There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Qi Yan's eyes are special, long but not thin, big and energetic, more enchanting than peach blossoms, more charming than willow leaves, brown pupils are dark and bright, half containing a lot of autumn water, like amber wine in a glass.

Every time Lu Zhiqiao looked at each other, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help being drawn in, as if there was a whirlpool in these eyes, she was deeply caught in it and was so disturbed that she couldn't help herself.

Northern Europe is rich in amber. At that time, she visited and wandered in the local area. The various amber beeswax crafts were dazzling. The moment she saw this necklace, she couldn't help but remember Qi Yan's eyes and bought it immediately.

The drop-shaped amber pendant was crystal clear, glowing with soft light, Qi Yan opened the drawer of the coffee table, took out a small mirror, pinched the pendant to his eyes, looked in the mirror carefully, and laughed: "Really very picture."

"Do you like it?" Lu Zhi Qiao asked nervously.

"Of course I like it." Qi Yan put down the mirror and handed her the necklace, "Hurry up and put it on for me." As he said, he raised his neck, lifted the hair scattered behind his back with both hands, and turned sideways.

Lu Zhiqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a warm smile between her eyebrows and eyes. She pinched each end of the chain with both hands, went around Qi Yan's slender and white neck|neck, and then locked the buckle.

The lock is a little small, so you have to look more carefully. Lu Zhiqiao moved forward, and a light fragrance penetrated the tip of her nose. Her arm shook, and the back of her hand accidentally touched Qi Yan's back|spine, with a slight burning temperature. Forcing her to retract immediately, she pulled the chain and strangled Qi Yan's throat.

Qi Yan snorted, Lu Zhiqiao hurriedly let go again, whispering sorry, lowered his head and continued to look at the lock.

There were bursts of warm|hot breaths, itchy|sultry, Qi Yan took a deep breath, his heart contracted, and the fingers holding his hair slowly tightened, only feeling hot on his cheeks.

"All right."

finally……

Lu Zhiqiao moved back a bit, watching Qi Yan put down her hair, unconsciously stretched out her hand to stroke her, raised her eyes, and saw her face flushed, and doubt flashed under her eyes: "Is it hot? Your face is so red."

"No." Qi Yan pretended to smile calmly, lowered his head and pinched the necklace pendant, then picked up the mirror to look at it. "Your aesthetic and vision are similar to mine. I also fancy a necklace some time ago, which is similar to this one, but it is not made of amber. Since you gave it to me, I don't have to buy it myself."

There are many kinds of amber necklaces. The common ones are not easy to match with clothes. However, this item bought by Lu Zhiqiao is simple and versatile.

She looked into the mirror and smiled, her deep and sharp eyes bent into a crescent moon, and she smiled, showing a trace of loss in her brown pupils.

Jojo gave her a gift for the first time.

It is just an ordinary gift, without any other, redundant meaning. Maybe it's a casual look when shopping, think it's suitable, so I bought it.

Of course, when Qiao Qiao saw this necklace, he could think of her eyes for a moment. Does it mean that she already occupies a larger place in her heart?

She should be content.

"It's fine if you like it." Lu Zhiqiao stared at Qi Yan's face quietly, and his heart became warmer when he saw that the corners of her mouth were always in a deep arc.

Qi Yan likes it, and she is also happy.

The toffee is too sweet. Until now, her taste buds, throat, and even her heart are all sweet.

When he got home, Lu Zhiqiao took a shower and sat in his daughter's room to do his homework with him for a while.

At present, the child learns relatively simple things. She can counsel as much as possible. When her daughter enters high school in the future, she will be a little strenuous if she thinks about counseling. Teachers can't teach anyone.

"What is this?" Lu Zhiqiao stared at his daughter's math workbook, and was stunned when he saw the red handwriting under the last question.

Take a closer look, it is the teacher's comment, written three lines.

"Remarks written by Teacher Peng." Lu Wei tilted his head and said, "Every time she does homework, every classmate will write it."

Teacher Peng is the new math teacher. Lu Zhiqiao heard her daughter and Qi Yan talk about it before. At that time, she was only fortunate that Xu Shoukui no longer taught her daughter mathematics and didn't care much about anything else. Seeing the comments at this moment, she suddenly felt a little curious.

The content of the comment is generally encouraging, saying that her daughter has a good foundation, but her thinking is not very flexible, occasionally careless, and she needs to systematically train for her weaknesses.

The teacher's words are beautiful, and the tone between the lines is gentle.

It is very energy consuming to write every homework for every student, and energy alone is not enough. You must have rich experience and patience. Through the notebook, Lu Zhiqiao felt the teacher's good intentions, and felt full of emotion for a while, thinking of the person who lives at the opposite door.

"Little girl, what do you think of Teacher Peng?" she asked her daughter.

Lu Wei stopped writing, pursed her little mouth, thought for a while, and said seriously: "It's good, just a little nagging. However, if I dare to ask her questions, she won't scold me. Don't dare, if I don't mess with him, he will scold me."

Where a child knows how to evaluate a teacher, he can only compare it with before. The most real feeling is that she used to be afraid of taking math class, but now she is not afraid, and even dared to ask the teacher to ask questions that she could not.

"The teacher's nagging also hopes that you will become excellent. You see that Teacher Peng writes so seriously every time that she feels that you are okay and you can't give up. You have to work hard and don't disappoint the teacher." Lu Zhiqiao said warmly. Smiled and touched her daughter's face, then kissed her forehead again.

"Mom believes in you too."

The little girl hummed twice and nodded vigorously.

At ten o'clock, Lu Zhiqiao spot-checked her daughter's recitation of words, urged her to brush her teeth, take a bath, and go to bed. Then, she went to wash her clothes, cleaned up, and turned off the light to go back to the bedroom.

Pushing open the closet, putting the folded clothes in, her eyes fell on the small drawer, she paused, stretched out her hand and gently pulled, and there were clothes of different styles and colors in front of her, as well as toys in the corner. And means | sets.

[Try the burst bead next time]

Qi Yan's words echoed in his ears, Lu Zhiqiao's face suddenly became hot, and a hint of curiosity emerged.

Last time, she tried a regular model, and she felt good with small toys. She knew how deep she was and which points were most sensitive. Obviously, the bursting pearls should be a further attempt.

This feeling is like struggling to break through the invisible shackles and explore the secret and novel world, which is both exciting and joyful.

She does like it.

Slowly stretched his hand to the box, took it out, closed the drawer and closet, Lu Zhiqiao locked the door, turned the phone to silent, opened the music player software and clicked on a female version of "Lonely Northern Hemisphere", and then sat on the bed|.

The melodious melody, the female voice is gentle and soft, flowing out of the room.

Lu Zhiqiao was holding the box and did not open it for a long time.

For more than half a month, she has been trying to "admit" and "face up" little by little. Qi Yan has given her enough courage, at least she no longer thinks it is ashamed, as Qi Yan said, just like Eating and drinking are closely related to life.

Change is naturally good, but it is inevitable to think of the past. Qi Yan said that we should not reject thinking about it, but should look at memories with a mindset of tracing the roots.

The roots of sin and shame in her heart are all hidden in the long river of time, ups and downs...

She was also at the age of junior high school. At that time, she was in love with her, and she was curious about some obscure things, such as changes in her body. When she had menarche, her mother simply talked about how to deal with it, and then told her that menstruation was dirty, shameful, and shameful, and kept silent.

She planted the first seed of shame in her heart.

But the memory has been pushed forward a few years, fragmentary, it seems that there have been similar scenes, but I can't remember clearly.

For a while, she learned to clip a quilt.

That morning, she lay in bed, comfortably tucked the quilt, indulged in that feeling and wandering freely, not wanting to get up. But then her mother came in and called her, caught off guard to see the scene in front of her, immediately dragged her off the bed| and cursed her shamelessly.

She was panicked, too late to react, slapped her face firmly, and then countless embarrassing insults poured into her ears.

Shameless, shameless, improper, to get sick.

The house I lived in was a unit dormitory with green-painted white walls and wooden framed doors. The soundproofing was not very good. My mother's loud voice was sharp and harsh, and the scolding was so loud that she could be heard in almost the entire building, but it was not enough, so she beat her again.

Her self-esteem was completely destroyed.

The seed of shame took root desperately and quickly grew into a towering tree, and then accompanied her for more than ten years.

Later, I liked the English teacher in junior high school, but I couldn't tell whether I liked it or relied on it. I just felt that the teacher was kind to her. She was also surprised that the girls around were chatting privately about which boy is handsome, but she was not interested.

One year older, she had the concept of homosexuality in her heart. She was curious and scared, and always felt that she was abnormal.

When she arrived in high school, she was exposed to a lot of things, and she gradually understood that homosexuality was not abnormal, but the shame did not disappear. She fell in love with the Banhua in the next class again, and finally realized that it was a real love, and it was the first time she tasted love, even though it was unrequited love.

It's sour and sweet, and it can be fun to sing a one-man show alone.

She plucked up the courage to confess to Ban Hua, but was scorned and disgusted by the other party. Ban Hua said that she was abnormal and disgusting.

She was hit hard, she felt more shameful and frustrated.

Later in college, she came into contact with people and things more fresh and broad. She likes a girl she met during military training. The two have different majors, and the dormitory is separated by a wall. But she never dared to confess, fearing that the other party would say another "perversion", and then she didn't even have to do it with her friend.

Until, that girl had a girlfriend.

She spent the whole freshman year in a gloomy mood, hating herself, loathing herself, and almost ruining her studies. In her sophomore year, she slowly adjusted her mentality, determined to study hard first, get in touch with new things, and transform herself.

Unfortunately, God didn't give her a chance.

The Spring Festival in her junior year was the nightmare of her life.

At the age of twenty, before graduating, she lost everything overnight. Suddenly she had a burden and a responsibility on her shoulders. She no longer had time to think about herself. From then on, she was full of money.

At the end of the song, the bedroom became quiet.

Qi Yan said that everyone has the right to enjoy happiness.

Lu Zhiqiao turned off the looping music, neatly opened the finger|set of the box, and took one...

Before the Ching Ming Festival, the temperature dropped sharply.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, with light rain falling down, and the cold wind blew the leaves on the roadside rustling, and the chill drilled straight into the bones of the person.

Lu Zhiqiao drove to the suburban cemetery alone to make a sacrifice. The cemetery stood tall and solemn and solemn. Although it was raining, many people came to the cemetery.

She bought four bouquets of flowers and placed them in front of four tombstones. As she had to work overtime and travel and travel very quickly, she didn’t have time to take care of meticulously, so she just put the flowers and said that it’s almost the same every year. If it's the same, they leave in a hurry.

Recently, I was so busy, day and night, I flew to four cities in a week, and I was in a hurry to eat and sleep. I thought that this year Qingming would not go to see my family, but I couldn't get through the hurdles in my heart.

Fatigue, stress, continuous high-intensity work, and a sudden drop in temperature, Lu Zhiqiao fell ill on the second day after returning from the cemetery.

At first it was a sore throat, stuffy nose and sneezing, but after sleeping, I almost couldn't get up when I lay down, a little top-heavy, sore and limp, and the whole person seemed to be floating.

When her daughter was practicing piano in the room, Lu Zhiqiao walked to the living room by supporting the wall, digging out the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and stuffing it under the armpit.

She half-closed her eyelids, poured herself a glass of water with difficulty, drank half of it, and leaned on the sofa to catch her breath. I have a bottom, she should have caught a cold and fever, but there is a very important meeting in the afternoon, she must be there, no matter what, she must find a way to get better before three o'clock...

After a while, Lu Zhiqiao took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was thirty-nine degrees.

really.

She put her hand on the side, stood up and walked back to the room, put on her clothes, took her bag and mobile phone, came out and knocked on the door of her daughter's room, steadying her voice and said, "Niu, mother, go out and come back at noon. "

"Okay." The daughter's voice came from inside, and the broken piano sound rang again.

Lu Zhiqiao walked to the door and put on her shoes. She saw the car key on the entrance. She didn't take it. She couldn't drive like this. Instead, she took a taxi faster, so she hurried out with her groggy body.

...

There are many outpatients in the hospital, a lot of people with colds and fevers, and the infusion room is almost full.

Lu Zhiqiao closed his eyes and leaned on the chair. The needle in his left hand was taped to a long infusion tube, and two bottles of potion were hanging on his head. She was dizzy and uncomfortable, her throat was dry and painful, and she wanted to sleep, but she was cold and her hands and feet were cold.

The phone kept shaking, all of which were work phones, hanging up one after another.

I don't know how many times it shook.

She didn't bother to open her eyes, her fingertips slipped with a feeling, and she lifted the phone to her cheek, and fed with a dumb voice.

"Qiao Qiao?" Qi Yan's voice came from the other end, "What's the matter with your voice? Have a cold?"

Lu Zhiqiao paused, raised his eyelids fiercely, and coughed uncontrollably when he opened his mouth, intermittently saying: "Cough...a little...cough..."

"Niu Niu said you went out, where are you?" Qi Yan's voice suddenly became louder.

"Ah... the hospital... heh heh..."

"wait for me!"

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