There are always teachers who want parents

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Lu Zhiqiao found the shade of a coconut tree, spread out the cushions and sat down, took off her straw hat and sunglasses, and let the salty sea breeze blow over her face, blowing the broken hair on her forehead. She leaned against the tree trunk, straightened her legs, and squinted comfortably. Raising his eyes, he quietly looked at the figure of his daughter playing.

She is watching her daughter, someone is watching her.

Leaning behind, Qi Yan quietly raised the camera, and took a few consecutive shots of the person sitting under the tree, and then the camera moved slightly to capture the little girl playing by the beach.

Different angles, different tones, light and dark lines from clear to subtle.

Lu Zhiqiao was lazily leaning against the tree trunk, her head tilted slightly, slightly curly black hair fell on her shoulders, and she wore an elegant and clean white dress with her thin ankles exposed at the hem of the skirt. She was comfortable and peaceful, exuding a warm and soft temperament.

I don't know how many photos were taken, Qi Yan lowered his head to sift through, picking through one by one, but couldn't pick out one to delete, he wanted to keep every one.

Simply stop taking pictures, no matter how clear the camera lens is, it is not as good as my own eyes and heart.

She stared at them, the distance was only a few meters, she stretched out her legs and retracted them, but she didn't dare to disturb them after all.Secretly like this, there is something to watch anyway, if Lu Zhiqiao is rashly startled, maybe there is nothing to watch.

The sea breeze is mixed with a hint of saltiness, gently caressing the hair and skirt, comfortable and lazy, people are also inexplicably sentimental.

When did she fall in love with her?

Maybe it was that early in the morning, when Lu Zhiqiao hurried back, she sat down in front of her daughter's bed distressed and helpless, and then wept in embarrassment, she was able to peek into the cracks in her inner world.Maybe it was that evening, every word Lu Zhiqiao solemnly told her daughter pierced into her heart.Maybe it was that morning, when Lu Zhiqiao got out of the strange man's car and chatted happily with him, she really felt the subtle sourness.Maybe... There are many, many moments that I don't remember, which are honestly burned into the subconscious.

I like her tear mole, her lips, and I like her from head to toe.

But I don't like her always kidnapping herself as a teacher.

—One day you will be willing.

Qi Yan still remembered what he said, and now that he thinks about it, it seems to be comforting him, Lu Zhiqiao won't like her, right?Even if there is, it is only physiological, instinct.

This can be regarded as hope, dripping into her long-drought and cracked heart, a trace of smoke suddenly emerged...

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As the sun sets, the sunset glow is like blood, and the afterglow dyes the layers of clouds on the horizon red.On Roland Island, which is close to the equator, the day and night are of equal length throughout the year, and the dusk is very short. Today the sun sinks, and it will rise again in twelve hours.

When night fell, the whole main island became lively. Tents were set up on the beach, and the lights flickered along the coastline, making it hazy from afar.The sky and the sea merged into one color, blurred in the dense darkness, the sky was full of bright stars, and a dim crescent moon rose up.

Lu Zhiqiao took her daughter to the city for a stroll, tasted the local specialties, and came back after a tour. The mother and daughter's stomachs were full.

At about eight o'clock, a huge bonfire was ignited on the beach. Professional actors dressed up as the aborigines of Roland Island danced around the fire with a harpoon in their hands, and chanted songs in the aboriginal language, like an ancient troubadour.The surrounding tourists continued to join, and the circle became bigger and bigger, and soon surrounded two or three floors.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.

Blossoming fireworks exploded in the night sky, and the colorful and shining colors were as bright as shooting stars, dyeing the sky as bright as day, and everyone looked up.

I don't know who lit the fireworks, they were arranged and combined to form a string of letters that exploded. If you look carefully, it is the name of a person.

It seems that someone is pretending to be romantic. This thing looks fresh at first glance, but it's not interesting after a long time. Lu Zhiqiao looked at it for a while, letting his ears thump and bang, and looked away.

A round of fireworks ended, there was a moment of silence, and another round rose.

"Mom!" The daughter suddenly grabbed her hand, tugging excitedly, "Look, look! It's your name!"

"?"

Lu Zhiqiao raised his head suddenly, and the night sky was full of light, showing a big "Qiao", followed by "Lu" and "Zhi", repeating "Qiao", repeating the cycle over and over again.

At that moment, her eyes were also lit up.

A little trick that has long been out of fashion, I just feel bored watching others play it, but when it is my turn, my heart gradually becomes densely itchy, under the watchful eyes of everyone, her name is hung in the sky, but not everyone can see it I understand, that unique sense of mystery is unique.

Lu Zhiqiao blushed immediately, kept her head up until the fireworks burned out, and then looked around, looking for the figure of that person.