shallow to deep

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."

"Qianqian 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 there, and the door link is still the one she posted in 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, Ai Qian looked at the woman in the bib in front of her, took a deep breath, grinned, and called out, "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.

"I'm back." Feng Yu smiled, patted her on the head and pulled her back into the room, "It's so 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.

-

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: "Recently, my mother is busy, so I haven't contacted Teacher Zhao. How are your grades now? I remember your final semester years ago. The exam is not bad, now?"

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

Feng Yu nodded: "That's right. Last time I contacted Mr. Zhao, she said that there is no problem with your grades going to University A, so I am relieved. But you can't relax, don't be too nervous, keep it up."

Ai Qian'en let out a sigh, a little impatiently: "I know, I know."

Feng Yu shook his head: "You look like this, don't think I'm long-winded."

Ai Qian twisted her nose: "Whispering!"

Feng Yu asked a few more questions about accommodation, and this time Ai Qian answered honestly, saying that she lives in a good place, the house is indeed very quiet, and it is indeed very close to the school, and she often goes to class boldly.

After the meal, the taciturn Papa Ai went to work again, leaving the two of them at home.

Ai Qian sat in the living room for a while, then got up and went to her room, and then guessed that the room next door should be the guest room, which was full of things.

She looked more curiously, as if someone had already moved in, with a strong sense of master.

Ai Qian was about to open the door and go in to have a look, when Feng Yu stopped her from behind.

I saw that she took a big bag of things from it, called her out, put the things at her feet, clapped her hands and said, "Let's go in a while and take these away. Mom bought you ginseng and some supplements. The third year of high school is heavy. You have to take care of your body, you can drink it with boiling water, get some big bone soup to stay up late, and see how thin you are." After she finished speaking, she held Ai Qian's wrist, "Too thin."

Ai Qian smiled, weighed the things, pouting dissatisfiedly, "It's so heavy."

Feng Yu shook her head, poked her forehead with her index finger, and laughed, "It's too heavy for such a small thing. There is also a gift for your aunt Zishuang inside, don't take it by mistake."

Ai Qian was curious when she heard it, she knelt down between her eyebrows and wanted to look through it, but Feng Yu immediately knocked her hand, "Go! Go to the kitchen and turn down the heat of the chicken soup."

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue and went obediently.

After drinking the chicken soup, she felt a little warmer, and the mother and daughter were bored in the house. She glanced at the time and said that she had homework to leave, but Feng Yu didn't ask her to stay. She asked her to study hard and be good and obedient at Qin Zishuang's house. If you cause trouble, send her out.

Ai Qian carried her schoolbag and went to the bus stop alone with a bag of things. She stopped by the trash can, took out the key in her pocket, and threw it in.

The cold wind was blowing, and there was only one bus to Xiaoyue Garden, every half an hour, so the wait became much longer.

Sitting alone, I started thinking wildly.

When Feng Yu sent her out just now, she still couldn't help but look at Feng Yu's belly, thinking that there was a little life inside, she felt a little confused.

She suddenly remembered a conversation she had overheard in her parents' bedroom the week before school started.

I don't know what mood I'm in at the moment, but it's very uncomfortable anyway, Feng Yu's family affection obviously doesn't look like a fake, but Ai Qian feels more and more unreal.

Thinking of the soreness here, she let out a breath and raised her head slightly to blink her eyes.Suddenly a car drove up in sight.

This car overlaps with the white car in memory, I don't know if Qin Zishuang deliberately separates it for public and private use, or if she likes the white color better.

Then I saw the car stop in front of me.

The car window rolled down, Qin Zishuang's face appeared behind the window, she didn't look at Ai Qian, and shouted, "Get in the car."

-

Ai Qian didn't expect Qin Zishuang to appear here at all. She got in the car and fastened her seat belt, put the things in the bag under her feet, and Qin Zishuang started the car.

Tightening the scarf tightly, Ai Qian sniffed and asked, "Did you pass by so coincidentally?"

Qin Zishuang turned the car around, glanced at the road sign and shook his head, "I'm here to pick you up."

Pick her up?Ai Qian paused, looked at Qin Zishuang, and made sure that she had heard correctly, but she still asked "Huh?" in confusion.

Qin Zishuang smiled, turned his head, "Let's see if you're crying."

Ai Qian was startled, pursed her lips, and instantly understood the meaning of her words, so she knew it, but how much did she know?

But it's not surprising, since she can live in the house, she won't be unaware.

"It's so fragile." Ai Qian lowered her head, but if Qin Zishuang hadn't appeared suddenly just now, she might have really cried.

I don't know when it started, but Qin Zishuang's hostility towards her seems to be gradually decreasing, and it even makes her feel like Qin Zishuang descended from the altar. Sometimes she really looks like her parents, sometimes she looks like her sister, and sometimes she looks like her father. ...

like what?

The car stopped before the red light, and the countdown to the red envelope was beating for more than one minute ahead. Pedestrians passed in front of them without rushing, and they could still see the white mist in the air while talking.

Qin Zishuang waited, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger rhythmically, which was especially obvious in the quiet box.

With nothing in front of his eyes, and unconsciously watching a couple passing by, Qin Zishuang suddenly said, "You are still young, so you don't need to be too sensible."

With such a sudden sentence, Ai Qian glanced at her in a daze.

Of course she knew what Qin Zishuang was talking about, and it was rare for someone to mention it to her. Ai Qian struggled for a while, relaxed, and replied without any precautions, "I'm not young anymore, do they have any fun in hiding it from me?"

Qin Zishuang interrupted her, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "You are still a child, you clearly know that they do more things than you know, since they intend to keep you from knowing, why do you bother to investigate, Feng Yu treats you Your concern is real, you just enjoy it.”

Of course Ai Qian knew, that's why she pretended to be ignorant and followed all their arrangements. They kept it from her, and she kept it from her.

But she still suffers.

Ai Qian looked forward: "What do you know? Can you tell me everything?"

Qin Zishuang smiled, "I can't." She sighed: "Don't think too much, senior students should not worry about these things."

Ai Qian hummed, "Got it."

The car was still driving on the road, still some distance away from home. With Qin Zishuang's consent, Ai Qian turned on the music. They were all gentle old songs, love songs and others. went in.

I don't know if it's because of the companionship, or because of the few succinct chats just now, Ai Qian's mood is much better, and now she can hum a few words along with the melody.

Sometimes I feel that old songs also have the charm of old songs, and some things that are popular now are too exaggerated in line with the trend.

She closed her eyes slightly to rest, and suddenly remembered a bag of things under her feet. She sat up straight, lowered her head and put the bag on her lap, and said, "My mother said I bought something for you."

Qin Zishuang looked at her startled look with lowered eyebrows.

Then Ai Qian rummaged in the bag for a while, found a box of unfamiliar packaging, and took it out, all of which were in English, she looked at it and said to herself, "It should be this, but what is this?"

Qin Zi took a double glance and replied, "Smoke."

cigarette?Ai Qian turned around, and sure enough, she saw the imported cigarettes that began with M in capitalized English "FILTER CIGARETTES" on the top.

"Are you smoking?" Ai Qian asked while shaking the things in her hand.

Qin Zishuang nodded, "Occasionally." But when that occasional craving came on, she still smoked too much, "Your mother really has a heart."

Ai Qian nodded, looked around and asked, "Where to put it?"

Qin Zishuang looked at the road conditions, "Take it back and put it at home."

She stuffed the things back again, and it looked like a lot of bags, so what the mother meant was the rent?

This room was rented, so why is it a bit of a bribe.