ideal villain

"You don't know that I am Zhong Qinghua's head teacher."

Yan Xiu's tone was very firm.

Regardless, it sounds like a condemnation.Yan Xiu felt that his subtext was very clear: you are a parent who doesn't care about your children.

Zhong Weiqi was a little dizzy, and he laughed: "Oh... so you are a teacher! You are in No. [-] Middle School? Why didn't you go to No. [-] Middle School?" No. [-] Middle School is their alma mater.

To Yan Xiu's ears, the voice on the other end of the phone was not guilty at all, and even seemed a little frivolous because of the high spirits.

"No. [-] High School merged with other schools a long time ago." Yan Xiu quickly changed the subject, "Zhong Qinghua is always late, and I want to talk to you about this matter."

Zhong Weiqi didn't care about the fatty being late.

He doesn't care about most things about Fatty.

But he didn't want to let Yan Xiu go.

"I will pay attention to Zhong Qinghua's matter," he said apologetically, "but our family's situation is actually a bit complicated...Mr. Yan, do you want to do a home visit?"

When the fat man came home, he was full of sorrow and guilt.

He complained angrily to the head teacher in the morning, but the head teacher told him in the afternoon that he would arrange a home visit.A worse nightmare than inviting parents is "home visits". He doesn't like home visits, and Zhong Weiqi probably doesn't like them either—especially since he said so many bad things about him.

Entering the house lightly, Zhong Weiqi was sitting near the balcony reading a book, still ignoring the fat man as usual.The fat man's suspense lasted until dinner time.

"How is your class teacher? He will come to visit the home the day after tomorrow." Zhong Weiqi asked him suddenly.

"Oh. He's a nice guy." Fatty deliberately pretended not to care. He was gnawing on a large piece of ribs, and replied vaguely.

Zhong Weiqi smiled: "I also think that Teacher Yan is very good, and I feel very comfortable and temperamental when listening to him."

This was somewhat beyond Fatty's expectations.Although he has only lived with Zhong Weiqi for more than two months, he has never seen him boasting so simply to anyone.

"Is it...?" the fat man stammered.

Zhong Weiqi just wanted to hear more about Yan Xiu: "Then you said he's pretty good, what's so good about him?"

The fat man was vague and refused to speak.He never talked to his own parents about the school teacher, let alone talked to Zhong Weiqi.The fat man was worried that the teacher in charge would tell Zhong Weiqi what he said: "What did he... say?"

Zhong Weiqi was in a good mood, but it didn't mean he was willing to talk nonsense with the fat man. He glanced at the fat man: "He said he would come to visit."

One sentence ended the conversation neatly, making the fat man scratch his heart and lungs.

On Friday night, Yan Xiu arrived at the community where Zhong Weiqi lived, and the fat man was waiting for him by the side of the road, looking depressed.Yan Xiu patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be burdened. Just come to understand."

The greening in the community is quite good. At night, when the street lights are turned on, the snow-white lights condense on the flowers and trees, making them look more colorful than during the day.

The fat man suddenly pointed: "That building over there is my house."

Yan Xiu looked at the three-story single-family villa, the balcony was exposed in front of his eyes with his footsteps, and he saw Zhong Weiqi standing upstairs.

That's a really impressive look.

Zhong Weiqi propped his arms on the railing, like a big bird hovering there.The orange light from the balcony shrouded his pearl-colored shirt, and the dark curtains behind him were all drawn, and the living room behind the glass doors looked like a golden and transparent stage.

Zhong Weiqi is the only protagonist on the stage, lonely, brilliant and full of charm.

In order to prove that this was just an illusion, Yan Xiu had to look up at him for a second and third time.

"That's my uncle." The fat man followed Yan Xiu's eyes and said strangely.

Yan Xiu silently entered the door and went up the stairs.He suddenly began to doubt what was his motivation for willing to visit the house.

He should no longer be in contact with a one-night stand who is also a parent of a student.It's fine for Ren Zhongqinghua to fend for himself, he should not contact Zhong Weiqi again.There are nearly fifty students in a class. Even if he only cares about half of them, he is too busy to go around. It is normal that he can't take care of them. He can have a choice.

He can choose to ignore Zhong Qinghua and cut off contact with Zhong Weiqi.

This is the correct and safe way to do it.

But he must be responsible to the student, and it is impossible to deliberately avoid him when he knows that the student has a problem.

Yan Xiu is sure that's why he came to visit, even if there will be trouble with Zhong Weiqi.Now he is still convinced that he is visiting the home for the sake of the students.But he had some doubts about whether Zhong Weiqi really avoided it.

But he also knew very well that the inner struggle at this time was actually meaningless.He has already walked in front of Zhong Weiqi.

They sat down in the living room, and the fat man immediately wanted to sneak into the room.Zhong Weiqi brought tea, and stopped the fat man with a smile: "You are not polite at all, pour tea for the teacher quickly."

They exchange pleasantries like normal people.Then the meaningless conversations gradually start to have real content.When the fat man hid in the room again this time, Zhong Weiqi didn't stop him.

"His grandfather is my uncle, and his father is my cousin." Zhong Weiqi pointed out his relationship with Fatty.

Yan Xiu nodded, he had already heard Zhong Qinghua say this.

The two adults said something about how the child's father died.Yan Xiu asked another parent: "What about his mother? I heard Zhong Qinghua say that his mother is working in other places, but he didn't say where. Does she have frequent contact with Zhong Qinghua?"

Zhong Weiqi glanced at Yan Xiu: "That's what he told you?"

Yan Xiu suddenly understood.

"His mother hasn't contacted him for several years," Zhong Weiqi said calmly, "probably abandoned him."

Yan Xiu was speechless for a while.

"After his father died, his grandma took him. In the past two years, his grandma was old and couldn't take care of him anymore. So after he was admitted to high school, he lived with me. To be honest, I have never taken care of children, and neither is he. I don’t have the ability to take care of myself, so I’m probably negligent.”

Zhong Weiqi was unexpectedly frank.

He was leaning against the sofa, his legs were slightly stretched forward and crossed, and his feet were wearing homely light slippers.From the bottom of the trousers to the middle of the slippers is a beautifully shaped ankle.

Yan Xiu's eyes swept over there silently, and then he said: "You just find a good reason for yourself, and then indulge your negligent behavior, it's really... Sometimes I really want those parents who are too strict and rigid to take a look. If you are like this, it would be nice for everyone to neutralize."

Zhong Weiqi smiled: "Although he and I are related by blood, we are not his real father after all, so it is difficult to do what parents should do well."

Yan Xiu immediately denied his statement: "No parent does 100% what a parent should do. But at least they won't let their children cook three meals a day and do all the housework."

Zhong Weiqi smiled: "All? He told you that it was all the housework? The auntie who works part-time will come over every day. Basically, I deal with my own affairs. All Zhong Qinghua has to do is breakfast. Sometimes the auntie cooks dinner and he heats it up That's all, I cook when I feel good."

Yan Xiu came to understand the situation, not to argue with the parents, but he didn't want to give in to Zhong Weiqi's determination.

"Zhong Qinghua is now in the first year of high school, but the time is fast, and he will be in the third year of high school in the blink of an eye. You should concentrate on your studies..."

"I know." Zhong Weiqi interrupted him.

Yan Xiu looked at him.

Zhong Weiqi showed an almost playful expression: "We are classmates, have you forgotten? We both went to high school, or we went to high school together."

Then they were silent at the same time, Yan Xiu could only pray that Zhong Weiqi didn't remember that one-night stand that was "actually very unforgettable" like him.

He wanted to change the subject as soon as possible: "What did you mean when you said 'when you feel good'?"

Zhong Weiqi replied very honestly: "I am not in good health. I had surgery last year. Stomach cancer. So I said that our family's situation is more complicated..."

Yan Xiu was speechless again.

After a while, Yan Xiu got up to leave.After a certain moment he felt that he was out of shape.He couldn't be thinking about his one-night stand while discussing work and students.

What's more, now it's something much more serious than a one-night stand - he almost slept with a terminally ill patient.

Zhong Weiqi wanted to send him downstairs in person, but Yan Xiu stopped him: "You... have a good rest."

Zhong Weiqi extended his hand to him, Yan Xiu hesitated for a moment, but shook it lightly.

Those are a pair of hands that are very comfortable to hold, just as comfortable as this person's first touch.

The home visit was a bit anticlimactic, but it still had some effect—Zhong Qinghua was not late.

Yan Xiu sat at the edge of the podium, with lesson plans spread out in front of him, staring at the students going to self-study in the morning.In fact, he was in a daze with his eyes empty.

He saw Zhong Qinghua sitting in the last row. Although he was not late, he still had that sloppy demeanor around him. The whole person seemed to have been drawn frizzy with thick black lines.

Zhong Weiqi, on the other hand, manages to look radiant at all times...

"Teacher Yan."

Yan Xiu came back to his senses and looked at the monitor standing in front of the podium.

"Today is Teacher's Day," said the squad leader, a tall, thin boy who spoke shyly, "This is a card from the whole class."

Very normal card.Yan Xiu smiled, thanked the whole class, and asked, "Have you prepared for other teachers?"

The following answered in a hurry: "Ready!"

"I also bought flowers..."

"I bought it for the class fee."

The male teacher will give a card, and the female teacher will have an extra flower.The squad leader explained to Yan Xiu: "This was discussed at the class meeting. It's a bit simple, is it okay?"

Yan Xiu said gently: "Very good. The teacher is very happy to see that you have a heart."

Of course, there are teachers who like to receive gifts from students and parents.But Yan Xiu doesn't like to be greedy for such a small gain, and he doesn't want students to be exposed to these things too early.

He likes students to be simple.Some things are naturally understood when they need to be understood, and it is more cute to be ignorant when they do not need to be understood.

He looked at Zhong Qinghua, who was in the last row, with a look of sleepiness, and was more tired than most of the students.

Back at the office at noon, Yan Xiu saw a lot of cards on the table.He packed up his things and started batching homework.When I flipped through one of them, a very delicate little envelope fell out of it.

Inside was a voucher card with a large denomination, which was worth more than half a month's salary.

Yan Xiu's hair stood on end for a moment.After so many years, he was still not used to it, and every time he returned such an expensive gift, it was a headache.What's more, after he went to visit home, his heart has been heavy.

He looked at the greeting card attached to the gold card, and it turned out to be a student from a good family, and his Chinese class represented Jiang Xinwei.

Before school was over in the afternoon, Yan Xiu took the opportunity to ask Jiang Xinwei to get the materials, and returned the gold card to her.

Jiang Xinwei blushed.

She murmured, "How can I tell my mother? She's going to be angry..."

Yan Xiu said: "You don't have to say anything, you can ask your mother to call me. Don't worry, go home and be safe."

The girl lowered her head, as if she was about to cry, but she obediently put away the card.

Yan Xiu watched her leave, feeling helplessly tired.In the evening, when the school teachers had dinner together, he excused himself from the dinner early because of a headache.

He knows exactly what he needs.

He needs to let off steam. □□Can release stress.

In the past, there was no one to choose, so he could only suffer.Now he knew there was someone waiting for his connection.

Yan Xiu called Zhong Weiqi: "Do you have time? Let's come out and talk."

In fact, he almost doesn't remember the experience with Zhong Weiqi's classmates.It was like a dream, leaving only a hazy shadow.

Zhong Weiqi agreed.

Yan Xiu immediately added: "Don't tell Zhong Qinghua."

Zhong Weiqi smiled.

Yan Xiu hung up.