This parent is a bit cold

The throat lozenges have a strong mint flavor, very much like the fragrance in Ji Ming's mouth.She resists taking medicine and doesn't like to take it.Being a medicine jar for too long, I instinctively resisted those things, but Ji Ming would accompany him every time in order to coax himself to take it.

She still remembered the feeling of being kissed by Ji Ming after eating the mints.Since then, she has fallen in love with the taste.

This is the deepest taste memory in her life.

This season Ming...

On the weekend, the semi-annual class reunion started again.As expected, without accident, Ji Ming did not arrive.

Ling Mo's mood was like that ginkgo tree in the campus that was falling leaves, and it was bleak after withering.

She was originally the most popular courtyard flower, with countless suitors.It has been settled for several years now, and the temperament is even better than before.Today, she is wearing a black and white plaid shirt with a black shawl, a light-colored skirt, and coffee-colored short boots, all of which show her taste in dressing. Her slightly curly long hair is draped lazily , which makes her more attractive.

Ling Momei's bright and bright eyes, stretched and enthusiastic, slightly curved eyebrows, and the dimples at the corners of the mouth, give people a sense of comfort "like a spring breeze coming overnight" when they smile.Even if he has been weak and sick for many years, he always faces it positively and optimistically, which makes people feel distressed and easy to feel protective.

"Isn't Ling Mo still single?" Someone asked this sentence during the dinner, with a bit of regret. Many people think that Ling Mo's condition can find any kind of man, but no one knows that she is too much. Picky, or who are you waiting for.

Ling Mo replied with a smile: "No one wants it."

"That's what you said, isn't our old Song single too?"

Song Yao scratched his head and looked at Ling Mo blushing.

Ling Mo smiled without saying a word, and didn't even look at Song Yao.

This Song Yao was the boy who had been rumored to have had an affair with Ling Mo back then.The two of them have a courtyard flower and a courtyard grass, a match made in heaven, many people think they are a couple.

Only Ling Mo knew what was going on.

Seeing Song Yao, she would think of Ji Ming, if Song Yao hadn't become a thorn in Ji Ming's heart because of her confusion, they would not have really separated.

The downpour that night extinguished Ji Ming's hope, and also cut off his emotional path.

After that, Ling Mo cut off those lovers of the opposite sex who pestered him in college, but it was too late.

"I don't know how Ji Ming is doing?" Someone will always mention her at such a time. After all, Ji Ming is also considered a special person. Not to mention her excellent grades, she is a well-known all-around beauty who is always first-class every year. scholarship.

It's just that her personality is too closed, except for Ling Mo, she is cold to everyone.

Every year, Ling Mo attends the party with the hope that Ji Ming can come, but every time he returns disappointed.

For this kind of gathering, only the mention of Ji Ming can cause ripples in Ling Mo's heart.

Seeing those students who are so different from their student days, Ling Mo often feels that time has changed.

The classmates are no longer what they used to be, and so is I. Ji Ming may have left the singles or even got married long ago.

Only I was still spinning around in the same place, and my life seemed to be trapped in a ghost wall, and I couldn't get out no matter what.

On the next Wednesday, Ling Mo and Zhang Wen both received a package of documents, which contained a 5000 yuan shopping card from BenQ Mall.

Anonymous package contains a card: thank the teacher for taking care of the four seasons

It turned out to be Ling Siji's father, Ling Jie.

Zhang Wen hurriedly closed the office door. She mainly assists the students in Class 1 and is also the core teacher.

"I didn't expect that Siji's father would come here, and the price is five thousand." Zhang Wen played with the shopping card, showing a satisfied smile. She usually received one or two thousand supermarket shopping cards, skin care products, nutritional products, and dinners. Yes, this is the first time I have encountered such an ingenious way of giving gifts.

Five thousand is enough for her to buy a decent bag.

Ling Mo thought that people like Ji Ming would disdain to give gifts to teachers...

Was it her idea?

Just as he was thinking, Ling Jie called.

"Hello, Teacher Ling."

"Hello, Father Four Seasons."

"Siji's child is more troublesome than other children. I know that he has always caused trouble for the teacher. Our family feels very sorry, so today I want to thank you and Teacher Wenwen."

"You're welcome, this is what we should do."

"In the future, we will communicate in time about what happens at school in the next four seasons. Her mother and I are busy with work, so sometimes it is inevitable to ignore it, so we can only ask the teacher to take care of it."

"You're welcome, we know what to do. Thank you, Mr. Ling."

Ling Jie was very smart, he didn't mention a single word about sending things, and hid all the subtext in the ordinary conversation.

After a few greetings from the officials, Ling Mo put the card in the drawer, and Zhang Wen who was beside him had already started planning to go shopping at BenQ Mall.

Ling Mo never accepted gifts, and he also refused to have dinner with his parents.It's not that she's pretending to be high-minded, nor is she out of gregariousness. She will secretly return the parents who gave gifts, but she hasn't left behind the children who should be taken care of.

Kindergarten teachers are not high-income groups, Ling Mo understands, but she has no financial pressure, even if she shows herself noble, she will return the gifts.

Zhang Wen thought that if she accepted it, she would ask her parents to cooperate with her and treat it as if she had accepted it. Through this process, she became the most popular teacher in the kindergarten.

Safe and secure to earn popularity, she can still feel at ease, but she is a little tired. After all, it is difficult to do my best for every child, and it is inevitable to neglect one thing and lose another.

Gift giving is mostly the couple's wish. She decided to return the card to Ji Ming at the mother-parent meeting on Friday.

There were not many throat lozenges left on the table, and Ling Mo's voice had basically recovered, but she still took out a lozenge and put it in her mouth.

The sweet and astringent taste spread from the mouth to the chest cavity, as if it could dispel all the haze that was pressing on the heart, and there was a kind of comfort that suddenly opened up.

She likes the taste and looks forward to the parent meeting.

Friday, 04:30pm

All the students have left the school, and parents have arrived to sign in one after another.Ling Mo kept looking at the time, and unconsciously looked at the door.

Ling Mo can recognize the mothers who have attended parent-teacher meetings.Time passed by minute by minute, and it was approaching five o'clock, only Ling Siji's mother did not arrive.

She won't forget, will she?

Will she not come?

Ling Mo suddenly felt that he should send a message to remind him last night?

It's okay to be absent from the parents' meeting. She has encountered it many times, but with expectations and curiosity, she will inevitably be disappointed.

But think about it carefully, why did she do this?Just because of a box of candy?

Ling Mo felt baffled.

Any meeting should be sooner rather than later. It was already five o'clock, and Ji Ming didn't even see a shadow.

Waiting for another 5 minutes, Ling Mo said to herself, this is really the last time she puts hope on Ji Ming, definitely the last time.

She has been looking at her watch, gradually showing displeasure. It seems that Ji Ming really didn't take this matter to heart.

Ling Mo couldn't let all the parents wait for her, so he sorted out the outline of the meeting and said, "Mothers, let's start..."

Before the words finished, a familiar voice came into my ears: "Sorry, I'm late."

This voice made Ling Mo's heart tremble suddenly.

She turned her head, her lips parted slightly, shock and astonishment were reflected in her eyes, and suddenly, her throat felt as uncomfortable as if it was choked by something.

A tall and sassy woman stood at the door. She was wearing a black knitted bottoming shirt, a one-step skirt set off her slender waist, and her knee-high boots showed her slender legs at a glance.

She was wearing a suit jacket in her hand, and it seemed that because of her rush, a few strands of hair on her forehead were blown to her temples, and even her breathing was a little disordered.

This face haunted Ling Mo's soul for eight years. This voice appeared in her dreams countless times. She woke up crying at night, and also woke up with a start.

The long river of longing flows endlessly in Ling Mo's life.

Today, she was actually allowed to meet the first love she had been thinking about ever and ever in such a way - Ji Ming.

Ji Ming is Ji Ming.

She should have thought of it earlier.

"Ming Ming..." This name could have been blurted out, but Ling Mo couldn't pronounce it no matter what. Her appearance had already stirred up waves in her heart, but she knew exactly what she should do on what occasion.

She tried her best to calm down the turmoil, and squeezed out the first sentence amidst the intricate emotions of sadness and joy: "Are you Ling Siji's mother?"

"Yes." Ji Ming walked to the table calmly, and signed his name next to Ling Siji's.

Ling Mo couldn't take his gaze away from her no matter what, until Ji Ming finished signing and looked up, the moment their eyes met, Ling Mo felt the urge to cry.

It was the grievance of waiting for too long, the accumulation of all the lost hopes, and the excitement of longing for many years to rush into that embrace again.

But she can't.

"Please take a seat." Ling Mo raised his hand feebly, drowning countless questions in these short words.

"Thank you." Ji Ming remained calm, as if this reunion was expected.

Ling Mo tightened his grip on the documents, lowered his eyebrows and looked at the sign-in office: Ji Ming

As if an invisible sharp knife pierced through his heart, Ling Mo let out a deep breath of pain.

But she must enter the state of the parent meeting and do what a teacher should do.

She faced the parents, her eyes turned to Ji Ming, she didn't look up, and Ling Mo couldn't find their eyes.

"Mothers, everyone is welcome to attend the parent-teacher meeting of Class 1. The reason why the mother-parent meeting is held today is for all the babies..."

The parent meeting originally planned for one hour was shortened to half an hour by Ling Mo.During this period, Ji Ming kept looking at his watch, as if he had something urgent to do.

At the same time, she is also the most serious mother who takes notes. Ling Mo couldn't help but walk to her side when he was talking.

Sensing her approach, Ji Ming closed the notebook and subconsciously began to turn the pen.

"The mother's family committee needs more time for the mother to cooperate with us to do a good job of supporting the children..." Ling Mo stopped beside Ji Ming. This was the closest time to her in eight years. Ling Mo could feel himself Her heart was beating irregularly, like the first time she slept next to Ji Ming, like the first time she heard Ji Ming say that she liked her, like every time she fell in love with Ji Ming. heartbeat.

"I'm a full-time mother. I can join, Teacher Momo." Wang Ziyi's mother's voice broke Ling Mo's thoughts. She came back to her senses and smiled, "Thank you, Ziyi's mother." Ji Ming, "Is Mother Siji willing to participate?"

When she was in school, she liked to turn pens, so this habit is still there.

What about the others?Are you used to leaving yourself?

As if everything is changing, and as if nothing has changed, she is still the Ji Ming she liked back then.

Hearing Ling Mo's voice, Ji Ming put down his pen, raised his head slowly, and replied expressionlessly: "I don't have time."