There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

In the evening, it rained, and the temperature in Jiangcheng, which failed to enter the autumn for several days, dropped slightly. The wind blew outside, and there was a hint of coolness. The leaves of camphor trees along the street were rustling, shaking off drops of water.

Just after the school mid-term exam, Qi Yan made an appointment with a few friends for a small gathering.

The lights in the bar were dimmed, and there was a gentle lyrical music. The air was mixed with perfume and powdery smells, and the atmosphere of ambiguous female hormones was permeated everywhere.

"Finally, the exam is over. I can take a short rest for a few days." She was sitting in the middle like a queen, wearing a red dress that was flamboyant, with a deep v-neck|neck lined by the mouth| slender child, quite sex|feminine.

Pour yourself wine while talking.

My friends all laughed, you say one thing to me:

"I told you that being a teacher is tired, but a junior high school student who is still teaching is the most rebellious and the most difficult to manage. It is good to be able to persist for three years."

"Yes, Yanyan, your family is not short of money. Why do you suffer from this sin? If you taste it fresh, let's go early."

"It's a waste of your condition to be a teacher."

Qi Yan took a sip of his wine, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said lazily: "I'm not tired yet, it's not too late to leave after I'm tired."

Everyone was laughing, chattering, chatting, and the topic went elsewhere.

In just a short while, beautiful women kept coming over to strike up a conversation.

These people have a scent of wind and dust with heavy makeup, and they are too green without powder, and some have shaved heads with cigarettes, and they are indistinguishable. Qi Yan lacked interest and refused without exception.

On the dance floor, a few graceful beauties are shaking gently with the rhythm of the music.

Qi Yan looked around, searching for prey.

After a while, her gaze stopped.

In the corner, a woman sits quietly alone with her long hair reaching shoulders, her facial features are calm, and a capable white suit that is incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

There are two tables in twos and threes nearby, but this person is deserted and lonely. It is not like a person who is here for fun, but it is like a frustrated love and drunk.

However, it suits her appetite.

Qi Yan is an activist, just after thinking about it, people have already walked over there with a glass of wine, and a friend behind him called her, but she pretended not to hear it.

Pure music is soft and soothing, the lights are darker, and the atmosphere gradually becomes |

Lu Zhiqiao had a drink alone for a while, put down the empty wine glass, closed his eyes, and gently rubbed his temples with his index finger. This music had a relaxing effect. At this moment, she was relaxed, a little bit drunk, and very comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind in her ears, and she felt that someone was sitting down. She opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw a gentle and bright smiling face in her eyes.

"A person?" Qi Yan raised his eyebrows.

When she got closer, she smelled a faint woody fragrance, like ice-cold citrus, and thick sandalwood. It was very cold and sultry. It had a very high-grade fragrance with a light breeze, which was instantly captured. Up her nose.

At exactly this time, the lights on the dance floor swept over, allowing her to see more clearly.

A mature and intellectual face, with cold eyebrows, a black mole at the end of the eyes, a beautiful nose, thin and moist lips, and the right light makeup on his face, clean and delicate, and pleasant everywhere.

The white suit is straight and self-cultivating. There is a lavender shirt inside, a stand-up collar, and the top button is buttoned to the top. It is completely sewn and covered tightly, with no view of the scenery.

"I'm alone." Qi Yan smiled softly, lying without blushing, "have a drink?"

Lu Zhiqiao looked dim and didn't speak.

It is common to meet up at the bar. She has rejected how many tonight, but this person alone, from sitting down to speaking, did not make her think of rushing people.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Qi Yan only regarded it as tacit approval, so he called the waiter to order a bottle of baikal, poured two thirds for her, and handed it over, "I invite you."

Lu Zhiqiao stared at the man's thin white wrist blankly, hesitated for a moment before taking it.

Vodka is very strong. She often socializes, and she becomes drunk after only two or three cups. She is easy to get on her face when she drinks, and within a moment, a beautiful cherry blossom color blooms from cheeks to the roots of the ears.

"The button is so tight, isn't it hot?"

"..."

"Let me untie it for you."

Unknowingly, Qi Yan posted it, and the two of them joined their arms together.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced down, but there was no response. Qi Yan was no longer polite, and slowly and cautiously came across the button—the forbidden disguise, which covered all the secrets underneath.

Qi Yan observed her expression and saw that there was nothing unusual. She became more courageous. He hooked the button and flicked it twice, pressing his index finger against the button hole and slid lightly.

A small piece of snow-colored scenery is faintly visible, which is reminiscent.

Qi Yan grabbed the button and said softly: "Next time you come to the bar, don't wear this body. It's easy to attract wolves."

Breath|Inhaling alcohol, hot and anxious, itching on the roots of his ears, Lu Zhiqiao tilted his head and finally said, "Are you talking about yourself?"

The voice became clearer and calmer, like the gurgling water after the winter snow melted, and it was a bit cold and unspeakable.

Qi Yan felt that he picked up the baby tonight. This person is very in line with her preferences in all aspects. I am really sorry if nothing happens.

"That's right." She closed her eyes and exhaled a warm|strong breath|sigh, "I am a bird|beast."

A soft kiss fell to the ear.

Lu Zhiqiao stiffened, squeezed the wine glass tightly, and his heart trembled violently, almost unable to restrain the impulse.

Recently, work pressure has been heavy. She came here just to drink and want to relax. The bars are all women, and the safety factor is higher than that of the opposite sex|bar, and she is already bent.

However, the body has been silent for a long time, and it is very sensitive and easy to react. With the stimulation of alcohol, the whole person is floating.

"How long has it been, huh?" Qi Yan saw it easily, knowing that she was hard to resist and couldn't help being even more presumptuous.

Abstinence|conservative mature|female, tastes the most delicious.

Mimi Zaza's kisses were printed on the temples, ear tips, and even the roots of the hair. Everywhere they went, flames were planted around them, as if they would burn in inconspicuous corners at any time, devouring all reason.

With a little effort, she pulled the second round button, and Lu Zhiqiao suddenly became sober and grabbed the hand.

"Why, don't you like it?" Qi Yan smiled.

In the process of catching prey by birds|beasts, they must always enjoy the fun of dying prey.

Lu Zhiqiao's face is red and hot, Jiu Jin is a little bit up, although his consciousness is clear, his actions are slightly slow, and he unknowingly releases his hand.

The lights are dim and the mood is strong.

The two of them hugged and kissed in a dim corner, like sparks falling into the dry|chai, dizzy and drowsy. They couldn't take care of any kind of reservedness. From simple taste to in-depth chasing, it was hard to separate.

Qi Yan blew into her ear, his voice was continuous:

"Don't suppress yourself, all are adults."

"Go, go to the hotel."

…

Indulge in one night, the sky is bright.

Qi Yan was awakened by the alarm clock, slowly got up from the bed, rubbed his sore arms, took a look at the phone, Friday, at seven o'clock.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sun sprinkled in unscrupulously, the large patches of gold were very dazzling. The room was very quiet, the place beside me was empty, only messy pillows|I was reminded by the paper ball on the floor that everything last night was not a dream.

I thought that the person was cold and difficult to approach, but unexpectedly indulged in more enthusiasm than her, both hands were tied, and she endured it forbearingly, stupefied to make the slightest sound, all the initiative was expressed in body language, full of temptation .

That kind of taste will be unforgettable once I have tasted it.

Qi Yan thought back to himself, stretched his waist, picked up the inner y on the pillow and put it on. When he turned his eyes, he caught a glimpse of something reflecting on the pillow. She looked down and looked carefully, it was a small earring.

Last night she thought that ear studs were getting in the way, and she scratched her lips, causing the person to take it off, but she did not expect to drop one here. It can be seen how eager the other party walks, and don't care if one thing is in pairs.

Qi Yan picked up the earrings and held them in the palm of his hand. The transparent rhinestones shimmered in the sun, the color was pure, and suddenly a little regret was born in his heart. They didn't know their names, and didn't leave contact information. There was a huge crowd, and maybe they would never meet again in this life. Only this little earring was left as a souvenir.

She put the ear studs into her bag, and after wearing them, she simply rinsed and left the hotel.

At eight ten ten, Qi Yan drove into the Jiangda High School.

She taught in this key middle school for three years. In June of this year, she sent her first graduates away, and then she was promoted to the head teacher. In September, she started school with the new year one. There are obviously more busy things than before.

The morning was the opening ceremony of the sports meet. The leaders were talking on it, teachers and students basking in the sun below. After speaking, they began to carry flags and walk the square to shout slogans, and then began theatrical performances. The lively tossing did not end until 11 o'clock.

In the afternoon, there will be a parent meeting. Students with projects should stay to participate in the competition, and those without projects can go home for the weekend.

In the first grade (2) of junior high school, the students on duty had already cleaned the classroom. Qi Yan asked the monitor to help. The two knocked down the stool on the table, closed the back door, and wrote three "Parents Meeting" on the blackboard with red chalk. Big print.

After half past two, the parents came one after another.

The monitor sits in the first row of seats by the podium, with a sign-in form and a pen in front of him. Every parent must sign behind his child’s name when they come in, then go to the teacher to get the transcript, and then find a place to sit. .

Qi Yan held a parent meeting for the first time, deliberately wanting to recognize his face.

"you are?"

"Hello teacher, I'm Zhou Yuxiang's father."

"Okay, sign in first."

"Is it Teacher Qi? I'm Guo Shiying's mother. I almost went to the next class just now..." A middle-aged woman came in and smiled embarrassedly at her.

Qi Yan smiled and said it was okay, motioned for her to sign in, and bowed his head to get the transcript.

There was a clear and powerful sound of high heels in the corridor outside the door, from far to near, all the way into the classroom, and then, a familiar cold fragrance filled the room.

Like icy citrus, but also like heavy sandalwood.

Qi Yan paused and raised his head abruptly.

His eyes met at that moment.

"Teacher Qi, what a coincidence."