There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

That night was like an expedition. Lu Zhiqiao was a sacred place full of mystery. Qi Yan had fully explored every inch and every corner and was obsessed with it.

Later, she learned that Lu Zhiqiao was the mother of the child, and she sighed from the bottom of her heart that the man didn't look like the one who had given birth to a child at all. Later, after getting some information intermittently, she began to wonder in her heart that Lu Zhiqiao's mother was not quite right.

But she never thought about it in a deeper way.

As long as Lu Zhiqiao didn't tell her personally, she would never guess, so she didn't have to worry about herself. She was not in a hurry to know about this matter. Every day, she was thinking about her wife and children, but it didn't matter how the children came.

Of course, now is a sensitive period between her and Lu Zhiqiao, and all conflicts revolve around the child, and she has to think more about it.

Seeing her staring at the stretch marks, Chi Nian quickly put on her short sleeves to cover her belly, and patted her with a smile: "This is still light, do you know the side cut? It was given to you when the baby was about to be born. **** comes on a knife, hiss...it feels sour. But I heard that the pain of that level is better than having a baby. Think about it, how painful it is to unload the goods."

Obstructed, Qi Yan came back to his senses and looked at her blankly: "Will the side cut leave a wound?"

"Of course it will, but depending on the individual's physique, some scars are particularly obvious, and some are not obvious." Chi Nian raised her eyebrows, with a worried expression on her face, whispering in a low voice that there is a high probability that she would suffer the same cut. Suffer and suffer.

The two went out and returned to the sofa to sit down.

Qi Yan thought about that night again.

She remembered that Lu Zhiqiao was tight and had no scars. Her single finger was still smooth, but two of her fingers felt bound by something, similar to a rubber band...

Based on her experience, it was judged that it was Yin|Daoban at that time.

When I saw Lu Zhiqiao at the parent meeting, she did not react for a while. After repeated contact between the neighbors, she also had doubts, but she knew that Lu Zhiqiao was a single mother and probably rarely had xsh. The so-called "membrane" might grow back. .

But with such a series of connections, combined with the mention today, she felt more and more wrong, and doubts surged in her heart.

Has Lu Zhiqiao ever given birth to a child?

She did not dare to think further.

"Talking."

"Um?"

Qi Yan suddenly returned to his senses and turned his head: "What's the matter?"

"If you were Director Lu, what would you do?" Chi Nian said seriously.

"..."

She grabbed the back of Qi Yan's hand, shook her head and said, "It's okay, you just say it, I don't mind."

Qi Yan smiled helplessly: "Why are you still thinking about this, how long has it passed."

"Indeed, I've been thinking about it." Chi Nian sighed, raised her eyebrows, a trace of melancholy appeared in her black eyes, "I always think that Director Lu is targeting me, but just can't figure it out. She used to take care of me. When I first joined the company , She took me hand in hand, made small mistakes and was very tolerant of me. I don’t know why I said about pregnancy. But when I heard about my mom’s colleague’s daughter, I felt that she didn’t do anything... , Unclear."

Qi Yan stared at her tangled face, and suddenly remembered Lu Zhiqiao's confession at the time.

That was the first time Lu Zhiqiao told her about work, and it was such an extremely sensitive matter. She showed her her ideas, choices, and practices without reservation.

If this kind of thing is not handled well, it is easy to offend people, but Lu Zhiqiao chose to tell her and share his views with her.

In fact, she trusted her too.

A woman who can save her life, she has no reason not to believe that the other party has her in his heart, not only does it, it should also be extremely important.

It's just that she can't feel it many times.

With a sullen heart, Qi Yan shook his head, trying to divert his attention, saying: "If it is me, you will first be a clerical worker in the office, and you will give other people the tasks that need to run away, and then give it a token. You order a simple and easy job. As for whether you can do it or not, this is not something I can decide. I can't say, after all, in that position, that is, a part-time job, it depends on the boss's face."

Her choice was the same as what Lu Zhiqiao did at the time.

Lu Zhiqiao took away the work tasks that needed to go outside and assigned them to other subordinates, but because of the particularity of the position, this action seemed to be a job grab.

Chi Nian pondered for a moment, nodded, and sighed: "Oh, don't say it, anyway, I have resigned, I just stayed for five years and felt a little emotional."

"Yes, it's all over, thinking too much is not conducive to your fetus." Qi Yan agreed, patted her shoulder.

She also didn't want to discuss this matter.

Just like someone asked, "Who would you save first when my wife and mother fell into the water at the same time", how would she answer? There is no way to ignore both, so just jump down by yourself.

After lunch, Qi Yan came out of Chi Nian's house.

The sun was high above her head and the air was a little stuffy. She walked through the cool shade of the trees, avoiding the scorching ultraviolet rays, and hurried into the car.

Thinking about Lu Zhiqiao in his mind, Qi Yan suddenly remembered something that the person had sent her on WeChat yesterday. She saw it this morning, but didn't turn it on, so she forgot after getting up. No wonder I always felt that I had forgotten something at Chi Nian's house just now.

She clicked on WeChat and hesitated.

In fact, I don't want to receive any news about Lu Zhiqiao. I hope that she will be like a signal blocker, shielding everything about that person, so that she can really calm down and sort out her emotions.

That day, she wanted to delete Lu Zhiqiao's WeChat account. She struggled for a long time. One was reluctant, and the other was worried that she was doing too much, and that person had to withdraw from the steps she had finally taken. So she chose to block the dynamics.

She said decisiveness on her lips, but her heart was never far away, like an angry child.

Just like now, she told herself not to click on the file sent by Lu Zhiqiao, but she didn't follow her finger.

Just when I was about to meet, a call came in.

Assistant Feng.

"Hey?"

"Miss Qi, hello, I have sent a work email to your mailbox, please check it in time." In a polite and professional tone.

"understood."

Qi Yan answered indifferently, hung up, thinking about going back to look again, put down his phone and drove away.

There was only a nanny at home. As soon as she entered the door, the dumpling ran over meowing and threw herself sitting on her feet, because she was fat and heavy. Anxious, she directly held the fat cat on the back of her neck, raised it to one side, and rushed upstairs quickly.

Turn on the computer and check the mailbox.

In mid-July, Lapella had a brand show, which was held on a small island in a Southeast Asian country. It lasted three days and two nights, and she needed to accompany her to shoot the whole process. Although it was a work email, at the end it still asked her about her time schedule, indicating that it could be discussed.

Qi Yan likes this kind of polite sense of distance, serious contacts, and innocent relationships.

She had resigned in July. Time is completely free. She can go wherever she wants. After finishing the show, she will arrange a trip for herself.

Qi Yan replied the email, saying that there was no problem.

Turning off the computer, she reopened WeChat and clicked on the document sent by Lu Zhiqiao.

Look down little by little...

The afternoon wind blew in from the balcony, with a hint of warm dryness, the apricot curtains flicked slightly, the light outside the window was mottled, and the fragrance of flowers was diffused. Sometimes a few sparrows passed by, flapping their wings and stopped on the eaves.

The sunlight leaned into the room, and a small spot of light was projected onto the wall, and the gold dyed the wallpaper pattern to outline the beautiful and complicated pattern.

Quiet and quiet weekend afternoon.

Qi Yan sat motionless at the desk, staring at the phone. His long eyelashes were like moth wings, shaking up and down, and the amber eyes were filled with moisture, like a thick layer of frost, gloomy and condensed. Then, her world was windy, raining, lightning and thunder.

For a moment, she took a deep breath, stood up, turned and rushed out of the room.

Halfway down the stairs, Qi Yan stopped abruptly, slumped forward, and leaned on the wall to stabilize his center of gravity. Her eyes widened, her lips half-opened, she panted, and sat down with her arms around her knees, crying bitterly.

She should have thought of...

How can a person grow into a certain shape for no reason? Just like her, with happiness that most people can't get, she grows into the look that most people admire. It's just that she has never thought about it in the opposite direction. On the back of happiness and light, there are suffering and darkness, and her eyes can't see it either.

Niuniu was not Lu Zhiqiao's birth, she thought about it, but because this conjecture was too bold, she was rejected.

Lu Zhiqiao's relatives might have died in an accident. She had thought about it, but also because she didn't dare to think too badly, she rejected it.

She saw that the world was colorful, fresh and interesting, but she couldn't see the many bitterness in the corner, struggling helplessly. Just like Jiang Yu's vision, the environment she is in determines where her eyes can see. She stands tall and only sees the prosperity of Vientiane in the distance, ignoring the desolation and depression in the vicinity.

After the encounter, it was a fierce collision, stimulation, and taste of two completely different people, but it also made both of them exhausted.

Qi Yan raised her head against the wall, tears slid down from the corner of her eyes, she raised her hand and wiped it off, and when she turned her head, she saw the nanny aunt standing downstairs looking at her, her eyes slightly worried, hesitating to come up.

She shook her head, smiled, got up and went back to the second floor room.

A warm wind blew into the room, mixed with a little sunlight, and the fragrance of flowers and plants. Qi Yan closed the door, locked it, and sat on the swing chair on the balcony with his phone in his hand, completely exposing himself to ultraviolet light.

She read the contents of the document again.

The first half states the past, family, and Niuniu's life experience. The second half is the heartfelt message written to her, which not only responded to the letter, but also gave her a determination.

[At first, you swept over me like the wind, destroying the walls that I had bothered to build. I once blamed you and blamed you, but in the end I am willing to open my arms and embrace you, and I am willing to discard the ruins and follow you. The vast world, to build our kingdom. Later, you left me like the wind, leaving me alone to guard this empty ideal country. I was at a loss and panicked, but in the end I wanted to run hard and chase you, and also wanted to break free from the shackles and love Fly with you to a wider world and pursue the happiness that belongs to us. 】

[To confess this to you is not to sell miserables, nor to gain sympathy. I realize my own problem. Even if you never show up, I will face it one day. We all need a little time to calm down. It’s the right choice to be separated temporarily, but I believe that parting is for a better reunion. You should try your best to run forward, but don’t run too far. I’m worried that I won’t be able to catch up with you. Leave me a fuzzy back. 】

[You said that I would like to find a beloved for the rest of my life, then I am the rest of my life, and you are a beloved. 】

…

Qi Yan finished reading silently, tilting her head, her cheeks slightly hot from the sun, she put down the phone, closed her eyes, and listened to her gentle and steady breathing.

There was the sound of birds flapping their wings in the air. She opened her eyes and squinted slightly in the glare of the sun. She saw two sparrows chasing from the eaves to the branches of the trees, and from the branches to the poles, side by side. Close to each other, very intimate.

My face is slightly hot, and my heart is also hot.

At that moment, she wanted to find Lu Zhiqiao, and she couldn't wait to rush to the person immediately, hug and comfort her. This kind of feeling seems to be familiar, and it has happened many times. She always feels sorry for Lu Zhiqiao, but she didn't understand each other. She always took it for granted in the process of chasing and approaching.

If she had gone now, the two of them got back together, still getting along as before, and no one has changed in the slightest.

Falling in love with a responsible mother is destined to be unable to monopolize all the positions in the other's heart. This is a cruel reality. She didn't understand the truth in the past and was reckless. Now she wants to take that step again and has to carefully consider whether she can withstand the occasional balance imbalance and whether she can become a firm and reliable lover of the other party.

Although Lu Zhiqiao said in the document that she would balance the weight of love and family affection in her heart, it was difficult for her to make a choice.

But letting Lu Zhiqiao do the balance is not cruel. It was the daughter of her brother and sister-in-law, the daughter of her brother-in-law who saved her life, and the daughter whom Qi Yan regards as her own. She became naive and jealous with a child.

After much deliberation, she still felt both self-blame and wronged.

What Jojo said that day hurt her too much.

Knowing that it was impulsive, not intentional, but as long as the thought of that person excluded himself from the small family, my heart couldn't help but colic.

Before entering school, Qi Yan only played in his own circle. Although he had met many people and experienced many things, everyone belonged to the same circle and got along well with each other. After entering the school and leaving her original circle, she was severely beaten, and it took four years to realize that she was not suitable.

Qi Yan suddenly lost confidence in himself.

She is not so sure, nor so confident.

The two sparrows parked on the telephone pole flew away, one after the other, flying over the eaves of this house, to the other end. Two new sparrows landed on the telegraph pole, far apart, standing still.

Qi Yan curled his lips, smiled, retracted his gaze, lowered his head and thought about how to reply.

-I'm waiting for you?

No, I seem to be too proactive.

—I won’t run too far?

No, no, it's still too proactive and mean.

-Oh?

Jojo would be sad for being so indifferent, right? What if you don't chase her anymore?

After struggling for a long time, Qi Yan couldn't think of it, and decided not to reply.

She is cold and will not compromise.

In the afternoon, Lu Zhiqiao drove to the countryside alone and into the village where the old house was located.

In the past few years, the countryside has developed very well. The roads have been renovated and refurbished. They are spacious and flat. The green fields on both sides are endless. Every family lives in self-built houses. The small two-story or even three-story houses have white walls and black tiles with large yards, which are better than the city. The villa is also magnificent.

The layout of the houses hasn’t changed much. The previous households are almost the same now, except that the faces of young people are basically invisible on the road, mostly the elderly and children.

Lu Zhiqiao parked his car at the entrance of the village and walked in.

In the scorching sun, the crouched old man walked leisurely with his hands behind his back. Three or four-year-old children were chasing and frolicking on the side of the road. A big yellow dog tied by an iron chain was lying in front of a few homes. Just chew on the bones, and bark a few times when a stranger comes.

When she was a child, she didn't walk around frequently during the holidays, so she almost didn't know the people in the village. Fortunately, the layout didn't change much. With the memory of more than ten years ago, she walked all the way to the old house.

That place has become a pond.

The gloomy stone platform, brown and yellow soil, surrounded by lush weeds, green duckweed floating in the pool water, a few gray-colored ducks swimming in it, making a hoarse rattle.

There is an old banyan tree by the pond, and the shadow of the tree is swaying as a warm wind blows over.

The branches of the banyan tree are sturdy. When the old house was still in the past, people stood on the balcony of the room on the third floor and reached out to touch its leaves. Lu Zhiqiao still remembered that she and her brother took a sticking rod and stretched it from the balcony to the middle of the branches of the banyan tree. You could poke it into the bird's nest. In summer, you can catch it. It's fun.

The old banyan tree is much older than her grandparents.

She seemed to see her grandmother sitting under the banyan tree with a small bench in her hand, and fanning the wind one by one in a carefree manner.

"Eh, it's not (this is not) Xiao Qiao?"

A familiar dialect came from behind, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly returned to his senses, turned around, and saw a pudgy middle-aged aunt looking at him in surprise, a little familiar, but suddenly he didn't react.

"Hey, Jin is (really) Xiao Qiao."

"you are?"

"Xi (you) don't remember me? I'm Aunt Li, so I just set up (living) next to your house. When I was a child, I used to pull (take) pig jiao until I eat it." Auntie smiled with joy, and the wrinkles on her face deepened. Several floors.

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned, suddenly realized, and laughed: "It's Aunt Li, I remember, I'm sorry, look at my memory..."

Aunt Li lived closest to the old house, and she often interacted with Grandma Lu. When a fire broke out that year, Lu Zhiqiao hugged Niuniu to shout. The first to call was Aunt Li's family.

Unexpectedly, after many years of returning, I would still meet people I know.

Aunt Li was overjoyed, and asked her a few words, she was about to take her to sit in her own room. She couldn't get rid of it, so she had to follow. I still remember that I lived in a small bungalow, and now there are three-story small buildings, two stone lions at the door, a row of landscape trees, and a brand new minivan parked in the courtyard.

The neighbors are enthusiastic, and they put all kinds of snacks and candies on the door. They also called out the children who came to visit on the weekend-Lu Zhiqiao's former playmate in the village.

No one had forgotten the fire. Aunt Li was even more impressed. At first, she was afraid of her sadness and didn't mention it.

Everyone knows that five of the Lu family died that night, leaving only Lu Zhiqiao and his little niece, almost half-destructed, extremely miserable.

"How are you talking to that nephew?"

"Very good, now in junior high school, almost as tall as me." Lu Zhiqiao smiled, Wen Tun said.

She hasn't set foot in the village for ten years. She just came here to find the traces of her previous life. The more she escaped, the more she wanted to reproduce the scene. If she wants to face the past, she can't avoid this homeland.

I thought how sad I was, but when I came here, I found that all traces were gone, and there was no wave in her heart.

When I think of my brother, I still feel a little pain.

She wanted to say something, the phone rang suddenly, smiled apologetically, got up and went out to answer the phone.

Is a daughter.

"Little girl?" Lu Zhiqiao smiled, his voice melted into water softly.

I heard the voice of my daughter eating something on the phone. It seemed to be deliberately eating so loudly, and then I heard a lazy sentence: "Mom, I'm playing at Grandpa Qi's house. Please come back later and remember to pick me up~"

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