There are always teachers who want parents

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Along the way, the teacher and the student walked arm in arm. The little girl ate too much and was too lazy to use her strength. She hung Qi Yan almost half of her body, but left her mother aside.Opening and closing his mouth, he changed from "mother" to "Teacher Qi".

Qi Yan paused, glanced at the beautiful postcards, and became interested, smiled and nodded, then chatted with the boss for a few pens: "Niuniu, first choose the pattern you like, Then write something up."

She handed the girl a pen.

"it is good."

Lu Wei grinned, calculated in her mind how many good classmates she had, and excitedly picked them up.

Qi Yan was also picking, she wanted to send one to Lu Zhiqiao, she turned around and was about to ask, but the person who had been by her side was nowhere to be seen, she was stunned, looked up and looked around, her gaze stopped by the door, a naked | pink figure was alone Standing there, looking gloomy.

There are people coming and going on the street, and the lights are bright.

Lu Zhiqiao stood quietly by the glass door, like an exquisite and perfect sculpture, her eyelids were half-downcast, her empty eyes were out of focus, she seemed not in the mood to appreciate the night view of the island, she looked unhappy.

A postcard suddenly appeared in sight.

She was slightly stunned, turned her head, and saw Qi Yan's smiling face: "Give it to you."

Lu Zhiqiao raised her hand to hold the card. On the front, the blue sea and sky, coconut wind and tree shadows, turned it over, and on the back was a beautiful cursive English calligraphy.

——i wish i knew how to quit you.

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——i wish i knew how to quit you.

The handwritten cursive letters are beautiful, and the curly tail hook is flexible and light, full of artistry. Lu Zhiqiao quietly stared at the card, and repeated this sentence several times silently, with a bitter smile in his eyes, which gradually deepened.She usually despises such little tricks the most, and thinks that they are just false romances that young people come up with in their heads. She won't even take a look at them, let alone have any thoughts.

But her heart began to beat wildly again, hot fresh blood started from there, and it couldn't wait to climb up her face, blooming a beautiful peach color.

It seems to have regained a little of the innocence and throbbing of girlhood, just like that night, when she smelled the same but different perfume, her mind immediately returned to more than ten years ago, reminding her and comforting her, everything is still the same. Not too bad.

The light in the gift shop is yellow with an orange tint, very warm, and softly falls on Lu Zhiqiao, covering her from head to toe. With her head lowered, Qi Yan can look at her openly and hug her with his eyes, instead of The hand that I want to move but dare not.

After a while, Lu Zhiqiao raised his head and met Qi Yan's straightforward gaze.

The faces of each other were reflected in each other's pupils, as if strung together by an invisible thread, intertwined and entangled, so sticky that they could not be separated. Lu Zhiqiao saw warmth in Qi Yan's eyes, as well as frankness, expectation and care.

For a long time, Qi Yan gave her the impression that she was not serious, and even thought that such a person should not be a teacher for a moment, but after getting in touch with her a lot, she realized that she was narrow-minded.She admitted that her thinking was rigid, and she felt more and more that they were not fellow travelers, one was born in the sun, the other shrank in a dark corner, each had its own way of life, and there should be no intersection at all.

I have seen people like Qi Yan before. Most of them have a good family environment, not only materially rich, but also spiritually.

For this kind of people, she at most treats them with courtesy and keeps a distance, and never talks heart-to-heart. It's not because she has any prejudices, but because she feels that she doesn't belong to the same world and cannot be forcibly integrated.

Maybe she can take a gamble and treat Qi Yan as an exception.

"The words are beautiful." Looking at each other for a long time, Lu Zhiqiao bent the corners of his mouth, and there was a faint glint in his eyes, "I'll wait for you outside." After speaking, he quickly lowered his head, pushed open the glass door and went out.

Qi Yan didn't chase after him, and saw her standing under the streetlight through the glass, with her back to this side, her hands raised all the time, whether she was holding the postcard, or...

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The night on the island is cool and breezy, the sky is a strange dark blue, the stars are dense, bright like diamonds, and occasionally a passenger plane with flashing lights passes by at low altitude, bringing a whistling roar, which is comfortable and comfortable.

Back at the hotel, Lu Zhiqiao went to take a shower first, Qi Yan took out the computer, and saved the photos of the mother and daughter taken today, she screened them one by one, deleted some that she thought she didn't take well, and picked a few more good ones Yes, put it in a dedicated folder.

Lu Wei watched from the side, her mouth slightly opened: "Wow, Mr. Qi, you feel like you made a movie." She wanted to say it was good-looking, but it seemed that she was poor at words and dry, and could only look for the most similar film in her life. metaphor.

"Of course." Qi Yan praised generously, squinted his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and pinched her face, "I'll sort out the photos when I get back, pick a few that you like, and I'll make a photobook for you."