CH 29

Qi Yan didn't know that Lu Wei was in the balcony, but she didn't dare to get too close. She took a step forward, her soft black hair swaying gently, and the ends drew an arc in the air, and suddenly a familiar wave rushed towards her. The fragrance is like icy citrus, and heavy sandalwood, so cold and breezy.

It is the scent of "Goddess of the Hunt".

Lu Zhiqiao didn't wear the perfume today, and she was taken aback when she smelled her own scent. She sniffed her nose lightly, staring at Qi Yan silently, the faint fragrance flowed from her nose into her lungs, enveloping her layer upon layer.

She has never felt that the fragrance is so seductive.

"Huh?" Qi Yan unconsciously leaned forward, raised her eyebrows with deep eyes full of passion.

Lu Zhiqiao blushed inexplicably, and hurriedly avoided her eyes, looked down at the booklet, and reached out to take it: "What does this mean...?"

Seeing her like this, Qi Yan knew that enough was enough, took half a step back, and stopped joking. With a straight look, she said: "Niu Niu has grown up, it's time to teach her some things."

This person was thin-skinned, not sure whether she could accept a straightforward statement, so she kept it more subtle. Qi Yan herself doesn't care, she never thinks that menstruation is something to be ashamed of, let alone sex education is a scourge. In the past three years, she has seen many children suppressing shame and wanting to explore at school. She always felt sad and helpless.

Lu Zhiqiao immediately understood what she meant, and asked doubtfully, "How do you know? I also just got off work and saw Niuniu washing her underwear..." She paused in the middle of the sentence, and understood without explaining.

Today, her daughter had an exam at school, and she can guess that it was an emergency. She suddenly felt fortunate that Qi Yan was there in a place that she, as a mother, couldn't, and her heart was instantly warm and full of flavors.

"Thanks……"

"Hush." ​​Qi Yan raised her index finger and smiled softly, "Do you need me to do it for you?"

Lu Zhiqiao said awkwardly, "No need."

With the expected answer, Qi Yan was sensible and didn't force herself and nodded: "Okay, then I'm going back." After finishing speaking, she walked out and closed the door voluntarily, both polite and measured.

Feeling empty, Lu Zhiqiao stared at the door of her house for a while, then looked down at the manual, it was very thin, only about twenty pages, but the relevant knowledge was very comprehensive, and the second page was a diagram of the differences between male and female reproductive systems, although it was a cartoon, the form is also painted in a decent and realistic way.

She couldn't care less about the man's picture, but the woman's picture made her feel a little shy.

This day will come sooner or later, and since she is a mother, she cannot avoid it. She has the obligation and responsibility to teach her daughter, to talk about the serious topic openly. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, instead of hiding it and having misconceptions about it.

After making up her mind, Lu Zhiqiao put the booklet aside, looked up and saw her daughter was still struggling with the unclean panties, and walked over with amused but helpless tone: "Baby, don't wash it, put it here and wait for mom to wash it later."

"No, I'll wash it myself..." The little girl's face was red, her mouth was so pouted that it could hang on an oil bottle.

In the past two years, her daughter has become more and more shy. She avoids her when she changes clothes, and doesn’t let her wash her panties. At first, she didn’t pay attention, thinking that her neglect to accompany her, caused a psychological gap between her and the child. But today she realized that her daughter is about to enter the most important stage in her life, which was normal.

Lu Zhiqiao was quite emotional, her eyes melted with tenderness, she gently embraced her daughter's shoulders, and said, "If you can't wash it clean, throw it away, and mom will buy you a new one.

"Um, okay."

If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come.

….

There is still an English test tomorrow, Lu Zhiqiao asked her daughter to recite vocabulary to review, cleaned up the balcony, took the booklet into the kitchen, and read it while cooking.

After dinner, the mother and daughter sat on the sofa. Lu Zhiqiao was thinking about how to speak, but unexpectedly, her daughter told her first, fumbling and shy, her head almost buried in the crack of the sofa. She only had a few popular science words, and her daughter whispered: "Mom, I know everything. They have them every month. Girls in our class have them too, which means that they can have babies."

"..."

"It's so troublesome to be a girl, the pad thing is uncomfortable too, ugh."

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her daughter dumbfounded, thinking that these things spread among classmates, and it is extremely easy to be misinformed. She was terrified, so she straightened her expression and patiently told her about the relationship between men and women. Different physiological structures, principles of menstruation, precautions, etc.

Her mouth was dry and finally drank some water to catch her breath and continued talking.

"Girl, mom can't be by your side anytime, anywhere, so you must learn to protect yourself. You can play with boys at school, but you can't have physical contact. If a boy touches you with his hand or any body part forcibly, You just kick him in this position, understand?"

She gestured at the crotch.

Not only did she mention how to treat the opposite sex, but also the same sex. She has taught her daughter since she was a child that if she is bullied at school, she should fight back, and if she hurts or injures someone, mom will compensate, but she must not become a punching bag.

The little girl nodded with a serious expression.

In fact, she knows a little bit about these things. The female students in the class know more than she does. Going to junior high school is like opening the door to a new world. Although she is curious, she still listens to her mother.

When she was very young, she knew that her mother was the most important person in the world and her only family.

"Mom..." Lu Wei suddenly rushed over to hug her, "I will be obedient."

Don't dislike me.

She didn't say the second half of the sentence, but expressed it with actions, two thin arms tightly wrapped around her neck coquettishly refusing to let go.

After resting for a while, Lu Zhiqiao decided to go out and buy sanitary products for her daughter. Before that, she brought the thin booklet and knocked on the door of 902. This time it was very slow. She knocked several times, thinking that there was no one in the room, and was about to turn around when the door opened slowly.

The room was very dark, and only a warm yellow wall lamp was turned on. Qi Yan's hair was loose, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, and her expression was a little sullen. When she saw her standing outside, her lashes fluttered and eyes bloomed with restrained joy.

Until her eyes landed on Lu Zhiqiao's hand, her face dimmed suddenly, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Teaching is over?" 

The fragrance was stronger than before, and the more she smelled it, the colder she felt, extremely cold to the bone. Artemis has always been like this, no matter how much you spray, no matter how strong the fragrance is, it will not choke your nose and make people lose their sense of smell, but will gradually submerge people, refreshing your heart and spleen unconsciously.

Lu Zhiqiao looked at her quietly, paused when handing the book, retracted her hand, hummed softly, swallowed the last sentence "I'll return the book", pondered for a moment and said: "I have something to tell you."

Those eyes that were as bright as amber wine lit up again.

She took the initiative to enter the house, changed her shoes on her own, and sat on the sofa, as if she was at her own home. Qi Yan froze at the door for a while, closed the door, and sat down next to her: "What's the matter?" 

"I promised you to be your model last time, and I will go to shoot a film during the Chinese New Year..." In the dim light, Lu Zhiqiao's plain face was blurred, and even her voice was blurred and chaotic.

"Can you change the time?"

"Yes." Qi Yan's face froze slightly, smiled, "You are usually so busy, so you can spend more time with your daughter during the holidays. The photoshoot can be shot at any time." 

Originally, she was ready for Qi Yan not to give up an inch, thinking that it would take a lot of talking-to, but the other party agreed so readily, Lu Zhiqiao felt guilty for a moment, and opened her mouth: "Qi Yan——"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry."

Qi Yan knew that the vacation together was a lost cause. Although she didn't have much hope, she was still a little disappointed. Hearing what Lu Zhiqiao said, she joked, "Then how do you plan to compensate me?"

"..."

Lu Zhiqiao was thinking wrongly.

Compensate?

She always thought of that night, even though it has been a long time, she still remembers every detail clearly. Heat welled up on her cheeks. She lowered her gaze on the slippers, and remained silent.

The lights are dim, and the hazy shadows evoke reverie.

Qi Yan couldn't bear to embarrass her, so she smiled and changed the subject: "Have you bought sanitary napkins for Niu Niu? I brought a few for her in an emergency today. At first, girls may not be used to them, I don't often use them myself. I use tampons more..."

"I'm about to go." Lu Zhiqiao walked down the steps and put the booklet in her hand on the coffee table, "This is very useful, did you buy it?

"The school sent it out last term, Niu Niu should receive it next semester."

"Have you taught students for a term already?"

Qi Yan nodded and smiled, "It seems that I don't look my age."

Lu Zhiqiao also laughed, the mole at the corner of her eye was on under the dim light and shadow, it became more and more touching and pitiful.

"Let's go, let's go to the mall together."

"?"

Qi Yan stood up, stretched her waist, her long black hair was scattered on her waist, she raised her hand to stroke it, picked up her bag and went to the door to put on her shoes, then turned her head and smiled: "I just want to stock up on some daily necessities, You don't mind me squeezing into your car, do you?"

Of course she doesn't mind.

It was the first time for Qi Yan to ride in Lu Zhiqiao's car, and the moment she got in, she took a good look at it. It was very clean and neat, with a light fragrance of grass and trees. There was a string of safety symbols hanging on the central rearview mirror, and a mini photo frame was placed in front of the windshield. It is a photo of the mother and daughter. Apart from that, there are no decorations.

In comparison, Qi Yan's own car is simply gaudy.

It is said that the car follows the owner.

"Has anyone ever sat in your passenger's seat?" Qi Yan asked casually while waiting for the red light.

"Niu Niu."

"Who else?"

Lu Zhiqiao paused, then turned to look at her: "You."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Qi Yan raised her chin, "The light is green."

" ..."

As the Chinese New Year Festival approaches, large shopping malls are decorated with festive decorations, and all kinds of New Year’s goods are dazzling. Andy Lau’s "Gong Xi Fa Cai" was also played on the radio. At this time, there is such a hint of warmth in the busy and fast-paced big cities.

Perhaps, because it was Monday, there were not many people in the mall, Qi Yan pushed the shopping cart and walked side by side with Lu Zhiqiao, at a leisurely pace. She doesn't usually like to go shopping in this kind of department store, and the things on the shelves don't attract her much. She buys all the daily necessities at home, online, and flies abroad two or three times a year to buy the others, which is completely enough.

She just needed an excuse.

Lu Zhiqiao also seemed to be uninterested, so she only took a few snacks that her daughter liked, and then went straight to the women supplies section.

There are so many brands and types, she was confused for a while and didn't know how to choose. She is used to a certain brand, but she is not sure about her daughter.

"In winter, you can use pure cotton, which is more comfortable and not stuffy. The surface of the net is suitable for people, and some people with sensitive skin will feel sticky..." Qi Yan muttered softly, and reached out to take a few packs for Lu Zhiqiao, and compared them carefully. After a while, they summed up the best option.

"Let the child get used to it the first few times. Don't buy too thick ones. You can buy more ultra-thin ones. Just change them frequently. When she gets older, she can try tampons."

"There are also for nighttime uses. Niu Niu sleeps quite well, but it's hard not to turn over all the time. Why don't you just buy her these sanitary panties so she can turn around casually?"

She has a familiar expression, focused, careful, and thoughtful. One by one, she speaks logically, as if she is choosing for her daughter, as if she is a mother, while the real mother, Lu Zhiqiao is watching in a daze, unable to intervene at all.

After buying sanitary napkins, the two went to look for brassiers.

"Have you measured Niu Niu's girth?" Qi Yan asked, then changed her mind and said, "It's useless to measure, it's all right when you're just growing up, just look at the fabric, it needs to be pure cotton."

"..."

Lu Zhiqiao glanced in front of her, then looked down at herself, her face became hot, her heart beat a little faster, and she couldn't help but secretly takes a deep breath.

"You can't buy straps that wrap around the neck. Some little boys are wicked, during summer, they always do pranks and pull girls' straps. We have to avoid this kind of situation with Niu Niu." Qi Yan said to herself, holding two or three hangers in her hand, showing them to Lu Zhiqiao.

"Which one would Niu Niu prefer?"

Lu Zhiqiao came back to her senses, raised her hand unconsciously to stroke her broken hair, pointed to the pink one on the right, and said, "Buy the a75."

"Okay."

Qi Yan looked at it a few times again, and curled her mouth: "I think they all look good, ah, let's buy them all." After speaking, she took seven or eight pieces in one breath and put them in the shopping cart, "I'm giving them to Niu Niu. It's a gift."

They are like an old couple who have been married for many years, picking out clothes for their daughter together.

"No—"

Lu Zhiqiao was about to refuse, but Qi Yan already pushed the shopping cart away.

"..."

In the end, Qi Yan settled the bill, and she forced the card into the cashier's hand without giving Lu Zhiqiao the slightest chance. After paying the bill, she carried two bags and walked ahead, her pace was quick, all the way to the parking lot first, Lu Zhiqiao couldn't catch up behind, so she had to swallow the words that came to her mouth.

The night was dark and silent, and there was a full moon hanging in the dark sky, and the silver brilliance was bright and dazzling.

No one spoke on the road, Qi Yan was looking at her mobile phone, Lu Zhiqiao turned to look at her several times, wanted to speak, but felt that it was useless. She felt mixed emotions in her heart, besides feeling sorry, the scene where Qi Yan analysed the products repeatedly in her mind, a little sour and warm.

Back in the complex, the two took the elevator upstairs.

The small and closed space was filled with the familiar cold fragrance. Only then did Lu Zhiqiao realize that the perfume she used exuded a different scent from Qi Yan. It was a scent unique to the woman and could not be copied.

On the ninth floor, Qi Yan went out first.

"Rest early, good night." She smiled and handed over the bag in her hand, then turned and walked to 902.

"Qi Yan—"

Lu Zhiqiao called her softly.

The woman paused, her back froze for a moment, but she didn't look back.

"Do you like Artemis too?"

"Hmm."

"Why?"

The answer may be because it smells good, or may be because she took a sudden liking to it, or may even be because she was unconsciously influenced by her, and followed the trend. Lu Zhiqiao guessed like this, knowing that the question was meaningless, and she didn't know what she was prying.

"Because..."

Qi Yan tilted her head, her black and soft long hair flicked slightly, revealing half of her face, her voice was low and deep: "I want to keep your scent."
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