She silently put the ticket into her pocket, pretended to be nonchalant, turned around and left.
Li Muhai looked at her back and sighed helplessly.
One day passed quickly.
Because it was Friday, Lu Zixun deliberately left work early and wanted to go back and spend more time with his two children.
At nearly six o'clock in the evening, he returned home.
As soon as I arrived in the yard of the old house, I heard the excited voice of my daughter Lu Xinyi.
"I'm not lying! Teacher Meng really looks exactly like my mother. If you don't believe me, ask your aunt."
Lu Xinrui's voice soon came out: "Even if she looks similar, she is not our mother."
"Even if she is not my mother, I still like her. She praised me several times during class today!" Lu Xinyi's voice was still very excited.
Lu Zixun opened the door and walked in.
Lu Xinyi ran over excitedly when she saw her father: "Dad, dad, we have a new Chinese teacher today, she is mom."
Lu Xinheng laughed at the side: "Xinyi, she just looks like your mother, not your mother."
Lu Xinyou stood next to his brother and continued: "Yes, your mother is dead and will not come back. Teacher Meng just looks like your mother!"
Tong Yan Wuji, Lu Xinyi's little face immediately fell down, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Lu Xinheng raised his hand and patted his brother on the head: "Shut up, don't talk if you don't know how to speak!"
Lu Xinyou covered his head in grievance: "Brother, you just said that, why didn't you let me speak? I told dad that you hit me again!"
"Go, go! A man, you will complain about the smallest thing. I despise you!" Lu Xinheng glared at his younger brother.
Bai Yizhi quickly pulled his two sons away: "Okay, you two should stop talking! Be careful that your dad comes back and beats you up."
"It depends on whether the old fox can catch up with me!" Lu Xinheng, who is now ten years old, does not take his father Lu Zili seriously at all.
Lu Xinyi was already crying: "My mother is not dead, she is not dead. You are not allowed to say that she is dead."
Gu Nuanci pulled her into his arms distressedly: "Okay, Xinyi, mom is not dead. You are right. Mom will definitely come back. How about we stop crying."
Her two sons saw their sister crying and quickly came over with tissues.
Lu Xinzhang stood on tiptoes and raised his little hand to wipe away Lu Xinyi's tears: "Sister, don't cry! Don't cry!"
Lu Xinzhen also said: "If you cry, you won't get drunk anymore!"
Lu Zizhong looked at his son with disgust: "She's beautiful, not beautiful. She's three years old and in kindergarten. Why are you still so unclear when speaking?"
Lu Xinzhen glanced at him, wrinkled her little nose, pouted her little mouth and came to Mo Xiaodie and stopped talking.
Mo Xiaodie took the opportunity to ask: "Xiao Ci, is what Xinyi said true? Their teacher really looks a lot like Xiang Zhu?"
"Well, I didn't meet their teacher. I just heard from Xinrui and the others." She had something to do in the afternoon and did not pick up the children from school.
Lu Xinyang, who had been silent, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it over: "Grandma, take a look for yourself!"
Lu Xinheng's eyes lit up and he leaned into his ear: "Lu Xinyang, you can do it. You actually brought your mobile phone to school. Aren't you afraid that your dad will know!"
"Tch! So what if you know? I didn't affect my studies." Lu Xinyang didn't take his father Lu Ziqian seriously either.
Lu Xinheng gave him a thumbs up: "You are awesome!"
Mo Xiaodie and the others did not care to discuss the matter of Lu Xinyang bringing his mobile phone to school at this time. Everyone was surprised when they saw the person in the photo.
"W-what's going on? How come she looks so similar to Xiangzhu?" Everyone was surprised and surprised.
Lu Zixun stepped forward, took the phone and took a look, frowning slightly: "It's her!"
"Lao San, do you know her?" Mo Xiaodie quickly asked her son.