There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The cool fingertips touched the pulse, and warm blood was beating under the skin. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help but clenched tightly and looked at her pleadingly.

This face was completely reflected in the line of sight. In just two days, he was a lot haggard, his face was a little pale, and his eyes were faintly bruised. The whole person looked depressed and depressed.

Waist-length hair was also cut off, only left behind the shoulders, fragmented and uneven, revealing a somewhat indifferent temperament.

She twitched her heart and it hurt more and more.

"Qi Yan..."

Qi Yan stared at her for a moment, then blinked indifferently: "I don't want to talk." His wrist struggled, trying to get rid of her restraint.

She held it tighter and held on to it.

There was a slight disparity between the strength of the two, and she needed two hands to hold it firmly, and her heart was anxious, and her strength was neither light nor heavy. Qi Yan was caught in pain, frowned, and said impatiently: "I have said in the letter what I should say, there is nothing to talk about."

"I know it's my own problem." Lu Zhiqiao said softly, "I was too impulsive that day, I didn't calmly communicate with you in time, I'm sorry. Of course, this is not the root cause, but there is something in my heart that I haven't figured out clearly yet. ..."

It turns out that emotional humbleness is this kind of feeling.

From the time she assumed the responsibility of raising her daughter, there were only jobs and children in her life. The feeling of being humble and humble for the person she likes, annihilated like dust in the long river of time, is already a matter of high school, and it has brought her indelible pain for a long time. So over the past ten years, she paralyzed herself and buried herself with her own hands.

She is convinced that in the second half of her life, only work and her daughter can see her at a glance. Therefore, she will no longer actively like someone, let alone take the initiative to stay.

However, she met Qi Yan and fell into the gentle whirlpool of this person, where she could not help herself.

She didn't want to lose her.

Qi Yan turned his face to one side, carrying the light behind his back, unable to see his expression clearly.

Obviously, she had been wounded all over, and she felt exhausted, but when she heard Lu Zhiqiao apologize and beg for forgiveness in a low voice, her heart ached again, and she felt a little bit reluctant to give up.

When I first met Lu Zhiqiao, she was attracted by the unique temperament of this person. Perhaps it was because the white suit was incompatible with the people around him, or it was because the other person sat quietly in the corner with a drink, as if isolated from the hustle and bustle, the existence was inconspicuous, and the privacy was inconspicuous.

She was just greedy of Lu Zhiqiao's body at the time.

Later, I gradually discovered that this person was the grass that broke out of the soil in the corner of the wall, and the savagely growing flower on the cliff, completely opposite to her. She thought about it, and then she was out of control.

She would never be cruel to Lu Zhiqiao.

"Can you...give me a chance..." The voice in his ear choked.

Qi Yan squeezed the palms of his hands, sour eyes floating in his gloomy eyes.

She can't be soft-hearted, so the problem is still not solved. Sooner or later, quarrels will break out. What's the point of time after time? It should be done once and for all. If the fate is not enough, they can get together anyway, if not, it is only a matter of time before they smooth out the pain and start a new life.

The future is not expected.

"Calm down." Qi Yan turned his face back and said blankly, "I'm really tired."

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned. It seemed that he had heard a turn for the better, but he could not bear to see the deep exhaustion between her eyebrows, and slowly let go of her hands.

Qi Yan turned and walked towards 902.

"Did you...didn't you come back yesterday?" Lu Zhiqiao asked quietly while standing still.

Qi Yan paused, and immediately understood what she was trying to say. Without looking back, he took out the key to open the door, and faintly dropped the next sentence: "I'll get something."

Lu Zhiqiao paled.

"You won't live here anymore?"

The man didn't answer, entered the room, and closed the door.

...

As soon as he entered the door, Qi Yan could smell the familiar perfume in the air, like cold citrus, like heavy sandalwood, light and awe-inspiring, which remained in the house for a long time. Her gloomy eyes lost consciousness for a moment, then laughed at herself, and returned to a gloomy appearance.

The living room still retains the decoration of the birthday night. The meteors on the ceiling are hanging down, the golden letters are bright and warm, and the pink and purple balloons are piled on the floor against the wall. Some of them have slowly faded and become smaller.

Lu Zhiqiao has the key. He must have seen it when he came here last night.

She didn't plan to clean up the decorations, but the moment when she was almost soft-hearted, it sounded the alarm for her. If you let yourself keep these traces, she will take the initiative to look back soon. Lu Zhiqiao is her weakness. She must be cruel to herself and turn her weakness into armor, otherwise the wound in her heart will never heal.

In fact, she was a little disappointed. After listening to the person's apology, she didn't seem to really realize where the root was, or that she was still in the stage of groping. Because I was impatient, I just wanted to comfort her, or maybe because I didn't have enough time to calm down, I didn't think deeply.

I don't know what I am looking forward to.

Qi Yan laughed at himself, dropped the bag on the sofa, took out the utility knife from the drawer of the coffee table, walked to the balloon and squatted down.

Hand up the knife and drop.

Every time a balloon is pierced, a sharp blade seems to pierce her heart, cutting through countless bloodstains. A series of "pops" penetrated into the eardrum, her movements became slower and slower, her arms were a little stiff, and tears fell when she reached the last one.

They were blown up by Lu Zhiqiao with his mouth one by one.

She could imagine that person, suffocating her breath, working hard, pouting and blowing the balloon very hard, and then happily connecting them together, putting them in a good shape. It must have taken a lot of effort.

Now she pierced all the balloons easily.

Destroy her heart and this relationship together.

Cracked latex|rubber fragments scattered on the ground, a warm and romantic pinkish purple color, Qi Yan wiped away his tears, took a broom and dustpan, swept them all away, and dumped them into the trash can. Then she pulled down the veil in front of the TV, cut the English letters, and then moved the ladder to tear off the curtain from the ceiling.

Filled with two large garbage bags.

Standing by the sofa, Qi Yan looked at the restored living room, his heart felt as if he had been eaten by a bug, numb, and aching.

In the past two days, she lived in another small apartment of her own, far away from the school, and had to get up very early. Originally, she planned to go home directly, but her heart was filled with anger and emotion. Her parents could tell at a glance that she had encountered something. She didn't want the two old people to worry, so she calmed down alone for two days, cleared her thoughts, and adjusted her mood.

You can go home and live now.

If her parents asked, she would just say she wanted to resign.

Ms. Lin must be happy, maybe she will have a banquet to celebrate that she finally figured out and escaped from the "sea of ​​bitterness."

Thinking of his family, Qi Yan's lips curled up.

She went into the study and took a suitcase, packed the things she wanted to take away, and then closed the gas valve, water and electricity main gate, and put away all the belongings about Lu Zhiqiao at home, and sealed them in the storage box in the study.

Photo album, headphones, and an amber necklace hanging around her neck...

[Like your eyes]

The hair can be cut, but the eyes cannot be digged.

Qi Yan put on his shoes, glanced at the house one last time, and turned to open the door. Dragging the box out, when he looked up, he saw Lu Zhiqiao still standing there.

She was stunned, brought the door with her backhand, and carried two bags of garbage over Lu Zhiqiao, walked into the fire escape, and threw it into the big bucket.

"Where are you going?" Lu Zhiqiao asked in a low voice.

Qi Yan lowered his eyes, did not answer, and pressed the elevator.

"Yes... aren't you coming back?"

Still no answer.

At this time, the door of 901 opened, and Lu Wei poked his head out and called to his mother. Before the next words were spoken, he saw Qi Yan next to him, and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Qi!"

The two turned their heads at the same time.

The little girl hurriedly put on her shoes and ran out, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, can you teach me to make a cake?" She hugged Qi Yan's arm excitedly, "I have all the materials ready~"

Qi Yan stiffened, and subconsciously glanced at Lu Zhiqiao, who happened to also look at her.

A glimmer of hope ignited in his black eyes, Lu Zhiqiao looked at her, then at his daughter, a heart hung in his throat, pounding.

She thought with a fluke, Qi Yan wouldn't refuse the child, right? Besides, it is a good thing that has been promised. Then it means that Qi Yan will stay to teach her daughter to make cakes, and she can also buy a little time, and things still have room for change.

However, in the next second, hope was broken.

"I'm a little tired recently, I will teach you another day." Qi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled lightly.

She used to make small movements to her daughter, either rubbing her head or squeezing her face, but she didn't move at this moment, just like her faint smile, she couldn't hold it up, and she lost her strength.

"Um, okay." Lu Wei was a little bit disappointed. He looked at her and then at his mother. He suddenly realized something and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to obediently let go of her arm.

The elevator reached the ninth floor and the door opened.

Qi Yan dragged his suitcase and stepped into the elevator, turned his face sideways, and pressed the negative layer key, his eyes stopped on the key row, and he didn't move.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

The last thing Lu Zhiqiao saw in his eyes was Qi Yan's indifferent and tired profile, which became smaller and smaller until he was completely isolated...

It seems like a goodbye.

When I got home, my parents were away, and the nanny said that she would come back later after dinner. Qi Yan asked her to cook casually, ate hastily, and went upstairs to the house to take a shower.

The bedroom is very large, with a balcony, cloakroom and bathroom. When you go out, turn left is a small pantry, which contains the electric skillet, bakeware, air fryer, coffee machine, juicer, etc., as well as a small refrigerator. . Turning to the right is a small gym specially arranged for her by her parents. It has basic equipment and can solve all her life needs without going downstairs.

She lay in the bathtub and took a bath comfortably, put on her pajamas, made herself a mango milkshake, and sat on the vine swing on the balcony to rest.

The evening breeze in early summer was warm and dry, and the surroundings were silent and there were occasional vehicles passing by. Although it is a familiar environment, it has nothing to do with those unpleasant things, so it is better than the new environment and change her mood.

The sky gradually darkened, and a full moon climbed up.

Qi Yan finished the milkshake, brushed his teeth, and sat on the bed with the camera in his arms.

The camera still kept the magazine pictures taken last time for the models, and there were backups in the computer, which she deleted one by one. Unknowingly, the deletion was finished, and Lu Zhiqiao's photo suddenly popped out in front of my eyes.

Closed to the blue sea and blue sky, and the shadow of the coconut wind tree, the man leaned against the tree, wearing a white skirt elegant and clean, tilted his head, revealing a slender neck|sub, straight collar|bones, the whole person is comfortable and calm, exuding Gentle and gentle breath.

She still remembered that she was watching idiotically from behind.

Turning back, there are many more, the happy time they spent together on the island, and the precious memories they left. At that time, she thought, if there is no possibility between the two, she would cherish these photos for the rest of her life.

Four months passed in the blink of an eye, and she knew that they could be together, just the last step.

But--

Qi Yan looked at the photo, his eyes a little sour, he felt irritable in his heart, and deleted the photo. However, when she deleted one, she felt distressed. She put down the camera and thought about it for a while. She picked it up and continued deleting.

Delete all!

Seeing is believing!

Comfortable.

When the last one was deleted, the bedroom door was knocked. She looked up and saw Ms. Lin leaning in and said, "Mom?"

"Yeah, are you willing to go home and live?" Ms. Lin was wearing an evening gown with rich make-up on her face and sat down by the bed grinning. Obviously, I don't know which dinner venue I just came back from.

After speaking, his gaze fell on the girl's shoulder, stunned.

"Have you cut your hair?"

Qi Yan put down the camera and touched his hair casually. He habitually raised his arms, but the ends of her hair slipped out of her hands—shortened, they couldn't be brushed like before, and there was no longer a smooth and smooth hand.

She paused in the air, raised her eyebrows at Ms. Lin, and pretended to smile naturally: "I want to change my hairstyle, and my hair is too long to wash."

Ms. Lin nodded, with a hint of deep meaning in her shrewd eyes.

The daughter she gave birth to knows herself that she likes to grow her hair since she was a child, and every time her hair grows to the bottom, she has to take her to cut it, and she howls like killing a pig and is dying. It has been like this for more than 20 years, but now she suddenly feels that her hair is too long and she wants to change it, but she doesn't believe it.

Maybe something happened, and I didn't want to say, I'm acting here. Ms. Lin's heart is like a mirror.

"By the way, Mom, I have good news for you."

"Oh?"

Qi Yan moved forward, hugging her arm affectionately, and said loudly: "I, announce, I, want to resign!"

The air is quiet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The mother and daughter stared with wide-eyed eyes. For a long time, Ms. Lin's smile remained undiminished, but her heart fell apart. Intuition was that the girl must have been wronged at school. Run back to live, and cut your hair?

"Mom, why didn't you speak anymore?" Qi Yan reached out and shook her eyes, "Unhappy? Haven't you been thinking about my resignation before?"

"Happy, of course happy." Ms. Lin echoed a few words, her smile a little stiff, she wanted to say something, but seeing the girl is okay, she didn't know if she should tear down the stage.

How serious is this going to happen before my daughter can cut off her long hair that has been the root of her life since she was young? She couldn't help but think about the school that she and Dad Qi couldn't protect, and the situation of teachers nowadays.

So distressed.

Very impatient.

Qi Yan noticed that there was something wrong with his mother, so he grabbed a smile, and the fox asked, "Mom, do you have something to say?"

"Words..." Ms. Lin hesitated to speak.

"Huh? Come on, what's the matter?"

"Did something happen in school?"

"No ah."

Still acting!

She was born an Oscar queen!

Ms. Lin was anxious, but instead grabbed her hand, her eyebrows squeezed into a ball: "Don't be afraid that your parents are worried and just hold back. No matter what you encounter, the family will find a way together, don't carry it alone. Good." He touched the back of her head like coaxing a child.

Qi Yan: "..."

Speaking of this, Qi Yan knew that he couldn't keep it secret. After all, he was his mother and knew her too well.

She thought for a while, sighed, and said half-truth: "I just feel aggrieved. I have accumulated a lot of grievances over the past few years. I feel tied up. I quarreled with the parents of the students two days ago. I was so annoyed that I didn't want to do it. "

Ms. Lin let out a sigh of relief, her expression calming down, "I was scared to death, so why is it?"

"Isn't it irritating to quarrel? I don't think I have to worry about food and drink. I don't need to be angry." Qi Yan said while pouting, like he did when he was a child, trying to act like a baby.

Ms. Lin smiled with wrinkles at the end of her eyes, hugged her cheerfully, and softly coaxed: "Good, good, Mom told you a long time ago that we have our own circle, which is big and wide, and it grows as you like. This The world is huge. Although we have money, we cannot cover the sky with our hands. Especially in this land, we must learn to be low-key and play our own."

Qi Yan said, comfortably nestled in her arms.

"When do you quit?"

"end of school term."

"That's OK, when the time comes, our family of three will go to play. It's been a long time since we went out together." Ms. Lin blossomed with joy.

"good."

Qi Yan responded briskly, resting his head on his mother's shoulder, and the disguised smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.

When I was most aggrieved and sad, only my family can understand me. Just like Ms. Lin, I can see through what she thinks at a glance, and Lu Zhiqiao, who was once regarded as a family member, will always rank her second, breaking her heart...

Work on Monday and have meetings throughout the morning.

The news of the chairman's death spread little by little in the company. There was a lot of discussion in private about why the chairman of the board passed away in response to a high-level personnel change. I am afraid there is a chilling connection in it.

Most of the rich inheritance left by Gu Shuning went to Wen Zilong, a small part to Shu Minxi, and a small part to donate. In the new week, Wen Zilong participates in high-level meetings as chairman. Although he is middle-aged, he is still in good shape and shows no signs of gaining a blessing. In addition, he has a gentle and elegant skin. Once he appears in the company, gossip group Exploded.

All morning, Lu Zhiqiao was desperately digesting the fact that his friend became an oss.

During the lunch break, Wen Zilong called her and said that he would invite her to dinner and tell a story by the way. She was in a bad mood and was reluctant to go, but when she heard "related to my sister", after thinking about it, she went.

In just two or three days, Wen Zilong's whole body was haggard a lot, and his eyes were a little lost, but even so, the temperament of a mature man could fascinate many girls.

He is meticulous and thoughtful, and takes care of her very much after eating. If Lu Zhiqiao doesn't know that this person is the same to all women, it is inevitable to think more.

"About my sister--" He took a sip of his drink, his expression somewhat depressed.

Lu Zhiqiao held his breath...

He was silent for a long time, his eyes became redder, and he suddenly lowered his head and sighed: "Why don't you let Sister Minxi tell you, I don't know how to say... Today I mainly want to apologize to you, but I didn't explain to you before. I'm clear, I'm sorry."

Lu Zhiqiao stared at him for a moment, and asked softly, "Your sister...didn't you pass away very early?"

"Um."

"She and Gu Dong, aren't they together?"

"No."

People who can't be forgotten to death have not been able to be together, yin and yang have been separated for fifteen years, a tragedy in the world.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiqiao suddenly thought of Qi Yan, his throat a little blocked.

She put down her chopsticks, picked up the phone and tapped it. On the screen was a picture of Qi Yan. She opened WeChat and habitually poked the orange cat's head, but found that the original dynamic and rich circle of friends had become a straight line...

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