The daughter's voice exploded in his ears, and Lu Zhiqiao was very guilty for a while, turned his face uncomfortably, and responded vaguely, holding the steering wheel tightly with one hand.
The dry blood surged up, spreading along the chest|mouth to the face and ears.
Teachers are beautiful indeed. Students like them. Not only children, but also adults. Who doesn't like beautiful ones? If she had come to talk with someone with a low profile last night, she probably wouldn't care, let alone talk about what happened later.
Very realistic.
Lu Zhiqiao closed his eyes, waved away the face of the man in his mind, and continued to ask, "Where is the math teacher?"
"Well, it's okay," Lu Wei answered deliberately.
The math teacher is a middle-aged uncle, 40 or 50 years old, very tall and strong, looks fierce, but in fact it is a bit fierce. Although she doesn't hate it, she doesn't like it.
"Since you don't hate the teacher, why do you still have such a small mark on the math test?" Lu Zhiqiao took out the transcript and threw it over.
Lu Wei: "..."
The transcript is a summary table, with 46 people in the class, and the score rankings are clear at a glance. My daughter only scored 42 points on the math test, which dragged down the ranking so much that it overshadowed her Chinese and English scores of a few hundred and ten points.
Looking at the entire list, she was the only one who failed in mathematics. The other students had the lowest score of 76, indicating that it was not the teacher's problem.
Lu Wei held the report card and buried his head very low.
Parents started pouring out from the school gate one after another. A middle-aged man scolded his son as he walked: The books have all been read into the cesspit, so it's better to go back and raise pigs. The car window was half open, and his voice was thick and rough, and both mother and daughter could hear him clearly.
Lu Zhiqiao frowned, pressed the window button to close the window, turned his head and looked at her daughter's grievances, a complex feeling filled his heart, and he swallowed again.
"Forget it, go back."
Ten minutes later, the car drove into Jingyu Mingfu Community.
Lu Zhiqiao bought a house here the previous year. According to the policy of "Admission nearby" in Jiangcheng Junior High School, this area is considered to be a school district house. Children can go directly to Jiangda High School. Although the house price is expensive, it is worth the investment.
At the door of the building, Lu Wei got out of the car, turned to look at his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Mom, aren't you going home?"
"I'm at work." Lu Zhiqiao glanced at his watch, "You eat at night by yourself, remember to practice the piano, and you are not allowed to watch TV or play the computer."
"good."
The car left in the dust, and Lu Wei stood there for a long time until it disappeared from sight.
On Sunday afternoon, when the sports meeting was over, Qi Yan contacted the moving company and transported his luggage and some furniture to the new house.
Three years ago, she graduated with a master's degree and returned to work in China. With a wave of her parents, she bought an apartment near the school to facilitate her commuting. However, she has lived at home for the past three years, and the new house has been vacant after the renovation. It is not until this year that she is determined not to resign and will continue to take the second class of students before she plans to move in.
Since the beginning of school in September, I have been busy and squeezed some time.
The house is located on the 9th floor of Building C in Jingyu Mingfu Community. The average price is now 70,000 yuan, which has doubled in three years. The environment here is good and the location is convenient.
She doesn't have much luggage and only a few pieces of furniture. Most of the things are in the new house, but cleaning takes more time. The house has been vacant for a long time, and there is a lot of dust, and it is busy until dark to clean it.
six thirty.
Tired all afternoon and didn't want to cook, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone to order takeout, looked around and didn't want to eat, and simply went out to search for food.
She picked up her bag, put the garbage in her hand and went out.
There are two households with one elevator, opposite each other. There is a large trash can in the stairwell on each floor. Qi Yan throws the garbage in. When he comes out, he inadvertently glances at the opposite side of 901, turns his eyes back, and presses the elevator.
The figures showed a little rise and stopped.
-Ding
The door opened.
A pair of slender and straight legs greeted the eyes, looking from the bottom up, black pointed high heels, narrow-cut trousers, Kelly bag, waisted windbreaker jacket, shirt button buttoned to the top, passing the cold breath head on .
When his eyes met, Qi Yan was stunned.
It's her again.
Unprepared to meet again, Lu Zhiqiao was very surprised. His expression was a little unnatural at that moment, but he quickly returned to normal. She walked out of the elevator slowly, nodded and smiled lightly: "Does Teacher Qi come to visit?"
At first thought, this reason seems to be justified. On the day when school started in September, Lu Zhiqiao was on a business trip, so he asked a friend to take his daughter to report. It is said that he filled out an information form with his home address written on it.
But today is Sunday, and the sky is already dark, and there is no prior notice in the evening, and there is no reason for home visits.
When she said that, Qi Yan also thought of it.
Seeing the name of the community on the day of school started, she felt familiar, but the house had been empty for too long, there were so many students, and things were messy and messy, and she forgot to clean it.
"You live here?" Qi Yan didn't answer the question, and glanced at 901.
"Um."
It is really a wonderful fate.
Qi Yan smiled and said: "It's a coincidence, I live opposite you."
Lu Zhiqiao looked at 902, his eyebrows twitched, and he didn't say a word.
When I bought a house the year before last, the property said that there were people living at the opposite door. After the Spring Festival last year, she and her daughter moved in. Until now, they have never seen the opposite door opened, let alone anyone coming in and out. Suddenly, a new neighbor came here, who turned out to be his one-night love object, the child's teacher.
Sometimes there are so many coincidences that it is hard to believe that they are really coincidences.
Qi Yan seemed to see through what she was thinking, and explained: "I bought the house very early, but I just moved in today." Thinking about it, he added, "For personal reasons."
After speaking, take the initiative to reach out.
"Hello, neighbor."
Lu Zhiqiao was still digesting this fact, looked at her slender knuckles with his eyelashes down, hesitated for a moment, and gently held it.
Without waiting for her to withdraw, Qi Yan suddenly slammed her backhand with her ten fingers, leaned in and leaned in close, "You still go to work on weekends?"
A deep magnetic voice, gentle and charming.
The two were very close, so close that they could feel each other's breathing. The warm breath|breath intertwined, mixed with the familiar and good cold fragrance, Qi Yan sniffed, drunk in his eyes.
Red|The lips are close at hand, the moles of tears are so beautiful, she is itchy in her heart, she wants to kiss.
Lu Zhiqiao suddenly remembered that night, with a hot face, he hurriedly pushed her away and walked towards his door as if running away.
-boom
The door was closed hard.
Qi Yan drove to the city for dinner, but because he was in a particularly good mood, he walked outside for a while.
When she came home close to eight o'clock, when she got out of the elevator, she glanced at the closed door of 901, suddenly thinking that she was dreaming, and there was a hint of prying thought in her heart.
If you are a married woman, you will know if you go in and have a look.
Once you have a thought, it is hard to control it. Even if you force yourself not to think about it, it will still lie somewhere in your heart, and it will scratch your heart from time to time. If it's just a night, if you forget it, you will forget it, but the intersections increase, and it's hard to forget.
Qi Yan was upset by himself, but in the end his sensibility defeated reason.
She pulled out a bottle of red wine and a box of chocolates from the cabinet, both of which were gifts from others. They were carefully packaged and had not been opened yet, just by borrowing flowers to present the Buddha.
Two minutes later, Qi Yan knocked on the door of 901.
It was Lu Wei who opened the door, and that immature face appeared behind the door. He was shocked when he saw her and exclaimed: "Mr. Qi—"
The little girl slumped her eyes wide, her first reaction thought she was visiting the house, she was immediately flustered, turned her head and looked at the room, then turned back, her emotions were written on her face, and she couldn't speak for a long time.
"Have you eaten?" Qi Yan asked softly.
Lu Wei nodded stiffly, humming twice, staying in place.
After all, it is a child, not as smooth as an adult, and his personality is a little too honest.
"I moved today, and it happened to be opposite 902. From now on, we will be neighbors." Qi Yan said sincerely and handed her the chocolate. "A little gift, it's delicious, try it soon."
Lu Wei Nene took it, stunned, "Opposite...?"
Just now, she was just flustered. At this moment, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and her small world was completely filled with despair.
head teacher.
Live in front of her house.
There is nothing scarier than this.
Qi Yan squinted and asked, "Where is your mother?"
"She..." Lu Wei's scalp tightened, and a quiet and calm female voice came from the kitchen: "Niuniu, who?" Then a figure walked out.
Lu Zhiqiao was wearing an apron, his hair curled up at will, a rag in his hand, and house slippers on his feet, like a gentle and virtuous housewife. Seeing Qi Yan, she subconsciously squeezed the rag tightly.
Sparks splashed between the lines of sight.
"It's Teacher Qi." Lu Wei looked at his mother and shrank his neck.
Qi Yan raised the corners of his lips and nodded at her, his eyes intriguing.
Lu Zhiqiao avoided this person's gaze and said to his daughter: "Go do your homework."
The little girl nodded obediently, and entered the room holding the chocolate.
The air was suddenly quiet, and there was a sound of needles falling around.
"Is Teacher Qi doing something?" Lu Zhi Qiao asked politely after regaining his thoughts.
The rag was dripping with water, and the tighter it was gripped, the more it overflowed. Her whole hand was wet, and the coolness flowed up the fingertips, freezing her slightly boiling heart.
Qi Yan stood under the light outside the door, with a beautiful figure and long and flowing black hair. She patted the red wine in her arms and blinked: "I move today and visit my neighbors. Please also take care of your neighbors in the future. "
Her eyes were born special, between Danfeng and Peach Blossom, they were shaped like willow leaves, long but not thin, deep and sharp, half of them filled with autumn water, like amber wine in a glass.
Lu Zhiqiao was stunned and looked into her eyes quietly, thinking about the same that night.
"Don't you ask me to go in and sit? Mother Lu Wei." Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, and deliberately bit the last two words very hard, his eyes were meaningful.