shallow to deep

The car quickly arrived at the garage at home, and both of them got out of the car.

There is another distance from the door to the house in the garage. The sky is not beautiful and it is raining now. Although it is not very heavy, it will definitely get wet after passing this way.

It was only then that Ai Qian thought of leaving the umbrella at home.

She glanced at Qin Zishuang who locked the car behind, and she was holding Feng Yu's bag of things in her hand.And obviously she definitely doesn't know how to carry an umbrella.

Qin Zishuang also came up, stood on the edge of the garage, looked up at the sky, then glanced at Ai Qian, then took off his coat, and directly covered Ai Qian's head.

Before the other party realized what was going on, Qin Zishuang took Ai Qian's hand and ran out.

It took only a few seconds to reach the door of the house. Qin Zishuang let go of her hand, and she immediately took off her clothes. Seeing herself refreshed, and Qin Zishuang standing beside him who was a little wet, she felt a little embarrassed, and held the coat in her hands. hand.

Qin Zi double opened the door, and she followed her in. Standing at the door, the two of them saw a man sitting on the sofa with his legs resting on the tea table, eating and watching TV, and laughed loudly.

"Yo, you guys are back." Zhang Shurong threw the melon seed husks into the trash can, and picked up another handful, "I thought I was going to be left here alone."

Only then did Ai Qian realize that today is Sunday, and her tutoring time with Zhang Shurong is on Wednesday night and Sunday night, so she should be here.

She trotted over and glanced at the time on the wall. Half an hour had passed since the tutoring time.

Ai Qian immediately stepped forward, "Mr. Zhang, wait a minute, I'll go get my homework."

When she took out her homework, Qin Zishuang had already gone to the study. Ai Qian was sitting in front of the coffee table, lying on the table, her eyes fixed on a certain place.

"Don't look at it, you won't see anything if you look at it again." Zhang Shurong suddenly blocked her sight with a book, followed her gaze just now to look at the door of the study, turned back, put the exercises on the table, knocked He tapped and asked, "Which university are you going to go to?"

Ai Qian came back to her senses, thinking of Feng Yu's words, she immediately said, "A big one."

Zhang Shurong raised her eyebrows: "My school is fine, but if it's really our school, your current grades are enough."

Ai Qian let out an ah.

They all said that there was a reason for failing the exam last time, and it was just that I was absent-minded that day.

But Zhang Shurong said that, does it mean...

Zhang Shurong looked at her staring blankly at herself, and patted her on the head with a smile: "Are you thinking that I won't come here in the future?"

Ai Qian nodded.

Zhang Shurong shrugged: "I have this idea. You see, I came all the way to give you lessons, but you were late for me. If I hadn't sent Zishuang to pick you up today, wouldn't I have to sit here until tomorrow?"

Ai Qian grabbed a part of her words and blurted out, "You asked her to pick me up."

Zhang Shurong drank water, "Well, what do you think?"

makes sense.

Ai Qian pursed her lips and laughed, and said, "Mr. Zhang, this time was really an accident, and I won't dare again in the future."

Zhang Shurong looked at her watery eyes, rubbed her bangs vigorously, "Alright, since your English hasn't improved at all, I'd better do it again after wronging myself."

Ai stuck out her tongue.

But the English thing really gave her a headache.What Zhang Shurong said about not improving at all is tolerance. In fact, her English has even dropped a lot from the passing line to more than ten points below the passing line. It may be that she has been unlucky recently and Meng's skill has declined. many.

Zhang Shurong helped Ai Qian with tutoring for two hours as usual, and then left right away. Ai Qian watched her drive the car out of the gate of the community before returning.

It had been the voices of two people just now, and her voice writing exercises, but now that it suddenly became quiet, she remembered that there was another person in the study.

She knocked on the door of the study, but there was no response.

After thinking for a while, she boldly opened the door and took a look.

It turned out to be because I fell asleep.

Ai Qian walked over quietly, because the soft carpet was even more silent. She was leaning on the chair with her head propped on one hand, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was still holding a pen in the other hand.

She leaned over, smelled the good smell on her body, pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of her eyes.

Of course there was no response.

She bit her lips and pursed her lips, looking at her closed eyes and slightly opened lips. This defenseless look was much softer than before. Her skin was very white, and it was still glowing under the lamp in front of her.

With this appearance, Qin Zishuang can capture perfect photos from any angle with his camera.

Ai Qian slightly bent her knees, stood in front of her with her hands on her lap, and called softly, "Sister Zishuang."

The person in front of him didn't move.

She moved closer, called out louder, "Qin Zishuang."

Qin Zishuang's eyes opened suddenly, and the two looked at each other without any warning.

It was only then that Ai Qian realized that if her lips moved a little closer, it seemed that they were too close. If she turned so far at any time, their lips might bump into each other.

Qin Zi looked into her eyes for only a second, then turned his gaze to the clock on the table, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "It's so late."

Ai Qian took the opportunity to back up and stand still, and explained dryly: "Well, I knocked on the door and you came in without answering. I was afraid that something would happen to you, but I saw you were sleeping, so I came over to wake you up. Look, this weather It’s so cold, you’ll catch a cold easily if you sleep like this.”

After she finished speaking, she gritted her teeth and scratched her head. What are you talking about? Why are you talking so much.

Fortunately, Qin Zishuang responded lightly and covered the pen in his hand.

"Has Shu Rong left?"

Ai Qian: "Yes."

She nodded, "Go to bed early, I still have things to deal with."

Coming out of the study, Ai Qian took a deep breath, and after walking a few steps, she felt a little inexplicable, and there was nothing to disturb her.

----

After the rain, the sky was clear and the sun was hanging high, adding a touch of warmth to the winter. The playground was full of voices, shouting one after another, and the cheerleaders were also passionate.

Ai Qian was sitting in the auditorium with a bottle of water in her arms, watching several figures of the same color on the basketball court, moving left and right.

Today is the basketball final of the third year of high school. The final class happened to be her class and the liberal arts class next door. Perhaps because of the last game, not only the players on the court, but even the students in the audience were inexplicably excited.

"Go in!" Pan Yanxi suddenly yelled from beside her. Ai Qian took a closer look and saw that her class had scored a goal. She immediately took out the spoon she was wearing around her neck and used her strength to match the cheers of the audience. There was a blow.

The scores of the two classes were evenly divided, and when it was halftime, the liberal arts class had to score one more point.

She and Pan Yanxi were in the front, and she was drinking water leaning on her shoulder at the moment.

"This game is so exciting. Looking at the previous games, I thought our class would definitely win, but now maybe, when Zhang Wenbin from the liberal arts class will become so powerful."

Pan Yanxi put the water on the side of her schoolbag, and said with a smile, "It can't be that some strange seal was broken after the fight last time."

Ai Qian rolled her eyes: "Can't you admit that he has strength?"

Pan Yanxi groaned, looked at Ai Qian with a smile, took her hand suddenly, and smelled her body: "What kind of smell is this, the smell of the husband, you two must be showing affection."

Ai Qian: "Go."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Wenbin walked over from a distance, sat down beside Ai Qian unceremoniously, then dodged the water in Ai Qian's hand, and drank it with his head up.

Ai Qian: ...

Since the fight, the two met frequently at school, chatted occasionally, and even found out that Zhang Wenbin's home was on the same road as Ai Qian, and became acquainted with each other after going back and forth.

But it seems that it is not so familiar.

Zhang Wenbin didn't care, handed her the water back, wiped his mouth casually, and said with a smile: "I thought you wouldn't come to see it today."

When he said it last night, Ai Qian just said to see it.

Ai Qian replied: "At any rate, it's also a game in our class, so it's not justified if you don't watch it."

Zhang Wenbin paused, but did not reply.

On the contrary, Pan Yanxi approached her stealthily, and asked her in an unusual tone of voice: "Student Ai Qian, do you want our class to win at this moment, or do you want their class to win?"

Ai Qian glanced at her, and Zhang Wenbin laughed softly from behind.

In the end, their class won.The referee's whistle sounded, and Zhang Wenbin made the last three-pointer directly. Under the full attention of the audience, the ball missed the basket.

"What a pity, what a pity." On the way home from school, Zhang Wenbin was still sighing, and made a shooting gesture, throwing the air out of his hand, "It's only one point short, what a pity."

Ai Qian looked at him and smiled, and said: "My class is destined to win, so don't regret it."

Zhang Wenbin's shooting hand turned in a different direction, trying to hit Ai Qian on the head, but Ai Qian shrank her head, turned away, and dodged.

The two chatted one after another. A boy from a liberal arts class and a girl from a science class never expected to be able to have such a smooth conversation.

Zhang Wenbin sent Ai Qian back to the entrance of the community as usual.

Ai Qian watched the elder brother guard at the door walking around in his coat, turned around and smiled at Zhang Wenbin, and was about to say goodbye when he saw a familiar white car driving behind him.

Ai Qian paused, seeing the white car slowing down in front of her, the people inside seemed to glance at her, and then drove in again without stopping.

She looked back for a few moments before she said goodbye to Zhang Wenbin, and then ran in quickly.

Zhang Wenbin looked at her back and sighed. He remembered that when he sent her here for the first time, he still sighed about where she lived. Ai Qian shook her head and explained that it was just an excuse. He wanted to ask something more, so Ai Qian put aside the topic.

Aiming at her head, he jumped on his feet and made another shooting posture. Then, as if he had made a shot, he laughed a few times in satisfaction, turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Ai Qian bumped into Qin Zishuang at the door of her house.

She's come back a bit frequently these past few weeks.

She followed her in and changed her shoes. Qin Zishuang threw the gloves on the shoe cabinet, untied his coat and hung it aside, and suddenly asked, "Who was that just now?"

Ai Qian was slightly stunned, and replied, "Students from the class next door."

After hearing this, Qin Zishuang stopped and turned to look at her, then asked, "What's your name?"

Ai Qian was puzzled, but still replied, "Zhang Wenbin."

Qin Zishuang raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing this, but he didn't express anything extra, and walked directly into the back room.