There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

A slender figure appeared at the door of the classroom, with her black hair pulled up high, wearing a white sleeveless chiffon skirt, lotus root|arms in pink and white, waist| with a thumb-wide black lacquer belt, looking intellectually elegant. She paused, glanced over the people at the podium, and smiled slightly.

"Ms. Qi."

Lu Zhiqiao steadily stepped forward, nodding lightly at the man.

The cold scent came on the face, first with the icy citrus flavor, a little bit, very light, and gradually became rich, but it was not greasy and not choking. Afterwards, the dreary sandalwood incense was diffused, intertwined and mixed, with a bit of scent in the cold, very intoxicating.

At the moment the scene seems familiar.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then sniffed lightly, trying to capture the rich and layered fragrance, but he couldn't find it again. No matter how it smells, it is different from the smell just now.

Artemis, her "goddess of hunting".

Hunt her.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at the sign-in table, picked up the pen and stooped to sign, before Qi Yan reacted, reached out and pulled out a transcript from her, blinked, and glanced down.

"Teacher, you are saying something. It is discrimination to arrange seats according to grades. You gave my son a chance to sit in the front. He might finish the exam." The middle-aged man held the report card. Talking, quite a posture of not letting the teacher stop.

Of course, his speech was contradictory. The first half of the sentence complained that it was discrimination to arrange seats according to grades, and the second half of the sentence asked their children to sit in the front. After the test, they would have a virtuous circle. Subconsciously, they still agree with this method.

Obviously, arranging seats according to grades is not discrimination, and it is “discrimination” for his son not to sit in the front row.

The eyes of the parents gathered on Qi Yan.

Qi Yan sneered in his heart, retrieved the score sheet of the mid-term exam from his mobile phone, gave him a glance, and said unhurriedly: "Cai Wen ranked 31st in the mid-term exam, and there are 16 students behind him. There are sixteen empty seats in the classroom, most of which are concentrated in the first row and the bottom two rows. Among them, 35, 38, 39, 42 and 45 have chosen the first row. Cai Wen has already chosen the last one before they choose. Pai, why do you think this is?"

The man was speechless for a while, and perhaps unwilling, he retorted, "Sit in the last row always with the bad partner. You have to be invited to sit behind, so you have to make adjustments by your teacher. The children must listen to you, you How can I do without adjustment?"

"Then how do you think the arrangement is appropriate? According to height?" Qi Yan asked patiently.

The parents began to whisper. Lu Zhiqiao watched, his eyes darkened quickly, and he turned a little sideways and half blocked in front of Qi Yan. He looked at the man and said, “I think it’s good to rank according to grades. Fair. Not all children sitting in the back are bad. Your stereotype itself is discrimination. If you rank according to your height, what did that tall student do wrong? It takes three years to sit in the back?"

As soon as this statement came out, other parents echoed:

"That's right, my son is so tall, does he always sit in the back?"

"It's not just one test. My daughter sat in the second last row last semester. This semester she will sit in the third row after finishing the exam. Isn't that normal?"

"The child who is willing to learn will be willing to learn wherever he sits. If you don't want to learn, just put him on the edge of the podium, and he will be able to draw a villain in class..."

Listening to other parents' discussions, the middle-aged man's face was blue and white, and he hesitated to argue: "I mean I want to arrange mobile arrangements."

"Examination results are fluid, either progress or regress, or stay in place, you also need to find the child's own reasons."

"Eh, this is the reason."

With other parents' help, Qi Yan didn't speak any more, and his eyes swept across Lu Zhiqiao's face. Lu Zhiqiao also happened to look over. The two people collided with each other's eyes, and there was a small spark, and the pupils of each other reflected each other's face for a short while.

As if tacit understanding, the two quickly moved their eyes away, Qi Yan looked down at the phone and turned off the score sheet, while Lu Zhiqiao continued to look at the score sheet and found his daughter's name.

This time, Niu Zai scored 80 points in the math test, which is a little better than last time. Chinese and English are still stable. The overall ranking has risen from 19 to 17, which is not bad.

She raised a relieved smile at the corner of her mouth and sat in the third row of the middle group, facing the podium.

The man returned to his seat angrily, and the parents talked for a while, and as the number of people grew, they all sat down.

......

Last year, in the first parent-teacher meeting, Lu Zhiqiao looked down at the transcript all the way, not daring to look at Qi Yan for even half a second.

This year, at the last parent meeting, Lu Zhiqiao kept his head up, staring at the figure on the podium without squinting, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Qi Yan felt her unconcealed gaze, and her heart was pounding like a hare, and it was unavoidable to be distracted.

The two seemed to have changed. She used to tease Lu Zhiqiao presumptuously and show the |sexy| drama, but she only felt that the person was lustful and lustful, which made her enjoy the initiative very much. But now Lu Zhiqiao's eyes were a little more straightforward, she panicked, confused, the cold expression on her face was about to split, and the feeling of passiveness was so wonderful.

Lu Zhiqiao was a gentle and demure person|wife that night, and today Lu Zhiqiao is a cold and capable imperial sister.

No matter how she changes, she is the one she loves. No matter whether she is active or passive, she can't extricate herself.

How can she keep her heart from beating?

Towards the end, Qi Yan simply announced that he would no longer teach in the next semester, and said some polite remarks. Several parents who are usually active in the group asked why, but she didn't answer and went over it vaguely.

The parents left one after another, and the classroom soon became empty.

Qi Yan was standing on the podium and sorting things. The broken hair on her forehead flicked lightly. She raised her hand and stroked it. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the person underneath not leaving, and slowed down. But there weren't many things, no matter how slow it was, she would finish packing, she should go.

The scorching sun shone diagonally in, and the electric fan whirled, blowing away the dryness in the air.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at the people on the podium and hesitated whether to go straight away or take this opportunity to say a few words. They are now in a cooling off period and do not disturb each other. She can't figure out Qi Yan's mind, but...

When he was struggling, he saw Qi Yan holding something and turning around to leave. Lu Zhiqiao's heart was tight and he couldn't take much care of, so he hurriedly got up to catch up with him: "Qi Yan."

The man stopped and turned his head.

His eyes met, no one said anything.

Lu Zhiqiao lowered his eyes and scanned the dismissal letter he was holding in Qi Yan's arms. He was startled. Before he could speak, he heard Qi Yan take the initiative to say: "Take it to the principal to stamp it."

She lifted her eyelids, her expression faint.

"Let's go." Lu Zhiqiao smiled, "I will accompany you."

Jojo today is so beautiful!

The white skirt is cool and cold, and her hair is rarely seen high, showing thin|white smooth neck, light makeup, elegant lips, red teeth and white teeth, tears on the tail of her eyes are as moving as black pearls, and her body is full of fragrance, which is fascinating.

"No need." Qi Yan withdrew his gaze from her face, paused, and said: "Thank you just now."

"Um?"

"Help me speak."

The smile at the corner of Lu Zhiqiao’s mouth froze for two seconds and then deepened. Suddenly she leaned forward and said softly, "Don't be so polite."

The sultry Lengxiang rushed forward, Qi Yan pinched his palms, his cheeks were a little hot from the heat, and his breathing became deep. She pursed her lips and frowned, "Ms. Lu, there is a camera in the classroom, please pay attention."

As soon as the voice fell, a hand stretched out.

Qi Yan held his breath.

This person...

Is it really that Lu Zhiqiao who was so soft in the past?

What does she want to do?

Lu Zhiqiao raised his hand and brushed Qi Yan's hair, a soft|smooth touch came from his fingertips, he brushed it lightly, and smiled and said, "There is dust, I will pat it for you."

In the next second, Qi Yan pushed her away and quickly left the classroom.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor faded away.

Lu Zhiqiao walked to the door of the classroom, watching Qi Yan's back disappear into the corner of the stairs, the luster in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the loss disappeared in a flash. She sighed, didn't follow, turned her eyes to the corridor, startled, and suddenly found that the daughter who was waiting outside was missing.

She quickly took out her mobile phone to make a call.

The daughter said it was on the second floor, outside the second grade (5) classroom.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhiqiao went down to the second floor, turned left, and saw his daughter and Yan Shuyao standing in the corridor chatting.

The parent meeting of Class 5 is not over yet. There are a few students standing scattered outside the corridor, and the two little girls are standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder.

Yan Shuyao is tall, with a chestnut-colored ponytail, and her profile is like a perfect sculpture, her head-to-body ratio is just right, and her legs are very long. She moved her lips slightly, turned her head and smiled at Lu Wei, like a delicate flower standing upright in the middle of summer.

And Lu Wei, looking up at her slightly, smiled stupidly.

Approaching a little closer, Lu Zhiqiao was about to call his daughter, and suddenly he saw Yan Shuyao taking out a piece of candy from his pocket, peeling the paper carefully, and bringing it to her daughter's mouth to feed her.

"..."

A strange thought flashed in Lu Zhiqiao's mind, before he had time to catch him, he stepped forward, "Niuniu, why did you run downstairs?"

The two little girls turned their heads and looked over at the same time.

"Mom." Lu Wei had sugar in his mouth, and his voice was squishy. "Sister Yaoyao said she brought me sugar."

"..."

Good cub, a candy tricked you away. Lu Zhiqiao thought helplessly. Fortunately, it was Senior Sister, not some trafficker outside, otherwise she would not know where to cry at the moment.

In normal times, Qian reminded Wan to give various precautions. The child is also very vigilant outside. She has been in school for many years without incident. She is also relieved. She did not expect to guard against strangers and acquaintances.

"Hello, Auntie." Yan Shuyao greeted with a smile, her dark blue eyes bent into crescents.

Lu Zhiqiao smiled and nodded, his eyes could not hide his surprise.

This little girl looks like a mixed race, with deep and delicate features, especially her eyes are really beautiful, dark blue, with more pupils than the whites of her eyes, agile and energetic, full of stars and the sea.

She likes good-looking eyes and likes to appreciate art. For example, Qi Yan, when she was in a bar, she remembered those brown amber eyes and was stunned.

A hand holding a candy wrapped in milky white paper stretched out, and the girl's crisp voice was in her ear: "Auntie, this candy is delicious, you can try it."

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly returned to his senses, lowered his eyes and glanced, and took it politely, "Thank you."

There is no text on the wrapping paper, only a few silver lines are hooked. She peeled it apart and ate it into her mouth with a face. A sour, sweet and milky scent spread on the tip of the tongue, a bit like lactic acid bacteria, but it tasted very good. Strong alcohol.

It's really delicious.

"Sister Yaoyao, I still want to eat." Lu Wei pouted.

Yan Shuyao raised her eyebrows, curled her lips and smiled, lowered her head and took out a large can from her bag, stuffed it into her hand, and said boldly: "It's all for you. ."

"good!"

Little fool Lu's eyes were filled with candy, and he agreed without even thinking about it.

A jar made of clear glass, one by one filled with sugar, seems to have been poured out and refilled.

Lu Zhiqiao was watching, and that strange thought came out again. Before thinking about it, the door of Class 5 classroom opened, and the parents came out one after another, and the three of them turned their heads together.

In the crowd, a woman in a white shirt and black trousers was particularly eye-catching. She was about the same height as Lu Zhiqiao. She looked like she was in her early thirties with gentle eyebrows and a tie in front of her. She looked like a uniform uniform, but she did not look down upon her. come out.

"Yaoyao." She walked to Yan Shuyao, saw Lu Zhiqiao and Lu Wei, who thought they were classmates and parents, politely nodded and smiled, then looked at the child again, "I will not come back tonight when I am stationed abroad, you and Aunt Lin are two people. Eat, don’t play games too late."

Then he handed the transcript and manual to Yan Shuyao.

"Well, I'm in a hurry, let's go first."

Yan Shuyao waved her hand without any expression on her face.

The woman walked up the stairs without looking back, walking hurriedly, and soon disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Before the fight, Yan Shuyao's parents didn't come, and Lu Zhiqiao wondered what kind of parents could raise such a bold child. Now seeing the mother, he feels different from what he imagined. She stared in that direction blankly, and it took a long time to come back to her senses.

"My mother is a pilot, very busy, flying around every day, I am used to it." Yan Shuyao explained in a low voice, her dark blue eyes were full of carelessness.

Lu Zhiqiao was startled, but she didn't expect she would explain, and saw a little loss through those eyes.

She suddenly remembered that she was usually busy and didn't have time to take care of her daughter. It was exactly the same as Yan Shuyao's situation. She felt a little distressed and her eyes softened: "Where do you live? I'll send you back together."

"No, I'll just take a taxi." Yan Shuyao smiled and shook her head.

When Lu Wei heard this, he frowned, pouted and put her arm around her, "It's okay, Sister Yaoyao, let's go with us. My mother has very good driving skills. I promise to send you home safely."

Lu Zhiqiao paused, a strange feeling flashed in his heart.

She has good driving skills?

In July, the high temperature scorched the earth, and the whole city was as hot as a stove.

After getting the files back, Qi Yan formally bid farewell to his teaching career and was completely free. From the beginning to the end, she was very calm, not half-hearted. The day she took back the file, she even felt relieved, like a fish returning to the water, like a bird rushing into the blue sky, and her breathing was brisk.

Originally, Ms. Lin planned to go out with a family of three, but because of the many company affairs, she had to adjust the plan temporarily and make other arrangements. So Qi Yan's time was empty.

She lay dead at home for a whole week.

Wake up to eat, eat and sleep, read a book when bored, play games for a while, or write something, take some gadgets, and study all kinds of delicacies.

I also miss Lu Zhiqiao.

She looks at Lu Zhiqiao’s circle of friends every day, and the frequency of that person’s movement has obviously increased, and the content is also quite rich. For example, I took my daughter to a big meal, watched a good movie, and shared some interesting things at work.

There are also many selfies.

Strange, never posted before, selfie.

There are those in pajamas, those who commute daily, those in the car, in the office, light makeup, plain makeup, heavy makeup, everything.

Qi Yan secretly saved these photos, transferred them to the computer, and created an exclusive folder named "Fengchen".

All the photos, she only looked at the one at that time, and never looked at it a second time. If she misses the raging flood, then she has to build a dam to intercept the flow by herself. Only by remaining calm and sensible can she think and examine the past, present and future of herself and Lu Zhiqiao.

At the age of about 30, without the impulse and enthusiasm of his youth, everything needs to be considered in many ways, and he can't be emotionally enthusiastic.

Since reading the document, she has been lost in confusion, as if she has re-acquainted another person named Lu Zhiqiao, who is completely different from the previous person, and she has seen something deeper through her appearance. At this point, she suddenly understood how much she had done for granted, but she just relied on intuition to approach and pursue, and she couldn't understand it at all.

This is not to blame her, nor to Lu Zhiqiao.

It is precisely because they have very different personalities and opposite experiences that they will spark intense sparks when they collide together. After all, she would never like someone who looks in a mirror like herself.

These sparks are burning passions and explosives that can swallow them.

The passion cannot be maintained for too long. She needs to re-explore. If she goes out and comes back, and the love in her heart is still there, then she will only recognize one person in this life.

......

July 13th, a sunny hot day.

The sienamodel team chartered a flight to Island Y in Southeast Asia and arrived at the airport at 4:32 pm.

The sky on the island was blue and dust-free, as clear as if it had been washed, the air was a bit stuffy, and the warm wind was blowing on the face, but it didn't feel like being burned by the fire while in Jiangcheng. A group of people came out of the airport, got on the bus, and went to the hotel first.

Single room, sea view room, open the window to create the illusion of being washed away by the waves at any time.

Qi Yan got into the room and closed the door eagerly. He leaned against the door and rested for a while, panting, and let out a sigh of relief when he heard the movement of the next door disappear.

Jiang Yu lives next door to her.

I don't know who made the arrangement, and I was surprised to see the woman's reaction. It shouldn't be intentional, she can't be disgusted.

There is a banquet tonight and I have to have dinner with the sponsors. Now it's a bit too late. Qi Yan can't think so much. He went into the bathroom to wash his face, touch up makeup, and come out to prepare for his evening dress.

—— Tuk Tuk Tuk

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" She paused with her hand opening the box and got up to open the door.

Eighty percent is Jiang Yu.

The door slowly opened, a familiar face appeared in his sight, and Qi Yan froze.

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