There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Several people were clamoring around the door of the teacher's office, and the sharp female voice was particularly abrupt. Standing in the middle, Qi Yan looked dazzling because of her height. She held her head slightly up and didn't speak. The expression on her face couldn't be seen from this distance.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart tightened. He had a hunch that it was not a good thing, and walked over with his legs reluctantly.

"It's said that my son didn't mean it. What does the child know at his age? You have no measure of being a teacher, and you beat the child like this..." The speaker was a middle-aged woman with a low ponytail and stature. He was short and squat, with messy hair curling on his forehead, and a pair of dangling eyes were full of meanness.

She talked to the boy who was standing next to her, and said, "Look! The face hasn't been swollen yet!"

The boy was tall and thin, and looked a little weak, with his head shrunk as if he was conscientious. Those dangling eyes were almost carved out of the same mold as a middle-aged woman. His left cheek was a little red, and there were faint fingerprints floating around, and he couldn't see clearly if he didn't look closely.

"My son was sent to the school well, so that you beat him like this? Whose kid doesn't make mistakes, do you need this kind of cruel hand! The current teachers are really awkward..."

The middle-aged woman stared at Qi Yan ferociously, cursing.

Qi Yan's face turned pale, his chin held up slightly, and he looked at her quietly, with a deep chill in his deep eyes, and said nothing.

Yang Qing couldn't stand it anymore, and he went forward and theorized, "What is being a teacher without measurement? Your son is called obscenity | Isn't it okay? One sentence is over not intentional? The mouth is on him, and everything is said. Right, right? I dare to attack the teacher now, I'm a grown-up!"

Another onlooker teacher also helped: "Yes, no one knows what the real situation is. It is all up to the child to say with one mouth, what if he lied and framed it? It is impossible for Teacher Qi to hit someone for no reason."

"You mean my son lied? How old can he lie?"

As he approached, he clearly heard the words "obscene", Lu Zhiqiao's brain buzzed, his heart plummeted, and he rushed forward, "What happened?"

The quarrel was interrupted, and several people turned their heads and looked over.

At that moment, Qi Yan's breathing was stagnant, and his clenched fists snapped loose, and the thick and melancholic darkness in front of her eyes was torn apart, the light shined into her eyes through the cracks, and the dead ashes turned into dust.

She subconsciously wanted to stretch out her hand, but suddenly realized something. The hand that was raised in the air shrank back abruptly, pretending to brush her hair naturally, suppressing all the emotions in her eyes.

Joe Joe.

How come you.

"Are you?" Yang Qing asked suspiciously.

"I..." Lu Zhiqiao opened his mouth, reacted quickly, looked at Qi Yan and said with a smile: "Teacher Qi, I will pick up my daughter from school."

Just now, her brain rushed over, she didn't care about anything. At this moment, she woke up suddenly. She is just a parent. She has no identity and no position to interfere with the teacher and other parents. She can only show the reason first and give herself one. A step to go down.

Obviously something happened. The other parents came to Qi Yan's troubles. Her funny way of interrupting was useless at all. If she didn't cover it in time, it would be suspicious.

Fortunately, she controlled herself and responded promptly.

"Huh, are you also a parent?" Before Qi Yan could speak, the middle-aged woman spoke.

She patted her hands, thinking that she had found the Allied army, and she opened her voice and said, "Then you will also judge. My son was playing with his classmates in the classroom this morning. Boys, pushing and shoving are normal. It happened that Teacher Qi was there. Next to him, someone who didn't pay attention to encounter teacher Qi X, and was slapped like this. You take a look."

Then he pointed at the boy's face.

"My son said he was pushed by his classmates. This is obviously not intentional. The child is so honest at home and has never bullied a female classmate since he was a child. How could he deliberately do this kind of thing? Still obscene? responsible!"

"It must be because my son is not pleasing to the eye. Which teacher is okay to go to the back of the classroom between classes, and find an excuse here, deliberately! This kind of teacher may also bully your daughter..."

The woman kept twittering, like an old sparrow, very noisy.

Lu Zhiqiao's face became more stiff, and an unknown flame hit his head, and interrupted in a deep voice, "That is to say, your son really got his hands, and he touched a place he shouldn't touch."

The woman choked.

"Do you know what self-defense is? Since your son did meet the teacher, and the teacher reacted instinctively out of self-defense, there is nothing wrong. Or do you think the teacher should tell your son that he had a good encounter? Encourage him?" Lu Zhiqiao His expression was calm, but he was aggressive.

This woman babbled and babbled for a long time, and Che Zhuren said repeatedly, it was nothing more than feeling that her child had been wronged, desperately to excuse her, and even spilled dirty water.

He also confuses the public, trying to create unwarranted opposition and draw her into his camp.

Parents who do not have opinions can easily be strayed in.

Everything has a cause to have an effect. It is ridiculous to use an effect to infer the cause, and it is even more foolish to create contradictions.

"Hey, the kid didn't mean it..."

"Is the teacher deliberate?" Lu Zhiqiao sneered, his eyebrows filled with bitter pressure.

"If you are wronged, you are indebted, and Teacher Qi is also a victim. You said that your son was pushed, you should go to the person who pushed your son to settle the account. He dared to push your son to the teacher today, and he will dare to push your son to the teacher tomorrow. Push your son into a car crash. At such a bad age, you are joking about the safety of your classmates. Playing too much is a crime. As a parent, aren’t you afraid?"

After a few words hit the point, the middle-aged woman was speechless.

If the parent could still understand some things, he would naturally know that it was not the teacher who should be looking for, but the parent of the student who pushed his son, but judging from her unreasonable attitude, 80% of it still troubled Qi Yan.

It's like a car driving normally, hitting a person who suddenly jumped out of the road and wanted to commit suicide, and accidentally killed him. If the family members have no conscience, they will have to misrepresent the driver with some money.

She is a bystander who has no stand to intervene, and she has no right to interfere.

She tried her best.

Lu Zhiqiao thought so.

Qi Yan turned his head to look at Lu Zhiqiao, his eyes were indifferent, his hands behind his back gripped his clothes tightly. She quickly looked away, pressed her lips tightly, her eyes were a little moist, and she blinked gently, still expressionless.

Joe Joe.

Why are you here.

"Then..." The middle-aged woman was stunned for a while, then turned to ask the boy: "Yang Yang, who pushed you?"

"It seems to be Xu Ming... or Li Jinyue..." The boy scratched his head, not quite sure. At that time, he was walking in the front, and the three classmates in the back were dumbfounded after being beaten, and didn't pay attention to who pushed him.

At this moment, it was not clear for a while.

The woman frowned, looked at Qi Yan, and then looked at Lu Zhiqiao, her eyes clearly filled with fear, and she curled her lips and said, "It's weird, you are also a parent. If you talk to the teacher like this, you don't need to give gifts and arrange for it. ?"

Hearing the sound, Qi Yan's heart jumped sharply, and subconsciously raised his head to look at Lu Zhiqiao, the worry in his eyes flashed away.

The gift-giving hat is too heavy to hold. Lu Zhiqiao used to kidnap her as a teacher, and he most minded what interests she might have. The two of them had tried their best to avoid suspicion. It was just such a coincidence today, a troublesome thing, and both of them were pulled in at the same time.

Although there is no gift-giving|bribery relationship between them in the strict sense, they are actually much closer than this.

The accusation is false, but it is not wrong.

Qi Yan doesn't care about herself, at most she resigns, but she doesn't want to hurt Lu Zhiqiao, she doesn't want the pure relationship between the two to be stigmatized, she doesn't want to fear every day, secretly, desperately restraint, and she doesn't want to fear the guidance and ridicule that may come to her head at any time. And insult.

Work is because of dreams and happiness. If the dream is shattered and happiness cannot be found, there is no need to stick to it.

At this moment, she moved the thought of leaving.

What about Jojo?

How to explain?

"It's useless to transfer contradictions, you are just arguing." Lu Zhiqiao looked at her indifferently and replied lightly.

"You don't dare to go to other people's parents, and you don't care about the safety of your children. You only think that the teacher is a soft persimmon, so bully. I advise you to keep a bit of morals and give your son a way out. Your son’s classmates, if something happens in the future, Teacher Qi will have to preside over justice."

The woman's words are temporarily blocked: "You..."

"What's the matter? It's noisy." A thick male voice came from behind, everyone turned their heads, and a serious middle-aged man walked over.

Qi Yan held his breath: "Principal Pan."

Vice President of Academic Affairs Pan Mou.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan knew that the matter was endless. After the student jumped from the building last time, she had lost confidence in the leader. No matter what, she would suffer a loss this time. When the middle-aged woman heard that she was the principal, she immediately became excited, her momentum rose instantly, biting Qi Yan and beating his son, she insisted on giving an explanation.

There are still a few minutes before school, and the two sides are arguing on their own. Principal Pan didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he sent the onlookers in a few sentences and took them to watch the surveillance.

Lu Zhiqiao watched Qi Yan go away...

They can't even exchange eyes.

There was a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of her heart, and she felt more and more insignificant, unable to help, unable to do anything for Qi Yan, and might even cause Qi Yan to trouble.

Repression, restraint, and forbearance are not free.

Lu Zhiqiao stood there for a while, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class. She turned her head to look at the classroom of the first grade (2) opposite, took a stiff step, and walked over like a machine.

…

The monitoring record was very clear, and the screen showed Qi Yan standing in the corridor near the back door of the class, looking towards the stairs. Several students came out from the back door of the classroom. Du Shuyang walked in front, stepped out of the door with one foot, and leaped forward suddenly, catching Qi Yan off guard.

The inertia caused the two of them to hit the corridor fence, and Du Shuyang’s hand touched Qi Yan’s x...

Replaying slowly, at the moment Du Shuyang pounced on Qi Yan, the boy who was slightly to the right behind his back retracted his hand. The boy was named Li Jinyue. Switching to the monitoring in the classroom again, a few boys have indeed been playing around.

Only the details are difficult to distinguish.

When Du Shuyang passively rushed towards Qi Yan, he subconsciously hugged her shoulders with both hands. Then the two hit the fence and accidentally dropped their hands on Qi Yan's x. In the next second, Qi Yan pushed him away very quickly and slapped him. Slapped him.

Whether it’s fast or slow, how many times you can’t distinguish deliberately or unintentionally.

"I really didn't mean it..." The boy was so aggrieved, he looked like he was about to cry.

After watching the surveillance, the middle-aged woman felt that she was in reason. She insisted that Qi Yan apologize to her son and asked Qi Yan to severely criticize the boy who pushed her son on her behalf.

It is no longer meaningful to argue about whether the hands are deliberate. It is difficult to guarantee that the parents of the students will not scold any nasty words. Qi Yan only wants to end this matter as soon as possible, so he compromised: "Your son should apologize to me, too."

"Why? It's you—"

"Okay." Principal Pan was interrupted by the quarrel, frowning and interrupting, "Apologize to each other. Your son ran into Teacher Qi first. She was a legitimate defense, but the shot was not serious. Understand?"

The woman flushed with anger. Seeing the principal said so, she couldn't argue for anything, so she pulled the boy's hand and looked in her eyes.

"Teacher Qi, I'm sorry..." he said lowly.

Qi Yan hooked his mouth and sneered: "I'm sorry, Du Shuyang, I beat you too hard." After speaking, he squinted the woman and turned away.

The fine raindrops pattered down, splashed the transparent flying water, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rolled in the clouds.

It's when school is over, and the campus is full of noise.

Qi Yan returned to the North Teaching Building, took the umbrella, and went upstairs against the crowd.

At this time of the day, the stairs are crowded, and the children are swarming to go home, so they can go up and keep to the right. She was now against the wall, drowning in the crowd going downstairs, her ears buzzing, weak and tired.

A trace of boredom popped up.

Fortunately, she still has a wall to post, and the students will consciously give way when they see the teacher, so that she will not be squeezed down.

For about two or three minutes, Qi Yan climbed to the fourth floor with a folding umbrella, and when he turned a corner, he saw Lu Zhiqiao standing in front of the office with his daughter. Lips curled up, showing a comfortable smile.

She didn't seem to have climbed the stairs, but came back through all kinds of hardships, and reunited with the people who had been waiting for her in the warmest harbor.

All bitterness is not worth mentioning.

"Ms. Qi." Lu Weigui called out.

The fourth floor to the north is the site of the third grade, and there is only one class before school, so it is relatively quiet, and there are not so many people walking around at the moment. Even so, Qi Yan couldn't express too much joy. She smiled, suppressing the emotions in her eyes, walked over calmly, and whispered: "It's okay, you take Niuniu back first. Anything to say at night."

The two kept a normal distance, not far or near.

"...Okay." Lu Zhiqiao stared at her, worried words poured into his mouth and swallowed, his throat was a little blocked, "Waiting for you to eat."

"Um."

Lu Zhiqiao pursed her lips and smiled, the black tear mole at the end of her eyes was overshadowed, she took her daughter's hand tightly, looked away reluctantly, walked over Qi Yan slowly, and walked towards the stairs.

When I turned the corner, I glanced sideways.

Qi Yan also happened to turn around to look at her.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Dinner was eaten at 901. Lu Zhiqiao rarely has time to cook, and most of what Qi Yan likes is what he cooks. In fact, she didn't specifically choose which ones Qi Yan loved or didn't love. She just remembered when she was buying vegetables and bought a lot.

The dinner table was quiet and didn't say anything.

Qi Yan's expression was dull and absent-minded. When the dishes in the bowl were finished, he did not pick up the rice, and ate the rice one bite at a time. Lu Zhiqiao was watching. Seeing her like this, his heart was anxious, he wanted to say something, and he felt that he would not comfort others. Many words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't vomit.

"Teacher Qi, my mother made this specially for you. She said you like to eat it." Lu Wei took most of the minced eggplant and put it in Qi Yan's bowl, grinning.

Lu Zhiqiao's chopsticks stopped.

Qi Yan returned to his senses, lowered his eyes to look at the eggplant in the bowl, raised his eyebrows at the mother and daughter, took a bite, chewed carefully, swallowed, and boasted, "The eggplant made by Joe Joe is delicious. ."

"Jojo?" The little girl was surprised, "Is it my mother's nickname?"

Lu Zhiqiao's scalp was numb and his face blushed.

"Yeah, you are Niuniu, she is Jojo, and I am Yanyan."

"Hahaha, neat and tidy?"

"Little girl." Lu Zhiqiao whispered, "Don't laugh when you eat, wait until it's choking."

"Oh~"

The little girl lowered her head to concentrate on eating.

Qi Yan pursed his lips and smiled, raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Zhiqiao, who also happened to look at her secretly, his eyes caught off guard, he was taken aback, and he hurriedly put aside his face and pretended to look at the dishes on the plate.

After eating, Qi Yan didn't sit down much, and went back early.

She didn't mention a word about what happened later in the afternoon. She was clearly in a bad mood at the dinner table, but she cooperated with the child to smile and pretended to be like, but she couldn't hide from Lu Zhiqiao's eyes. Obviously, things turned out not very well.

Lu Zhiqiao felt uneasy, cleaned up the kitchen, urged her daughter to do homework, and knocked on the opposite door.

It took a long time before the door opened.

Qi Yan was standing under the lamp in his pajamas, his face a little haggard, his long hair dangled casually, and his dark brown eyes lit up at the moment he saw Lu Zhiqiao, regaining some expression. She grabbed Lu Zhiqiao by the wrist, pulled the person in, closed the door, and couldn't wait to hug him.

"Jojo..."

She is waiting for her.

She knew she would come.

It was like suddenly appearing in front of her in the afternoon.

With the light scent of cedar lingering on the tip of his nose, Lu Zhiqiao quietly nestled in Qi Yan’s arms, letting her hug it, feeling the tightening of the arms between the waist, and then clinging to her shoulders as if in response, whispering softly: "I exist."

Qi Yan hummed and pecked at her ear.

Thin|soft lips outline the shape of her ears, little by little, inch by inch, not letting go of every corner, and finally stopped on the earlobe, sucking|stuck carefully.

Lu Zhiqiao trembled|trembling, a little uncomfortable, groaned in his throat, tilted his head, and asked vaguely: "How...how is the matter? The principal didn't embarrass you, right?"

"No, apologize to each other." Qi Yan chased to find her earlobe.

"You have to apologize too?" Lu Zhiqiao was startled and anxious, "Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, let this matter go." Looking for the earlobe, Qi Yan closed his eyes and wandered around|grinding recklessly.

Lu Zhiqiao was silent immediately, and softly | snuggled in her arms.

The temperature of the lips is slightly | burning, and the breath is also the same, the ears are red and hot. Qi Yan did not stay for long, slowly moved along the cheekbones to the end of the eye, carefully plucked the mole of tears, and tasted it gently.

In the living room, the lights are dim, the surroundings are silent, and the quiet environment is hazy, like adding fuel to the fire, which is more and more overwhelming.

"Qiao Qiao..." Qi Yan whispered.

"Um."

"Do you care about me?" she asked.

Lu Zhiqiao froze, his heart seemed to have been punctured, and all the rich, complicated, and messy things flowed out, and it was full of taste. She hummed softly and said, "I care."

The unexpected answer was simple and decisive, Qi Yan's heart trembled, and he took a deep breath and hugged her tightly.

"Do you like me?"

Qi Yan never asked this question formally, he dared not ask, and was afraid to hear an answer that made him desperate.

This afternoon, it was probably the most gloomy time in her career as a teacher. She thought she had finally met something disgusting and was about to be completely crushed, but she did not expect Lu Zhiqiao to suddenly appear in front of her.

Without warning, caught off guard, suddenly appeared like a god.

She has seen anyone and can handle everything, but when she saw Lu Zhiqiao at that time, she suddenly felt that she was so fragile, and she needed someone to hold her hand and give her a hug.

So Joe Joe came.

She can't wait.

There was a moment of silence, the air was frozen, Qi Yan waited quietly for an answer, hearing his heart beating wildly in his throat.

"like."

"!"

Lu Zhiqiao buried his face in Qi Yan's hair, closed his eyes, and said softly, "But I don't understand, and neither will I. You give it to me, I can't give you..."

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