There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The show my daughter will perform is the group dance "Glass Beads". One hour before the party started, Lu Zhiqiao followed the children to the backstage of the auditorium and saw a lot of parents coming, some standing outside chatting, some sitting inside watching their children They put on makeup.

Qi Yan is also there.

She was sitting next to a little girl in a costume, holding an automatic eyebrow pencil, and was focusing on drawing her eyebrows.

Due to conditions, the school did not hire a professional makeup artist, so teachers who can make-up can only take part in the battle. Qi Yan paints very carefully and skillfully, and fills the tail in one go. She draws and whispers to the girl. Chatting, with a gentle smile at the corners of his eyes.

Lu Zhiqiao stared silently, with an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth. Maybe he felt that it was not appropriate for him to stare at someone, so he pretended to look away.

But after a while, he turned back.

"Lu Wei, is this your sister?" A gentle-looking boy leaned over.

The little girl was looking in the mirror, drunk herself, and turned her head when she heard the sound, and said, "My mother."

"Hello Auntie..." He looked at Lu Zhiqiao in surprise, his mouth shrinking into a circle. Then a few children came around. Two of them wore the same costumes as Lu Wei, with their makeup on, and they seemed to want to talk to her.

Lu Zhiqiao smiled at him and patted his daughter on the shoulder: "Niuniu, go play with classmates."

The children in junior high school were more selfish, wishing that no parents were present. Hearing Lu Zhiqiao say this, they were a little embarrassed. Several little girls pulled Lu Wei aside and murmured.

"Lu Wei, your mother is so beautiful."

"Prettier than Teacher Qi!"

"Well, I think Teacher Qi is more beautiful..."

"Hurt, you really can't speak, you should all be pretty."

The children gathered around for a lively, and after a while they started to talk a lot, and they couldn't hear what they said, and only laughed from time to time. Lu Zhiqiao silently stared at his daughter's figure, and saw her smiling happily, without noticing that the corners of his mouth were also curled up.

For a moment, she turned her neck and her eyes fell on Qi Yan involuntarily.

Qi Yan has finished drawing the eyebrows for the child, which are slightly raised like willow leaves, clean and neat. She picked up the eyeshadow tray, took the powder with the brush, and gently swept it on the girl’s eyelids. Perhaps she felt that someone was looking at her. She turned her head suddenly, catching a straight gaze unexpectedly.

Both of them were startled.

Qi Yan's thin lips lifted slightly, and he smiled slightly at her, revealing a row of neat white teeth, generous and sincere, his eyes were not mixed with any distracting thoughts, and he looked like two people in private.

Lu Zhiqiao's heart trembled, his fingers snapped tightly on the strap of the backpack, a slight warmth and dryness surged from the roots of his ears, and he hurriedly moved his eyes away.

Yu Guang paid attention to that side, and the other party also turned back, only to breathe a sigh of relief.

The few children were still surrounded, but no daughter was seen. Lu Zhiqiao stretched his neck and looked around. After looking around, he didn't see him, so he got up and went outside.

There is a small door in the back of the auditorium, leading directly to the small rockery garden next to the playground, where there is a tree with all its leaves, and an equally bare pergola corridor. As soon as she went out, she saw her daughter and the gentle-looking little boy hiding. Beside the pergola pillars, sneaky and not knowing what he was doing.

Come closer and see, you are eating.

The boy holds a pack of snacks in his hand, eats one piece by himself, and then feeds one piece to his daughter. He wipes her mouth with a tissue from time to time, which is very intimate.

"Niuniu—" Lu Zhiqiao frowned and shouted, faintly feeling something was wrong.

The two children were taken aback and turned their heads abruptly. She stepped forward in three and two steps, glanced at the boy, and looked at her daughter: "What are you doing here?"

Lu Wei looked at the snacks with a guilty conscience, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Auntie," the boy said, looking up at her, "I can't finish the snacks I bought, we two will eat together."

"..."

Need to feed snacks?

A botched lie.

Feeding people is a very intimate thing, especially between the opposite sex, which is even more evoking. Maybe the children don't think so, but in the eyes of adults, such actions are already beyond the scope of friendship. It is at this sensitive and restless age that parents have to pay attention to them all the time.

The boy was generous and calm, without any fear or guilty conscience. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't say anything, so he smiled and said, "That's it." After that, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Wang Zheyi, philosophical philosophy, perseverance." He calmly said.

Lu Zhiqiao smiled and nodded, glanced at the backstage door, and said: "It's cold outside, the performance should start soon, let's all go in." Then he took his daughter's hand and walked in front.

…

Half an hour before the performance, Lu Zhiqiao sent a WeChat message to Qi Yan.

[I want to ask you something alone, now, is it convenient?]

At that time, Qi Yan was in the classroom and emphasized the discipline that students should observe when watching the performance. The mobile phone was placed on the podium and the screen turned on. She saw that she lost her mind immediately, speeded up her speech and gave the squad leader a few sentences. Lead the team into the arena.

She stepped out of the classroom and typed as she walked:

[Come to office]

The teacher's office in the attached middle school is divided into one class teacher and one non-class teacher. Many class teachers did not come in the afternoon, and the class teachers were either in their class or in the auditorium. There was no one in the office at this time.

Qi Yan sorted out his desk, moved the spare chair to the side of the table, poured two cups of hot water, and had a serious conversation style. She guessed that what Lu Zhiqiao wanted to ask was not a personal matter, otherwise, you don't have to emphasize now, you can also ask when you go home. That is the case, and at school, there should be a rule.

The office door was knocked, then a slit opened, and a faint of cold wind came in.

"Ms. Qi."

Lu Zhiqiao pushed the door and walked in. Qi Yan just raised his head. The two eyes met, and there was the shadow of each other in each other's eyes.

"Sit." Qi Yan smiled lightly, and pointed to the chair, as if he had never known the person in front of him, so serious and unfamiliar.

The so-called contrast is probably at this moment. Lu Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment, and looked around the office. No one else was there, but Qi Yan suddenly seemed to be a different person. She didn't get used to it for a while and sat down and didn't speak for a while.

"Don't you have something to ask me?" Qi Yan gently pushed the paper cup in front of her.

When her daughter was in elementary school, Lu Zhiqiao was often asked by the teacher to go to the office. The reason was that her math grades were too slow. The teacher had to "communication" with her every two days.

She bowed her head and took a sip of hot water from the cup: "Well, my child's business."

really.

Although it is expected, it is inevitable to be a little bit disappointed.

Qi Yan didn't speak, waiting for her to continue.

"Is there a boy named Wang Zheyi in the class?" Lu Zhiqiao asked deliberately.

"Yes, what?"

"He usually...does he play well with Niuniu?"

Qi Yan was surprised, thought for a moment, and said, "It's good, but there is another boy and two girls who have a good relationship with each other."

It has been a semester since the beginning of school. The newly enrolled children are familiar with each other and gradually split into several small circles. The relationship between circles is still harmonious, but privately they do not easily accept students from other circles.

"Is something wrong?"

"Today I saw that guy feed Niuniu to eat and wipe her mouth, I..." Lu Zhiqiao frowned, and didn't know how to continue.

Will it be a sign of puppy love?

There are overwhelming news about middle school students’ premature love on the Internet, and a drop in grades is the least serious consequence, and if it is more serious, it can lead to death. In the first half of her gestation period, she had a gynecological examination. Many of the aborted girls seemed to be only 17 or 18 years old. Among them, one of them was very small, not as tall as a nun. She was taken by her mother for eight weeks of pregnancy and kept crying.

She still remembers the sad expression of the mother who blamed herself...

Never let this happen to Niuniu! Strangle the signs of evil in the cradle!

There was a look of horror in her eyes and her lips were trembling slightly. Qi Yan saw something wrong, grabbed her hand, and shook it hard: "It's okay, it's okay. It's normal for good friends to feed and eat. Sometimes children don't. Thinking so much, it's often adults who think things are serious."

"But in case..."

"Nothing." Qi Yan interrupted softly, "I will help you stare at school. Don't worry, it's okay."

Skin|skin|skin|to touch, palms are warm, she wants to hug her very much, can't help thinking for a moment, but this is in the office, someone will push in at any time, and no one can afford the risk.

These words were like reassurance, Lu Zhiqiao looked at Qi Yan dumbfounded, his squiggly eyes were firm as a rock, inexplicably reassuring. She slowed her breathing, calmed down slowly, and finally sighed slightly, her lips moved, and she was about to speak, but was interrupted by this person.

"Don't thank me."

"..."

She paused, her lips tightened, and swallowed.

Qi Yan looked at her and smiled, his glamorous eyebrows melted into a soft spring water, and then let go of her hand little by little, and resumed sitting with the back of the chair.

The scattered hair shook with the movement, and the tip of the tail gently swept across the back of Lu Zhiqiao's hand. The delicate skin was itchy, and she subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, making her hand smooth. Qi Yan paused, leaning his shoulders towards her slightly, letting the falling hair slide over, covering the back of her hand.

"Actually, I don't like people touching my hair."

Lu Zhiqiao quickly let go.

"But you are an exception." Qi Yan smiled, slung his waist and gently flicked her hair onto her hand, actively seduce.

The ends of the hair swept back and forth on the skin|skin, like countless small hairs scratching her heart, dense itch spread along the back of her hand, scratching it so much that her heart was itchy, and she was about to move, but she had to restrain it.

Lu Zhiqiao blushed suddenly, with the splendid peach blossoms. She pulled her hand away and looked away at a loss, trying to find something to say, but she didn't care what she saw, and asked at random: "What is that?"

"Prepare textbooks."

She didn't see the three big squares above, she was just thinking about finding something to say. Qi Yan couldn't help but curled his lips, picked up the prepared textbook, and opened it to her.

Two-thirds of the book has been used, almost every page is full of writing, and the handwriting is slightly scribbled, but it is tangible, with iron paintings and silver hooks, and the style is generous and hearty. Everyone said the words were just like her own, and Qi Yan's words were like hers. She seemed skinless and faceless, but in fact her character was credible and reliable.

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

She is looking at the preparation textbook, and Qi Yan is looking at her.

The party started punctually at two o'clock. The auditorium was full of seats. The first row was the leader, the second was the teacher, and the third row was the turn of the students and parents. The empty position Qi Yan said was at the far right of the first row, next to a certain leader.

After all, Lu Zhiqiao sat in that position. At first, she was a little awkward. After the performance began, she looked forward to her daughter's coming out with all her heart, so she didn't think about anything else.

The order of the programs of each class is random, and the 2nd class in the first grade of junior high school ranks ninth.

Six girls appeared in Korean school uniforms and skirts. Lu Zhiqiao saw the daughter with the ball head at a glance. He grinned tightly and couldn't help but wave his hand slightly. The child glanced here and raised it proudly. He lifted his chin, and quickly stood in position.

When the music was playing, her eyes suddenly became a little wet.

When the child grows up to this age, the years seem to flow away from her fingers for nothing, without leaving too many traces in her memory. Looking back on these years, her eyes are at a loss. It is clear that the mother and daughter depend on each other for their lives, but they live as if they are alone. She is alone.

The light ball head elf on the stage is the baby she has raised for twelve years.

The stage lights gradually dimmed. Tears fell as Lu Zhiqiao lowered her head and turned over the tissues. She quickly wiped them off with her hands, took out the tissues and wiped them, took a deep breath on her back, and raised her phone to record the video.

At the same time, Qi Yan stood behind the curtain on the side of the stage and saw Lu Zhiqiao's every move clearly...

…

At about 4:30, when the performance was over, Lu Zhiqiao went backstage to pick up his daughter. He wanted to ask Qi Yan if he wanted to go together, but he didn't see anyone, so he sent a WeChat message to the other party to take his daughter home first.

"Mom~" The little girl was excited all the way, and jumped up when she entered the house, "show me the video you made~"

Lu Zhiqiao smiled and squeezed her little face: "Wait a minute, mom will remove your makeup first." After saying that, he went into the bedroom and brought makeup remover and cotton pad, "Sit on the sofa."

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

At that moment, she thought it was Qi Yan's call, so she immediately put the things on the coffee table, pulled out the phone, and saw that it was from a friend.

"Hey?"

"Well, I just got home."

"Or I will go down and get it, lest you run up."

"Well, I'll open the door for you."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiqiao pressed the floor button beside the door and opened the door easily. After a while, the elevator sounded, and there were steady and powerful footsteps in the corridor. A tall and thin man came in with a large bag and a gentle smile on his face.

"Hello Uncle Wen!" Lu Wei stood up and called.

"Eh." The man answered, his eyebrows were deep, "Niuniu~"

Lu Zhiqiao took the things in his hand, and squeezed them. It was quite heavy. They placed them on the ground one by one, and said strangely: "Why do you want to make a special trip? Let me pick it up next time."

"I also happened to be passing by, thinking about it by the way."

"Come in and sit down." Lu Zhiqiao smiled familiarly and closed the door, "I invite you to dinner tonight, and it happens that I also plan to take Niuniu out."

He reluctantly shook his head: "I owe the meal first. I'm going to the airport to meet my friends now, another day."

A doorbell rang.

Lu Zhiqiao choked on his lips and leaned forward to open the door, but the man stepped ahead of her and helped to open it. Seeing the people outside, he subconsciously asked, "Are you?"

Qi Yan stood outside the door, his lips instantly frozen...

The author has something to say: 　　 Sorry, it’s too late t_t

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