There are always teachers who want parents

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In the afternoon, my daughter went to piano lessons, and Lu Zhiqiao cleaned at home.

The house is big and hasn’t been cleaned for two weeks, and there are dust and hair everywhere in the corners. She used to hire part-time workers from time to time. Since she was stolen once last time, she still had lingering fears and decided to come in person.

There are many things in the house, and there are many lockers. After tidying up, I found that there are many unnecessary things that should be thrown away.

Lu Zhiqiao opened the door of the living room, packed the sorted waste products and placed them by the door, and moved out all the things that should be put away. Among them was a large box full of photo albums.Photos of her daughter from childhood to adulthood, photos of mother and daughter together, and...

Family portraits, a photo of a man, and a group photo of six people from three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all placed at the bottom.

She squatted on the ground, took out the photo frames one by one, wiped them carefully with a paper towel, over and over again, her wrists became more and more sluggish, and finally her movements stagnated, like sculptures.

— Pata

Transparent water stains splashed on the frame...

At this time, the corridor elevator stopped at the ninth floor, and the door slowly opened.Qi Yan came out from inside, shivered by the inexplicable draft, hugged his arms tightly, raised his head, and saw the door of 901 was open, and the wind was coming from that direction.

Even if it is sunny and the sun is in full bloom, it is extremely cold in places that are not exposed to sunlight.

There were a few bulging bags piled up at the door, and they seemed to be sorting things out. She was curious for a moment, and stepped forward against the cold wind, looking around.

There were many sundries scattered in the huge living room, and the floor was in a mess. Lu Zhiqiao squatted there motionless with her back facing the door, her hair was coiled casually, and she was wearing a simple and casual white sweater and jeans. The sunlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. People are shrouded in a warm golden light, gentle and bright.

Qi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his breathing became slightly deeper, and he asked softly, "Do you need my help?"

The man's back paused, his arms raised and moved, and there was a slight inhalation sound. He stood up after a while, turned around, his eyes were a little flustered, but his voice was as calm as ever: "No need."

His eyes were red enough to show that he had cried, but he didn't know the reason.

Qi Yan looked into her eyes, a corner of his heart suddenly collapsed, he didn't care, he changed his shoes and went into the house, as familiar as if he was at his own home.She looked down at the sundries all over the floor, and asked, "You don't want these books anymore?"

"No, it's going to be put in the closet." Lu Zhiqiao looked at her nervously, curling her fingers into her sweaty palms, and seeing her look natural, her heart gradually eased.

Maybe I really didn't see it last night...

"Which cabinet?"

"Second from the left."

"Put it in a storage box?"

"Ah."

Qi Yan asked a question, and Lu Zhiqiao answered, saying that he didn't need to help, but he couldn't refuse at all.Then I saw Qi Yan squatting down, putting books one by one into the box, neat and tidy, she didn't talk much, and didn't make unnecessary movements, she just buried her head in the books.

Since the questioning in the elevator yesterday, the coldness in this man's expression has never melted.

Lu Zhiqiao frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy for no reason, everything that should be explained has been explained, there is no lie, what else can make Qi Yan unhappy?She couldn't figure it out for a while, so she had to suppress her heart for the time being, turned her back, and continued to organize the photo album.

Others may not care about it, but Qi Yan can't, she is the child's teacher, if she offends her, and her daughter is put on shoes at school... Because of the lessons learned, she will inevitably have concerns.

Behind him, Qi Yan slowed down picking up books, raised his eyes and glanced at the bathroom, then his eyes fell on Lu Zhiqiao's back, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Actually she saw it.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw the pink toy on the shelf. It was cute and small, and it was still stained with water.

But she chose to pretend not to see it.

People like Lu Zhiqiao have very strong self-esteem and have high demands on themselves. It’s okay for people to see their private things, not to mention that everyone has normal physiological needs, so it’s not something worth ridiculing, although she also wants to face it in person. Say it out, and see the other person blushing shyly, but it's not necessary after all, it's good to give others some face, and leave room for it.

It's just a pity that she can't even compare with small toys.

The wind blows in from the balcony window, carrying the smell of sunshine, but it is chilly, forming a convection with the living room door.

Lu Zhiqiao shivered, got up and closed the window, turned around and saw that Qi Yan had already sorted two boxes of books, felt a little sorry, so she poured a cup of hot water and put it on the tea table, "Mr. Qi, don't be busy, just sit down for a while .”

"Is it difficult to call my name?" Qi Yan raised his head and raised his eyebrows.