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

Yan Yao, the giant panda in the minds of all the research leaders in the research institute and school teachers, wants to change classes, of course there is nothing wrong with it.

In fact, in the eyes of the big bosses, as long as Yan Yao can survive in this era safely, without getting sick or dying, that is something they may not be able to ask for even if they pray to God, worship Buddha and burn high incense.

At this moment, Yan Yao's eyes were red with anger, and she walked out silently with her schoolbag on her back, even her white and greasy cheeks were flushed, she felt greatly wronged at first glance.

Yao Manman wanted to stop him intentionally, but was pushed back by Wu Zheng, wanting to scold him anxiously, and said angrily, "What are you doing? Qi Yue is too childish!"

She was close to Wu Zheng, so she naturally saw Qi Yue grabbing candy.

Wu Zheng looked at her helplessly, and said: "Yesterday you said that Qi Xiaocao is the best in the world, has high grades, a good face, a handsome face, a good figure, and is good at fighting. As a transfer student, say Qi Yue is childish, is this appropriate?"

Yao Manman choked for a moment, blushed for a moment, and said quickly and confidently: "Take care of sick classmates is what we should do, even if you are a school girl, you can't bully Yan Yao."

"Whoever bullied should apologize. It's okay for them to be absent from class. Does it make sense for you, a class leader, to follow?" Wu Zheng sighed, pointing his hand back as a gesture.

Yao Manman looked over suspiciously, but only saw Qi Gao's slender back, who was striding towards the outside of the classroom.

She was a little stunned for a moment, and after she regained her senses, she stopped thinking about chasing after her. She was no longer angry, and just complained:

"I really don't understand you guys. If you bully Yan Yao and cry and coax her back, can you pick up 100 million for nothing? What a joke!"

"..." When Wu Zheng heard this, he didn't dare to explain at all, and just immersed himself in the questions.

And Yan Yao, who they said was "crying after being bullied", walked angrily to the principal's office after leaving the door, her delicate face was clearly clean, not even a trace of tears.

His skin is whiter than others, and his skin is thinner. When he is excited, the circle around his eyes will turn red quickly, and sometimes his entire face will be as red as a ripe tomato.

But this does not mean that he will cry in front of outsiders.

However, to be angry is to be angry.

The principal's office is in another building.Yan Yao frowned all the way down the stairs, crossing the long school road full of cherry blossom trees.

He has a straight back, an overly beautiful face, and only walks sullenly. At first glance, his mobility has soared by 99 percent compared to usual. real persona.

And it's all because of a plastic daddy.

If the surname is not Yan, forget it.

Carrying him around can also be forgiven.

It's okay to kill him.

But if you don't know your own son and bully him, is this what people do?

The more Yan Yao thought about it, the angrier she became, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, until finally she walked like a whistling wind.

This appearance made the principal who had just come out of a nearby restaurant almost think that he had been beaten. Otherwise, if he rushed to the principal's office in such a hurry, wouldn't he be looking for himself?

Chen Mu originally wanted to stop Yan Yao directly, but he was accompanying the leader to inspect the school at the moment, so it was really inconvenient to make a sound, so he had to watch the boy go downhill and into the administration building.

Unexpectedly, just as he felt relieved, he saw another familiar figure following Yan Yao far behind, walking leisurely into the administrative building as well.

This is not so good.

Chen Mu frowned indistinctly, and decided to go back and have a look after finishing the work later.The current lifeblood of the research institute is just this one child, who is also prone to illness. If there is a good or bad thing, it is not a matter of whether it can be rescued or not.

But Yan Yao, who was being followed, didn't realize it. After all, he was in poor health. He walked to the administrative building and got tired. He simply stopped and decided to rest here for a while before going to file a complaint.

He turned his head and looked around, and saw a set of stone tables and chairs under the cherry tree beside the flower bed on the first floor of the administrative building, so he went over and sat down silently.

In my previous life, I sat in a wheelchair for more than ten years. In this life, I have been protected by the research institute very well. It has only been two months since I learned to walk, but I have someone to pick me up everywhere. Today, I suddenly walked so far by myself, Yan Yao felt a little uncomfortable. live.

With his head down, he grabbed his sleeves and wiped away the sweat. Regardless of his blushing forehead, he put down his hands and hugged the schoolbag into his arms.

At this time, the rain outside had stopped long ago, and the ground was wet everywhere, but the sky was still a little gray, and the sun could not be seen.

Yan Yao glanced sideways at the slowly moving dark clouds in the sky for a while, then looked away, her long eyelashes drooped down to cover her dark eyes, but her lonely look still showed uncontrollably.

He was aggressive at first, but now he was sweating and calmed down.

Seen from a distance, the young boy sat there with a large red mark on his white and tender forehead, looking a little pitiful.

Standing behind the cherry blossom tree, Qi Yue stared at the young man silently for a while, his cold eyes stopped on the red eye circles, he sneered for some reason, and looked away.

Cry-loving, silly brats.

However, after a while, the cold gaze that seemed to be extremely disdainful moved back involuntarily, and swept across the red forehead that had been rubbed with Yan Yao, unable to move his eyes away.

I don't know whose family raised such a kid who loves to play tricks, and he is so embarrassed after sweating, it's pitiful.

Qi Yue, an 18-year-old school girl with a calm expression, theoretically speaking, just out of the ranks of "cubs", stood quietly for a while, but still didn't persist, and walked towards Yanyao.

"What are you going to do when you're not in class?" A familiar low hoarse voice sounded above his head.

Yan Yao raised her head hesitantly, and when she saw that it was Qi Yue, she pursed her lips, turned her face sideways, and pretended not to hear.

Qi Yue looked him up and down, raised his hand to pinch the boy's chin, shook it lightly, and said threateningly: "I'm asking you, didn't I just eat a piece of candy, why are you running?"

What do you mean don't, just, eat, eat, have, eat, candy?Is that simple sugar?That is the paternal love that a qualified old father should have.

Yan Yao wanted to refute, but she couldn't make a sound after holding it in for a long time, so she could only slap the hands in front of her eyes away, and stared at the other party angrily, her peach blossom eyes widened.

That lively appearance seemed less delicate and pretty, but more childish and stubborn.

Qi Yue also looked at him with a cold face, thinking that he should be soft and hard, but when his cold eyes met the boy's round eyes, he was inexplicably discouraged, his Adam's apple moved a few times, and said dryly: "Just talk when you are angry, is it useful to stare at me?"

It's good that he didn't mention the words, but when he mentioned it, he hit Yan Yao's sad incident. The boy who was originally angry suddenly frowned aggrievedly, and his mouth was flattened as if he was about to cry.

finished.

The cub stopped playing his temper and decided to cry for his father.

For a moment, Qi Yue's face was so cold that ice shards fell off, his hands in his pockets were tightly clenched, and he felt his head was as big as a bucket.

But if he was allowed to leave like this, subconsciously, he was really reluctant, and there was always a feeling that he would regret it when he left.

Seeing that the little boy was really about to cry, Qi Yue was so angry that he had to take out the last orange-flavored toffee in his pocket, squatted down in front of Yan Yao, stretched out his hand, and said with a sulky face:

"I'll pay you one. Take it. How old are you still crying?"

How old does it matter if a son cries in front of his father?Even at the age of a hundred, he could cry in front of Yan Qingcheng.

Yan Yao retorted silently, but didn't answer.

The first time Qi Yue tried to please someone, he was rejected and almost died of anger.But from the first sight, Yan Yao was a fragile little brat in his eyes, no different from a child, so he really couldn't do anything.

Logically, they are only one year apart in age, and it is said that people of the same age are more suitable, and they should not have this strange mentality of treating each other as cubs, but sometimes... "father and son connecting hearts" is such a wonderful existence.

It's a pity that only 18-year-old Colonel Qi couldn't think of going to such a magical place, he just thought it was because Yan Yao looked so much like him, he looked like his younger brother.Even if he never had a younger brother.

After stalemate for a long time, Qi Yue silently wiped his face, stretched out his hand to take Yan Yao's slender hand, stuffed the candy in, then thought about it, and said as calmly as possible: "I'm to blame for this, I shouldn't bully you. You bear it I'm tired after a long time, don't cry."

Yan Yao did not cry, he always looked young in front of his father, all kinds of "spoiled silly son" classic operations, this kind of appearance of crying or not was a trick he often used when he was a child , it's just that his father takes this trick every time.

Although he was really wronged this time, he didn't want to shed tears to scare people.

But when Qi Yue really compromised, he stared blankly at the other party again, his dark and soft peach blossom eyes couldn't help... showing a sad look.

It seemed that no matter how old he was, when his father faced him, his reaction was exactly the same.

Facing such Yan Yao, Qi Yue was a little at a loss.Frowning and thinking for a while, he finally felt sorry and asked, "You still can't talk?"

When he was in the classroom before, Qi Yue keenly discovered the fact that Yan Yao couldn't make a sound.

Judging from the conversation between the homeroom teacher and Yan Yao, Yan Yao should be able to talk, so at that time the boy either didn't want to speak, or couldn't speak.After observing, Qi Yue felt that it was more like the latter, so he helped to cover it up, but he didn't expect that Yan Yao still couldn't make a sound.

"This is your first time? Can't talk?" Qi Yue asked.

Yan Yao shook her head slowly, then nodded again, the annoyance faded from her pitch-black peach eyes, she looked very well-behaved.

The kid doesn't lose his temper, Qi Xiaocao is also under pressure, so he had to say: "Take you to see a doctor?"

Yan Yao shook her head.He lowered his head and opened his schoolbag, took out his homework book, and wrote a few sentences.

[Temporary loss of voice will help you recover. 】

【Do not tell anyone. 】

"At what age did you hide your illness and avoid medical treatment?" Qi Yue glanced at the homework book, his face turned cold, and he began to scold others.

Yan Yao was not afraid of him at all, and wrote one stroke at a time: [You just said, how old are you and you still cry.So am I big or small? 】

"You still said: "If you treat the disease well, will it kill you? "

Yan Yao wrote a few words quietly, raised her hand to point at Qi Yue, and looked at him.

Qi Yue glanced at it.

[You are fierce to me. 】

【bully me. 】

"..." Qi Yue squeezed his eyebrows and felt that he was older than a year, but he still said coldly: "You are almost the same as me, why can't I be fierce? kid."

Upon hearing this, Yan Yao stopped writing and refused to talk to her 18-year-old father.

Seeing that he lost his temper again, Qi Yue was about to speak when the principal's voice came from behind him.

"Qi Yue, Yan Yao, you two students are not in class, what are you doing here?"

As soon as Yan Yao saw the principal, she stuffed the homework book into Qi Yue's arms, and stood up silently.

Chen Mu came in a hurry and didn't notice what they were doing. He just strode over and took a closer look at Yan Yao's face. Seeing that it was just a little pale and nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just Seeing you running this way, are you looking for me?"

Yan Yao hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He is soft-tempered and has mild autism. He usually doesn't like to talk in the research institute, so Chen Mu didn't find it strange, and he didn't ask Yan Yao to answer the questions.

But Yan Yao ran out before class, there could be no reason.

Chen Mu thought for a while, made a decision, and asked: "Since you have come out, you don't look very good, or let me take you back first?"

Yan Yao glanced at Qi Yue hesitantly. Just as he was struggling, Chen Mu took out a tissue to wipe the remaining sweat on his forehead just like Fu Yun, and said, "You're sweating. Say you went out for a stroll, came back sweaty, and had a fever at night. Don't force yourself today, go back first."

When the principal mentioned Professor Zhong, Yan Yao stopped refusing and nodded her head lightly.

Chen Mu was relieved now, looked at Qi Yue, and said: "Mr. Qi just called today to ask about your situation. Student Qi, go back to class. If you can, go back and have a look. If you don't go home, the school will not go home." You can't sit idly by. And... no matter how good your grades are, it's not a reason to be absent from class for no reason..."

Before the words finished, Chen Mu's sleeve was gently pulled.

He looked down and met Yan Yao's dark eyes.

Chen Mu immediately softened his expression, and he didn't know why, so he didn't say anything further, he just changed his words and said: "The college entrance examination is coming soon, the school teachers and the elders in the family are very worried about you, Qi Yue, don't let me down With your talent and your grades, there is no need to study for another year of high school."

Qi Yue still looked indifferent after listening, but he obviously still respected the principal, so out of politeness, he responded and said, "I see, thank you, Principal Chen."

Yan Yao saw that his words were wrong, but it was inconvenient to ask, so she was led away by Chen Mu.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated at some point, and the sunlight poured down from a distant high altitude, dazzlingly bright.

Qi Yue put his hands in his pockets, looked at the principal who held up an umbrella for Yan Yao in the sunlight with an unclear expression, looked at Yan Yao and looked back at himself, and watched Chen Mu open the car door for Yan Yao and send the boy into the car , caring... Finally, she silently turned her face cold, and straightened her thin lip line.

At this time, he was not as rebellious as before, with a jerky and restless youthful spirit.On the contrary, his whole person's aura settled down in an instant, calm and restrained, not like a student who has just grown up.

But Qi Yue was obviously used to such changes in himself, he just reached out his hand slowly and fastened the buttons of the open school uniform one by one, and in the end it was so neat and proper that he couldn't find the slightest mistake.

He spread out the homework book that had just been rolled up, calmly flipped through the immature handwriting that belonged to a strange boy, and then looked in the direction where Yan Yao left.

No matter how delicate and frail the body is, it will not be possible for all the teachers around him to take care of them like they are alone, let alone the dean of the research institute, Zhong Changsheng, who is known as a master surgeon.

Unless, that kid has special value, or, he is so sick that he may die at any time.

Not a good discovery.Qi Yue collected his homework, turned around and left the school.