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

The radishes that Yan Yao dug were full of mud, so it was inconvenient to take them home directly, so the professors brought two baskets.

"Professor Su, let's see which of these radishes is suitable for saving seeds?" A voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Suzhou Bei looked back and saw that a group of serious and serious experts were currently researching around Yan Yao's radish. They were so rare that they pressed the switch of the electric wheelchair and slid over to check it out.

When the other professors saw him coming, they gave him a seat.

Suzhou Bei glanced lazily over the radishes one by one, pointed at three of them, and said:

"Only these three are enough. They are tall and full, the color is correct, there are no forks and cracks, and it is suitable to cut into pieces for seeds. There are too many other leaves, which are not suitable."

Saying that, Suzhou Bei raised his eyes to look at Yan Yao on the opposite side of the conference table, and said again: "Little devil, you don't have a good eye for picking radishes, you just choose those with bright red leaves, what's the matter, you think the greener the better?"

Yan Yao was sitting on his father's lap with an ice towel to apply to his knees, and was suddenly scolded by the poisonous tongue, and she was a little dazed, and replied foolishly:

"There are many leaves, so the vitality of the radish is strong. Nothing else can grow so many leaves, which shows that it is working hard. I want to plant it and it will be easy to live."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The radish seeds need to have few leaves, and the leaves can't be eaten. Whether its taproots grow neatly and whether the skin is smooth is the most important thing. Do you eat radishes and leaves?"

Suzhou Bei was ruthless when it came to irony when it came to professional issues, but after all he remembered that Yan Yao was a child, so his tone was not too strong, but rather straightforward.

However, how could the little ancestor teach him such a good lesson?

After being read, Yan Yao pulled her fingers distressedly, blinked, and said, "Yao Yao thinks green leaves and red radishes are good, but I don't know anything else."

"It's normal for Yaoyao to think so. Many adults don't know how to choose radishes." Fang Li touched his son's head, and cast his sharp eyes on Suzhou North, the warning was clearly revealed.

Scold my son?Apologize.

"..." Suzhou Bei didn't mean to hit the children, but he took the planting issue a little more seriously. After receiving the warning, although he didn't take it seriously, but Yan Yao's depressed appearance was really pitiful, so he said:

"The cold wave has just passed in this season, and the temperature will rise after a while. I will take you to choose some early-maturing varieties and plant them. They will mature in about 90 days. I will take care of saving the seeds at that time. What radishes do you want to dig and bring back?" You can eat."

After listening to this passage in a daze, Yan Yao looked at the man in the wheelchair suspiciously, and asked in a low voice, "Professor, will you help Yao Yao grow radishes?"

"Well. The common sense of planting is not something you, a child, will know. It is only natural for me to help, so don't worry about planting badly."

Suzhou Bei subconsciously slowed down his voice, appearing a little gentler.

As if he was worried about really hitting Yan Yao, he added: "After a few times of learning, you will be able to master it, and it doesn't matter if you don't now."

"Cough cough cough!" As soon as the words came out, the tea in Nie Xing's mouth almost spewed out, and he waved his hands embarrassingly.

There is no way, it is really that Suzhou North's words behind are obviously contradictory to the previous stern attitude, and the meaning of retreat and coaxing is so obvious that Nie Xing can't hold back even if he wants to.

The rest of the professors who were not drinking tea also laughed tacitly for a while, thinking that Suzhou Bei is usually so stubborn, and he still raised his hands to surrender to the beauty medicine. Sure enough, the cubs make people full of fatherly love. It's them.

The adults secretly confront each other, but the children are unaware of it.

Feeling the comfort from Suzhou North at this moment, Yan Yao didn't hold grudges, and soon forgot the grievance just now, squinted her dark peach eyes and smiled happily, even shaking her legs.

"This is what the professor said, you have to help me grow radishes all the time. If you scold me later, you will be a puppy."

"Is it okay for me to teach you a lesson? Don't worry, I won't lie to you." Suzhou Bei Shi responded calmly, propping his chin with his pale hand, and staring at the child, as if studying some rare treasure.

Yan Yao met the man's gaze, and smiled sweetly with soft dimples.

He was born to be taken care of and grew up, and he was watched by others in everything he did. He has long been used to the focused gaze of others, and even if he is watched all the time, he does not have any psychological pressure.

Fang Li saw that his son didn't dislike Suzhou North, so he kept silent. Generally, if his son had no problems, Fang Li didn't care about anything. This was probably the biggest difference between him and Qi Yue.

Qi Yue would be jealous and angry that his son had another father, but Fang Li seldom had big ups and downs in his emotions. Even when facing his son, his expression was very dull. Only the old father who cared for his son was comprehensive and proper. , the son is happy and it's over.

Obviously, in terms of personality, Fang Li is closer to Yan Qingcheng in the future, and his behavior and habits are almost 100% identical, which makes Yan Yao often suspect that his father's master personality is actually Fang Li.

But the old father indulged his son too much, and Yan Yao was not happy.Suzhou North wanted to help him grow radishes, but his father didn't say anything.

"Father must also grow vegetables with me." The child asked earnestly, pinching his father's collar.

Fang Li pondered for a second, then refused: "Dad is often away from the research institute during the day, so he can't make it in time."

Yan Yao also knew that Qi Yue was going to class, so she said sullenly: "Then I have to go to school too."

You can see Qi Yue when you go to school = follow his father.

His son is too clingy, but Fang Li has to think about practical issues, "Yao Yao is not suitable for going to school now, when you recover, you can study however you want."

"Well, Yao Yao learns how to grow radishes with Professor Su during the day, and stays with your father at night, isn't it good?" Zhong Changsheng also chimed in when he heard the conversation between the father and son.

Yan Yao thought about it for a while, and it seemed fun to grow radishes with Professor Su, and he could see his father at night, but it was still a huge loss for him to see his father 24 hours a day.

So the child shook his head aggrievedly.

Fang Li couldn't see his son crying, thought for a moment, and said: "Father discussed with Qi Yue, let him take you to school, but outside, if you want to say that you are 10 years old, can you do it?"

"Yes." Yan Yao immediately nodded her head obediently, and after nodding a few times, he said doubtfully, "Before, Yaoyao could go to school with Qi Yue, and it seems that Yaoyao is not so young... No, Yaoyao It's ten years old..."

The child suddenly struggled with this question, his round black eyes were full of confusion.

His body has shrunk, and even his thinking habits have faded to below ten years old.In his eyes, the ten-year-old self is at this weight and height, and others should hug him, because he is a child, and this is a matter of course.

But he didn't completely forget the memory before he became smaller. He remembered that he and Qi Yue went to school together, and remembered what Qi Yue and him had experienced together. The self in his memory was clearly not a child.

This creates a great contradiction with reality.

Yan Yao's words successfully silenced all the professors present, and she didn't dare to disturb him for a while, just quietly waiting for him to finish thinking.

This matter can only be discovered by him himself. After all, he is the only one who can really fight against time. Others can find ways to save him, but they cannot face difficulties on his behalf.

After a long time, the child blinked slowly and raised his head.

He looked at his father quietly, and suddenly took Fang Li's hand into his arms, sticking it to his belly, as if he had the courage in an instant, and said word by word:

"Yaoyao is different from others, isn't it? The things I remember are not consecutive."

Fang Li looked deeply at his son, responded, leaned over and hugged the child to his chest, sticking him tightly.

Yan Yao rubbed her chest subconsciously, and continued in a soft voice:

"Today Yaoyao asked Uncle Yang, if I forget a lot of things and it's no longer useful, will you still like me? Uncle said, everyone is the same, even if Yaoyao doesn't remember anything, she will treat me well. "

"Yes, Assistant Yang's words are correct." Zhong Changsheng echoed.

"Isn't this a matter of course? Maybe the country is trying its best to save you because of your value, but to us, you are just a little devil. No one will measure the value of a little devil every day, whether it is worth pampering or not." Suzhou Bei said Be straightforward.

The other professors naturally had the same opinion, and some who were close secretly rubbed Yan Yao's head.

This kind of reassurance obviously encouraged Yan Yao, he smiled shyly and blushed with baby fat, which made him look healthy and cute.

But the next moment, what the child said silenced everyone again.

"I trust you. Dad, give Yaoyao a diary. Yaoyao wants to write down what he remembers."

He didn't know exactly what happened to him, but he noticed the loss of his memory. The memories of his previous life and this life were too important. It was a choice related to fate, and Yan Yao knew that he could not forget it.

"I want to write it down so that dad, grandpa, and uncle can all remember it, so that it doesn't matter if I forget it in the future."

The child laughed happily after he finished speaking, and turned his head to look at his father expectantly, as if he was waiting for the other party to praise him.

Fang Li was slightly stunned, unable to boast for a while no matter what.

He just stared at his son, bent down after a long time, kissed his son's tender forehead, hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice:

"There is no rush for the future. If you don't write the medicine, you will think about it again."

Those who don't know have no fear. Naturally, children don't fear death, just like a shrinking beauty.

In the eyes of adults, what Yan Yao said was actually the same as the last words.

Because the child has not been recognized by Qi Yue, speaking about the future now is tantamount to seeking death, but Yan Yao doesn't understand the meaning of death, and he doesn't know how to be afraid.

He is obviously afraid of being separated from his father, but he is not afraid of death.

Zhong Changsheng said that when you die, you lose everything.

The child obviously didn't understand this sentence, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a naive decision.

What Fang Li understood, the other professors naturally understood too. Now that they came to their senses, they were all terrified, and the elderly professor even broke out in a sweat.

But the most urgent thing is to persuade Yan Yao, so that one day, if someone doesn’t pay attention, the child writes the prophecy excitedly, waiting for his father to praise him, but disappears in this era in a blink of an eye. When the time comes, where will they find the same Yan Yao? ?

The uncles and grandparents were all scared to death, but they still coaxed them soothingly:

"Don't worry, Yaoyao. The future has not happened yet. You won't forget it all the time. Professor Fang will cure you."

"...Really?" Yan Yao asked hesitantly, "Don't say it now?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Nie Xing patted the child's head, "When Yaoyao needs to write, you must tell Professor Fang that you can't write randomly, you know?"

"If you keep it from me, Dad won't recognize you." Fang Li could only use ruthless medicine.

Sure enough, Yan Yao panicked in an instant, quickly put her arms around his father's neck, buried herself like a carrot, and said, "Yao Yao must not secretly write by herself, she must tell Dad first."

"Well, be good." Fang Li coaxed his son, then raised his eyes to greet the others, nodded, carried his son and left, and went back to the room to change clothes.

And the professors who had been worried for a long time also breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and put most of the radishes into the slightly larger basket, carried them to the kitchen, and put the remaining three radishes in the small one for Yan Yao. Toss the radish seeds.

But what happened just now gave them a wake-up call. A group of people were still worried after finishing their work, so they held an urgent meeting and finally decided:

In the following days, the professors will take care of Yan Yao in turn, on a shift system, changing one every two days, so as to ensure that someone is watching Yan Yao throughout the day, lest this careless little ancestor is playing around. I got rid of it myself.