There Are Always Teachers Asking Parents

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The little girl kept choking, crying hummingly in Qi Yan's arms, crying and muttering "I don't want to care about my mother", "I just want my mother" and so on. Even though Qi Yan was helpless, he had to coax people first to stabilize this little emotion before taking care of the others.

"Stop crying, little girl."

She stroked her daughter's head with one hand, patted her back with the other, and coaxed warmly: "Mom doesn't believe you, she's wrong, the little mom will tell her well, be good~"

"Yes." The little girl said angrily, "It's obviously that she is wrong, suspicious, and blame me, I don't know anything."

People are getting angry and can't listen to the principles, just want to be comforted, only when the anger in the heart is vented, can the emotions calm down and calm down.

So she smiled and agreed: "Yeah, we are wronged, so wronged."

"Woo, it's better for Xiaoma..."

Qi Yan just laughed, but didn't speak.

The little girl sobbed herself for a while, wiped away her tears, tilted her head and leaned on Qi Yan's arms, and was quiet for a moment. She closed her eyes and said to herself: "Mother, why do you think your mother doesn't believe me... ...She was on my side before, this time it was too much, I was so disappointed in her...Oh, mom, let me tell you this, don't tell my mom."

"Don't worry." Qi Yan couldn't help rubbing her head.

The child didn't stop, Xu was distracted and didn't notice.

"Actually, it's not that my mother doesn't believe you, but that she cares too much about you and loses her mind when she is anxious. I guess she must regret it now."

Lu Wei pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Little girl, do you have a boy you like?" Qi Yan asked tentatively.

The little girl suddenly raised her head, pouting: "You don't believe me either!"

"How come." Qi Yan squinted and smiled, brushing off the broken hair from her forehead, "Little mom just wants to share a secret with you."

She hesitated a little, her lips pouted, her thick eyelashes drooping. But then I thought about it, I don’t have a shameful secret, why hide it, because I feel wronged because of my innocence, right?

Favorite boy?

Of course not in the class. She is a face-controlled person. Only when she is good-looking, she is interested in taking two more glances and then talking about "like". The boys in the class are not handsome, they are average, some are very skinny, like pranks, especially hate, she has no interest at all.

There are handsome boys in other classes, but unfortunately she doesn't know him.

I have to go to class every day, write homework, do a lot of questions, go home to practice piano, and take time to play games with Sister Yaoyao. I am very busy.

During class breaks, occasionally she would get together with her good sisters to discuss popular dramas, popular little fresh meat, and what clothes to look good on. The boys she likes are all celebrities.

"Do stars count?" she asked, raising her head.

"Of course not."

"Then it's not there." Lu Wei shook his head, "I like good-looking ones. The boys in the class are just so-so, and they always like pranks, which makes people angry."

Qi Yan recalled the appearance of those children when he was the head teacher, and suddenly felt a little regretful that he could not bring them to graduation. But the thought was only a moment, and it quickly passed. She rubbed her daughter's head and couldn't help laughing, "I...someone used to put a small note in my schoolbag. Guess how I did it?"

"Um?"

"I took it back and read it to my parents, laughed together at their poor writing, and then threw it away." She shrugged.

Lu Wei was stunned: "Won't your grandparents criticize you?"

Qi Yan pursed his mouth and smiled, shook his head, and his voice became more and more gentle: "Little girl, my mother did not do the right thing today. She didn't communicate well with you, which made you feel wronged. But you have to believe that my mother loves you very much, she She is more afraid of you being hurt than anyone, so she reacts more intensely. After all, she has only you as a baby."

"If you love me, you don't believe me?" Lu Wei rolled his eyes and pouted.

"She believes in you in her heart, but she refuses to say, she is duplicity."

"..."

Calm down, I can listen to the truth more or less, Lu Wei lowered his head and didn't speak any more. Little head Guazi didn't know what he was thinking.

Qi Yan believes in her daughter, but what is more worrying now is that if there is a crisis of trust between mother and daughter, in the future her daughter will not tell them anything in school, and the consequences may be even worse.

Improper handling of the problem is to push the child out.

"If you have any problems in the future, you can tell me if it is inconvenient for you to tell your mother. In addition, you also give your mother a little confidence that she will get rid of her minor problems." Qi Yan said, stroking her daughter's hair.

Lu Wei raised his head, her gentle smile was reflected in her clear black eyes, the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and then he put his arms around Qi Yan and kissed him, "Mother is best~"

The two sat on the sofa for a while, chatting, and the child's emotions came and went quickly, and his attention was diverted, so he didn't feel wronged anymore and turned to act like a baby. Qi Yan glanced at the direction of the master bedroom from time to time, frowning slightly, and a worried expression in his eyes.

The daughter said that she hadn't finished her homework, so she got up and went back to the room.

The clock on the wall pointed to six o'clock.

Qi Yan took a deep breath, walked slowly to the door of the master bedroom, knocked on the door, held the handle and pressed it, gently pushing away...

The room was very dark, and the heavy curtains blocked the light tightly. Lu Zhiqiao was lying on the bed with his back facing the door, his shoulders shaking slightly. There was a faint sob in the air.

"Wife~"

She closed the door and walked over gently, "I'm back."

The man was slightly stiff, took a deep breath, raised his hand and wiped his face, got up and opened the curtain, looking out the window, but still turned his back to her.

Qi Yan's footsteps paused, and her gloomy eyes became more and more gloomy and melted into the chaos. She approached cautiously, silently hugging Lu Zhiqiao from behind. Pass the arms through the sides of the waist and tighten little by little until the person is completely wrapped in the arms.

She didn't speak, she just hugged it quietly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the wall of the opposite building, cutting out a golden red light and shadow. Downstairs are rockery and small pond. The children after school play next to them. Not far away are sports equipment covered with bedding. The dead leaves of a towering tree fell all over the ground.

The autumn dusk, the feeling of dusk.

"The little girl told me."

With the warmth in her arms and the scent lingering on the tip of her nose, she put her face against Lu Zhiqiao's ears, nudged her lips slowly, and kissed carefully.

Without waiting for her to go deeper, Lu Zhiqiao moved, turned around, flashed his red eyes, hugged her with his neck, hugged her, and buried his face against her neck.

"How come back..." in a complaining tone.

"Miss me?"

"nonsense."

"I miss you too." Qi Yan curled up his lips, "I miss you very much."

Lu Zhiqiao didn't speak, fell into her warm and safe embrace, and closed his eyes. A soft voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Don't cry."

"Um."

The mouth answered, but the body was still shaking.

Qi Yan picked up his heart, tilted his head and kissed her ear, soothed for a while, and said softly, "I am worried about the girl at her age. My dear daughter."

The two hands around the back of the neck tightened suddenly, and the person in his arms nodded desperately, making a slight gasp.

"However, the more you worry, the easier it is to be anxious, and the easier it is to mess up. In fact, it is not a very serious matter. We all calm down and trust the child." She patted Lu Zhiqiao on the back.

"I have all seen the note..." Lu Zhiqiao gasped, speaking with nasal sounds, "She still said she didn't know."

"Maybe Niuniu really doesn't know? The pranks between classmates can be annoying sometimes."

Lu Zhiqiao froze, his breath frozen for a few seconds.

Feeling the two cotton candy-like babies, Qi Yan unconsciously straightened his back, catering to the tighter, and said leisurely in a story-telling tone: "I remember when I was studying, I received small papers every three days. Bar, snacks often appear in the drawer for no apparent reason. I don’t have to guess which boys gave them..."

"How many love letters did you receive?" Lu Zhiqiao interrupted suddenly, with a sour tone.

"I don't know, countless."

There was silence again.

Qi Yan smiled and continued: "The love letter, I will take it back and read it to my parents. My dad was very disgusted and said,'I don't need such old-fashioned sentences to write a love letter to your mom.' My mother laughed very happily. Our family was joking, and I threw it away after reading. As for the snacks, I distributed them to other students. Everyone thought I was generous."

"The boys didn’t respond after seeing that I received the love letter and snacks. After a long time, they felt boring, so they didn’t give it away. Then it reappeared in high school. I don’t know how much to throw away every day. Very helpless."

"It seems that there are a lot of people chasing you." The taste became sour in the words.

"Yes, I was popular when I was a kid." Qi Yan clung to the two little babies, moved inadvertently, and rubbed lightly.

Lu Zhiqiao frowned, raised his head, and pulled away from her arms, "Have you ever moved?"

The tail of the eyes was thin red, still with tears, the eyelashes were washed to be moist and dark, and the moles of tears became more and more pitiful.

The little baby was gone, Qi Yan was taken aback, and glanced there, "Fool, how can I be tempted by boys." After speaking, he took Lu Zhiqiao's face and kissed him, "No matter how many people are chasing me, I You haven’t been kidnapped home by Ms. Lu now, huh?"

"..."

The topic changed from a small note in his daughter's schoolbag to being jealous. Lu Zhiqiao quickly reacted, his cheeks became slightly hot, and he pinched Qi Yan.

Then she laughed herself.

Seeing a smile in her eyes, Qi Yan let out a sigh, grabbed her hands, and coaxed: "Don't be angry anymore. Since Niu Zai said that we don't know, we believe in the child. Don't be hurt by this little thing. The child’s heart will not tell us anything when he encounters it in the future. Only then will he be anxious."

"Or, if you don't know how to deal with this kind of thing, just leave it to me, and I'll be there, don't worry."

The corners of Lu Zhiqiao's mouth gradually flattened, and she was silent for a moment. She stared at the hands held by the two and nodded gently.

She didn't want to quarrel with her daughter, but the moment she saw the small note, she was anxious to get angry, her mind was confused and she couldn't control her emotions. She regretted the quarrel, but couldn't hold back her face to apologize to the child. Although she tried her best to restrain herself and told herself not to be too nervous about things related to her daughter, the nerve in her brain was still overreacting.

Probably because of Qi Yan's absence these days.

Missing is sometimes like a tide, unstoppable, sometimes like a fire, burning her body and mind. Voice and video can't replace the company around her. Without words, her heart is floating in confusion, and she doesn't know where she flies.

Now that the person came back, her heart flew back, steadily falling back to its original position.

A hand stroking her cheek, gently and carefully wiped away the tears, the fingertips stopped on the tears, and pressed.

Lu Zhiqiao raised his head, grabbed the hand, leaned to his lips and kissed.

In the next second, she fell into a soft embrace.

Qi Yan rubbed her face, hugged people, tilted his head to find the side of her face and sniffed, and his lips inadvertently touched her earlobe, no movement, but the heat smoked, making her tremble.

"Still so sensitive."

"..."

The foot was stepped on either lightly or lightly.

"How many times are you here tonight, huh?" Finally she poked at the earlobe.

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly lost his strength and collapsed, flowing like water in Qi Yan's hands, shy and shy. She whispered: "Just as many times as you want."

After speaking, she was overwhelmed with enthusiasm.

As a mother of duplicity, Lu Zhiqiao's way of showing weakness is to take the initiative to find something to say.

She still couldn't hold her face to apologize, but knew that she was overwhelmed, so she took the initiative to talk to her daughter and talked about trivial things. Lu Wei was already out of anger, and was coaxed by Qi Yan to feel comfortable, so he followed the steps, going back and forth, and the relationship between the mother and daughter was restored.

The night before National Day, Lu Zhiqiao and Qi Yan took their daughters to the concert.

When I didn't meet Qi Yan before, the mother and daughter had to listen to concerts twice a year. It was not a so-called "style" deliberately pursued by the children, but the children had to learn piano. There was a need in this respect. Listening to famous artists is good for learning.

The location is in the Jiangcheng Concert Hall.

This is a tour of internationally renowned pianist Shi Jinzhi, with the top band Berliner Philharmoniker, so the tickets are very sought-after, and they were robbed five months in advance. At that time, the two didn't know that they would be separated from each other, and now they can't help but sigh, if they didn't return to each other, there would be no mother-daughter **** tonight.

At 7:30, the audience began to enter the venue one after another. Lu Zhiqiao bought the front row seats, with an excellent view, and you could see the entire stage.

The three sit side by side, with Qi Yan in the middle.

She doesn't really like to listen to concerts, because she doesn't know the piano and the occasion is relatively solemn, so she feels bored. Tonight is purely to accompany her wife and daughter.

Never fall asleep.

Qi Yan said to himself.

However, when the pianist appeared on the stage, her eyes were instantly glued and she stared at the stage in a daze.

Long curly hair, fiery red dress skirt, high opening|forks, large hollow on the back, extremely sexual|feeling.

The audience applauded enthusiastically.

Qi Yan didn't know how long the concert lasted and played a few pieces in total. He kept his eyes on the beautiful pianist on stage.

Because of sitting in the front, the split dress skirt drooped down, revealing slender legs, wearing hating feet from time to time to step on the pedal, just sway in front of her...

She didn't even notice the dark look in Lu Zhiqiao's eyes next to him.

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