought it some time ago, and put it on the table, and Yuanyuan will send it to you."

Ai Qian laughed: "So there is no special meaning?"

Qin Zishuang: "No, I just want to peel off the skin."

Oh Ai Qian.

Qin Zishuang paused there, then asked her, "Otherwise, what do you think?"

Otherwise what do you think?

Of course, Ai Qian pondered for a long time after receiving it, and also specially reviewed her performance in the past few days. She was sure that she was a good child and did not make any mistakes that would make Qin Zishuang peel her, so she dared to make this call.

"Don't think too much, I'm very good." Ai Qian's tone was a little proud.

The content of the usual phone calls between the two is also so ordinary, and in the end, Qin Zishuang always hung up the phone, Ai Qian wondered if she answered the phone in a special spare time, or just by the way.

Life began to count time, and everything passed very slowly. It was so slow that Ai Qian's English teacher suddenly wanted to say that there was a midterm exam, and time became tense.

Amidst the yelling of the students, the English teacher resolutely set the exam time on Friday next week, and then left with a smile on his face.

I don’t know why, university teachers always like to torture college students, they like to give difficult test papers, they like to make a big splash in class, listen to students’ exchanges, and then insist on highlighting the key points in the last section, knowing that not many students listen carefully in class , but insisted on stalemate until the end, and then let a few annoying students fail, and then let them make up or retake the exam to pass.

Enjoy one thing and another, endless loop.

Ai Qian was mad in the library with her English book. Since high school, English has been her weakness.

She would rather review other subjects to the top than spend more time on English. She always feels that this kind of accent, which is not even accurate, makes her unpredictable and uncomfortable.

She is sitting in the library at the moment, because it is not the end of the term, and because not many people need a midterm exam, there are not too many people in the library.

She found a quiet and remote corner to sit, listening to music with headphones on, and after struggling to read the entire article, she heard the sound of a message from her mobile phone.

She lowered her head and took it out to see that it was a message from Qin Zishuang. She said that she would be back tomorrow.

Ai Qian raised her eyebrows after reading it, and replied "Okay", adding a small tilde at the end to express a cheerful tone.

She smiled, put the phone back into her pocket, and looked up to continue watching, but a person appeared in her sight, which almost scared her so that she couldn't sit still in the chair.

The table was only one meter long, and she had the impression that someone sat across from her not long ago, but has it always been like this?

The person opposite was looking at her with his head propped on one hand.

So yeah, started looking at her from the moment she sat down?

The point is.

Ai Qian swallowed her saliva, pulled out a smile, and called out, "Hello, Teacher Sun."

She is her finance teacher, Sun Ying. The deepest impression is that she has a little beauty, but such beauty should be matched with a humorous way of teaching, but she is not. The class is almost a lullaby , as boring as those old professors.

Ai Qian felt that their friendship didn't seem to reach the point where they could look at each other face to face.

"You are Ai Qian." Sun Ying changed her posture and continued to look at her.

Ai Qian nodded, thinking that maybe she forgot, and explained: "I am your student, from Class 3."

Sun Ying frowned: "I know." She glanced at her book, then looked at her again, and said with a smile: "You look good, she's a cute little girl, she doesn't wear makeup or dress up, she's fine." Said Here, she looked at Ai Qian's hands: "Slender, no nails, clean." She looked at Ai Qian's hair: "Over the shoulders, Lihua, it needs to be trimmed. If the bangs are less, it will complement your face Smaller, but still pretty small now."

She stood up a little after she finished speaking, and looked down: "The neck is neither long nor short, and there are no wrinkles, um~" She made a satisfied nasal sound, "The clavicle is good, it is my favorite style." She looked down a little more: "This chest, is it because you wear too much, or is it because she is small?"

After hearing this, Ai Qian leaned a little closer to the table, not wanting to answer the question.

Sun Ying smiled, and sat down again, "It's been so long, I just finished reading an article, it seems that your English is not very good."

Ai Qian was puzzled.

Sun Ying looked at her expression and smiled, "Generally speaking, you are a child, why did Qin Zishuang like you and abandon me?"