I just want to tease the master

When Shu Qing stepped into the door, the whole office was silent.

Most of the desks in the office were empty, obviously the teachers were not there during class time, Shu Qing glanced around, the first thing he saw was the boy who had been beaten up, and the boy's mother who was still yelling a second ago, and then himself daughter.

The little girl was half a head taller than the boy, with pockets in her hands, her eyelids drooping and looking at the ground, but her chin was slightly raised, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and her face was full of stubbornness and disdain.

The bloodstain the size of a fingernail on his forehead made Shu Qing's breath stagnate, and his pupils shrank...

She stabilized her mind, her eyes fell on a middle-aged woman wearing glasses, she nodded slightly, "Hello, Teacher Liu, I am Yan Shuyao's mother."

This is the first time that her daughter has been called a parent since she was in junior high school, and it is also the first time in the past 13 years that she has faced the school teacher face to face as a mother.

Shu Qing stood there quietly, with mild eyebrows and calm demeanor, long black and soft hair scattered on her shoulders and neck, outlining the soft outline of facial features, and because of this well-tailored uniform, she added a bit of majesty and heroism, clear and cold .

The teacher in charge hid the surprise in his eyes, adjusted his glasses, "Hello, it's like this, two kids are fighting during class..."

"She was the one who beat my son!" The boy's parent rushed to interrupt the head teacher and patted his child, "Tell me how this girl beat you."

It can be seen that the boy was severely beaten, several blood spots on his face were swollen high, and a ball of paper was stuffed in his nose, and his eyes stared fiercely at Yan Shuyao with a fierce look.

He was reasonable at first, and just now his mother had the courage to say everything in front of the teacher, but seeing Shu Qing now, for some reason, he was a little scared.

He bit the bullet and said: "Just now after class, I asked Yan Shuyao to borrow notes to copy, but she refused to give it up, saying that I hadn't finished sorting it out, so I wanted to borrow it later, and then she lent it to xx Gong, and I opened a few words Just kidding, she slapped me on the head with a book, she hit me first, and I hit back..."

After Shu Qing finished listening, she asked the class teacher, "Mr. Liu, is there any monitoring in the classroom?"

"Yes." The class teacher called out the surveillance video sent by the security department in due course.

The screen display is very clear, but there is no sound, only the two children can be seen fighting, and it is indeed Yan Shuyao who made the first move.

"Did you see that! Your girl did it first! She even took the lead! We have only one seedling in our family, so what if we are so stupid! Let me tell you, don't rely on it! Medical expenses, lost wages, and mental damage are all paid. You have to pay!" The boy's mother became more confident and yelled at Shu Qing.

Shu Qing was silent for a while, then looked at her daughter, "Yaoyao, is this the case?"

She didn't know her daughter well, but at least she knew that this child would not hit someone for no reason. The surveillance only had pictures but no sound. Except for the classmates who witnessed it, no one could determine what happened at that time.

However, it is true that whoever strikes first will be at the wrong.

Yan Shuyao was still looking out of the window, with a more ironic smile on the corner of her mouth, but she didn't say a word.

The appearance of pulling two to five to eighty thousand is really embarrassing.

"What else can I do? This girl is wronged! She beat someone up and still wants to pay her back! Think we are blind!" The boy's mother glared at her sideways, and she held her son in her arms as she spoke.

At this time, the teacher in charge said: "Anyway, both children have made a move, and they will be punished once according to the school regulations. As for the others, please discuss with the two parents in private."

Because of the students fighting, she lost the opportunity to be evaluated as an "excellent head teacher" this semester. She was already furious, and was made even more irritable by the boy's mother. When she saw Shu Qing, she calmed down a little.

But the boy's mother was not satisfied with this treatment, she stretched her neck, widened her eyes, and was about to have a seizure, Shu Qing looked at the boy with concern, and suggested: "Why don't we take the child to the infirmary for treatment first? "

"How can I do that? Who knows that your girl's hands and feet don't know the severity, did she hit my son with internal injuries? I have to go to a big hospital for a full-body examination!"

"Alright." Shu Qing nodded and smiled at the head teacher, "I'm really sorry for causing trouble to the teacher."

The head teacher also breathed a sigh of relief, and politely responded, asking them to take the child back first.

Out of the school gate, Shu Qing walked in front, and tried to hold her daughter's hand several times but was dodged. On the other hand, the mother and son, who were half a step behind, hugged each other tightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

She drove a few people to a public tertiary hospital, and asked the two children to undergo various physical examinations, but Yan Shuyao was very uncooperative, and wanted to leave after smearing some medicine on her forehead, but she had to accompany the mother and child to wait for the results .

Shu Qing paid for all kinds of messy expenses such as examination fees, medicine fees, and mental damage fees. In the end, he gave an extra 2000 yuan to shut up the cursing mother and son.

For her, problems that can be solved with money are trivial matters.

When she got home, Yan Shuyao burrowed into the room.

"stop."

Shu Qing called her to stop, "Aren't you going to explain?"

"Nothing to explain."

"Look at your appearance, what's the difference between you and my little sister?" Shu Qing frowned with a cold expression.

Yan Shuyao clenched her fists tightly with her hands in her pockets, biting her molars bitterly, "What, I'm embarrassing for you? If you think I'm cumbersome, just say so."

"Avoid the important and take the light." Shu Qing frowned, "If you hit someone and don't apologize, do you still think you are very reasonable?"

"I'll hit him! I want you to take care of it!"

"Can you say that again?"

"I said, I! Just! Hit him! Hit him every time he sees you! You don't care!" Yan Shuyao shouted provocatively, met Shang Shu Qing's sharp gaze, and took a step back.

That beautiful mixed-race face was flushed red, and she was like an irritated little beast, eager to show her immature fangs.

"You child..." Shu Qing got angry, reached out and grabbed her arm and threw it on the sofa, picked up the clothes hanger next to her and lashed at her.

Yan Shuyao staggered, screamed and hugged her head, and shouted: "Mommy never hits me! You are a bad woman! You beat me when you killed Mommy! Bad woman! I hate you……!"

Between the two thin clothes, the iron-core hard plastic leather hanger was pulled down like a whip, and it hurt.The little girl yelled and cried, after all, she was young and her strength was far inferior to Shu Qingda who was able to tow the plane with bare hands.

Wronged, angry, resentful...

She is just a poor little mother who doesn't care about her.

The voice and smile of the late wife came to my eyes, Shu Qing stopped, looked at her daughter's beautiful eyes soaked in tears, the softest part of her heart was hit hard, and felt infinite regret.

She threw away the hanger and tried to hug her daughter, "Yaoyao..."

Yan Shuyao twitched from crying, shrank like an electric shock when she touched her, and looked at her with resentful eyes.

Grandma said, this woman is bad.

Tricked Mommy into getting married, gave birth to herself, found mistresses and mistresses, and finally pissed mommy to death.

In Yan Shuyao's memory, Shu Qing was a transparent person who was often away from home, occasionally only sleeping, and rarely communicated with her family, so that she was quite afraid of her when she was a child.

At that time, she had no concept of a family formed by same-sex marriage, and wondered why she had two mothers.

Now there is a concept, but it is not important anymore.

Shu Qing didn't like her, but despised her, and with the things her grandmother told her about the past, she became more and more determined.

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she became, Yan Shuyao began to cry again.

If only Mommy was still here...

Shu Qing leaned on the sofa dejectedly, rubbing her temples lightly with her thumbs, when she heard the slight sobbing suddenly, her heart hurt like a knife, but she didn't have the courage to look at the child.

After thinking for a while, she wanted to calm down both herself and her daughter, so she got up and went back to the room.

The photo of the dead wife is placed on the bedside, that smiling face is still young, those smiling eyes stared at her in countless mornings and late nights, every time she wakes up or falls asleep, she has to uncover the scars of the past over and over again... ....

The curtains were blown up by the wind, Shu Qing put down the photo, went to the window to take a look, the wind was blowing outside, dead leaves and plastic bags were floating leisurely in the air.

The weather forecast says it will rain today, and the temperature will start to cool down at night, around ten degrees.

For this city, it is commonplace to change from summer to winter overnight.Shu Qing closed the window, changed his uniform, and planned to go to the supermarket to buy some food.

There was a sudden "bang" sound of closing the door in the living room, which was very heavy.

Shu Qing was stunned for a moment, opened the door and walked out, looking at the empty living room, "Yaoyao?"

no respond.

She, who is usually quick in response, is now as slow as dementia. She searched the living room, kitchen, bathroom, balcony and every room before looking at the door as if she had just woken up from a dream.

The child is missing...

The author has something to say: here "towing the plane with bare hands" refers to small planes like Cessna172... (whisper bb)