There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

After dinner, Lu Zhiqiao knocked on the door opposite to 902.

From stepping out of the house to the other side, but only three or five steps away, she hesitated to walk until she stood in front of the door, her arm was filled with lead, and she was too heavy to lift up, as if there was a beast behind the door. Spit bones.

Living in a reinforced concrete building in the city, there is no interpersonal relationship. Even door-to-door neighbors do not necessarily know each other. They only need to be polite, and no other exchanges are necessary. With this thought, she has been relieved a lot in recent days. The busy week has also made her forget all the embarrassment, shame and excitement.

But the one who should come is still unable to hide.

The door opened quickly, as if the owner knew she was coming and was waiting deliberately.

When that face appeared behind the door, in the orange light, the back of her neck suddenly shrank, and all the emotions that had been left behind flowed back into her empty heart.

"Come in." Qi Yan smiled still softly, as if she was not surprised that she would come, his eyes were calm and relaxed.

At that moment, Lu Zhiqiao felt that he had entered the wolf's den.

Qi Yan was wearing pajamas, burgundy silk, with half exposed clavicles, tall and tall, with long silky hair draped behind his back, with a strand hanging down in front of him, black and bright by the lights. Her eyebrows are gentle, but her eyes are deep and sharp, like a gentle knife.

She prepared slippers for her, which fit unexpectedly, and the style also suits her liking, plain color, without too much decoration.

Lu Zhiqiao thought he would never take the initiative to step into this room. In fact, she did not take the initiative, but came in passively. Now that she is here, she is unavoidable to be curious. As soon as she walked in, before she had time to look at it, she saw a huge luo|female picture hanging on the background wall of the TV set, which was very vague.

The woman in the picture does not know her, her front is raised and backward, her beautiful legs are slender, she is half leaning against the tree trunk, behind her is the lush mountain forest, fragrant | beautiful but not vulgar.

Lu Zhiqiao's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly looked away, but he met Qi Yan's smirking gaze unbiasedly. The other party turned his head and looked at the picture without saying anything. He took her to the sofa and gave it to her. Pour a cup of warm water.

"thanks."

The sofa is facing the picture, you can see it when you look up, and you can't avoid it. Lu Zhiqiao picked up the cup and took a sip of water, then lowered his head slightly, and the warm water flowed down her throat, temporarily calming her mind.

Qi Yan sat down next to her, picked up the black rectangular object placed on the coffee table and handed it over, and raised his eyebrows.

Daughter's cell phone.

Lu Zhiqiao stagnated for a while, and then he took it for a while, apologized in his eyes, and said softly: "Sorry, Teacher Qi, the child is causing you trouble."

"No." Qi Yan stared at her with scorching eyes. "It's just that I happened to be seen when I was doing eye exercises between classes. She is still very serious in class."

Lu Zhiqiao nodded lightly and said nothing.

Only a short distance away, Qi Yan’s face was reflected in her ink-like eyes. The mole of tears was like a lustrous and full black pearl, vividly embedded under the end of her eyes, as if it would turn into a black drop at any time. Tears rolled down.

It is said that people with moles of tears have a life of sadness.

That night, Qi Yan didn't remember how many times he had kissed it. He only knew that from the beginning he was gentle and careful, and then he was extremely crazy.

Of course, I didn't dare to exert any effort.

"The school does not allow students to bring mobile phones. I don't care about it." Qi Yan said as he couldn't help but get closer, smelling the "Goddess of Hunting", and a scent storm was set off at the tip of his nose.

Having said that, she did not dare to ask herself whether she was acting in accordance with the rules and regulations, or using this as an excuse to approach this woman. Maybe there are both, but there is always a number to be separated, so that it is deeply entangled in, and pondering inside.

She has a lot of love, read countless people, and has always been simple and neat.

"Teacher Qi, I can understand your work, but I am usually very busy and often need to call the child, so the phone...she still has to bring it." Lu Zhiqiao said lightly, a bit lonely, even with a bitter smile on his sorry smile.

"But I will tell her not to take it out at school, and not to be seen by teachers and classmates."

The school’s rules are like this, but it’s just a display. The number of students who sneaked in their mobile phones is too small to count. Every day when they are on lunch breaks, they will be blacked out in the classroom. The shouts are slightly louder and reach the entrance of the corridor. Teacher's office, but no one will take care of it.

When it was time for class, the instructor was patrolling the corridors wearing school uniforms, and the class teacher appeared at the back door or outside the window from time to time, catching them by surprise.

So there is an unspoken rule: you can bring your mobile phone, don't get caught.

Qi Yan wouldn't say it bluntly, she just smiled, and then asked, "Oh, what did you do?"

"..."

After a long while, Lu Zhiqiao pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qi Yan didn't ask any more questions, and raised his hand to tuck his hair. The straight and smooth hair slid between his fingers and scattered randomly behind his shoulders. The rich black melted into a blood red, charming and charming.

"Mobile phone, I can open my eyes and close my eyes."

She smiled sideways, the corners of her eyebrows bloomed with tenderness, and suddenly her upper body tilted over and lowered her voice: "It's on your face."

Lu Zhiqiao watched her move her hair quietly, before he had slowed down, his lips were hot, and the familiar breath continued to sweep in, strong and gentle, squeezing into her side of the city.

She is very fragrant, it is the wine in the cellar, it is the precipitated tea.

There are so many beauties in the bar, all of them are well-dressed and beautiful, but in Qi Yan's eyes they are just a single empty element symbol, but this person alone is clean and clear, like a sea, no one knows how deep and expansive she is. .

The so-called love at first sight is just to see |

"Well-"

The sound of tangling water stains.

This person is experienced and a veteran. Lu Zhiqiao was dizzy and responded subconsciously. The small flame in his heart was ignited and agitated.

She was right, she was really sensitive.

"Should we give it a try, eh?" Qi Yan suddenly stopped, holding her face in both hands, pressing her forehead against it.

The silk pajamas were sluggish, just after some action, the loose collar|mouth fell to one side, the collar|bones and the shoulder blades were half hidden, like fresh snow covered with large red plums.

Lu Zhiqiao took his gaze away from her shoulders with difficulty and closed his eyes, "Teacher Qi, please respect yourself..."

"Really?" Qi Yan kissed her Mole of tears, "You didn't say that that night."

"..."

Fortunately, not to mention, all of Lu Zhiqiao's restrictions and self-reliance collapsed. Thinking of everything that night, his heart beat violently, and the beautiful cherry color spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears, and he was too embarrassed to speak.

But, from beginning to end, she never struggled, nor did she ever move the thought of pushing this person away.

However, Qi Yan took the initiative to let go of her, and her fingertips gently drew a strand of her tousled hair, pinned it behind the ear, and then slid along the chin, all the way to the tightly buttoned collar|mouth, staying for a while. Take it back.

Lu Zhiqiao opened his eyes trembling, and as soon as he raised his head, he saw the luo|female picture, his fingers tightened suddenly, and he turned his face hurriedly.

"That's a body art photo I took." Qi Yan's voice was as clear as water, she smiled, her expression as usual, and she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with hanging it in the living room.

The details on the picture are vividly displayed, and at first glance it is inevitable that people think it is a painting. Lu Zhiqiao glanced at it again, mumbled, and stood up uncomfortably: "I won't disturb Teacher Qi." He smiled politely, and walked to the door quickly.

"Wait a moment."

Qi Yan called to her, got up and entered the room for a while, then came out with a book and handed it to her.

Lu Zhiqiao glanced at the cover of the book, whose name was "Three Doors."

"Send to Lu Wei."

People have gone for about half an hour. Qi Yan was sitting on the sofa under a blanket. He took out a cigarette case and a lighter where Lu Zhiqiao had been sitting, and lit a cigarette.

The mist filled with fresh rose fragrance, half of her charming and beautiful face was submerged, one leg stretched straight on the coffee table, the other leg was bent, the elbow was resting on the knee, and the thin cigarette was between her fingers, lazy Leaning lazily.

Looking at the art and taking care of it, that face gradually turned into Lu Zhiqiao’s look. His eyes were so cold that he could not eat fireworks, but his eyes were full of desire. A mole of tears was very touching. It is inevitable to be hooked away.

When he was very young, Qi Yan knew that he liked older women, or older sisters, or aunts. They have independent thoughts and rich experience, like the far-reaching sky. You never know how tall they are, like the vast ocean. , You never know how deep they are.

They have been tested by time, precipitated in the years, exuding a reassuring charm, attracting you to explore and understand. And she never seeks the care of her sister or aunt, on the contrary, she has a strong desire to protect them|hope, she likes challenges, likes to pursue excitement.

Xun Xun Mi Mi has been in front of her for so many years, except for the first love that made her unforgettable.

If Lu Zhiqiao can be her model, then she is willing to only pick up the camera for her in the future.

And obviously this is impossible.

Qi Yan laughed mockingly and snorted the filter. The slender cigarette was instantly burned by sparks, and the soot fell on the tiled floor.

The phone kept popping up WeChat messages. She picked it up and looked at it. The home and school group was very lively. I don’t know who sent a voting link, which aroused discussion among the parents. You said every word, and quickly swiped dozens of them. strip.

Qi Yan said: [Please parents not to chat in the group]

Those who are the most active are always those who are most active, Cai **** mother, Hu x mother, Ouyang **** father, Luo **** mother...The group was built relatively late, and most of the parents who spoke in just one week have an impression. The exception is Lu Zhiqiao.

No matter what she sent, homework or notice, there was no one in the series of "receives", which made her wonder if she was not in the group at all, it was transparent.

The group is quiet.

Qi Yan opened the list of members, followed the names one by one, and found "Mother Lu Wei"—the head was a field of violet flowers, and his nickname was a simple "Lu".

She hesitated for a few moments and clicked to add.

Nowadays, people don’t leave their mobile phones, and WeChat is one of the most frequently used software. Adding friends should be quick. With this thought in mind, Qi Yan waited until late at night and sent it three times. The message was like a stone sinking into the ocean without any response.

The next day was Saturday. Qi Yan woke up early, and he opened his eyes to see that WeChat was still silent, and he vaguely understood. She didn't insist anymore, warmed up after freshening up, put on sports clothes and went for a run.

Stepping out of the house, the open door of the elevator was about to close. She ran over in threes or twos, pressing the button outside, and the door slowly opened to both sides.

Seeing the person inside, Qi Yan smiled at the corners of his lips and greeted him actively: "Good morning."

Going in and closing the door, the enclosed small space was filled with the smell of "Goddess of Hunting", sometimes cold, sometimes heavy, tightly attached to her nose.

Lu Zhiqiao stood on the right with a serious expression. He was stunned when he saw Qi Yan coming in, and then quickly retracted his gaze. She didn't wear a shirt today, but she wore a light-colored silk scarf around her neck, which was still tightly covered.

"morning."

"weekend extra hours?"

"On business trip."

The scent is like a condensing agent, freezing the air.

The elevator is descending layer by layer. I don't know if it is an illusion. Today's speed is exceptionally slow. Qi Yan stared at the crack of the door, seeming to say to himself: "Why not add WeChat?"