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

On the first day of school, I found out that the school grass looks exactly like my father, what should I do?

This touches on the knowledge blind spot of Yan Yao.

A child without a father as a backer is a cabbage, so the terrified cabbage Yan Yao returned to the classroom in a daze, her delicate face was pale, and she sat in her chair without moving for a long time.

For a moment, he felt that he couldn't remember anything, only the image of his father in his previous life before he died of illness was left in his mind.

Yan Qingcheng's death was actually an accident. A man who had been healthy all his life and had never had a serious illness never thought that he would be infected with an unknown virus one day.

The disease was so severe that even with the best medical conditions and the healthiest body, the man could not survive two months.

In the last half month, Yan Yao saw his father coughing up blood in the ward every day, his throat was so blocked that he couldn't speak.

He wanted to save his father, but there was nothing he could do.

However, Yan Qingcheng, who had dominated the shopping mall all his life and was always calm and calm, was most worried about his own death before his death, and no one would be able to take good care of his sickly son.

He was afraid that Yan Yao would not be able to keep his family property and be bullied by others, that Yan Yao would not be able to live alone, and that his 16-year-old son who was spoiled by him... had no mother to love him since he was a child. Suffering from mild autism and not being close to others, she will be alone for the rest of her life without anyone to protect her.

Even though Yan Qingcheng had already arranged the funeral, he was still worried.

On the day Yan Qingcheng died of illness, it was also raining outside, pattering, beating on the window of the ward, like tears.

The man who was exhausted, actually forced himself to sit up.

Yan Yao was sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped in protective clothing all over her body, and was carefully embraced by her father, who gently patted her back and patted her head.

Obviously he wanted to say a lot, but he just hugged the chest in front of him and said in a low voice: "Dad has become thinner, a lot thinner."

Yan Qingcheng was only 37 years old, and he was in the middle of his life. He used to be full of tendons, but now he looked empty, as if only the skeleton remained.

Yan Yao thought that Yan Qingcheng would not say anything.After all, his father has always been a very introverted and restrained man. Even if he spoils him and responds to his requests, he seldom speaks warm words.

But that day, the man patted him on the back, and said slowly in a very hoarse and nice voice: "Yaoyao just lost weight, but within two months, all the flesh he had grown on his body has disappeared."

Yan Yao shook her head, didn't speak, but stretched her arms hard to hug her skinny father who was just like him.

However, even if he didn't speak, Yan Qingcheng still coaxed him in a low voice, explaining many things step by step.

"Although the current virus does not have the ability to be transmitted from person to person, Dad can't let you take risks, and he doesn't want to harm others. When Dad goes, the medical team led by Professor Zhong will be responsible for handling my body and ensure that this virus is completely eliminated. Viruses, medicines must not make trouble."

"The company's affairs are all arranged, and lawyer Bai will help you deal with it. Don't worry."

"Your mother will come to pick you up. If you are afraid of her, live with grandpa."

……

All last words... are sane and calm.

But Yan Qingcheng's last sentence was: "Dad, the only thing he can't worry about in his life is you. Yaoyao, son, Dad loves you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Qingcheng was completely silent.

Yan Yao didn't say the words stuck in her throat.

He has been leaning on his father's arms, sitting withered in the ward for a long time, and when his grandfather came to take him away, he could no longer speak.

Even after being cured, Yan Yao's speech has always been different from ordinary people, she speaks slowly, and sometimes even loses her voice for a short time.

It has been a long time since Yan Yao recalled the whole process of his father's death in such a complete way. In the following year, his memory has been intermittent, because of his poor health, he seldom wakes up, and never cries in front of others. The first time I had a dream, when I woke up and touched it, tears were all over my face.

But the appearance of Qi Yue today made the scene in memory clearly appear in Yan Yao's mind again, and the whole person is not very well.

He was very thin and had an astonishingly beautiful face. At this moment, he lowered his head and stared blankly at his fingertips. His slender neck was exposed, forming a delicate and fragile arc.

The classmates nearby looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, but it was obviously not just because of his appearance.

Yao Manman, a study committee member across the aisle, stared at him for a long time before whispering softly to his deskmate: "He looks sad... I don't know what happened, do you want to ask?"

Yao Manman's deskmate is Wu Zheng, the squad leader. He also paid attention to Yan Yao for a long time. Hearing this, he pushed his glasses, shook his head, and said:

"The head teacher just emphasized today not to disturb the transfer student, especially when he is in a daze. He is not in good health, and he is prone to accidents when he is frightened. I suspect it is a heart attack or something."

"But what if he is sad because he is uncomfortable?" Yao Manman pinched Wu Zheng a few times anxiously, "Didn't you see that his face is as white as paper? His face is as big as a palm, and there is no blood at all. How miserable he is."

"Hiss!" Wu Zheng grinned at the twist, and cast a helpless look at his "maternal" deskmate. He had no choice but to explain:

"I'm not saying leave him alone, what I mean is, we have to go to the teacher and tell the teacher that his condition doesn't look right, what should we do to frighten him by asking rashly? You watch here, don't let the thorns in the class Bully him."

"Yeah!" Yao Manman suddenly realized, nodded quickly, and watched Wu Zheng leave.

Of course, the two of them were worried for a reason. After all, there were many people in the classroom who had the same thoughts as them, and they were all quietly paying attention to Yan Yao, who was obviously not right.

The strange thing is that everyone tacitly didn't bother Yan Yao, as if they thought that such a good-looking but dumb-faced young man should also be cold-tempered and not like to socialize.Nobody thinks about autism.

Unfortunately, there are always people who have different ideas, such as Qi Yue who just came back from outside.

Yan Yao's facial features follow his mother's in some details, peach blossom eyes, cold white skin, slightly raised thin lips, everything is exquisite, coupled with extremely black eyes, the strong color contrast is easy to surprise people Feel.

But his facial features are completely replicas of Yan Qingcheng, with the same high nose and deep eyes, but his face is a size smaller.

This kind of inheritance leads to a result. When father and son stand together, no one will feel that they are not from the same family.

... Even Qi Yue who is currently homeless and theoretically has no living relatives.

So, when Yan Yao was slumped in the chair, feeling a little lost and sad because of thinking of his father, she was suddenly picked up by the collar of her school uniform jacket and lifted up easily.

That's not counting, after the other party picked him up and put him away, he casually stretched out his hand and pinched his chin very simply.

In the next second, the rough fingertips with vigorous heat were pressed against his cheeks on both sides, and he lifted his face forcefully, and after getting closer, he looked up, down, left, and right for a while.

A few seconds later, as if confirming something, the person who came came let go of his hand calmly, leaned close to him, and asked in a hoarse voice: "You are not feeling well? Do you want to take you to the school infirmary?"

Class [-] students who witnessed the whole process:? ? ?Qi Yue, are you okay?Carrying sick classmates around like dolls, beasts!

Yan Yao was also taken aback, her jet-black peach blossom eyes didn't even blink, she looked a little cute at first glance.

He tried his best to slow down, raised his head quietly, and glanced at Qi Yue standing in front of him.

When their eyes met, Yan Yao almost returned to her previous life, thinking it was his father looking at him, her breathing became short of breath for a moment, she felt her whole back was warm, and her forehead began to sweat uncontrollably .

The small Adam's apple slid a few times without any trace, and the thin lips also moved tentatively, but no sound came out.

...he lost his voice again.Realizing this, Yan Yao lowered her eyes to avoid the eyes of other students.

He didn't want to be discovered by others.

Seeing him like this, the other students were even more convinced that he was terribly frightened.

Soon a boy said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, Qi Yue, don't scare classmate Yan, he..."

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end, and the boy was silently glanced at by Qi Yue who turned his head, as if he was being strangled by the neck, he stopped talking.

The school grass Qi Yue has a fierce reputation, so no one in the school does not fear him.Although Qi Yue never beat anyone in the school, he couldn't stop him from hitting people outside the school.

Qi Yue once met three gangsters who liked to blackmail and bully elementary school students.Then, each of the three gangsters lost an arm and a leg, and since then they have changed their minds and strived to become three good students. Now they are all preparing to take the college entrance examination.

With such a force value against the sky, coupled with an unruly and unreasonable character, it is impossible not to be misunderstood.

What's more, Yan Yao looks so thin and beautiful, but also frail and sickly, no matter how you look at it, she is easy to bully.

Fortunately, at this time, the monitor came back with the head teacher.

Fu Yun is the math teacher and head teacher of the second class.He is also one of the secret keepers who knows the origin of Yan Yao.

Seeing that Yan Yao's face was pale and her forehead was covered with sweat, Fu Yun quickly walked over and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched Yan Yao's forehead, only to feel it was cold, he couldn't help frowning, took out a tissue and wiped the sweat from Yan Yao's forehead.

Yan Yao was used to being taken care of by others, and he didn't resist. Looking at the kind teacher in charge, he took a deep breath and tried to make a sound, but he still couldn't make a single syllable.

He didn't want the teacher to worry, but he really didn't want Professor Zhong and the others to find out that he had such a problem. He shook his head in silence for a while, and pressed his thin lips tightly.

Fu Yun was even more worried, and was about to take Yan Yao back to the research institute immediately, but someone moved faster than him.

Yan Yao felt her eyes flashed, and her sight was firmly blocked by someone.

He was pushed back into the chair by Qi Yue, and the other party seemed to have used skillfully to not make him feel any discomfort.

Afterwards, the water glass on the table was also taken away by the other party and opened, and he sniffed it carefully.

Before Yan Yao could react, the cup was pushed to his lips, and the bitter breath of Chinese herbal medicine came to his face.

Qi Yue's dark eyes stared right at him, but his voice slowed down, and he whispered in a hoarse voice: "If you want to get better, be obedient and drink the medicine."

The tone and voice were so familiar that Yan Yao's fingertips trembled on the side.

What lingered on the tip of his nose was the smell of medicine that he didn't like. Yan Yao looked down at the cup, paused, and then looked up at the other party.

At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly opened his mouth and said a word silently, with a vague look of anticipation in his eyes.

Those eyes are like the twilight of the morning sun, but they are only about to fall, and they seem to be extinguished at any time.

Seeing this, Qi Yue frowned, but reached into the pocket of his school uniform jacket with one hand, took out an orange-flavored fruit candy, put it on the desk, looked at Yan Yao again, and said, "Drink it!" Here you go."

Yan Yao stared blankly listening to the words she had heard countless times, subconsciously stretched out her hand and squeezed the candy tightly in her palm, then lowered her head cooperatively, followed Qi Yue's movements, and drank the Chinese medicine one mouthful at a time.

Fu Yun and the others all showed astonished expressions on their faces, after all, Qi Yue was not someone who would take care of his classmates.

However, everyone's eyes scanned the two very similar faces of Yan Yao and Qi Yue back and forth for a few times, and they seemed to understand something, and a clear expression gradually appeared on their faces.

Yao Manman casually tugged at Wu Zheng's sleeve, pouted her lips, and said, "These two are brothers, aren't they? The kind who love each other for many years? The younger brother was pampered and raised, and the older brother lived outside..."

"Pfft!" The nearby Chinese class representative heard this with sharp ears, spit out a mouthful of water, but gave Yao Manman a thumbs up.

This explanation is logical.

The other girls laughed when they heard the words, watching the interaction between Yan Yao and Qi Yue, their eyes met with tacit understanding.

On the other hand, Fu Yun glanced at Qi Yue's face thoughtfully, then looked at Yan Yao, thinking of the special origin of Yan Yao, he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart.

But he is a teacher after all, and at this moment he just glanced at the two students with relief, then turned around and waved his hands, driving the surrounding students back to their seats, and said sternly: "There are still 5 minutes to class, all of you are stunned!" What is this for?"

When the students' attention was dispersed, he looked back at Yan Yao. Seeing that the child was sitting and drinking the medicine obediently, except that his face turned pale and he was not shaking anymore, he was relieved, and smiled and said: " Yan Yao, if you feel unwell, you must ask the monitor to come to the teacher, understand?"

Yan Yao drank the last sip of the traditional Chinese medicine, nodded seriously, and waited for the class teacher to walk away with his hands behind his back, before he opened his palms and prepared to peel the candy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his hand, Qi Yue, who was watching covetously, snatched the sugar back, and calmly passed him with his long legs, and sat on the seat inside.

Yan Yao watched helplessly as the other party peeled off the paper three times, five times and two times, a perfect parabola, and successfully threw the candy into her mouth, and it shattered with a bang...

Then, he also cracked.

Maybe, probably, maybe... This is not his own father. In the past, not only would his father not rob him of candies, but he would also help him peel off the paper, and he would even give him a can if he didn't have enough candies. Ever had such a thing?

Sure enough, children without fathers are Chinese cabbages.

When Bai Cai himself thought of this, sadness came from it, he picked up his schoolbag silently with a wooden face, and left, even his back was full of anger as he walked away.

He, the future cabbage Miao Miao of the motherland, and now the giant panda in the hearts of professors, has to change classes and leave this plastic fake father.

The author has something to say: Regarding Dad's illness, the setting is a virus introduced by a black hole, an enhanced version of gastric cancer + leukemia, and it is related to medicine and medicine time travel.

This is a sand sculpture of family affection [Confirmation].