There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

I don’t remember when Lu Zhiqiao deliberately restrained her desires. It is not so much that she is busy with work and has no time to consider her private life, but rather that she feels guilty about it. She thinks it is pleasure, and she is not worthy of pleasure.

It is always difficult for people to contend with instinct. When she can't help but indulge, go crazy, and her inner condemnation leaks out like a flood, she will no longer be able to control herself, and it will take a long period of blank period to return to self-restraint. state.

It happened that she met Qi Yan.

This person gave her the feeling that it was a beast with a gentle skin, a gentle knife, fangs and claws tore through her forbidden shell, and a sharp blade cut through her restrained skin, and finally reached the depths of her heart with ease.

Thinking of this, psychologically, there is a sense of excitement.

Lu Zhiqiao froze, and the hand holding the earrings was wrapped in the warm palm, and the temperature seemed to melt her. She turned her face away, avoiding the scorching breath in her ear, and said thank you in a low voice.

Qi Yan smiled, did not move further, and simply let go: "Good night."

"…Good night."

On Friday, the statistics of the sports meeting's awards were made, and the certificates and prizes were handed out to the class teachers.

At the time of registration, it was semi-mandatory. The leader required that the number of participants in each class should not be less than fifteen, and each person should apply for at least two projects. The head teacher must mobilize the students. Qi Yan didn't respond. It was the children's willingness, so the number did not reach the target, and the leader called out to talk.

Unexpectedly, after the results came out, the second class won the most prizes, which is really unexpected.

In the second Chinese class, Qi Yan moved a few minutes before class to come out and read his names one by one in the class to give out awards.

The children are very happy. Maybe I just arrived in junior high school, and I haven't completely separated from the immaturity of elementary school. I have a strong sense of collective honor. I only follow my teacher.

And Qi Yan clearly knows that at most half a year later, puberty will arrive sooner or later, and when they adapt to junior high school life and their self-awareness rises, all of them will become "old fritters", and they will be rebellious again in the second.

Although there are individual differences, the general group is roughly the same.

A class is forty-five minutes, and the time always flies quickly. Qi Yan still has a precise grasp of the rhythm of the get out of class. When the bell rang, he just finished the content of today's class preparation.

Then the eye exercise radio rang, and she waved to the girl in the outermost position by the window, "Come up."

The squad leader stood on the stage to temporarily replace the supervisor. Qi Yan went to the toilet and found that the whole class was doing eye exercises seriously. Only Lu Wei lowered his head and didn't know what to do underneath. Because she is sitting in the middle of the middle group, facing the podium, she can see it at the first glance.

Qi Yan walked over quickly, knuckles knocked on the table, and said coldly: "Take out the phone."

The sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet environment. Lu Wei shook his body, raised his head suddenly, and stared at her in a daze. The phone screen under the desk was still on, and rows of black squares appeared on it.

The whole class looked sideways one after another. Forty-six eyes, like forty-six needles, were all pierced on the little girl's face, and the white skin quickly turned crimson.

She pouted and handed over the phone reluctantly.

Qi Yan squeezed it in his hand, which was quite heavy, then glanced at the screen, which was the e-book "Triple Doors".

She was surprised, but didn't say anything, turned back to the podium, stacked her mobile phone with the lesson plan, and continued to supervise. When the eye health exercises were over, the radio played a prelude to the inter-class exercises, and she said quietly: "All go down and line up."

After speaking, he took a look at Lu Wei, picked up his things and left the classroom.

The last class of the second class in the morning is physical education.

The teachers have all gone to class, and the office is silent. A large swath of sunlight is thrown in from the south window, which is divided into pieces, and it is evenly scattered on each desk, warm and bright.

Qi Yan had no class and was correcting his composition. Because she was the only one in the office, he couldn't help laughing when he changed.

The children's writing is very immature, and the lines between the lines are full of "weiguangzheng" and "truth, goodness and beauty". Individual students have a lot of wrong words and sick sentences, or keep running accounts. She is a greasy adult who reads it and misses her school days.

Smiling happily, there was a knock on the door.

-Tuk Tuk Tuk

Qi Yan paused, raised his head, and saw that the office door was slowly opened for a while.

"Ms. Qi..."

Lu Wei probed in from outside, rolled his eyes, looked around the office, and found that the other teachers were not there. He was delighted in his heart, closed the door and ran over.

"Aren't you in physical education?" Qi Yan already guessed what she was going to say.

"Ms. Hu said that he can move freely."

Qi Yan said, pretending to be indifferent: "Something?"

The girl nodded, looked into her eyes, and said sincerely: "Mr Qi, I know I was wrong, can you return the phone to me?"

"What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't play mobile phones in class."

"It's good to know."

Lu Wei bit his lower lip, twisted his fingers tightly around the corner of the school uniform, and whispered, "The phone..."

"Call your mother." Qi Yan said casually, leaning back on the back of the chair, and deliberately cold his face.

Facing this girl, it is inevitable to think of Lu Zhiqiao. The awkward and dramatic relationship between the two seems to hinder her judgment. She can neither ignore her like the past two months nor distinguish her from other students. Treat yourself for fear of subjective favoritism and loss of principles.

At that time, she didn't know that one day in the future, she would like to please this child, and even love the house and the house, without paying attention to any principles.

"My mother is very busy, she doesn't have time..." Lu Wei said halfway through, feeling that this reason was untenable. Sure enough, Qi Yan interrupted: "door to door, very convenient."

"..."

The little girl flushed, mist formed in her black eyes, and tears fell in a short while.

A child with a good-looking face is so pitiful even if he cries. Qi Yan felt that he was poked in his chest, frowned, and handed her the tissue, "If you make a mistake, you should take responsibility."

Lu Wei sniffed and wiped his tears silently.

She also didn't understand why Teacher Qi, who usually looks gentle and kind, suddenly became so indifferent. What about Teacher Qi who would joke with everyone and comfort and encourage others?

The more I thought about it, the more I was wronged, the tears couldn't be wiped away.

"get out of class is almost over." Qi Yan looked at his watch, expressionless, "Do you want to be seen by other teachers later?"

Children have strong self-esteem, and those with personality like Lu Wei are more sensitive and care more about the opinions of others. Although she shouldn't take advantage of the child's weakness in conscience, it is still important to send people away first, otherwise in case her maternal love overflows and compromises, where is the majesty?

This trick has a miraculous effect. Lu Wei raised his head in a panic, glanced at the office door, hurriedly wiped away his tears, and ran out sullenly.

Qi Yan let out a sigh of relief, shook his head, and continued to change his composition.

In the evening, Lu Zhiqiao returned home.

Working overtime for a week makes her physically and mentally exhausted. It is rare that she can get off work on time today, but she will be on a business trip tomorrow morning. She couldn't accompany her child for two weekends, so she couldn't help feeling guilty, so she bought some snacks and her daughter's favorite cake when she was shopping for vegetables.

There was the sound of the piano in the second bedroom. She stood on the floor mat and changed her shoes, bringing the door with her backhand. The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and then the door of the second bedroom opened.

Lu Wei did not rush out as usual, but took a probe first before walking over slowly, "Mom..."

She lowered her head and pinched her fingers, her voice sounded like a mosquito hum, then her eyes fell on the little cake, her eyes lit up.

"Wow! Cake!"

"Eat first." Lu Zhiqiao smiled and gave her the bag. "Place the cake in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow."

The little girl took it happily, staring at her for a while. Although she wanted to eat it, she listened to her mother and put the cake in the refrigerator obediently.

Lu Zhiqiao carried the vegetables into the kitchen, washed his hands and dried them out, and put another bag on the coffee table.

"Niu Niu, my mother is going on a business trip tomorrow. I will be back next Tuesday. These snacks are for next week. Remember not to eat too much at once." She said softly, touching her daughter's head, her eyes full of guilt.

"There is still next weekend, I can't accompany you to the barbecue. Waiting for the Spring Festival mother's holiday, let's go on a trip together, okay?"

There was a lost expression on the girl's face, her eyes dimmed, but she still responded happily.

At least there is the Spring Festival to look forward to. It is her favorite holiday, because there are only those few days each year that they can enjoy their private time. Mom will make a lot of delicious food, take her out to play, and stay with her all day and night. she.

Because it is only once a year, it is precious.

"If you don't go out after dark, the doors and windows are locked at night, no one at home wants to turn off the electric gate and gas valve, and you have to call you when you go to school and after school. You can practice piano before doing homework. You can't go to bed more than ten thirty..." Lu Wei hung down. Eyelids, one by one with her fingers, these are the precautions that my mother has told countless times, she has learned by heart since childhood.

The girl's voice is sweet and crisp, and her white face is a bit childish, but her brows reveal a forbearance that does not match her age.

Lu Zhiqiao listened in a daze, and couldn't help but feel sad.

This child is stupid, he doesn't cry much since he was a child, and rarely expresses what he wants, which really makes her worry-free compared to peers. Of course, there is no child who does not desire to be coquettish, not eager to be noticed, premature sensibility is prone to insecurity, and it is difficult to make up for it when he grows up.

Although she understood, she was really powerless.

Only the mother and daughter depend on each other in the family. These years, she worked hard and made money. She couldn't squeeze extra time to spend time with her children. Even taking care of her was a luxury.

When my daughter was in elementary school, she boarded halfway, and she ate in the school cafeteria at noon and night. She was taken care of by the life teacher. She picked her up after work. If she met her on a business trip, she would take the subway by herself. At the age of seven or eight, he can recognize most of the traffic signs, remember all the station names of five subway lines, can tell the direction without getting lost, and learned to take care of himself early.

It is her who caused all this.

No one had to live so hard.

"Mom, I can take care of myself. Don't worry about going on a business trip." The girl raised her head and looked at her mother with a very small voice and trembling eyelashes.

Lu Zhiqiao's nose was sour, he didn't say a word, barely raised a smile, leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"By the way, mom, something..."

"Um?"

Lu Wei bit his lip and lowered his head, pinching his fingers for a while, pulling the corners of his clothes for a while, entangled for a long while, and said, "Ms. Qi asked you to get your phone..."