There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

The parking lot was quiet and empty. Lu Zhiqiao stared at the strange woman sitting in the co-pilot. His mind buzzed, and the chord in his heart burst instantly.

She can draw the icon of the car with her eyes closed. She is also very familiar with the number of the car's license plate. With long hair, body shape, and legs, Qi Yan is very familiar with all the characteristics of Qi Yan, and her eyes will naturally not deceive herself.

It's Qi Yan that's right.

Tell her on WeChat that she will not go back for dinner if something is going on at night. The so-called "something" turned out to be shopping with others.

Lie to her?

Lu Zhiqiao took a deep breath, his nose sour, and firmly grasped the steering wheel with one hand.

The thing I look forward to most after busy every day is to come home in the evening and have a meal with the three of us. Whether it’s vegetable, fish, shrimp or noodle porridge, as long as they sit together, whatever they eat is delicious. No one is missing.

In the afternoon, when she received news from Qi Yan, she was actually a little sad. She thought for a long time before she realized that it was because Qi Yan couldn't eat with her, so she was lost. It doesn't matter for her to comfort herself, and her daughter, who just used this time to accompany the child, and Qi Yan is not her exclusive servant, and has no obligation to guard her at all times.

But now, her self-comfort is like a joke.

Qi Yan didn't lie to her. It was indeed "something", but the so-called "something" was to accompany another woman to eat and go shopping. I didn't elaborate on it. This is not a lie.

And she has no right and position to criticize.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, his chest stuffy like a stone, sad, aggrieved, self-deprecating...All the emotions surged up and blocked in his throat. She stared in the direction of the co-pilot of the white car, her eyes sinking gloomily.

What she cares about is not just Qi Yan who "lied" to her.

But she has nothing to do with Qi Yan, she doesn't have a standpoint, and she doesn't have the right to be angry and wronged.

Lu Zhiqiao’s eyes were astringent, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the steering wheel were slightly white. She turned her face and closed her eyes for a while. When she heard the sound of the car starting, she opened her eyes again, and saw the white car slowly pulling out of the parking space. Turn right.

"Mom, why don't you leave?" Lu Wei, who was playing with his mobile phone, turned his head and looked at his mother suspiciously.

With her hair blocking her daughter's sight, Lu Zhiqiao's heart panicked, his face quickly returned to naturalness, and he whispered, "Well, let's go."

Just after speaking, the white car drove past her and headed for the exit.

The windows are closed and nothing can be seen inside.

When the car drove into the basement of the community and was about to park at his home, Lu Zhiqiao subconsciously tilted his head, craned his neck, and saw that his parking space was empty.

Qi Yan hasn't returned yet.

Although the speculation and uncertainty along the way were expected, when the guess came true, she could not help but feel lost, sad, and wronged. She knew that Qi Yan would send someone back first, or go to another place with someone to "have something", it might even be...

She did not dare to think further.

After parking the car, Lu Zhiqiao took his daughter upstairs by the elevator and went home. Knowing that there was no one on the opposite side of 902, she still took a deep look before closing the door, as if the door would open in the next second.

The mother and daughter took a bath separately. Lu Zhiqiao separated the changed clothes from the newly bought clothes. The former was put in the washing machine, and the latter was put in a basin and passed the water.

She finds something to do for herself so as not to think randomly.

The style of the clothes chosen by the daughter is more mature, but it is not an adult's style. It is less simple and more trendy. Lu Zhiqiao can't say what it feels like, as if he is dreaming, and wakes up out of touch with the world.

After washing the clothes and hanging them out, she has nothing to do.

"Mom, didn't you say to buy me a comic book last time?" The daughter ran over after brushing her teeth and asked cautiously.

In this mid-term exam, she scored 75 points in the math test. Although the score was not high, she finally passed the test, which is a great improvement from the previous semester. Chinese and English scores are still stable, rankings have also risen, and overall it is good.

The child’s world is very small, and a little encouragement can make him happy for a long time. Lu Zhiqiao has been educating his daughter that “efforts will be rewarded”, and naturally he has to speak his words.

She smiled and nodded, patted her daughter on the shoulder, and said, "Yes, we will buy it when the holiday is off."

"I want to buy it myself."

Lu Zhiqiao was startled and hesitated.

It is a good thing for a daughter to have her own opinions, but after all, she is not an adult, has too much autonomy and too much money at her disposal. What if she compares with her classmates, has no restraint, and her mind is completely crooked, what should I do? She didn't distrust her daughter, she was just worried that she would not pay attention when she was busy, and she would cause trouble in the end.

She used to be too "relaxed" as a mother, as long as she eats and drinks, keeps her child full and warm, no need to worry about other things.

Only now did she realize that the tricky test was just the beginning.

She was dazed like a headless fly.

If it was Qi Yan, maybe he knew what to do? The figure of the person flashed in her mind, and her throat suddenly became a bit blocked when she thought of the scene in the parking lot.

"I promise that I won't spend money arbitrarily~" Lu Wei took his mother's hand and acted like a baby in a low voice.

So embarrassed.

No other classmate would act like a baby with his mother, only she... alas. But she can't control it, what can be done.

In fact, my mother is quite talkative.

As long as she acted like a baby.

Hey-hey.

Lu Zhiqiao’s thoughts were interrupted, and when he saw his daughter pouting her mouth, her heart softened, and he smiled and said, "Okay, you buy it yourself." After speaking, he went to get the bag and turned out the letter I had swiped just now.|Using the card, Passed it to her daughter, "You take this card to buy clothes, how to spend it on your own planning, do not max out, or I will take it back. I will give you cash when I buy the book."

"Yeah." The little girl sniffed away the card and nodded sharply.

"Also, you need to keep accounts, and record the amount of each expenditure in a notebook. I check it every month. No false report or omission is allowed. If I find out, there will be no more pocket money."

"good."

Lu Wei took the card and jumped back to the room happily.

It’s better for a child to ask her family for money than to borrow from her classmates. She hopes that her daughter can get a sense of security from her. No matter what happens, the first thing she thinks of should be her mother, her family, and not out of fear or other negative emotions. Go to others for help.

She stood there, thinking for a moment, and figured it out.

There was a faint "ding" sound from the elevator in the corridor, which seemed abrupt in the quiet environment at this moment. Lu Zhiqiao shook his spirit, walked quickly to the door, gently slapped on the cat's eyes and looked out, his heartbeat speeded up instantaneously.

The light was shining on Qi Yan's figure and came out of the elevator. She walked straight to 902, without a glance, opening the door, entering the house, and then closing the door.

--boom

Lu Zhiqiao's heart suddenly shook with the sound of closing the door, and then fell quickly. She was holding the handle tightly, and her palm was wet with sweat, slippery, and dropped to her side uncontrollably.

Unspeakable loss surged from the bottom of my heart, as if something that I was holding in my hand should belong to me, but I was snatched away from it.

Maybe she was wrong, it didn't belong to her.

Seeing the tall woman in the parking lot, she had some intuition that the other party had an unusual relationship with Qi Yan. Although the person was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, it gave a strong sense of oppression at a glance. Based on her countless years of reading people, it was not caused by height, but by a pure temperament, or in other words, Aura.

She believed her instincts, so she couldn't convince herself that the two were just friends.

She was worried and blamed herself at the same time. She kept saying that she trusted Qi Yan, only to see a picture with no meaning, she couldn't help thinking and speculating. If the two are really just friends, will Qi Yan be sad and disappointed if she knows that she distrusts her so much?

She was afraid to ask.

Everything that I saw and heard in the parking lot recurred in my mind. What did the two people say? Are you smiling? Is it very close? She couldn't remember, the only thing she remembered clearly and profoundly was the sense of powerlessness that collapsed in her heart.

Over and over again, over and over again, repeating it over and over again, constantly recalling, she seemed to be holding a knife and stabbing herself without pain.

That's it.

Don't ask, don't mention it, give yourself some dignity, they are still neighbors.

Lu Zhiqiao sighed lightly and stepped back, her grayish-white face getting darker and darker. She turned around and was about to turn off the light and return to the bedroom. There was a slight movement in the corridor, and the doorbell rang the next second.

She was startled, her heart hung in her throat, and hurriedly turned around to open the door.

There was no one in the gap of the slowly widening door. Lu Zhiqiao couldn't react enough. He was startled by Qi Yan who suddenly jumped out from behind the door. He stepped back for a while, exclaiming, and the man reached out his hand and hugged her. Full of enthusiasm.

The light shampoo scent penetrated into his nose, Lu Zhiqiao was in a daze, and subconsciously hugged Qi Yan's waist, then suddenly remembered the scene in the parking lot, sourness surged up, and struggling to push her away, lowering his eyelids.

Qi Yan thought she was shy and didn't care. He lifted the paper bag in his hand and smiled and said, "Did you not say that you drank the scented tea last time? I went home and took a lot. My parents didn't drink it and put good things in it. It's a waste to give it to them, you can do it if you like it." Her tone was relaxed, her voice still gentle and soft.

With that, he took Lu Zhiqiao's hand.

Lu Zhiqiao lowered his head, pulled away his hand calmly, took the paper bag and placed it on the cabinet next to him, and tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Well, I'm tired, you should go to bed early, good night."

The other hand hidden behind her was clenched into a fist, her nails squeezed her palms fiercely, she desperately resisted the urge to ask, and she did not dare to look up at Qi Yan, for fear that she could not hold back her bitterness. It will break through the shackles of reason.

What qualifications does she have to ask? The consequence of being unable to control your temper may be to stiffen the relationship between two people. It is not worth it for an unfounded thing.

Qi Yan, hurry up.

Don't dangle in front of her eyes.

Before anyone left, she couldn't wait to turn around, walked back to the room as if fleeing, and closed the door.

Qi Yan was stunned, his face changed slightly, and a bad feeling arose from the bottom of his heart. The tiled floor was a little cold, and coldness poured into her heart from the soles of her feet. She was anxious and ignored the knock on the door. She pushed in directly.

No lock.

Lu Zhiqiao leaned against the window, turned his back to the door, and turned around in shock.

"What's the matter?" Qi Yan frowned, stepped forward and hugged her, "Did I say something wrong..."

"Jojo?"

The warm breath fell on his ears, accompanied by the call of affection, Lu Zhiqiao trembled, his heart flew up from the cold valley, his tight nerves were broken, the bitterness that desperately restrained vented like a flood, and his impulse was crazy. She softened into Qi Yan's arms and asked in a low voice, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

"Something is going on." Qi Yan said in a daze.

"what's up?"

Qi Yan paused: "...something at work."

Lu Zhiqiao's heart was cold for a moment.

Still lying to her.

"Let go." She frowned and struggled, her eyes flushed unknowingly.

There is no need to ask any more. Instead of listening to the lies made up by this man, it is better to leave yourself some dignity. It's already embarrassing enough, isn't it?

The more I thought about it, the more sad it became. However, this person didn't let go, and had two arms around her like iron tongs. She had no strength and could only give up.

Qi Yan stared into her reddish eyes, his heart tingling, and he had a vague guess.

Would it be so coincidental?

"Jojo."

Lu Zhiqiao buried his face on her shoulder and said nothing.

"There is a model agency who wants to cooperate with me and let me be their queen photographer. I went to investigate this afternoon and found that the boss is an acquaintance of me..." Qi Yan explained quietly and kissed her hair. .

They are acquaintances, who were very familiar with them before.

Jiang Yu is just an acquaintance to her. But if she said it was her first love directly, she was not mentally prepared for a while, and she didn't know how Lu Zhiqiao would react.

angry? Or calm?

She has no bottom and dare not speculate.

The person in his arms stiffened, and he did not speak for a long time. After a while, a dull voice came from his shoulder: "Is it tall, female, wearing a black mask..."

Qi Yan frowned, closed his eyes slowly, and let out a breath.

really.

"you saw it."

"Yeah." Lu Zhiqiao gently grabbed her hair, "in the parking lot."

A trace of guilt came to my heart, Lu Zhiqiao was ashamed, she had misunderstood Qi Yan. Like a slap in the face, the fiery pain seemed to be asking her why she didn't trust Qi Yan. Qi Yan should know now, she doesn't trust her.

"Jojo, something—"

"sorry."

"Um?"

Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak anymore, rubbing her hair lightly with his cheek, he kept drilling into her neck|cold, as if embarrassed.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood, but his heart became more tense, swallowed back the words that rushed to his mouth, and hesitated repeatedly.

She is the one who should say sorry.

She did not intend to conceal Lu Zhi Qiao. She didn't conceal anything, time, place, details, including psychology, but she didn't expect it to be so coincidental. When Lu Zhiqiao saw it, she thought about it wildly. In this case, her confession seemed pale and weak, and she even chose to speak out because she couldn't keep it from her.

That was really wronging her.

"What did you just say?" Lu Zhiqiao rubbed his hair for a while and raised his head.

Qi Yan choked in his throat, raised his hand to caress her face, and whispered: "I promise, every sentence I say next is the truth, and you promise to calmly listen to me."

"good."

The bedroom window was not closed, and a cool breeze came in, brushing the messy hair on his forehead.

Qi Yan opened his mouth, his thin lips moved, and he explained everything clearly. Her heart beat faster than once, and her throat gradually became dry.

The hair was gripped tighter and tighter, and it was pulled to the scalp several times.

--hiss

very painful.

"Do you still like her?" Lu Zhiqiao asked in a dull voice, buried his face. Fortunately, this thick hair can give me a sense of security, and I won't be seen in her embarrassment at the moment.

She told herself that she was not qualified to mind, and was not qualified to question. If Qi Yan could confess to her, she should be content.

But how can you not mind?

Her first love was Qi Yan, but Qi Yan's first love was not her.

No, they haven't "love" yet, no one owes anyone, no one sorry anyone.

It's fair.

"I don't like it." Qi Yan said honestly.

Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak any more.

She still has a lot to ask. Every sentence rushed to her lips, and she immediately lost her courage. She had never hated herself like she did now, hated herself for being so emotionally weak, hated herself for being so cowardly, hated herself for not being able to ask bluntly, hated herself for not being able to let Qi Yan be open. Fang said the words "I have a girlfriend" and hated that he deserved it.

She has no serious love experience, nor does she understand what the so-called recurrence of old love means, but at this moment she has no choice, she should believe in Qi Yan.

Don't like it, just don't like it.

"Then you let her sit in the co-driver..." Lu Zhiqiao blurted out, not holding back for a while.

I regretted it after speaking, but it was too late to take it back.

Qi Yan tilted his head and kissed her ear, "I originally asked her to sit in the back, and she was motion sick and wanted to vomit, so... I couldn't help it." He was a little bit dumbfounded, and helplessly coaxed: "I will disinfect the car tomorrow to ensure a little taste. No children."

If she saw Lu Zhiqiao being jealous before, she would be too happy to be happy, but at this moment, she was only full of sadness and weakness, and distressed.

"That was not what I meant."

"Um?"

She pressed her lips and turned a little red.

Qi Yan carefully held her face, pressed her thin|soft lips, and kissed softly, slowly climbing from the corner of his mouth to the mole on the tail of the eye. It was difficult to control himself for a while, and his breathing became more and more urgent.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, the door of the concealed room was slowly pushed open a small gap...

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