There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

Opening the door, Lu Zhiqiao stood outside, looking exhausted, and his loose hair was a little messy.

"Ms. Qi—" She released the luggage lever in her hand, grabbed Qi Yan's wrist, and worried about Niuniu's eyes, "How is Niuniu?"

Seeing a lot of this person's cold and calm appearance, it was the first time such a square inch of chaos, Qi Yan was surprised, and only after a moment recovered, he held her hand and said warmly: "The fever is gone, still Go to bed, go in and have a look." After speaking, he pointed to his room.

Lu Zhiqiao's hands were cold, and her whole body was covered with the smell of wind and frost. She was not at all polite, changed her shoes, and rushed into the big bedroom eagerly. A cool breeze poured into the house following her movements, Qi Yan shivered, and smoothly carried the suitcase outside.

The room was a little dark because the curtains had not been opened. The girl was lying on her side curled up in the quilt, her eyes closed tightly, her breathing was even, she did not seem to be disturbed by the movement of the outside world, and she slept soundly.

Lu Zhiqiao gently sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to touch her daughter's face, remembering that her hand was too cold, then she shrank back, put it on her neck and covered it, and then carefully stroked the child's tender face when it became hot. , Moved a little bit to the forehead.

Without the hot temperature she expected, she let out a long sigh of relief, and finally put the heart hanging in her throat back into her belly.

Qi Yan leaned against the door, staring silently, and saw her put her hand on her neck and held it for a while before touching the child, saw her long eyelashes trembling faintly in the dim light, and saw the corners of her mouth rise little by little. Her thin lips opened slightly to exhale, but she couldn't see the emotion in her eyes.

She walked over gently, squatting next to Lu Zhiqiao, but her eyes fell on the girl's face, and she whispered: "The temperature has cooled down these days. Many children in the class have caught colds. Lu Wei may have been infected. I ran into her yesterday afternoon. Come back from the piano lesson..."

Briefly talked about the general situation, and skipped her inner entanglement at that time.

"I am not qualified to judge anyone, but if the child is so small, it is indeed not appropriate for you to leave her at home alone." Qi Yan's voice was very soft, but in a complaining tone.

Lu Zhiqiao listened quietly, frowned and her eyes were full of guilt and self-blame. She took a deep breath and whispered: "I'm sorry..." Apologized to Qi Yan, because of the trouble, and also apologized to the child because I neglected to take care of myself.

Lu Wei moved in his sleep, coughed twice, his throat overflowed with low|choke, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"mother…"

Her thoughts were interrupted by the faint voice, Lu Zhiqiao raised her eyes to look at her daughter, her eyes softened for a moment, and she was overjoyed: "Niuniu...Mom is back..." She leaned over and kissed her daughter's forehead, her voice trembled, "Yes Is it uncomfortable?"

The girl drooped her eyelids, shook her head, coughed intermittently, took out her two small hands from the quilt, stretched out to her, and muttered, "Mom, hug."

The sick child was fragile. As a mother, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't stand such a spoiled child. She was so soft-hearted that she hurriedly greeted her and hugged her into her arms, and then pulled the quilt to cover it tightly.

"Cough...cough..." Lu Wei wanted to talk but kept coughing. After a while, his face flushed, whimpering|swallowing and clinging to his mother's neck.

Lu Zhiqiao blamed himself more and more, patted his daughter's back lightly, pressed her cheek against her forehead, "Sorry, baby, it's not good for mom..."

Qi Yan, who was completely ignored, stood up in silence, withdrew and closed the door, giving the mother and daughter space and time.

Sleeping late and getting up early, Qi Yan stood in front of the mirror and washed his face with cold water and brushed his teeth. There is no heating in the southern cities in autumn and winter. The outside is more than ten degrees Celsius, and the inside is also ten degrees Celsius. So although the mind is sober, one of the hands is red with cold.

Originally, she wanted to change two classes with other teachers today and stay at home to take care of the children, but since Lu Zhiqiao is back, she has no need for this.

After coming out of the bathroom, Qi Yan glanced at the closed door, then looked at the TV background wall in the living room, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief—Bringing Niuniu back last night, while the child was dizzy and not paying attention, she hurriedly collected Luo female photos Into the study, avoiding embarrassment.

It's okay to molest Lu Zhiqiao, but Niuniu is still young, so she shouldn't have such a bottom line.

This time is too late for breakfast. Qi Yan usually stays alone and only cooks what he eats. This time he cooked three portions of porridge, three eggs, and fried a plate of toast slices.

After a while, she brought the cooked breakfast to the table, and when she turned around, she saw Lu Zhiqiao leaning against the corner of the door, with her back facing the dining table, her head slightly lowered, and her shoulders trembling.

Qi Yan stepped forward two steps and heard a very soft sob, and then saw the man raising his hand, as if covering his mouth, and a low whimper in his throat.

Her heart trembled, she didn't dare to come closer, so she froze silently.

Seen from the back, Lu Zhiqiao is very thin, with a slender body and a small frame, but his back is always straight, he looks tough and confident, and his aura is quite strong.

The first time I saw her in a bar, she was cold and arrogant and incompatible with the people around her. Later, the parents would see her again. The calm and polite appearance grabbed people's mind. Later, after another, one after another, we can see through her calm and indifferent face. The enthusiasm hidden in the fire, only now knows that her fragility has come so quickly.

I complained last night that this mother was not caring about the child, but today I don't know how much burden the other party is carrying on his weak shoulders.

Qi Yan's thoughts were chaotic, and his heart seemed to be bitten by dense worms, spreading subtle sourness and astringency.

After standing for a while, Lu Zhiqiao leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and raised his head to take a deep breath, and then slowly turned around. He was caught off guard to see the stiff Qi Yan, his expression was slightly stagnant, and his eyes were panic.

Her eyes were blushing, tears filled her eyes, and her cold and delicate face was covered with transparent water stains. A mole of tears became more and more pitiful, but also very embarrassed. Qi Yan's heart suddenly twitched, and brought two tissues to her, hesitated for a moment, and wiped away those tears for her.

"..."

Lu Zhiqiao woke up, raised his hand to hold the tissue, turned his back and wiped it indiscriminately.

"The doctor said, take the medicine and rest, and you will be cured in one to two weeks." Qi Yan comforted, putting a hand on her shoulder and patted lightly.

Lu Zhiqiao took a breath, and a layer of mist covered his eyes, and said softly, "Thank you this time..."

She said that, but she didn't dare to look at Qi Yan, her eyelids blinked and forced her tears back.

Qi Yan stared at her face with a gentle expression, and then carefully hugged her from the side: "If you go on a business trip in the future, you can let Niuniu come to me."