There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

In the darkness, Lu Zhiqiao stared at the phone screen and curled his mouth.

Yanyan didn't sleep.

Insomnia?

Are you thinking of her?

In the dream, Qi Yan left her with a cold face. She couldn't catch the opponent's hand as she desperately chased her. She could only watch the person disappear in front of her, and then was awakened.

When I woke up, I clicked on WeChat with fear, thinking that even if I looked at the portrait of the orange cat, I could get some comfort, so I didn't have to disturb Qi Yan, but I didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

Like a fluttering feather, An Ran supported her sinking heart.

Dreams are the opposite of reality.

Lu Zhiqiao stared at the four words, took a deep breath, pressed the urge to send a message, locked the screen, and put the phone on the bedside table.

The night is long, and a "good night" is her soothing medicine.

After the dress show was over, the two parties signed a long-term cooperation agreement. Jiang Yu gave Lu Zhiqiao more than a dozen sets of inner|clothes, and said that in the future, her dresses for important occasions will be covered by the brand, and she is welcome to go to Italy and France when she is free.

A group of people chartered a plane back home. Originally, Jiang Yu was sitting next to Lu Zhiqiao and Qi Yan was sitting next to Assistant Feng. Jiang Yu changed positions with Qi Yan on the grounds that he was looking for an assistant.

Qi Yan: "???"

Lu Zhiqiao's face was calm.

Although the two were sitting together, there was no communication.

During the cruise, the flight attendant brought fruits, and Lu Zhiqiao stared down for a moment, and forkped all the mangoes in his plate onto Qi Yan's plate.

Qi Yan glanced at her, did not speak, crossed a piece into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

It's pretty sweet.

She likes to eat mango.

"Is it delicious?" Lu Zhiqiao tilted his head slightly and asked softly, restrained.

Qi Yan snorted and ate another piece.

It didn't take long to eat up.

Lu Zhiqiao turned his face and looked out the window, his mouth cocked uncontrollably.

Arriving at Jiangcheng Airport in the afternoon, the two parties separated. Before getting into the car, Qi Yan glanced at Lu Zhiqiao. The latter also happened to look over here. Her eyes met briefly. She smiled slightly, moved her eyes away, and got in the car.

Going back to the meeting, finishing up, busy for two or three days.

When there are no large-scale events, Qi Yan only occasionally goes to the company to participate in magazine theme planning and select films. She talks less, only communicates with colleagues on professional content, and does not go to group activities. Everyone is accustomed to her. The level is convincing. Over time, she feels that she has a personality and no longer criticizes.

Jiang Yu is very busy and is often away from the company. Even if he is there, it is mostly for work, and she is basically ignored.

Qi Yan could vaguely guess the reason. He felt relaxed, happy, and didn't have so much scruples at work. Everyone is busy, keeping a distance in private, she is very comfortable.

Travel plans began to be put on the agenda.

When I went home in the evening, the babysitter had already cooked the food and my parents were there. Qi Yan chatted with the old man as usual. Although the old father and Ms. Lin were happy, the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange. She felt something was wrong.

Ms. Lin doesn't seem to want to talk to her old father.

"I plan to go from south to north, the first stop is to South Africa, eh, maybe I can dig a few diamonds and bring them back, hahaha..." Speaking of her travel plan, she opened a Just kidding, secretly observe the reactions of parents.

Dad Qi grinned and nodded again and again: "As long as you can dig it up, Dad will find someone to send it for processing, and do whatever you want."

"A ring will do too?"

"of course."

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to put them on my mom yourself~"

After speaking, the father and daughter looked at Ms. Lin at the same time.

Ms. Lin smiled faintly, without even giving Dad Qi a look, she reached out and picked a spoonful of yellow clam meat and put it in her daughter's bowl, and said, "Say, eat more vegetables and eat less, otherwise it will be fat and no nutrition."

The father and daughter looked at each other.

Qi Yan: Did you make my mother angry?

Dad Qi: Cough cough cough...

Qi Yan: Ha ha, man

Dad Qi: It's hard to say in one word

"..."

After dinner, Ms. Lin went upstairs alone, while Dad Qi sat in the living room to make tea and drink. The two were separated for a long time without a word of communication.

Qi Yan finally realized that something was wrong.

I don't know what other people's houses are like. Her parents know that if the two of them stayed in the house for more than an hour without talking, something must happen.

She didn't understand when she was young, because her parents never quarreled in front of her, she was happy looking for anyone alone, and didn't show her her face. When she grew up, she understood "emotions" and began to understand that parents didn't know how to quarrel, they just kept their tempers invisible.

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Yan decided to coax his mother first, and then went up to the third floor.

"Mom~"

She knocked on the door of the master bedroom and got in.

Ms. Lin was sitting on the balcony holding the dumplings, the warm wind blowing comfortably at night. The plump orange cat drooped its tail and swept it away. It was so uncomfortable. When she saw her coming in, it "meowed" and stretched its paw at her.

"What's wrong, Yanyan?"

Qi Yan smiled and sat next to her, patted the orange cat's paws, and held her affectionately: "Aren't you happy?"

The dumpling was dissatisfied, and kept meowing.

No one cares about it.

"Nothing." Ms. Lin was used to acting, raised her eyebrows and laughed. "Have you packed your luggage? Tomorrow your mom will take you to the airport, call me when you arrive, and send a location message every time you go..."

Started talking again.

"By the way, you must not go to those war-torn countries, what kind of Syria|Leah Aye|Luck...Every day there are bombers, bombers, bullets, and bullets that don’t have eyes, you know. ?"

"I know, it's nice to have a mother." Qi Yan leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Ms. Lin is in her fifties and almost sixties. Her face is maintained like her early forties. She is delicate and shiny. Only when she is close can she see faint wrinkles. Because of her health fitness and diet all year round, her figure is still slim and slender, from head to toe. It reveals the temperament that has experienced thousands of sails.

Outsiders look serious and expensive, and in private at home is a funny old lady.

In fact, she doesn’t want her daughter to go to Africa to play. In her impression, the place is not very peaceful. They will either fight wars or have infectious diseases in two days. There are also things such as insufficient food, unclean water, and poor sanitary conditions. When she thinks of her afraid.

But when the child is older, she has her own idea, can she stop it forcibly?

"mom--"

"Huh?" Ms. Lin came back to her senses.

Qi Yan raised an eyebrow at her: "You quarreled with my dad?"

"..."

"uh-huh?"

Ms. Lin was taken aback, sighed, and nodded helplessly: "Your dad also wants to pay to help his relatives in the country contract some kind of orchard. I persuaded him not to. He said that I had a small belly, so he quarreled."

Qi Yan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became interested, as if he was listening to the story.

Dad Qi has an old problem, that is, he loves to help his relatives in the country to save face, and he pays to build a house and helps arrange work. He is busy and considerate. But those people didn't say anything of gratitude, and they didn't think of his goodness, and they felt that he should be.

He thinks that it is normal for relatives in the same family to take care of each other, but Ms. Lin is very disgusted with this kind of "blood-sucking" behavior.

In the past two years, Dad Qi has constrained, and Ms. Lin did not deliberately care about it. Each stepped back, and the relationship between the two was not affected.

"You won't get a divorce..." Qi Yan's expression changed as he listened, and he couldn't help thinking about the worst.

In her opinion, this is a very serious problem. It is best for the husband and wife to have the same ideas, otherwise, there will be differences and it will be easy for the relationship to break up after a long time.

"Huh? Divorced?" Ms. Lin chuckled, "Impossible, your dad is so virtuous and savvy. It will be fine tomorrow, don't worry."

"But this is obviously Dad's mistake." Qi Yan frowned.

"Hi -" Ms. Lin grabbed her daughter's hand and patted it gently, "You treat it as a math problem. Who is right or wrong? There is no end to the right or wrong in emotional matters. But days, every day Calculating who is right and who is wrong, are you tired?"

"..."

It seems to make sense.

"Then you guys often quarrel?"

"A little quarrel once in two or three months is not counted."

Qi Yan opened his eyes wide and looked at her in disbelief.

Ms. Lin let go of the orange cat in her arms, reached out her hand to hug her daughter, and comforted her amusedly: "Silly boy, old couples and old wives don’t quarrel, right? If you really don’t have a personality, where did you come from? Okay, don’t worry."

No one slapped the hair, and the dumpling was very upset. He crouched on Ms. Lin and meowed, paws pulling her arm.

In the heat of July, the evening wind is still dry, and there are sounds of insects and birds all around, and a faint smell of grass floating in the air. The night is silent, and the crescent moon has not yet climbed to the branches.

Qi Yan tilted his head against his mother's shoulder, pondered for a moment, and somehow thought of Lu Zhiqiao, a sense of melancholy surged in his heart.

"If two people have not been together and have quarreled, does it mean that it is not appropriate..." She seemed to say to herself.

"Meow--"

Tuanzi climbed onto Qi Yan's legs and kept patting her hands with his paws, as if to say: Quickly give me hair!

Ms. Lu glanced down at the orange cat, stroked the fur on its back, put her arms around her daughter, and said softly: "If two people are right, you only know if you get along. If you don't get together, how can you know what the contradiction is? What? Life is about running-in, and in the process, I slowly know whether I should continue."

"Moreover, as long as it is not a matter of principle, there is no need to argue about who is right and who is wrong. Occasionally quarreling can also increase the relationship. Whether a relationship can last depends not on passion, but on business."

After speaking, the surroundings became quiet.

A passenger plane flew into the night sky, and the roar of the engine pierced through the clouds, faintly, like a muffled thunder rolling.

Qi Yan was meditating on his mother's words, feeling as if he had understood something, but he still didn't fully understand, there was a chaos-wrapped emotion in his heart, and he was about to come out.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

The door of the room opened, and Dad Qi leaned in halfway, giggling at the mother and daughter.

Ms. Lin raised her eyebrows and put aside her face.

"dad."

"Yes--" the girl called him, and he could enter the house confidently. "Dad thought for a while, I still have to let you take the bodyguard, I will tell you..."

Qi Yan straightened up immediately and raised his hand: "Stop! I'm going to play, not to fight."

The old father was frowning, but he kept gazing at his wife, and persuaded in a good voice: "The bodyguard is used to protect flowers. Look, you and your mother are big flowers in our family. Can't you protect them?"

Ms. Lin snorted softly.

"You coax your big flower first." Qi Yan smelled the smell of dog food and stood up, his feet slipping away with oil.

This summer was extremely hot, and the temperature rose again and again, breaking through 38 degrees early.

In the afternoon, the scorching sun burned the ground, and the outside was like a stove, the light reflected dazzlingly, and there was no wind. There was no sound in the community, the potted leaves on the balcony were tanned brightly, and the floors moved like ripples.

The room was fully air-conditioned and cool and shady. Lu Zhiqiao was sitting in the living room office with a laptop in his hand. There were a few folders scattered on the desk, which was a little messy.

This weekend, there were some things to deal with temporarily, and she didn't want to run to the company under the sun. Thinking that it was not a big deal, she simply solved it remotely at home. Halfway through her busy schedule, Wen Zilong ran over to look for her, and she could only leave people by her side first.

After a while, Lu Zhiqiao turned off the computer and cleaned up the coffee table. Wen Zilong took out a photo album and handed it over: "Look at this and help me refer to it."

"What's this?"

"Information about adopting a child."

Lu Zhiqiao was stunned: "You want to adopt a child?"

"Little boy." Wen Zilong smiled and explained: "Girls can't do it. They have to be 40 years old. I'm not yet old."

He has recovered a little more energy, much better than it was in May, and he is not so haggard, but there is always a little loneliness in his smile.

Lu Zhiqiao stared at him for a long while, suddenly sighed, lowered his head and silently opened the album, browsing page by page, "I think... the younger the better, the less memory, and the easier it is to get close to you."

"The minimum is five years old. I am too young and I have no experience. In case of improper care..."

"Please babysitter."

Wen Zilong was startled and laughed blankly: "Why did I forget."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the second bedroom opened, and the little girl shouted from inside: "Mom, where did you put my white dress?"

"The second grid on the left." Lu Zhiqiao didn't lift his head either.

The average age of the little boys in the album is between 2 and 7 years old, and the youngest is 15 months old. Most of them have congenital disabilities, some are more serious, and some are not very serious. But if it is her, looking at the disability diseases, there is no desire to adopt it at all.

Who doesn't like healthy children? Even if it's not so good-looking.

"Mom, where did you take my little blue bag last time?" The daughter called to her again.

Lu Zhiqiao paused and looked up: "The cabinet is at the bottom."

There was a rustle in the second bedroom. Lu Wei came out in a white dress and went into the bathroom. He picked up the eyebrow pencil Lu Zhiqiao bought, and scribbled his eyebrows to make a rough shape, loosen his hair, carefully. Brushing finely.

Sister Yaoyao called her out to play, saying that there was something particularly fun, but she had never played it.

On a hot day, not going out at home can hold her up.

The little girl looked stinky in the mirror, hummed a song, greeted Wen Zilong with a smile, and opened the shoe cabinet.

"Mom, where are my strappy sandals?"

"On the balcony."

Lu Wei dong dong dong rushed to the balcony, put his shoes in, then ran back to the door, quickly put on the shoes, "Sister Yaoyao called me out to play, I'm leaving."

"Stop!" Lu Zhiqiao finally raised his head, "Where to go to play?"

"Her home."

Lu Zhiqiao loosened his eyebrows slightly, and said with a soft voice, "You must go home before seven o'clock."

"I know, I know, it's really long-winded." Lu Wei waved his hand, opened the door, and rushed out like a gust of wind.

--boom

The door closed behind her, and she immediately took out the elderly phone and texted Qi Yan:

[Mum is in good condition today]

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