This parent is a bit cold

Ling Mo lost his mother since he was a child. His stepmother is the owner of BenQ Store, and his father is the deputy director of the Education Bureau of Tianhai City.

Little is known about her prominent family background, including Ji Ming.

But how could this matter come out of Song Yao's mouth?He is the thorn in Ji Ming's heart.

Unable to tell whether Ji Ming was angry or disappointed, Ling Mo chased after him, wanting to take the opportunity to explain.

"Ming Ming!" Although there was no time to think, he had to speak clearly.

"I didn't mean not to tell you, it's just that I didn't think it was necessary at that time..." No, I couldn't say that, Ling Mo suddenly became stupid, and even forgot the basic speaking skills.

Facing Ji Ming, she would really be in chaos.

Ji Ming withdrew his hand coldly and said, "It's not necessary. It wasn't necessary before, but it's even more so now."

"It's not what you think."

"I didn't think about anything, but you thought too much."

"I'm sorry." Ling Mo felt that he owed her this sentence.

The last thing Ji Ming wants to hear is an apology, Ling Mo doesn't owe her anything.

"There's no need for that."

Leaving these words behind, Ji Ming still left. She didn't let Ling Mo speak, and she didn't give herself a chance to soften her heart.

Lost is lost, no one will be in place.

Looking at her fading figure, Ling Mo was heartbroken.

She has indeed lost her youthful love.

Those meticulous care may just be Ji Ming's natural warmth.

Her eight years of obsession finally turned into a person's happiness in the world.

Ling Mo even wondered, should he leave Ji Ming's world?

But now is not the time for children to love each other. Today's trouble must be solved.

After the autumn camp was disturbed, everyone was somewhat disappointed. Zhang Wen and Gao Feng tried their best to amplify the fun of setting up tents.

Ling Mo made a few phone calls and arranged for someone to stand by in case of emergency.

At noon, each group of families completed the construction of the tent one after another. Ling Mo adjusted his mood, smiled at the students, and began to organize lunch sharing.

The fun of a picnic lies in the joy of the crowd. What is given is also received, and what is given is rewarded.There are endless varieties of food, including those with self-heating pots, Chinese and Western snacks, and home-baked dim sum.

Ling Mo didn't want to eat because of stomach acid reflux, but low blood sugar warned her that she had to eat.She took out the sandwich and prepared to eat with the boiled water in the thermos.

"Teacher!" Ling Siji came bouncing over, Ling Mo put on a smile, subconsciously looked for Ji Ming, and found that she was talking to someone on the phone.

"Is something wrong? Four Seasons?"

"This is for you." Ling Siji held the thermos, as if to give it to himself.

"Teacher has water." Ling Mo raised his glass.

"It's not water. Drinking in it can warm your stomach."

Ling Mo was taken aback, what do you know at such a young age about nourishing the stomach and not nourishing the stomach?

"Who taught you this?"

"Mom, oh no, it's Dad." Ling Siji changed his words in time as if he had made a slip of the tongue.

"Did you give it to me or did you give it to me?" Ling Mo was afraid that he would not get the answer he wanted, "The teacher said that children are not allowed to lie."

Ling Siji held his mouth shut, looked at Ling Mo thinking for a moment, and replied without thinking, "It's Dad."

"Really?"

"Really, teacher, drink quickly."

Ling Mo let out a sigh of relief, she thought it was Ji Ming who couldn't help but care about her.

It seems that we should not be sentimental.

"Thank you, Siji." She took Ling Siji's thermos, opened it, and saw that it was rice paste made from millet, and it really was very healthy. Was this made by Ling Jie or Ji Ming?

"Teacher, please drink quickly. Mom said that you can't eat messy things on an empty stomach. It will hurt your stomach."

"Huh? Why is it sometimes mother and sometimes father?" Ling Mo was almost confused by her.

"Hmm, um..." Ling Siji was in a mess, and simply made a face and ran away.

Ling Mo was holding the thermos cup, and the slight heat came towards him, just like the noodle soup that night.

But she has no appetite.

Don't think too much, even if it's Ji Ming's intention, Ling Mo can't tell if it's an old relationship or a friendship, or it's just an unfamiliar relationship between teachers and parents.

The child's sincerity and kindness are always irresistible, and Ling Mo will always find some joy in this group of innocent eyes and pure smiles.

She tasted the rice cereal, which was bland but very warming.After washing it, Ling Mo returned the thermos.Strangely, Ji Ming is still talking on the phone.

It seems that Ji Ming always has a lot of things to do. She is moving forward alone in an unknown field, in a world that has no intersection with Ling Mo.

In the afternoon, before the outreach activities started, Ling Mo received a call from the principal, and the matter was exactly as she thought.Someone came to the school for accountability, and the principal personally intervened, and Ling Mo was "criticized and educated".

At the same time, the principal was also asked by the other party to let Ling Siji transfer to another school, otherwise he would not let it go.

It was not Secretary Liao himself who called, but his secretary.

"Director Lu, you won't be threatened just like this?"

Principal Lu is over [-] years old. She retired a few years ago and was hired back to the kindergarten. She is passionate about education, does everything by herself, and pays attention to quality education. Because of her, Tianming Kindergarten has the reputation it has today.

She likes Ling Mo very much, the so-called education is nothing more than blame.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Ling Mo asked, and Director Lu knew she had a solution.

Ling Mo was worried that there was no solid evidence, and now that the other party came to her door, she smiled and offered a trick to Director Lu.

Not long after, she received a message reply from the principal. It was a recorded phone call, which was a conversation confirming that Ling Siji was transferred to another school, and focused on the words Secretary Liao, his wife and children.

She sent it out immediately, preparing to arrange for the media to be released.

It's not good to offend anyone, if it's her head, Ling Mo will never allow anyone to bully Ling Siji and affect Ji Ming.

If Ji Ming wants to transfer her child to another school, she will not stop her, but it is definitely not in this way.

In the afternoon, the teachers showed their strengths. First, Gaofeng organized parent-child development activities. Parents and children completed game challenges together. Then Zhang Wen presented a relatively difficult thinking class topic, allowing parents to cooperate with children to answer the questions.

Only Ling Mo has been preparing lessons.

She is good at the violin and piano, and she has a good understanding of music theory, and she dabbles in various instruments.Considering the convenience of climbing, she only brought a harmonica and clarinet.

The autumn camp not only promotes parent-child relationship, but also allows parents to see how their children are doing at school.Therefore, according to the distribution of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Ling Mo arranged 10 minutes for each class, and implanted English teaching to complete the field class display.

"Next, take a break. Let's review the songs we learned last week. The teacher will play a song for everyone first, okay?"

"Okay." Qi Shushu's little milk voice replied excitedly. These little devil kings who have turned the world upside down at home can only be so obedient when facing the teacher.

Ling Mo picked up the harmonica, put it on his lips, and played the music.

Except for the students sitting on the ground, the one who listened most seriously was Ji Ming.

The melodious music floated in the mountains, and the familiar melody made Ji Ming frowned.

"Yestedayoncemore", this song is really appropriate and heartbreaking.

Ling Mo sat cross-legged and played the qin, her eyes seemed to reflect green waves, bright and transparent, and her smiling eyebrows showed the unique gentleness and softness of Jiangnan girls. At this time, she seemed like a light smoke in an ancient alley The woman who shuttled in the middle came softly, humming the melody on the breeze.

Her slender and thin body seemed to contain enormous power, and every note came from the bottom of her heart, blowing her ever-changing mood into the bottom of Ji Ming's heart.

Ji Ming looked at her, his eyes gradually blurred.

Xu Shi was emotional, and the children began to involuntarily follow what they had learned in class, holding hands and making gestures. Parents were very relieved to see the state of the children with their own eyes.

Ling Mo no longer looked for Ji Ming's gaze, she knew she would never find it again.

The loss of these years is finally coming to an end.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so pretty." Ling Jie couldn't help admiring as he flipped through the phone's photo album.His chaotic voice also ruined the beauty at this time.

Ji Ming glanced at him disappointedly, but ignored him.

"Oh, this smile, this upward angle of the mouth, is really rare in the world..."

"What are you twittering about?" Ji Ming finally lost to his nagging, which was exactly Ling Jie's intention. He opened the photo album on his phone to show off his achievements.

Ji Ming looked in the past, and it turned out to be a picture of herself smiling, each of which was her staring at Ling Mo, with watery tenderness in her eyes, she had never seen herself like this, let alone Ling Jie.

"You look pretty when you smile, like a spring flower..." Ling Jie hummed a famous internet song in a low voice, and Ji Ming clenched his fists, raising his hands and glaring at him angrily.

"Eh, eh? You have taken boxing lessons, don't try me out."

Ji Ming remained silent, but blushed. He didn't know if he was angry or shy because someone saw his real self.

"Do you want it?" Ling Jie was still chattering.

Ji Ming was indifferent. At this time, every child came to pull Dad to join the dance, "Dad, come here quickly."

"Okay, okay, dad is here." Being led by his daughter, Ling Jie happily put the phone directly on the ground, the screen still had a distant photo of Ling Mo playing the harmonica frozen on the screen, Ji Ming picked up the phone, staring at the photo in a trance.

Then, she clicked on the WeChat dialog box and sent all the photos to herself.

Afterwards, Ling Jie saw through and didn't tell the truth, and didn't bring up the matter again.

At night in late autumn, the temperature dropped sharply. Although the scenic spot had taken some windproof measures at the campsite, the ground was still a bit shady.The night sky in the mountains is more beautiful than the city, dotted with stars, and the river is thousands of miles long, so beautiful.

Ling Jie brought the Celestial Environment, found the most suitable viewing angle, and took Ling Siji to look at the Milky Way in the distance.

Ji Ming is wrapped in a shawl and works with her head down. She is as quiet as a virgin, with her long hair pinned behind her ears, giving her the beauty of quiet time.

Not far away, there was a shallow coughing sound. Ji Ming put down his pen and looked worriedly at the teacher's resting place. She was too familiar with that voice, it was Ling Mo.

Ling Mo's body was too weak to bear the cold, even though she was wearing thick cotton clothes, she still felt cold.

She didn't know whether it was because she was too tired during the day or because she was overwhelmed, but she began to feel a little chilly.

It's been more than half a month since she had a high fever. At that time, she didn't know that the disturbing mother of Four Seasons was Ji Ming.

She also didn't know that Ji Ming was breathing the air of the same sky as herself.

It's just that the result was the same, she was sick, and she was still alone.

"Wenwen, I'm going to bed first, it's a bit cold." Ling Mo didn't want to fall ill again, let alone being found unwell by Ji Ming.

"Go quickly, wrap the sleeping bag well." Zhang Wen confessed worriedly.

Ling Mo sniffed his nose and nodded, thinking that it would be fine to sleep. If he really had a fever, he would be fine as long as he broke out in sweat.

She planned to sleep in thick clothes and cover herself well.

Just about to enter the tent, Ling Jie came.

"Teacher Momo, we have a few more cushions here, you can use them."

Ling Mo turned his head, and his first reaction was to refuse, "No, I have a sleeping bag."

"It's too cold on the ground, and your physique is poor, so it will be better on the mat."

"How do you know that my physique is poor?" Ling Mo couldn't help wondering, they weren't so familiar with it, right?

"Uh, it looks like, I'll put this first."

"Four Seasons Father!" Ling Mo felt awkward, unwilling to accept Ling Jie's kindness, she chased after him to pay back, but Ling Jie had already returned to the astronomical realm, watching the stars with him, and Ji Ming was also beside him.

Looking at the happy picture of a family of three, Ling Mo felt sour and astringent, envious and sad.

She put down her things and inadvertently saw the floor mat in the tent. It should have been a complete pattern, but one piece was missing.