Years of love

When the two crying people in the room saw Zhou Luo coming in, they rushed towards him and cursed him.

Zhou Luo frowned and endured the foul language of these two people, and impatiently pushed them aside and walked to Yan Qi's side.

He greeted Teacher Qi first, then pulled the seat next to him to sit on it, then pulled Yan Qi in front of him, and looked at him seriously.

"Tell me what happened." Zhou Luo said to him gently.

Yan Qi lowered his head and roughly told the story. Zhou Luo closed his eyes when he heard that Hu Weixuan's arm was broken by him.

"The person has been sent to the hospital, and the doctor said it's nothing serious, just need to connect the bones." Teacher Qi said.

"No big deal?" Hu Weixuan's mother threw off her fat arms and shouted loudly: "It's no big deal even if the bones are broken? How do you become a teacher? Are you talking in human language?"

"The teacher is just stating the doctor's words. You can't tell Teacher Qi about this." Zhou Luo interrupted her: "I am responsible for the medical expenses, Yan Qi, go and apologize to Hu Weixuan's mother."

Yan Qi still lowered his head and didn't speak.

"Is it over if you lose money?" The woman pointed at Zhou Luo and yelled, "How will my son's mental damage be calculated? What if he has sequelae in the future! Just lose money now and think about it? How did you become a parent? Why? What happened to this child is his brother, where are his parents?"

"I'm his guardian. If you have any requirements, you can directly ask them." Zhou Luo pulled Yan Qi to his side, afraid that the woman in front of him who was baring her teeth and claws would bump into Yan Qi.

"50! Or I'll sue you!" The woman screamed.

Yan Qi's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "I fucking killed..."

"Yan Qi!" Zhou Luo suddenly raised his voice, his voice directly overshadowed the woman, and even Teacher Qi who was sitting at the side who was at a loss what to do with the situation was taken aback.

Yan Qi shivered for a while, staring blankly at the angry Zhou Luo, his heart beat faster and faster, so fast that his vision was a bit blurred.

"Listen, listen, Mr. Qi, listen, what did this kid say? Who is he going to kill? Is he going to kill me! Did he just want to kill my son! How could your school recruit such a student? Huh?" The more the woman spoke, the more excited she became, if the woman next to her didn't hold her back, she might have stood on the table and pointed at the ceiling and cursed.

Zhou Luo's breath was a little rough, he grabbed Yan Qi's hand and shook it firmly: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Yan Qi looked at him, the angrier Zhou Luo was, the more anxious he became, he had already caused him a lot of trouble, and now it completely angered him.

What would he do, what would he say, would he...

Yan Qi's mind was in a mess.

Will you leave me.

"Last time, and this time, did you really think this way?" Zhou Luo stared at him, and Yan Qi saw his own face in his deep eyes.

He huddled beside Zhou Luo and didn't want to say a word at this moment. He wanted to control himself not to listen to that crazy woman's nonsense, but the more he controlled, the more he lost control. The fire in his heart couldn't be stopped or suppressed. live.

Yan Qi scolded viciously in a low voice: "Damn her..."

Snapped.

Yan Qi tilted his head and widened his eyes.

The woman's voice stopped immediately, because she scolded too fiercely, she didn't hear what Yan Qi said just now, but was shocked by the crisp slap.

Teacher Qi hurried forward, but didn't know what to do, so he could only whisper, "Don't be impulsive, don't hurt the child."

Zhou Luohong looked at Yan Qi, Yan Qi tilted his head and did not turn his face back, his eyes were a little swaying.

After hearing Teacher Qi's voice, Zhou Luo slowly regained his senses, and exhaled slowly: "Mr. Qi, please call Gu Fan to the office."

Before Gu Fan entered the office, Zhou Luo who came out of the back room pulled him into a corner next to him.

"Quickly ask quickly and answer quickly." Zhou Luo asked sullenly.

"Yes, yes." Gu Fan swallowed and nodded cautiously.

"You will follow my words and answer in the affirmative to whatever I ask later, will you?" Zhou Luo continued to sullenly.

"Yes." Gu Fan nodded cautiously again.

"Close your right eye and pretend to be in pain." Zhou Luo looked at him.

Gu Fan immediately acted to the fullest, and walked behind Zhou Luo, saying "Ouch, Ouch" several times.

But when he saw Yan Qi, his voice paused.

"Does your eyes hurt?" Zhou Luo leaned against the table and raised his arms and asked.

"It hurts!" Gu Fan hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes and let out a painful "ouch".

Hu Weixuan's mother's face was very ugly.

"Does your shoulder hurt?" Zhou Luo continued to ask.

"It hurts!" Gu Fan covered his shoulder again and let out a very depressed "Ouch".

"Does your back hurt?" Zhou Luo asked again.

"It hurts from the neck to the buttocks. I think my tailbone may be cracked. It hurts just now when I was sitting in the seat." Gu Fan covered his buttocks and increased the volume "Ouch".

"Hu Weixuan's mother, you have to bear the child's medical expenses and mental damage expenses. We have to ask the doctor if there will be any sequelae in the future. Do you think we need to invite a lawyer to sit down and discuss this matter. "Zhou Luo said calmly to the woman next to him.

When the woman next to Mama Hu heard that she wanted to hire a lawyer, she quickly took her by the arm: "Sister-in-law, it's okay, just let the other party pay for the medical expenses. It's not good."

The woman has been furious since Gu Fan entered the door, but now she is overwhelmed by the child's acting skills and can't refute a word, so she can only pick up her bag angrily, and slams the door without saying hello to Teacher Qi, without looking back and go.

Gu Fan stopped his twitching movements, looked towards the door and laughed, but when he turned around and looked at Yan Qi, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He was about to ask Yan Qi what's wrong, but Zhou Luo stared back.

Gu Fan pursed his lips, facing Zhou Luo's fiery eyes, he still defended Yan Qi in a low voice: "Brother Zhou Luo, Yan Qi fought twice because of me, can you stop blaming him, it was me, me too weak."

"It has nothing to do with you." Yan Qi answered.

Gu Fanhong frowned and gritted his teeth: "Every time you protect me, I'm just so useless!"

"I said it has nothing to do with you." Yan Qi turned his face and looked out the window: "Go back to the dormitory first and apply a wet towel to your face. Be careful not to get caught in the rain."

There was no emotion in Yan Qi's voice, but he had gradually calmed down, without the ruthlessness just now, nor the look of a normal person.

Zhou Luo opened the umbrella, put his arm around Yan Qi's shoulder and walked out of the school gate.

Yan Qi's head was pressed against Zhou Luo's chest, and the rain occasionally hit his face, but he didn't care, he lowered his eyes and stared at Zhou Luo's hand holding the umbrella.

It was with this hand that he hit him just now.

Yan Qi wanted to ask him if it hurt.

Zhou Luo stuffed him into the back seat of the car, got into the car from the other side, bent down to wring out the water from Yan Qi's trouser legs, and signaled him to take off his shoes.Yan Qi obediently untied his shoelaces, took off his shoes and socks, Zhou Luo turned around and took out a clean towel from the back of the carriage.

When turning around, Yan Qi realized that half of Zhou Luo's body was wet.

Zhou Luo lifted Yan Qi's feet, helped him wipe off the water little by little, then wrapped his feet tightly with a towel, and let him half lie on the back seat.

Zhou Luo jumped out of the car and quickly jumped into the driver's seat, turned on the ignition and turned on the heater.

All the way in silence, Zhou Luo stared at the heavy rain on the majestic road, trying not to let himself think about what happened just now.

He raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror from time to time, and Yan Qi was looking out of the window with his face sideways, his thick eyelashes drooping down, making him look lifeless at all.

The slap marks on the side of his face were red and glaring.

Zhou Luo bit her tongue hard.

Yan Qi was sitting on the sofa in Zhou Luo's office with his schoolbag in his arms. He watched Zhou Luo pick up his notebook and rush out of the office. After hearing the door close with a "bang", he finally relaxed.

He stared motionlessly at the pen holder filled with lollipops in front of him, without any movement, just staring straight.

There was a sound of thunder outside the window at the right time, and Yan Qi turned his head to look out the window dully, his eyes were a little dazed.

He thought of Dean Gao and Su Jin, he couldn't control his messed up mind, hugged his schoolbag tightly, gritted his back teeth, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhou Luo.

Yan Qi shouted in his heart and lowered his head.

Cheng Ye looked at the drowned Zhou Luo and sat back in his seat, forgetting what he was supposed to say next.

The meeting has been going on until now, and the colleagues are a bit sleepy and can't sit up straight, but when they saw Zhou Luo with a cold face, they all straightened their bodies as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Tan Yingying hurriedly poured a cup of hot water and put it in front of Zhou Luo, then took a towel from outside and handed it to him.

Zhou Luo took the towel and wiped his face and hair, then threw the towel on the back of the chair.

Cheng Ye swallowed two mouthfuls of spit, and continued to finish the PPT later.

After the meeting ended, Zhou Luo stayed in the conference room, wiped his face with empty hands, and let out a long sigh.

Cheng Ye sat next to him worriedly: "Isn't it so serious, what happened?"

"Do you still remember the strangeness of Yan Qi I told you before?" Zhou Luo's voice was a little dry.

"You mean the time when he said he wanted to kill the female teacher in your car when he was in elementary school?" Cheng Ye smiled: "It's normal for a child to watch TV dramas twice, and it's just for fun. When we were young, we fought and killed all day long."

"He said it again just now." Zhou Luo frowned.

Cheng Ye stopped talking immediately, feeling his throat was a little dry, and drank the water Tan Yingying poured for Zhou Luo in one gulp.

"Do I need to take him to see a psychiatrist?" Zhou Luo leaned back in the chair and raised his head, rummaging in his trouser pockets and jacket. He took it out and handed it to him.

"I'm worried that he will be more stimulated when he sees a psychiatrist." Cheng Ye paused before saying, "Why don't you guide him directly."

"How do I guide?" Zhou Luo asked vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.

"This kid Yan Qi is really different from others, and I was worried that he would bring you trouble." Cheng Ye also lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "But I don't worry now."

"Why?" Zhou Luo asked.

"You've already fallen into it. No matter whether Yan Qi will bring you pain or happiness in the future, you will never be able to leave him." Although Cheng Ye spoke casually, his words clearly hit Zhou Luo's heart directly.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, put the butt out in the ashtray, and walked out of the conference room with the untouched notebook open in front of him.

Zhou Luo pushed open the door, the room was pitch black, and he remembered that he hadn't turned on the light when he came back.

It's so dark, why didn't Yan Qi turn on the light?

Zhou Luo turned on the switch in doubt, and seeing Yan Qi sitting on the sofa with his schoolbag in his arms, his heart throbbed as if being grabbed by someone.

He closed the door softly, put the notebook back on the table, and walked in front of Yan Qi softly.

"Yan Qi." Zhou Luo called him.

Yan Qi moved his shoulders, but didn't look up.

"Yan Qi, look at me." Zhou Luo sighed inwardly after speaking.

Yan Qi raised his head slowly, adjusted to the brightness of the lights in the room, and then looked at Zhou Luo in front of him.

Zhou Luo had already squatted down, stretching out his hand to check Yan Qi's left face carefully, it was still a little red.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Qi looked at Zhou Luo and asked.

Zhou Luo was stunned. This was the question he wanted to ask, but was asked by Yan Qi instead, and he didn't know what to answer him for a moment.

"Hand." Yan Qi tapped the back of his hand with his index finger: "When you hit him, does your hand hurt?"

Zhou Luo stared blankly at Yan Qi, his eyes gradually turned red unconsciously.

Yan Qi took his hand down, rubbed his palm little by little, and muttered softly.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Yan Qi said while crying, but he didn't know it. Tears rolled down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes and hit Zhou Luo's palm: "Sometimes I can't control myself. I always wanted to hit and curse people, and sometimes I really wanted to...kill someone." Yan Qi's voice was very steady, both his expression and his voice exuded a temperament completely different from his age, only Tears betrayed him: "I can't control it, but I have a way to stop myself from messing around."

Yan Qi wiped away his tears, sniffed his nose, his expression was still cold, and his voice still sounded steady: "Brother, I was wrong, I will apologize to Hu Weixuan, and I will review myself."

Zhou Luo watched Yan Qi's movements and listened to Yan Qi's words, and it took him a long time to let out the stuffy breath in his chest.

"What else do you want to tell me?" Zhou Luo rubbed his brows and regained his composure.

When Yan Qi heard his words, he stopped his hands and bowed his head in silence.

After a long time, he whispered: "Don't leave me."

Zhou Luo looked at him.

"Brother, don't leave me." Yan Qi repeated.

Zhou Luo raised his hand and stroked his hair.

"I promise I won't do this again." Yan Qi turned his face to the side and gritted his teeth. Only then did he have a proper reaction to his emotions. He raised his hand and wiped away his tears, neither spoke nor went Look at Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo sat on the tea table, looked at his hands, and said softly, "It's just for me."

Yan Qi stopped crying.

"Don't make me worry anymore, don't say anything that scares me, and don't try to challenge my bottom line." Zhou Luo said: "No matter what happened in the past, I can't erase it, and I don't have the right to erase it. But whatever the future holds, you have me.”

Yan Qi turned his head and looked at him quietly.

"I can't live without you, Yan Qi, don't make me sad, okay?" Zhou Luo also looked at him, and it took a while before he laughed.

The rain outside the window had stopped at some point, and the city gradually appeared in the misty water vapor.

After an autumn rain and a cold, it's time to add clothes again.

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