There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Kissing to the depths, Qi Yan let go of Lu Zhiqiao at the right time. Seeing her expressly restrained and suppressed, she suddenly felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

She said that she was the child’s teacher, which meant that in her opinion, the two people should not have a relationship beyond the established scope. That night was an accident. It can be regarded as nothing happened, but it’s impossible to continue like this. of.

Why not? Qi Yan couldn't understand.

When she first entered the school, the master told her that there were three bottom lines that she couldn't touch.

Teenage children are not deeply involved in the world, their thoughts are relatively simple, and they are ignorant. In a relatively closed campus environment, they only contact their classmates and teachers. In a sense, the teachers are their "a piece of sky", so It's easy to have an admiration for the teacher, and take this admiration as a sentiment.

Feelings under unequal relationships are beautiful and innumerable.

However, she and Lu Zhiqiao are not in a teacher-student relationship. They are both single. They have never touched any moral bottom line, but they do not know why they have the meaning of "being | virtue" in each other's mouth.

The two of them sat quietly, looking at each other speechlessly, Lu Zhiqiao's thin lips were half open, and his face blushed and panting, so he was silent and very clear. After a while, she looked away, "If there is nothing wrong, I will go back."

"Would you like to go to Ninghu Park for location shooting on weekends?" Qi Yan grabbed the back of her hand, his voice faint.

"On business trip."

"You always seem to be busy."

These words seemed to poke Lu Zhiqiao's pain points, her grasped hand curled up, her eyes mixed with infinite sadness, but it was only a moment, and she soon returned to clarity. "Very important work, I have to go."

It was much harder for her to say a few words, even if it did not contain any useful information. Looking at her thick eyelashes, Qi Yan suddenly became a little greedy, and asked softly: "When will you be back?"

"Probably next Monday."

"You are not at home, is Lu Wei alone?"

Lu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, his curled fingers clenched into a fist, and his nails pierced his palm with a little effort, "Well, she can take care of herself."

The hand that wrapped her was also tight, the temperature was scorching, and she recovered, struggling to pull away. Qi Yan wanted to say something more, and swallowed when the words reached her lips, letting go a little bit as she struggled...

The autumn in Jiangcheng was wet, cold and rainy. After a rain, the temperature dropped by seven or eight degrees. The cold air was coming fiercely. The sky was buried by thick and heavy clouds, and there was no sunshine for a whole week.

There were a few children in the class who caught colds and coughing one after another during class. Qi Yan in the group told parents to pay attention to the children’s health. She herself put on warm velvet pants, and the teachers in the office even had thermos cups in their hands. Hot water is continuous every day.

Earlier, she was still young, and she was not afraid of drinking cold water in the winter, wearing clothes with grace and not temperature.

There were a few rain showers over the weekend, and it was cold and cold outside.

Qi Yan sent the car to be repaired, and then went to his parents' house for dinner. He took a taxi back at about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. When I went out, it didn't rain. At this moment, raindrops were falling outside, and the momentum was big or small.

The taxi stopped at the gate of the community, and the window glass was foggy. She paid to get out of the car and walked in under the umbrella. As soon as she entered the unit door, she saw a thin figure standing in front of the elevator waiting for the floor to come down.

"Lu Wei?"

The little girl stood there with her head down, wearing a purple autumn coat, her hands were holding the schoolbag she was back in front of her, her shoulders trembling slightly, she turned her head when she heard the sound, her small clean and white face was covered with drops of water, forehead The wet hair sticks to the skin, very embarrassed.

"Well, Teacher Qi." She spoke with a thick nasal voice, her voice was a little hoarse, and her dark eyes looked at Qi Yan in surprise.

Qi Yan found out that she was soaked all over, like a drenched chicken. He hurriedly stepped forward to support her shoulder, frowned and said: "Where have you been? How come you are showering like this?"

"In piano class, I forgot to bring an umbrella." Lu Wei said truthfully, sniffed, and coughed twice after speaking.

Qi Yan was stunned. The child was doing well in class on Friday. He hadn't seen a severe cold for one day. Now he is caught in the rain again, and it is easy to cause complications if he is not careful. She was about to ask her mother why she didn't pick him up, when she suddenly remembered that Lu Zhiqiao said a few days ago that she was going on a business trip on weekends and there was only one child at home.

The elevator stopped on the first floor and the door slowly opened.

Qi Yan took the girl in and went up to the ninth floor, "Your mother is not at home?" As he said, he took her to 901, his tone anxious, "Hurry up and take off the wet clothes and take a hot bath."

Lu Wei glanced at her in surprise, wondering how the teacher knew her mother was not there, and turned around to the door of the house, feeling a little flustered, "Teacher Qi, I can do it myself..."

Since the last time Qi Yan handed in her mobile phone and asked her mother to get it, she had been a little scared of her, even though her mother came back that day and did not say anything to blame. In her mind, the teacher is the teacher after all. No matter how beautiful or occasionally gentle, their relationship will never be equal. If they can't be friends, they can't get along with each other.

The girl's voice was like a mosquito, but Qi Yan instantly sobered up.

Master also warned her that now it’s enough to be a teacher and to do her part well. Don’t overrun the Virgin’s heart and control too much or too broadly. Difficult to argue.

As a teacher, her due responsibilities are in class, and she has no unnecessary need to take care of students in the after-class time.

After all, the status of teachers is different now.

Qi Yan let go of the hand that was holding her shoulders and hung in the air. Although he was persuaded by himself, he was still not at ease. He said: "After the shower, you should dry your hair immediately, turn on the air conditioner, and remember to take cold medicine. If you feel uncomfortable, just call me, or go to the other side to find me." After talking, smiled and touched the girl's head.

Lu Wei nodded obediently: "Okay."

She watched the girl enter the room, closed the door, and stood there staring blankly until her legs were a little numb. Then she woke up and turned home.

Autumn and winter days were short, and it was dark before six o'clock. The tall buildings in the city lit up with stars and lights. The cold rain was still floating outside, and a layer of misty water vapor condensed on the windows.

When Qi Yan finished the meal, he thought that Lu Wei was at home alone, so he planned to call her over for dinner. A few steps away, she had just stepped out of the house, followed the light and looked at the number 901 on the opposite house, her legs froze in place.

Master's words echoed in her ears repeatedly, constantly ringing her alarm bells.

Once she had a kind heart attack and took the initiative to send a boy who was a long way home, but the child lied about his address and went to the place to wait for her to go and play outside. When the parents found that the child was not home after get off work, they called the head teacher, then rushed to the school to find someone, looked at the surveillance, and insisted that she was plotting against the students, and she was having dinner at home.

This incident shocked the leader, but fortunately, the boy went home by himself and explained the truth to his parents, so that the misunderstanding was resolved.

She still has lingering fears.

-Qi Yan, put away your Virgin's Heart, other people's children have nothing to do with you.

The so-called "others" are not others, but Lu Zhiqiao. Although they are not related, they are not strangers.

Qi Yan held on to the wall with her hand, and her cold touch was irritating. She retracted her hand, her eyelashes trembled under the bright light, and finally gave up her thoughts and returned to the house.

The rain has not stopped, and the deeper the night, the heavier it will fall.

Near ten o'clock, Qi Yanbei lay down on the bed early after finishing the class, and brushed the phone while applying the mask. Several parents in the home-school group were discussing homework. She roughly glanced around, cut out without saying a word.

There has never been a red dot in the chat box with the top star. After adding friends that day, except for the photo of the car posted by Lu Zhiqiao, the two have never chatted again. The message page time shows Tuesday, and several days have passed without knowing it.

She wanted to say something countless times, tapping her fingertips on the keyboard repeatedly, editing one sentence and then deleting another sentence, but never sent it out.

Lu Zhiqiao’s circle of friends is very clean and boring. There are no photos and daily life. She only reposts some news links every three times. From the content, it can be roughly inferred that she is in a sales-related industry. It is not difficult to understand why she is always so busy.

The rain water outside the window ticked on the leaves, the air-conditioning heater was blowing leisurely, and the orange light by the bed lit up the entire bedroom, warm and soft.

Qi Yan stared at Lu Zhiqiao's WeChat head in a daze. The large, elegant and noble purple, just like his own. Looking at it, Violet gradually turned into a purple dress, thinking of Lu Wei again.

In the afternoon, I saw the little girl with stuffy nose and cough. She looked sick, and there was no adult in the family. She was really pitiful, and she was still not at ease in her heart.

Putting down the phone, closing her eyes and lying down for a while, she suddenly sat up like a corpse, took off the mask on her face, threw it into the trash, and went to the bathroom to wash her face. Door.

Even knocking and ringing the doorbell, no one opened it for a long time.

Qi Yan was uneasy, thinking that the child might have fallen asleep, but he didn't knock again, and was about to turn back to the house when the door suddenly opened.

A ray of light leaked out, and the room was brightly lit.

"Qi...cough cough... Teacher Qi... cough..." Lu Wei was wrapped in a thick blanket and looked sad, his entire face blushing almost bleeding, and he kept talking. I couldn't stop shaking with a terrible cough.

Qi Yan frowned and raised his hand to her forehead.