The days when I lived with my 18-year-old schoolboy father

When Yan Yao saw his father Yan Qingcheng again, it was still raining.

At that time, he had just finished his physical education class. Because of his poor health, the teacher allowed him to sit on the edge of the playground to rest, so he sat alone for a class.

The sky was pattering with rain, and the principal Chen Mu had already received the order from his superiors. Knowing that Yan Yao had a special status and was weak, seeing the rain, he was afraid that he would get sick from the rain, so he came to pick him up after class.

"Is it cold? How about going back to the research institute in the afternoon?" Principal Chen looked at the pale Yan Yao, and noticed the young man's thin porcelain-white hand holding the medicine bottle sharply.

For a 17-year-old boy, this hand is a bit too thin, with dark blue blood vessels on the back of the hand, and slender joints, and the wrist hidden by the sleeve of the black school uniform has no flesh at all, and there is a stream of frost and snow as pure white.

His eyes slid over the slender knuckles, Chen Mu leaned a little towards Yan Yao with his umbrella in his hand, and asked again with a hint of worry in his eyes:

"Yan Yao, it's cold now, Professor Fang is still waiting for you to do the experiment, why don't you go back?"

Yan Yao heard the words, finally blinked slowly, regained consciousness, moved her thin lips, and said softly: "I've told you everything I know, Professor Fang will not be able to ask any more questions."

As soon as he spoke, Chen Mu's expression became complicated when he heard the soft, strange accent.

The background of the thin boy in front of him is indeed very special.

One year ago today, just in time for a solar eclipse, Professor Fang Li, an astronomer at the research institute, chose the Xuri High School in the capital for the observation site.As the principal, Chen Mu naturally had to cooperate throughout the process.

Who would have thought that when the solar eclipse was halfway through, a huge black vortex suddenly appeared in the midair.

The vortex was only more than 60 meters from the ground, and it stayed for only 27 minutes, but it was enough for everyone present to see clearly the scene where Yan Yao was spit out from the vortex very slowly.

Such a scene is really frightening. Fortunately, the school is located in the suburbs and it is summer vacation. There are only a few teachers left in the school, so it will not cause a large area of ​​panic among the students.

Professor Fang Li immediately reported to the research institute, and the senior management of the research institute cooperated with relevant departments to send people to rescue Yan Yaoan safely.

Afterwards, Yan Yao was taken to the research institute, and received treatment for more than half a year before waking up.

The higher-ups kept his identity secret and blocked the news long ago. All the researchers and school teachers who witnessed the vision at that time also signed a non-disclosure agreement.Therefore, Yan Yao was sent to Xuri High School to study this week. Except for the teachers, no one else knew his identity.

After all, the way Yan Yao appeared was too weird. The research institute is still trying to find out the reason for the vortex, and is full of desire to explore him.

With such a special background, the people above could not let him live alone, so they simply let him live in the research institute, and Professor Fang Li and his attending physician, Professor Zhong, took care of him temporarily.

Of course, as insiders, Chen Mu and the school's teachers must also take good care of him.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu hesitated for a moment.

After Yan Yao finished speaking, seeing the principal's silence, she had no choice but to try to express her thoughts: "I want to finish my afternoon class. Professor Zhong's assistant will pick me up after school."

After a pause, he added: "I don't feel sick today, so you don't have to worry."

He jumped out word by word like this slowly, his voice was soft and hoarse, and he looked at Chen Mu unblinkingly with a pair of pitch-black peach blossom eyes, with a very sincere appearance.

In a trance, the principal had the feeling that the boy in front of him was unconsciously acting like a spoiled child. He couldn't help but raised his hand and patted Yan Yao's shoulder lightly, saying, "It's a good thing that you are willing to go to school."

Feeling the thin and thin lines under his palm, Chen Mu's eyes softened a bit, as if he was looking after his son, he personally delivered Yan Yao to the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building, and then let go:

"If you feel uncomfortable in class, you should immediately find the teacher. Don't run around after school. Go to the school gate and wait."

Saying this, Chen Mu handed Yan Yao an umbrella and a new thermos cup, which contained the traditional Chinese medicine formulated by Professor Zhong.

"Okay." Yan Yao didn't notice the other party's change, nodded obediently, and took the things.

When the young principal walked away with an umbrella, he walked slowly towards the stairs under the curious eyes of other students.

Today is his first day of school.Professor Fang said that it is now 2000, but he remembers that the time he lived before his death was 2020, which means he went back to 20 years ago.

He was imprisoned in the research institute for a year, and those who knew him protected him like a rare animal. They were worried all day long that he would fall ill and feel uncomfortable, and when he slept at night, old men from other places came to visit him from time to time.

Those old men are all of high status, Yan Yao has seen them on the news.

Theoretically speaking, time is irreversible. Professor Zhong Lao and Professor Fang have always been afraid that he will not be able to hold on to death. They have no way to guarantee that his body will not "break down" in this era.Yan Yao knows this, so she has long been accustomed to other people's behavior of caring too much.

While thinking about it, she walked a few steps, Yan Yao was about to go upstairs, but suddenly heard a burst of public laughter, she couldn't help but stop, and glanced sideways at the playground outside.

It was the rainy season in early spring, and the ground was wet.

In the hazy rain and fog in the distance, several tall and thin figures gradually approached.

A few girls who were receiving hot water not far away seemed to have noticed them, and their expressions became visibly excited.

Originally they were talking about Yan Yao, who had just entered school with amazing looks, but now they all stopped the topic, blushed abnormally, then you pushed me and you pushed each other, and walked shyly to the edge of the corridor together, Looking forward.

"It's Qi Yue, didn't he drop out of school?"

"Maybe it's a rumor, isn't it that the old headmaster even got the name of Qi Yue? How could the old headmaster let him drop out of school?"

"E don't talk about this, I found... his face looks like the transfer student, oh, it's weird..."

"Huh? Really! It's like when you're not talking!"

……

Yan Yao saw them whispering together, and there were occasional uncontrollable exclamations and laughter.

When she heard the phrase "Yan Yao looks like him" for the third time, Yan Yao finally pursed her lips, turned around, and looked over carefully.

Only then did he see that those people were boys in the same school uniform as him.A black jacket with a stand-up collar, a white shirt inside, tight pants of the same color, and white sneakers.

A few people obviously just came back from physical education class together, with drinks in their hands and no umbrellas, walking here while talking and laughing in the rain.

The leader was unusually silent. He was very tall, almost 1.9 meters tall. He didn't have a schoolbag in his hand. Instead, he held a basketball with his fingertips.

The basketball was held up by the slender fingers and spun around, but miraculously it never fell off.

What the girls talked about basically revolved around the tallest boy.

Yan Yao looked at it for a few seconds, and always felt that this figure looked familiar, but this inexplicable familiarity made him a little uneasy.

After thinking about it, he still didn't leave, and stood waiting for someone to approach.

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers, all of them have broad shoulders and long legs. After a while, a group of them climbed the steps and walked into the corridor to avoid the rain.

The five of them obviously didn't intend to go back to the classroom directly, but instead stood on the edge of the corridor chatting, two of them even whistled a few times wantonly when they saw the group of blushing girls, and were punched in the stomach by the other two boys , Immediately howling and laughing and cursing.

"? What did you hit me for?"

"What a fart whistle, do you think you're a punk?"

"Pfft! It's not that I couldn't hold back...Qi Yue, at least you can be fair, I've been bored for a whole day..."

……

Yan Yao didn't care what they said specifically, just stared at the tall boy who had been silent for three seconds, turned around resolutely, and walked upstairs with a wooden face.

Maybe he didn't wake up today, otherwise why did he think that Qi Yue was so damn similar to his father Yan Qingcheng!

No, it's not similar, it should be exactly the same, with the same exotic high nose and deep eyes, 1.9 meters tall, expressionless and indifferent look, and those black eyes that look very calm, narrow and deep .

Except for no stubble on the chin and no wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, that is exactly how his father looked 20 years younger.

After taking two steps, Yan Yao couldn't help but wiped her eyes, and began to feel sad, this person was so much like his father...

You must know that he hasn't cried since he was ten years old, except that when his father was about to die of illness, he cried like a fool and was taught a lesson by his ear.

Yan Yao grew up soaked in medicine pots. Since she was a child, her legs have been paralyzed and she can't walk. She has been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time, and her heart feels calm when she sees a beautiful girl. Let alone inheriting a fortune of hundreds of billions, it is good to be alive.

Originally, his father was the richest man in Jiangcheng, so it would not be a problem to support him for the rest of his life, but when he was 16 years old, his father died of illness, leaving him alone, so everyone couldn't keep his business, and no one could take care of him , don't mention too many cabbages.

Now when he heard that the guy who looked like his father was called Qi Yue, obviously he didn't have the same surname, Yan Yao's heart was pierced directly, and her steps were a little messy.

The pretty child turned around and walked away with such a frightened look, but Qi Yue, who had been silent all this time, raised his head.

His intuition has always been keen, and he noticed it just now when the young man stared at him. He only felt that his eyes were burning and strange, but they were not filled with admiration and eagerness like the others. Instead, they looked extremely complicated and sad...

Although they only stared at each other for just two seconds, Qi Yue still noticed the boy's suddenly reddened eye sockets.

He kept staring at Yan Yao's back, and naturally saw Yan Yao's move to wipe her eyes, so he frowned for a moment.

Why does this sickly child look so familiar to Misty?As if... his long-lost...

younger brother.

Shocked by this terrifying thought, the indifferent and reticent school girl's eyes darkened for a moment, and she uttered a word in a low voice:

"Grass."

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