There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

After teaching for more than three years, Qi Yan has never seen anything disgusting. She still thought so two days ago. But reality slapped her hard.

On the day when he was called to talk by the leader, Qi Yan in the office violated his intentions and promised that he would be tight-lipped and would not tell anyone about it, and even forgot his identity as an eyewitness. Yang Qing did the same. The girl didn't sleep all night and was going to see a psychiatrist.

At the same time, the parents of the students who jumped from the building brought the old man to the school gate crying and raising banners. When the old man sat on the ground, the security guard only dared to reprimand and dare not touch.

As for later...

The parents had a trouble at the school gate for a day, and were invited into the leadership office, but did not make trouble the next day. Each class teacher strictly forbids students in their class from discussing this matter, and reporters who want to interview are always stopped at the door. At first, the outside world has different opinions, but in the end, they unified the caliber: the girl committed suicide because of the pressure of studying.

There is a voice on the Internet that "the children now are fragile and hypocritical".

In less than three days, things were handled cleanly, the insignificant splashes that were turned up quickly calmed down, life remained the same, and the teaching order remained the same.

The attached middle school is still attached.

It's just that the second and seventh classes suddenly changed their math teachers. Xu Shoukui was nowhere to be seen on campus. He didn't know where he was going, and there was no teacher to talk about in the office, as if things had never happened.

Sometimes, Qi Yan thought that what he saw that day was an illusion.

Did students really jump off the building?

Did you really die in front of her?

Those faint eyes, red blood all over the floor, could it be the memory of her insanity, pulled out of horror movies?

When Qi Yan returned to her parents' house that day, Ms. Lin asked what was going on. She looked at her mother's worried face with a nervous expression, and suddenly hoped to hear a few more nagging words that bore her. She moved her lips, showed her best acting skills of her life, and smiled brilliantly.

"Mom, it's okay. The kids are under a lot of pressure to study, so I didn't want to start it for a while."

Ms. Lin's wrinkled face resembling a daffodil turned into bun folds, and she turned on the chattering mode:

"The children nowadays are all treasures. They can't be touched. They are spoiled and spoiled. That's how they will be pressured. If you get closer, you will have to compete for the high school entrance examination. If you go farther, you will find life in the society in the future, and some will suffer. , Then jump off the building at every turn?"

"Mom, am I being spoiled too?" Qi Yan said with a smile.

Ms. Lin frowned and waved her hand: "I and your dad give you respect, can it be the same as those parents who only spoil you?"

"..."

"I never quarrel with your dad in front of you. No matter how irritating things happen outside, they don’t go home and let go. When there was no money before, I didn’t emphasize that we are poor in front of you. , I owe us. I ask you, which parents can do this?"

Ms. Lin was talking, her tone couldn't help being narcissistic, her mouth pursed, and she was a little unhappy because she was misunderstood by her girl and was wronged.

"Those children who are mentally fragile are usually spoiled. Let me make an analogy. It looks like a canary in a cage. It looks like a treasure. It is delicious and delicious, but it is actually tied to death. I'm holding back everywhere..."

Makes sense.

Qi Yan nodded thoughtfully, smiled and hugged her dear old mother. But Ms. Lin didn't give up, she must be stunned when she seized the opportunity.

"Is the head teacher of the student who jumped off the building okay? Oh, it's really bad luck to have this kind of thing. I saw online saying that it was caused by the head teacher, and that it was scolded by the math teacher, and the math teacher was also unlucky."

"Yeah, be careful. If you can control the children in your class, don't worry, don't care if you can't. It's not our own children. You can protect yourself, understand? If something happens every day, you still stay there. I'm afraid to die..."

Ms. Lin hugged her daughter and kissed and hugged her. The dumpling became unhappy, she stretched out a paw to grab her arm, and meowed twice.

No one cares about it.

Qi Yan patted Ms. Lin's shoulder comfortingly, smiling stiffly: "I know, I will pay more attention."

In the past, she was the most annoyed to hear the old mother say these, three sentences can be ten sentences, but now she can't think of any words to refute. She was a little tired, her mind hadn't been relieved yet, and the fiery temperature in her heart had dropped a little, and she couldn't exert her strength.

She thought that she should learn to be a deaf-mute person.

Qi Yan took a week off from school and rested at home.

She lives in 901 and sleeps with Lu Zhiqiao at night. She thinks she is honest, but she wakes up in Lu Zhiqiao's arms or Lu Zhiqiao's arms every morning. The two of them have entwined hair, breathed intersecting, and used each other as pillows for each other, adapting very well.

Lu Zhiqiao is busy at work and can't be with her at all times, but try to get off work on time every day. Occasionally, the two of them buy vegetables and cook together, and pick up their daughter from school.

A happy family of three.

Warmth and companionship are good medicines for heart trauma. Qi Yan obviously feels that her condition is much better. She closes her eyes and no longer thinks of those scenes. Perhaps it is because her self-hypnosis has had an effect-it's an illusion, and what she sees is all Hallucinations.

On weekend mornings, Lu Zhiqiao had to work overtime, and Qi Yan stayed with his "daughter" at home, cleaned up the hygiene, and then went to buy groceries. At about eleven o'clock, Lu Zhiqiao came back, and the two were cooking together.

"I always feel that Niu Zai is a bit abnormal recently."

She put on the newly bought apron and glanced at the second lying, the door of the room was always closed tightly.

Qi Yan was taken aback, walked around behind her, bowed his head to tie her belt, hesitated for a while and said: "Actually, I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but... it's not too serious. I didn't think about how to tell you. Who knows I just ran into it a few days ago..."

One hand covered her mouth.

Lu Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows and lightly scolded: "Don't think about it."

With warm palms and thin|soft lips, Qi Yan subconsciously puffed out and kissed him. Lu Zhiqiao immediately let go of his hand and gave her a sideways glance. She took the hand back and held it, and smiled coquettishly: "I didn't think about it, I forgot it."

"Is there something about Niuniu at school?" Lu Zhiqiao turned away and sorted the ingredients with one hand.

Seeing her inconvenience, Qi Yan let go. "The last time you went to Norway on a business trip, I found that she was reading romance novels and online articles on her mobile phone. I wanted to tell you in time. I was afraid that you would be distracted by work. I wanted to wait. Wait a minute." He picked up the potatoes and peeled them.

"Then I found out that she would read similar books, comics, etc. during the breaks in school."

"Where did she come from?" Lu Zhiqiao frowned, "I haven't bought it for her."

The kind of unnutritious books in her impression are the easiest to indulge and affect her study. She will never let her daughter read. For this reason, she often uses cleaning the room as an excuse to quietly look at her daughter's room. She was pretty sure that she didn't have a copy at home.

Qi Yan smiled helplessly: "Maybe I asked my classmates to borrow it. It's normal for the little girls to pass on to each other. It was the same when I was in school, and I wrote it in my notebook."

"Does she watch it in class?"

"I haven't in my class, other classes...Occasionally I will go on patrols, and I haven't seen her in class." Qi Yan recalled carefully. As he spoke, he had already peeled the skins of two big potatoes. She took a cutting board and a kitchen knife, and cut the potato shreds.

Lu Zhiqiao's eyebrows were not loose, his face was a little ugly, his lips were tight and he didn't speak.

Qi Yan glanced sideways at her, knowing that she was impatient again, and hurriedly relieved: "Children of this age...his!"

There was a sharp tingling from her fingers, and she subconsciously threw the kitchen knife away, choked, and looked down at her hand. Just now, he was anxious to speak, and cut his index finger without paying attention. Blood suddenly poured out, and it was stained with potato chips that hadn't been shredded, and the stars were red.

At that moment, Qi Yan was stunned, and the dazzling scarlet smeared before her eyes. She was caught off guard and thought of a certain scene, but before he could see it clearly, Lu Zhiqiao grabbed her wrist and leaned forward, his eyebrows tightened.

"..."

She squirmed her lips, did not speak, grabbed Qi Yan's hand and went out to the living room, digging out the saline solution and band-aids from the medicine cabinet.

Qi Yan stared at her tightly frowning eyebrows, and the tension in her black eyes that had always been indifferent and watery. For a while, he forgot all the associations, and a warm current flowed in his heart, which was both funny and helpless.

Break a little skin, not so much.

"Small injury, it's okay, I'll do it myself." Qi Yan stretched out his other hand to get the cotton swab.

Lu Zhiqiao patted her hand away, and murmured, "Don't move!" Then he took the cotton swab and gently wiped the blood on the index finger. The wound was exposed, not deep, but not shallow. The length almost crossed the fingertips. Still bleeding constantly.

Qi Yan didn't dare to move, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but **** up.

Joe Joe is so fierce.

But she likes to see her fierce.

After treating the wound, Lu Zhiqiao tore a band-aid to wrap Qi Yan's index finger, and whispered: "Don't cut vegetables, the kitchen is handed over to me." Packed up the medicine box, put it in the cabinet, got up and went back to the kitchen.

Qi Yan is willing to listen, even if she doesn't work, she can stay with her in the kitchen. She hurried to follow up, and before Lu Zhiqiao wrinkled her eyebrows, she rushed over and hugged him: "I won't cut vegetables, I'll be with you."

He said so, but he still helped, turning on the faucet with one hand, washing vegetables, loading dishes, wiping the countertop and so on.

When Lu Zhiqiao was cooking, Qi Yan hugged her from behind, warm and warm close to her, the two aromas intertwined, but she always pressed her lips, her brows and eyes were cold, Qi Yan was puzzled for a while and pecked cautiously. The tip of her ears whispered: "Jojo?"

"Um?"

"Uh, you just said that you think Niuniu is abnormal, what do you mean?" Qi Yan casually talked about it.

Facts proved that the topic was wrong. Lu Zhiqiao finally stretched his eyebrows and twisted it up again. The fine folds were uncomfortable to look at. She whispered: "It's nothing, it just feels like she's not as sticky to me as before, and I didn't even say a few words when I went home."

Qi Yan interrupted her thoughts, and she lost her interest.

Just now this person accidentally cut her hand and bleeds a little bit of blood. She buzzed in her mind for a few seconds, and she became nervous and suddenly remembered the scene of the day when she was bitten by a snake in the rain forest. It seems that they have changed their positions and relationships, but their moods are exactly the same, but she understands that her nervousness is nothing compared to Qi Yan's that day.

Feeling irritable, he secretly scolded Qi Yan for being stupid, and he could cut every vegetable.

"Why do I still..." Qi Yan smiled briskly and comforted: "At this age, self-awareness is relatively strong and normal. Little girls will always grow into big girls slowly."

Lu Zhiqiao humbled, and put a half tablespoon of salt into the dish.

I was talking about my daughter, but at the moment she lost her mind for some reason, her head was full of secret thoughts, quite melancholy, but she couldn't think of a reason.

Does she also like Qi Yan?

As soon as the thought came out, Lu Zhiqiao's arm trembled, and his shovel slammed into the dish, panicking.

Dependence and liking are two concepts, which are easy to confuse. If she regards her psychological dependence on Qi Yan as a liking, wouldn't it be unfair to Qi Yan? That would hurt Qi Yan too.

Qi Yan was so kind to her, so good that she sometimes couldn't resist, so she turned into dependence, which was reasonable and reasonable.

"What's the matter?" Qi Yan held her arm.

"It's okay." Lu Zhiqiao smiled and changed the subject, "I'm going out this afternoon." After saying that, without waiting for Qi Yan to ask, he subconsciously added: "Follow Zilong to the orphanage and send something, about four or five o'clock. Just come back."

Qi Yan's arm stiffened, and a figure of a man appeared in his mind. He raised his eyebrows and muttered, "It's so intimate..."

Just know.

Lu Zhiqiao thought that if he took the initiative to explain clearly, he would be able to avoid this person's random thoughts. Whoever wants to call it is also a barrier. She reluctantly explained: "Because it is a familiar friend who calls it like this."

"Aren't we unfamiliar?" Qi Yan said sourly, "You still call me with your first name and last name."

"Then what should I call you?"

Call Teacher Qi, not willing, call your name, not willing, just choose a nickname. Lu Zhiqiao thought so.

There was a burst of heat in the ear, warm and sultry, Qi Yan's delicate and charming voice sounded continuously: "It's called Yanyan."

Lu Zhiqiao shuddered and froze instantly, his back was stretched straight, the spatula in his hand was pushed into the dish and stopped moving. The sudden silence, the sizzling noise in the cooking pot, and the buzzing noise of the cooker hood are extremely messy.

"Hurry up and let me hear you, eh?" Qi Yan kissed her ears and smiled.

"Don't make trouble."

"No trouble."

Lu Zhiqiao raised his eyebrows, put aside his face, and said in a low voice, "I think Qi Yan sounds good..." After that, he stir-fried twice at random. When it's almost done, turn off the heat and go get a plate.

Lost, passing in a flash from my eyes.

Their relationship has not reached that point after all, and these few days have been my own illusions.

Qi Yan smiled slightly stiff, but fortunately, Lu Zhiqiao turned his back to her and couldn't see her expression, so he adjusted quickly, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Hmph, it's up to you."

After a nap, Lu Zhiqiao went to "Angel Island" with Wen Zilong. Qi Yan escorted her all the way downstairs to the gate of the community. As expected, she saw the McLaren waiting outside.

Wen Zilong took the initiative to greet Qi Yan, and she only responded politely, grabbing Lu Zhiqiao's hand to drive her into the car, and then said a little loudly: "Come back early, I'll wait for you to eat at home."

Lu Zhiqiao: "..."

The man glanced at Qi Yan, then at Lu Zhiqiao, whose ears were a little red, he seemed to understand something, his gaze was very meaningful.

...

This time I gave a lot of things. The two stayed in the orphanage for a while, and it was almost four o'clock when they came out. On a whim, Wen Zilong proposed to have afternoon tea together.

"How about my friend's newly opened store, how about holding a show?" His brows were gentle and his voice was gentle and calm.

Lu Zhiqiao hesitated, looking at the man's vicissitudes of life, he suddenly felt confused, and it was the strange feeling when cooking at noon, as if he was going around and looking for an exit.

"Okay, let me tell my friend." She nodded, took out her phone subconsciously, and opened WeChat.

"Ms. Qi?"

She paused with her fingertips: "Yeah."

Keep typing.

Make it clear where you are going, with whom, and why, with a few explanations. A short paragraph of text is the longest message she has ever sent to Qi Yan.

At the moment it was sent out, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly regained his senses, and was stunned.

Does she need to explain in such detail?

Without waiting for her to think carefully, Wen Zilong opened the car door and let her get in the car. She shook her head, put her phone away, and got into the co-pilot of the sports car...

The store is located in a noisy commercial street, noisy around, but the interior is very quiet, the decoration style is literary and retro, it is divided into two floors, and the first floor is less crowded. Wen Zilong made a call before entering, and the two of them had just stepped into the door, when they saw the man in his early thirties with pigtails and the appearance of an artist greeted him warmly. It should be the shop owner.

"Brother Long, girlfriend?" The other side winked.

Lu Zhiqiao was about to open his mouth to deny, Wen Zilong shook his head for a second, his expression was slightly serious: "No, friend, don't make jokes."

"Good, good, really embarrassed."

The boss folded his hands together and apologized to Lu Zhiqiao. She smiled and said it was okay.

Because he was a friend, Wen Zilong let him freely, led Lu Zhiqiao to the private room on the second floor, ordered the order, and sat down quietly. No one spoke. Lu Zhiqiao was wandering around, but Wen Zilong was watching her until the waiter brought coffee and snacks to the two of them, and the latter broke the silence.

"You are in love."

Affirmative tone.

Lu Zhiqiao came back to his senses and ran into his insightful gaze. His slender eyelashes trembled and his lips squirmed, "Why do you say that?"

"It feels like your eyes are richer than before, there are things, and...more gentle." He laughed.

The first thing that comes to mind is Qi Yan.

Lu Zhiqiao panicked for a moment, his face was a little unnatural, and denied: "No. You know I'm very busy, so I don't have time to fall in love."

"That is in the period of confusion."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Talked."

"Serious kind."

"very serious."

"..."

There were people coming and going outside the transparent glass window, and there was a lot of traffic. Lu Zhiqiao looked away and fell on a certain point without focus. She didn't know what she was looking at.

The speakers played songs that could not be heard, such as French or German, or the language of a small country. The soft female voice was very full, sometimes low, and what appeared to be the blue sky and the sea in the imagination.

The sea, broad, vast, like her endless worries.

Wen Zilong looked at her quietly, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, which is the same for everyone.

"I--"

Lu Zhiqiao opened her mouth, her words stuck in her throat again, she turned her eyes back, lowered her head and stirred the coffee in the cup, seeming to mutter to herself: "How does it feel to like someone? Or...what will it become?"

"The answer is simple."

"Um?"

Lu Zhiqiao paused holding the small silver spoon and raised his head, and saw Wen Zilong picking up his mobile phone and turning the screen to her: "This is what you are now."

Located next to the window, the light is very strong, and the large mobile phone screen is like a mirror, clearly reflecting Lu Zhiqiao's face.

This face has a soft outline and well-defined lines. It has a smooth and full forehead, faintly raised eyebrows, eyes like apricot nuclei, a teary mole, and a pitiful nose. The nose is slightly sharp, and the lips are plump. The plump, from the face, is a kind and gentle person.

Lu Zhiqiao had never observed his face so carefully.

In the past, her eyes were as pale as water and cold, but now she is more and more moving, as if she has shed her skin, stripped off the cold temperament, revealing the original appearance inside.

She really changed.

...

At five o'clock in the evening, Lu Zhiqiao returned to the community.

There was a long stretched shadow under her feet, and a golden red glow in the sky behind her. She actually thought about it and felt that the scenery was beautiful, so she took out a mobile phone and took a picture and looked at it carefully.

Remembering that there was a courier to pick up, she put away the phone and walked towards the post.

There were a few small three-wheelers at the gate of the post station. It was the last time to pick up the package. Lu Zhiqiao silently read the code to pick up the goods. As soon as he entered, before he opened his mouth, he saw Qi Yan standing at the table, bending over to fill out the courier form.

There is an ID card on hand.

Lu Zhiqiao reported the number and took a step forward. Qi Yan followed the voice and turned around. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows: "I'm back?"

"What are you sending?" She asked not to answer.

He glanced at Qi Yan's ID card inadvertently, and was stunned when he saw the date of birth.

May 7, 1991...

Same day as Niuniu.

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