Are slightly slow, and he unknowingly releases his hand.

The lights are dim and the mood is strong.

The two of them hugged and kissed in a dim corner, like sparks falling into the dry|chai, dizzy and drowsy. They couldn't take care of any kind of reservedness. From simple taste to in-depth chasing, it was hard to separate.

Qi Yan blew into her ear, his voice was continuous:

"Don't suppress yourself, all are adults."

"Go, go to the hotel."

…

Indulge in one night, the sky is bright.

Qi Yan was awakened by the alarm clock, slowly got up from the bed, rubbed his sore arms, took a look at the phone, Friday, at seven o'clock.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sun sprinkled in unscrupulously, the large patches of gold were very dazzling. The room was very quiet, the place beside me was empty, only messy pillows|I was reminded by the paper ball on the floor that everything last night was not a dream.

I thought that the person was cold and difficult to approach, but unexpectedly indulged in more enthusiasm than her, both hands were tied, and she endured it forbearingly, stupefied to make the slightest sound, all the initiative was expressed in body language, full of temptation .

That kind of taste will be unforgettable once I have tasted it.

Qi Yan thought back to himself, stretched his waist, picked up the inner y on the pillow and put it on. When he turned his eyes, he caught a glimpse of something reflecting on the pillow. She looked down and looked carefully, it was a small earring.

Last night she thought that ear studs were getting in the way, and she scratched her lips, causing the person to take it off, but she did not expect to drop one here. It can be seen how eager the other party walks, and don't care if one thing is in pairs.

Qi Yan picked up the earrings and held them in the palm of his hand. The transparent rhinestones shimmered in the sun, the color was pure, and suddenly a little regret was born in his heart. They didn't know their names, and didn't leave contact information. There was a huge crowd, and maybe they would never meet again in this life. Only this little earring was left as a souvenir.

She put the ear studs into her bag, and after wearing them, she simply rinsed and left the hotel.

At eight ten ten, Qi Yan drove into the Jiangda High School.

She taught in this key middle school for three years. In June of this year, she sent her first graduates away, and then she was promoted to the head teacher. In September, she started school with the new year one. There are obviously more busy things than before.

The morning was the opening ceremony of the sports meet. The leaders were talking on it, teachers and students basking in the sun below. After speaking, they began to carry flags and walk the square to shout slogans, and then began theatrical performances. The lively tossing did not end until 11 o'clock.

In the afternoon, there will be a parent meeting. Students with projects should stay to participate in the competition, and those without projects can go home for the weekend.

In the first grade (2) of junior high school, the students on duty had already cleaned the classroom. Qi Yan asked the monitor to help. The two knocked down the stool on the table, closed the back door, and wrote three "Parents Meeting" on the blackboard with red chalk. Big print.

TO BE CONTINUED

After half past two, the parents came one after another.

The monitor sits in the first row of seats by the podium, with a sign-in form and a pen in front of him. Every parent must sign behind his child’s name when they come in, then go to the teacher to get the transcript, and then find a place to sit. .

Qi Yan held a parent meeting for the first time, deliberately wanting to recognize his face.

"you are?"

"Hello teacher, I'm Zhou Yuxiang's father."

"Okay, sign in first."

"Is it Teacher Qi? I'm Guo Shiying's mother. I almost went to the next class just now..." A middle-aged woman came in and smiled embarrassedly at her.

Qi Yan smiled and said it was okay, motioned for her to sign in, and bowed his head to get the transcript.

There was a clear and powerful sound of high heels in the corridor outside the door, from far to near, all the way into the classroom, and then, a familiar cold fragrance filled the room.

Like icy citrus, but also like heavy sandalwood.

Qi Yan paused and raised his head abruptly.

His eyes met at that moment.

"Teacher Qi, what a coincidence."

...CHAPTER 2...

Lu Zhiqiao was startled, with a guilty conscience, and pressed his face with the back of his hand: "It's okay, it's a bit hot." Then he pulled a tissue and handed it over, "wipe the sweat and take off his coat."

"Oh."

She leaned over to the back and took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid, "Drink some water, don't drink too much, just finished running."

The girl took off her school uniform jacket and took two sips of water.

"How did you adjust to school? Are you still used to it?"

"Well, it's fine."

Lu Zhiqiao nodded to himself, stroked the broken hair, feeling a little hot, and wanted to untie the top button to let it breathe. When he suddenly thought of the dense traces on his body, his fingers froze.

Last night, the man asked for | to take the limitlessness, as if to tear her. He thought that after a night, they would have no intersection, but he didn't expect fate to be such a wonderful thing.

What evil fate.

That's the child's teacher.

Lu Zhiqiao suddenly felt a sense of shame on his back, like sitting on pins and needles, and he became less and less aware of how to face the child.

"Your class teacher..." She sighed softly, pulled up the collar, and turned to look at her daughter, "I remember you said that it teaches Chinese?"

"Uh-huh."

"do you like her?"

"I like it, Teacher Qi is beautiful." Lu Wei answered without thinking, her black eyes were bright, and after thinking about it again, thinking she had an opinion on Qi Yan, he asked carefully:

"Mom, do you like Teacher Qi?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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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.