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

On the noisy and old streets of the village in the city, pedestrians come and go, with different clothes and different expressions on their faces, moving towards their respective destinations at different speeds.

Occasionally, a young guy walked in a hurry and knocked someone down when passing by. He apologized repeatedly, helped the person up neatly, and hurried away after making sure that nothing happened.

Not far away is the crossroads, vehicles are coming in an endless stream, horns are continuously sounding, and the sultry air is filled with the hustle and bustle of people.

Everything is like a rushing river, never standing still.

Yan Yao was not affected at all, as if she couldn't hear or see it.

With his head down, he stood quietly in front of the tall Qi Yue. He was only as tall as Qi Yue's chest. He looked several sizes smaller than Qi Yue, without any strength or advantage.

But he only had dark peach blossom eyes hanging down, and his slender fingers held Qi Yue's rough knuckles, like a child touching an adult, his cool fingertips pressed against the hot one, slowly pulling the callused one The big hand groped inch by inch, turned it over and over again, and looked at it several times.

Qi Yue's hands are big, like Yan Yao's, with slender finger bones and beautiful lines, but much stronger and thicker than a child's. It's so big that Yan Yao puts both of her hands in, and Qi Yue can hold them in the palm of her hand.

The hand that belonged to his father was Yan Qingcheng's unique hand in Yan Yao's memory.

After touching slowly, he closed his fingers, and then gently and carefully held Qi Yue's index finger with the palm of his hand, feeling the joints that were completely different from his own and full of strength.

Looking at it from Qi Yue's perspective, he could only see the child's two round hairs.

The encircled fingers cling to the child's soft and delicate palm, which is warm and soft like cream, which will melt away at any moment.

Then, the child's fingers moved suddenly, and he clenched Qi Yue's tightly, and said softly:

"I forgive Dad."

After a pause, he spoke slowly again: "Forgive me too."

These words were clearly meant for Yan Yao's father, but for some reason, at that moment, the unprecedented sourness and stagnation was like fine and sharp silk threads, wrapping around Qi Yue's suddenly empty heart, silently bound, stretching endlessly Absolutely.

The sharp pain seemed to be transformed into dripping blood, dripping down from the empty heart.

In the end, there was a slap, but it didn't sound like thick blood anymore. Instead, it sounded like the tears of a young Yan Yao who once hid in the quilt and slipped silently.

Qi Yue stood there in a daze, strange images kept flashing in his mind.

He didn't speak for a long time, but he already subconsciously held the soft hand of the child in his hand, pinching it tightly in the palm of his hand.

But dare not really use force.

After a long time, the unfamiliar picture in his mind stopped completely, and was once again covered in dust. Then he bent down slowly, stretched out his empty hand, and very carefully took the child in front of him into his arms, and pressed it to his chest. Then, the voice spoke hoarsely:

"I don't know why, but I just suddenly saw a... child, about three or four years old, sitting in a small wheelchair. I thought I let the servant throw his schoolbag in the small garden because he lost his temper. go to school.

I feel that my education method is correct, and I feel that he will stop being mischievous if he knows that the matter is serious.

However, when the servant carried him upstairs, I realized that he was only four years old, not my childhood, so I shouldn't be so strict.Weird, right? "

Qi Yue seemed to be dazed, and said in a very low voice:

"I think that child must be very sad. He is my only son, just like myself, so I have the strictest requirements on him. He doesn't show any sympathy, does things arbitrarily, and doesn't even apologize, but he keeps crying. Didn't cry. He must be very disappointed in his father."

At the end of the picture, the four-year-old cub sits on the bed in his father's room, draped in a small quilt, and quietly wipes his tears with his head down.But I stood outside the door all the time, looking at the sad child quietly, with blood marks on my palm, and I couldn't feel the pain.

This feeling is actually absurd. Intellectually, Qi Yue knows that at his own age, he can't be the father of any child, and it's impossible for him to know the specific situation of Yan Yao's family when he was a child, let alone know the child's condition accurately. what is father thinking...

But at that moment, Qi Yue had an extremely crazy idea in his mind.

In the screen, he clearly appeared as Yan Yao's father.

This guess had no scientific basis, and it didn't seem like Qi Yue would make it at all, but he hoped that it was true like never before.

Because only if it is true, the small scar in the heart of the four-year-old child in memory can be healed by his father's apology and love.

Qi Yue closed his eyes slowly, and after a while, he opened them again. His eyes had regained his composure, and he whispered, "I'm sorry, did I scare you just now?"

Yan Yao's cheek was pressed against the familiar chest, and he could feel the violent ups and downs of Qi Yue's chest. He shook his head, came out of the other party's arms, looked up at Qi Yue, and asked seriously:

"Why did you... see the medicine from when you were a child?"

Qi Yue paused, and said after deliberation: "When you were talking, I suddenly saw it, just like it happened before."

He bent down and looked at Yan Yao, held the child's shoulders, and asked cautiously: "Yan Yao...Yao Yao, do you know something? Can you tell me?"

"Strange secret, do you also accept it?" Yan Yao said word by word, her round eyes were full of pure doubt, even a little mischievous.

He was very sad at first, but because of Qi Yue's words and his quietly changed attitude, Yan Yao suddenly felt happy, and he looked a little more lively than before.

Children don't hold grudges. Adults make mistakes, but if they are willing to apologize and communicate well, they will not really remember them.

In fact, what Yan Yao lacked most all the time was Yan Qingcheng's explanation and reassurance.

However, Yan Qingcheng was indifferent and restrained, his emotions and anger were not visible, even if he regretted it in his heart, he would not give in and say warm words to his son, but would only choose to make up for it in a silent way, to protect his son.

But many misunderstandings cannot be eliminated by silent compensation.

The only time in his previous life that he said "Daddy loves you" was when Yan Qingcheng was about to die, which meant that Yan Yao's knot in his heart would never be resolved.

Because of this family legacy, Yan Yao's mother had scolded his father countless times, although it couldn't change anything.

But Qi Yue or Fang Li are different, whether as Qi Yue or Fang Li, they are both 18-year-old Yan Qingcheng.

At this point in time, Yan Qingcheng hadn't been suppressed by the Qi family or intrigued by the business world, hadn't betrayed him, and hadn't fallen into a situation of isolation and helplessness, so his heart was still soft.

He will regret it, feel sorry for his son, apologize actively, and discuss with his son, but he has not become the reticent, indifferent, dictatorial Yan family ruler six years later.

Hearing the child's rhetorical question, Qi Yue faintly dissipated the mist covering his heart. He straightened up, took Yan Yao's hand, and put him on his back again, saying in a hoarse voice: "I will accept any secret." .”

Yan Yao poked her head out and looked at Qi Yue's expression carefully. He reached out and gently touched his father's tense side face, as if sensing the other party's emotions, and then whispered:

"Yaoyao won't tell you. Yaoyao wants you to remember."

Qi Yue was only silent for three seconds before agreeing and saying, "Okay."

A child does not hold grudges, he can forgive his father when he receives an apology.

But the father's apology was too late, and now Yan Yao's love is not enough.

If he could, he wished his dad would remember everything.

In this way, whether it is the 18-year-old Yan Qingcheng or the 37-year-old Yan Qingcheng in the future, he will be his complete father.

The author has something to say: The father and son solved the first misunderstanding.Send 20 small red packets~

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