Qin Ran looked at the message for a while, threw the book to Wei Zihang, and replied with a line of words:
[Is the person who placed the order sick?] 】
She asked for ten times the market price.
Without waiting for the other party to reply, she relied on her fast hand speed and quickly gave the other party two words -
[No answer.] 】
Wei Zihang took her book to pay for it and flipped through the books Qin Ran had chosen. They were not study materials but several original books from abroad. They were basically ignored in the bookstore.
He knew that Qin Ran liked reading. The entire study room at Chen Shulan's house was filled with her books, and she especially liked to read the original text.
Wei Zihang had seen that she always had the original versions of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "The Kite Runner" placed on her bedside.
He put the book on the cashier counter, his fine hair hanging down slightly, but his pair of dark and deep eyes were full of sharpness.
Wei Zihang paid, and Qin Ran didn't argue with him.
...
...
After replying to the message, he put the phone back in his pocket and walked outside first.
Wei Zihang walked towards her with a bag in his hand, holding a dying cigarette in his other hand, ready to find a trash can to throw it away.
"Let's go eat first?" Wei Zihang raised his hand towards her, lowered his head slightly, and asked with a smile.
Qin Ran shook her head. She had to go back to the dormitory and study.
"Give me one." She glanced at him.
"..." Wei Zihang knew what she was saying, so he shrank back and yelled, "No, Grandma Chen will beat me to death."
Qin Ran kicked him and looked at him with her beautiful eyes, cold and fierce.
Wei Zihang reluctantly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Qin Ran, then handed over the lighter.
His lighter was a friction type. Qin Ran's fingers were thin and long, like snow-white jade, with a healthy pink color.
There was a slight "crack" sound, and a faint blue flame jumped out.
A faint smoke rose up, filled with a subtle mint smell. Qin Ran was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, with her No. 1 Middle School uniform loosely draped over her.
He looks very well behaved, but he actually does things that are rebellious.
Her hair was soft and somewhat fluffy, draped behind her head, swaying gently in the wind.
She lowered her eyes, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, her shiny fingertips shrouded in mist, three parts of wildness, three parts of laziness, three parts of casualness, and a part of tranquility that was not easy to see in her on a normal day.
The smoking posture is also very handsome.
Wei Zihang squatted at the intersection to help her watch for people, but he couldn't help but look back with a frown.
He brought Qin Ran cigarettes. A few years ago, Qin Ran knocked on his door in the middle of the night. He saw her covered in blood, with a pair of pale and cold eyes. He didn't know what she had been through.
He mostly doesn't care about her affairs, he doesn't know how to comfort others. He learned to smoke when he was depressed as a child. For people like them, smoking is mostly a psychological need.
That night, he accompanied Qin Ran to smoke all night, and that was it.
But Qin Ran was different from him. She could only smoke a few cigarettes a month, and when she was extremely annoyed, she would hide in his house to smoke.
When he was discovered, he was beaten by his grandmother, but she looked at the two old people with her eyes, and they believed that he had tricked her into beating them.
"Smoking is bad." Wei Zihang poked his head out depressedly, then looked back and tried to persuade the other party earnestly when he saw that there was no one at the intersection.
Now he wished he could go back a few years and strangle himself for handing her the cigarette.
Qin Ran put out the cigarette halfway through and threw it into the trash can.
She took two steps back and straightened her hair. When she heard Wei Zihang's voice, she glanced at him lazily, a low laugh spilled from her throat, and the ending tone seemed to have a hook: "Go away."
"I reflect on myself many times every day. Why did I lead you down this wrong path?" Wei Zihang pulled his collar.
"What's wrong with that?" Qin Ran asked Wei Zihang to hand her the book. Her voice was tired and dull, but she had a cynical smile on her face, but she was confused. "I'm not a good person to begin with."
"You are a good person." Wei Zihang said seriously.
Qin Ran walked forward with the bag, waved in the direction of Wei Zihang, smiled nonchalantly, and finally sighed in a low voice: "That's because you don't understand me."
She returned to the dormitory. There was no one in the dormitory at this time. The time left for evening self-study was short, and most of the senior high school students had returned to class after dinner.
Qin Ran casually placed the book on her desk.
He opened the iron box where ** had been placed, took out a white sleeping pill from it, and swallowed it with water.
After taking the medicine, she did not go to class immediately. Instead, she took out her black backpack, unzipped it, and took out the very heavy black cell phone.
The phone screen is still black.
She pressed her temple and turned on the power button.
In less than a second, the phone lit up, but it was not the main page, but a map page with a red dot on it, which fell on the school infirmary.
**
at the same time.
Lin family.
Lin Jinxuan did not go out today, and the whole family sat at the table to eat.
Lin Qi asked about Qin Ran. He was surprised to hear that she lived on campus, but he didn't say anything. He turned to ask about Principal Xu.
"Do you know Principal Xu?"
Ning Qing and the others did not know the identity of Principal Xu, but Lin Jinxuan, who had returned from the imperial capital, had heard of it.
Ning Qing picked up some food for Qin Yu and said, "My mom told me that Principal Xu went to Ninghai Village to help with poverty alleviation three years ago."
The conversation at the dinner table revolved around Qin Ran for several minutes.
Qin Yu touched the bowl with the spoon.
Several people looked at her, and Lin Qi asked with concern: "What are you thinking about so intently?"
"I seemed to see my sister after school," Qin Yu hesitated, "She was with the people from the vocational high school."
"Vocational high school?" Ning Qing's voice rose slightly, her fingers turning white. "Isn't she from No. 1 Middle School?"
Qin Yu lowered her eyes and clenched the spoon in her hand. "I heard that she had a fight with the people from the vocational high school at noon, and those people came to find her at night. I'm a little worried about my sister..."
"What are you worried about!" Ning Qing's voice was cold, her eyes seemed to hide a knife. She looked at Qin Yu, and finally calmed down her anger. She lowered her voice and said, "Just study hard. Even if she comes to you, ignore her."
I was so angry that I had a myocardial infarction.
Ning Qing was destined not to be able to finish this bowl of rice.
Lin Qi was still eating and didn't ask any more questions.
Qin Ran was his stepdaughter, so he was doing his best to help her arrange accommodation and school.
If the other person was like Qin Yu, he might have been more concerned, but no matter how he looked at Qin Ran, there was nothing worthy of his attention.
He is busy with business and has no time.
“Then let’s clean up the third floor and turn it into a study room for Yu’er.” Lin Jinxuan didn’t care about what happened at the dinner table. He was really curious about Qin Ran, but it couldn’t match his love for Qin Yu.
A genius like Lin Jinxuan, who has had a smooth journey, rarely takes others seriously.
Ning Qing's expression also relaxed.
She will not have any more children, and the Lin family will still belong to Lin Jinxuan in the future. It is very important for her to be valued by Lin Jinxuan.
Lin Jinxuan was indifferent to her, but he was very fond of Qin Yu.
Her position in the Lin family will still depend on Qin Yu.
Since the brother and sister have a good relationship, everything is easy to deal with.
Qin Yu curved her eyebrows and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, brother."
"Let me take a call." Lin Jinxuan nodded slightly, pulled out a chair, stood up, and walked upstairs with his cell phone.
A very gentle middle-aged voice came from the other end of the line, apologetically saying, "Mr. Lin, we can't take your order. I've already had the deposit transferred to your card."
Lin Jinxuan was shocked, his voice was gentle but polite: "Can I know the reason?"
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