There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

"Woo... Teacher Qi... I don't want to go to math class..." Lu Wei hung up, turned his head and threw himself into Qi Yan's arms, crying. She forcibly endured the tears that had not fallen in class, and at the moment she kept venting like a flash flood.

Qi Yan opened his arms and hugged her tightly, and a hot wet|intention spread in front of him, and his heart twitched, suddenly giving birth to infinite sorrow.

Actually, seeing Lu Wei crying in the corner just now, she had a hunch in her heart, and it was because of things in math class. As the saying goes, if you hit someone without slapping your face, an adult may not be able to withstand being humiliated in the public, let alone an immature child.

But I was so wronged, so I refused to tell my mother on the phone.

"Niu Niu..." Qi Yan whispered the girl's nickname and rubbed her head, "Stop crying. It's Teacher Xu today. He is too old and has a bad temper. I have already told him that I will not It will be like that again."

"Woo...I've been...very hard...Cough...I also...Woo...I don't want to..."

"Will...cough...all the teachers...u...all...hate me..."

The little girl was crying and panting, she was trembling, coughing while she was gasping, her mouth was sour that she couldn't speak clearly, Qi Yan looked at the colic in her heart, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb, and said softly "How come, I like you very much, your composition is so good, every time I read it to the class as a model essay, and the English teacher also likes you very much and praises you as the best she has ever taught. s student…"

While she was talking, there was a hot damp in the bottom of her eyes, and she blinked twice quickly, and the curvature of her mouth deepened a little.

"But I still think... I'm so stupid..."

"Niuniu, you are not stupid at all. Everyone has what they are good at and what they are not good at. No one is born with everything. Don't lose confidence in yourself." Qi Yan couldn't help kissing the girl's forehead.

Lu Wei stopped sobbing and looked at her with eyes wide open, with a few drops of crystal on her tear-washed eyelashes.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled in through the window, and half of Qi Yan's face was immersed in the soft light, and the shredded hair on the temples was dyed golden brown, and his eyes had a gentle smile, shiny, like squiggly amber wine.

The teacher is a bit like a mother.

She suddenly missed her mother.

"Hmm." Lu Wei sniffed, lowered his eyelids, holding Qi Yan and not letting go.

Mom is not here, can you hold the teacher, right? Anyway, the relationship between the teacher and mother looks good. She thought so.

The little girl was well-behaved and quiet, even her coquetry was silent, Qi Yan's heart was hot and soft, and her strong desire for protection overflowed, so she stopped talking, just hugged her so quietly. When the setting sun fell completely, the dazzling light disappeared from the sky, the tears on the girl's face slowly dried, and her body did not twitch anymore, she raised her head and let go of Qi Yan reluctantly.

"Niu Niu, what did my mother say on the phone just now?" Qi Yan took her back and hugged her again.

Lu Wei was stunned, and answered truthfully: "Mom said to work overtime."

"Then go, I'll take you to eat delicious food."

"..."

As night falls, the urban commercial streets are bustling and noisy, cars are like running water and pedestrians are bustling, and the tall buildings on the street are shining with brilliant neon lights, and a ray of silver moonflowers are scattered through the sparse clouds. Today is the sixteenth lunar calendar, the full moon.

Qi Yan took Lu Wei to a restaurant run by a friend for dinner. At first, the little girl was very cautious and didn't want her to spend money. After dinner, he went to the video game city again. Qi Yanhao threw a lot of money to buy a lot of game coins, grabbing dolls, racing cars, and shooting baskets. He went crazy for nearly two hours.

Children naturally like to play around. At this moment, they have forgotten their grievances and twisted very happily on the dancing machine.

"Ah, Teacher Qi, it's not right, it's like this..."

"I'm old and old, I can't twist it anymore."

Qi Yan is also an eye-opener. The little girl who thought she was introverted and quiet had huge energy hidden in her body. She would also be crazy, laugh loudly, and have the nature of a child, but I don’t know why, all natures are Depression is buried deep in my heart, disguised as precocious and sensible.

Such a child is distressing.

As a teacher, she shouldn't have close contact with students, and she shouldn't have a preference for another student. She has a clear sense of reason, but she still wants to be willful once. Since meeting Lu Zhiqiao in the bar that night, her life has been completely more than two people, as if she was destined, and it is no longer possible to be as careless and light as before.

Tired of playing, Qi Yan took the children to drink milk tea. There were a lot of people in the shop, and it took a long time to get it. The two of them took the milk tea and drank while walking to the parking lot of the building.

"Ms. Qi, thank you for today." Lu Wei suddenly turned his head.

"Um?"

"I am very happy."

The little girl squinted and smiled, her pupils seemed to be shining, like a pair of shiny black pearls.

Qi Yan also smiled and touched her head: "Just happy."

The empty parking lot reverberated with the footsteps of the two. After finding the car, Lu Wei sat in the co-driver with the baby in her arms. Qi Yan fastened her seat belt and got into the car, but did not rush to start. She bit the straw and asked casually, "Niuniu, will grandpa and grandma go to your house during the Chinese New Year?"

"I don't have a grandpa or grandma..."

"Where is grandpa and grandma?"

"No."

"Other relatives, such as aunt? Uncle?"

Lu Wei shook his head: "I have never seen it before."

"..."

The answer was a little beyond Qi Yan's estimate. She opened her mouth, and the pearl almost swallowed without chewing.

"Teacher Qi, what are you asking about this?" The little girl looked at her suspiciously.

Qi Yan paused, and smiled and said, "I promised to take pictures for your mother during the New Year. I was worried that it would be inconvenient for her to have guests at home." Rather than searching for a lie, it is better to tell the truth. This is a legitimate reason and there is nothing shameful.

Unlike my father mentioned last time, Lu Wei did not show the slightest loss, but his eyes lit up: "Taking nice pictures? There is no one in our family during the New Year. Mom and I will go on vacation. Teacher Qi, you can go with us. , I want to shoot too~"

People love beauty, not to mention little girls of this age, at the beginning of their youth, pay more attention to their image. During the period when she was ill, Qi Yan showed her a photo album. The scenery and the big sister in it were all very beautiful, and she wanted to have it too.

Qi Yan didn't expect that he could shed so much useful information with a single truth. He secretly sighed that the little girl was innocent and innocent, and couldn't help being darkened in her heart. She pretended to be calm and asked, "I need your mother's consent?"

"I will tell my mother!" Lu Wei nodded vowingly.

After all, it is a child, easy to buy.

After drinking the milk tea, Qi Yan drove home. When he stopped at the community, he saw the black a8 parked next to him. Knowing that Lu Zhiqiao was back, he sent Lu Wei into the house on the pretext of helping with the baby.

The light in the living room is warm and bright, but there is no one. There is a laptop on the coffee table, which is turned on, the screen displays the word interface, and a few thick folders are scattered beside it. At this moment, a figure came out of the bedroom, and the eyes of the three of them met and hit the spot.

She wears a beige woolen skirt, long sleeves, a button at the neck|neck, and a thin belt on her waist. She has a half-paper-white calf underneath the hem, and home slippers on her feet. It seems that he has just returned and his clothes have not been changed yet.

"Mom!" Lu Wei changed his shoes and jumped over, holding up the crab doll as if offering a treasure, "I caught it, give it to you~"

Lu Zhiqiao was looking at the person standing by the door, and the complex expression in his eyes flashed away. It took a long time to come back to his senses. He lowered his head and smiled and took the baby, warmly boasted, and asked his daughter to do homework.

The little girl returned to the room obediently.

Quietly around, Qi Yan stood there quietly, staring at Lu Zhiqiao silently, the person in his sight was covered by the soft shadow of the lamp, giving birth to a sense of emptiness, as if it was just a phantom, which would disappear at any time. She suddenly felt an indispensable fog between the two, and no one could see who was clearly.

Lu Zhiqiao was stared in horror, and he held the doll tightly with his fingers, before stepping forward for a long time, and apologized: "It cost you money today."

In the evening, she received a WeChat message that she was working overtime and did not watch it in time. When she saw it, it was too late to decline, so Qi Yan had to take her daughter to play. She thought, she owed another favor, and she didn't know how to pay it back.

Qi Yan's eyes were as hot as fire, and he stagnated for a moment, then suddenly hugged her suddenly, breathing hard in the perfume-scented air on her body.

Lu Zhiqiao stiffened, but did not struggle, but slowly closed his eyes, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

Her voice is very soft, and she rarely invites actively.

Qi Yan didn't answer. He tilted his head slightly to kiss her ears, but was blocked by his own hair, so regardless of obstacles, he kissed through the delicate and silky hair, and his thin lips were gently grinding|polishing, from the earlobe to the chin. Then to the face, and finally stopped at the corner of the mouth.

"Lu Zhiqiao..."

She called her, her voice so low that she almost snorted.

Lu Zhiqiao's breathing was stagnant, and his heart seemed to be scratched by fine hairs. It was numb and itchy, and his pores were stretched out. This is the first time Qi Yan has called her name. It turned out that the feeling of being called is so special after experiencing it personally.

At that time she could not understand, especially not because of being called, but because of the person who called her name.

"Still working?" Qi Yan pecked the corner of her lips, but looked at the coffee table.

The feet seemed to be autonomous, and he took off his shoes in twos or twos, and automatically put on the slippers that had been placed on the side of the floor mat, and his arms tightly hugged a person's thin waist|limbs, like brown sugar Sticking to it, it's very strong.

Lu Zhiqiao tensed unconsciously, leaning against her arms with inertia, but couldn't even lift his eyelids, and replied in a low voice, "Well, close it."

The two were joined together|like a baby's body|close together, she was taken by Qi Yan to the side of the sofa, the crab doll in her hand was squeezed out, and she was squeezed in front of a warm turbulent, her throat was stuffy|hum , His feet were a little soft, and then he was thrown | down on the sofa.

"I, I'm going to pour water, you loosen..."

Lu Zhiqiao's brain buzzed, blood rushed to the roots of his ears, hurriedly making excuses to break free, but before he got up, Qi Yan grabbed her two hands, pressed them up and kissed the mole of tears, and looked at her gently. : "I don't want to drink water."

At this time the bedroom door opened, and Lu Weijiao came out with his slippers:

"Mom, tomorrow I—"