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

The brief conversations in the laboratory that contained all the worries and friendship between father and son became the secret agreement between Fang Li and his son.

As if in the endless torrent of time, their forward steps finally reached synchronization at this moment, hands clasped, big hands holding small hands, no longer walking aimlessly, but leaning against the most solid strength.

They are the closest people to each other in this world, the only relatives, blood is thicker than water, a father-son relationship that cannot be separated even by life and death.

Perhaps it was because they met too early in this life, and the way they met was completely different. As a novice father, Fang Li hardly made the mistakes he made when raising his son in his previous life.

This is also the happiest thing for Yan Yao after returning to the past.

In the laboratory, after getting his father's assurance, Yan Yao no longer tried to drown his father with tears.

After howling to his heart's content, the child slowly stopped crying, nestled in his father's arms, and obediently waited for the other party to wipe his tears.

Fang Li took out his usual dark blue handkerchief, but today he just brought the handkerchief close to his son's face, the child turned his head and said softly, "No handkerchief, but a towel."

towel?

Fang Li was slightly startled, and then realized that Yan Yao was referring to the small white towel he used himself, so he left the laboratory with his son in his arms, and went to Yan Yao's own room.

There was no place to sit in the bathroom, so Fang Li casually put his son on the sink, let the child sit obediently, then took Yan Yao's small white towel embroidered with a lot of carrots, washed it with hot water, and wiped it for his son. Face.

The hot towel was very comfortable covering the face. The child smiled happily and rolled his eyes, saying, "Yaoyao likes the towel embroidered with radishes, and you need this to wipe your tears. Daddy must remember, you know?"

The son's serious tone was dignified, Fang Li pinched the child's chin amusedly, and said, "Remember it. Don't cry in the future. Look at you, your face is crying like a cat."

"Children can cry, and no one can scold me." Yan Yao said innocently, "Yao Yao never threw a temper tantrum like her mother. My mother always dropped a lot of perfume, and the ground was covered with glass. Nothing was broken."

Fang Li paused, and asked: "Mom likes to throw things? Has Yao Yao ever been injured? Will he be afraid?"

"...will be scared, but the medicine won't hurt." The child shook his head, stretched out two small hands, and put them against Fang Li's face, saying, "Daddy always protects me. She won't let me into the room, she will take me to play. My mother said that she has a bad temper, the perfume is broken, and there are a lot of broken glass in the room, so I don't want to go to her when she is angry, and don't wear shoes, so Yaoyao thinks mom is pretty good."

"En." Fang Li nodded slightly.

He doesn't know his future wife, so he doesn't have the right to comment, but judging from his son's words, although his mother has a bad temper and has no relationship with him, she comes from a wealthy family, is very talented, and is quite rational , just a little indifferent to his son.

Fang Li summed up the information indifferently, wrote it down, wiped his son's face, and asked again: "Is it true that Yaoyao can't say mother's name?"

"Yeah. Mom hasn't appeared in front of Dad yet, so I can't tell." Yan Yao pinched her fleshy face worriedly, and said, "What should I do if Yao Yao forgets what my mother's name is?"

"It's okay." Fang Li said reassuringly, "Father is a doctor, so it's not difficult to find a girl who is related to Yao Yao."

There are noble girls in Jiangcheng who can play the piano and are older than him, so there are only a few of them after calculation.

Of course, Fang Li explored the identity of his future wife not to develop any relationship with her in advance, but to prepare for the worst.

He couldn't even know how his son was born.

Because fate is not constant, if something unexpected happened and the future wife married someone else and gave birth to a child, then Yan Yao's birth might be obliterated by time, which Fang Li absolutely did not allow.

"Does Yao Yao not know whether the time and space we live in now are the same as the time and space you lived in before?" Fang Li tried to ask after deliberating for a long time.

Unexpectedly, when Yan Yao heard this question, she widened her pitch-black eyes in surprise, then slapped Fang Li on the face angrily, and said angrily:

"Yaoyao is Yaoyao, and father is also a father. There is only one father. Otherwise, Yaoyao would not be in a hurry to find a father. I only recognize one father. Dad can't be like Professor Nie, always watching science fiction movies and thinking wildly."

"Yes. Dad understands." Fang Li understood what his son meant, carried him off the sink, and walked out.

Although he looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about everything, in fact he was not in a very relaxed mood.

It's not traveling through different worlds, but the same world, different time and space, or time points.

Then, all the choices made by Fang Li and Qi Yue now may affect the birth of their son in the future.

But Yan Yao has come to this era, so is there a possibility that... everything in the future has already been destroyed?

If everything in the future has been destroyed and fate is waiting to be restructured, then any decision he makes now, including whether to marry or whom to marry, will not affect the existing Yan Yao.

If everything in the future is still constant, then he must be cautious in his words and deeds, and he must not make a wrong step, otherwise, his son may be forced to leave his side forever.

The undulating dark color in the young man's eyes is like the surging sea tide on a moonlit night, at first glance it looks a little depressing.

Yan Yao put herself and his father very close, cheek to cheek, nose to nose, looking at his father's dark and deep phoenix eyes, and at the same time looking for herself in those eyes.

"Dad has Yaoyao in his eyes, and I saw it." The child stretched out his small hand, covered Fang Li's eyes, and said, "Look, Dad, is there a part of you in Yaoyao's eyes?"

"Of course, it's strange that there is no shadow." After Fang Li was disturbed by his son, he finally put down his worries and hugged his son for a physical examination.

He would come back because he was worried that Yan Yao was really sick, but when he came back, he had a face-to-face meeting, saw his lively son, and took the pulse without any trace, and he knew that Yan Yao was not sick.

But children are already in poor health, and daily routine checkups are indispensable.

Yan Yao now relies on his father, doing whatever he tells him to do, drawing blood and giving injections, and finally, the little child even fell asleep lying on a small bed in the laboratory.

After Fang Li checked his son, he got dressed and carried him back to the bedroom.

At this time, Qi Yue, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth in a hoarse voice.

"Is it my own son? He came back from the future?"

"As you think." Fang Li replied calmly.

Qi Yue didn't speak for a long time.

Today's conversation between Fang Li and Yan Yao revealed too much information.

"Is Yaoyao sick? I mean, it's hard for him to survive?" After a long time, Qi Yue cleared his mind and asked simply.

"It's as difficult as climbing the sky." Fang Li said coldly, "He is not recognized by this era, and he needs the blood connection of his immediate family to stay here. In other words, his father must recognize him as his only son."

Qi Yue frowned and said: "You have admitted to Yao Yao, and now I also admit to him, won't the crisis be resolved?"

"If it was that simple, I would have told you on the first day."

Fang Li slightly hooked his lips, his eyes were clearly calm, but there was an inexplicable cold sarcasm.

"You don't have childhood memories, and you don't even remember your own name. I have memories, but they are useless. You and I are still two separate personalities. We are not even a complete person, and we are not recognized by time. Why admit this child and keep him?"

"Split personality is not considered a person? Is this still discriminatory?" Qi Yue couldn't help but sneered, his voice so cold that it almost fell into ice.

"Well, do you know who is the main personality?" Fang Li choked back and asked.

Grass. (A plant) Qi Yue chose to remain silent.

He finally understood why Fang Li, who had always been indifferent, suddenly became so good at sarcasm. It's really unimaginable that the rule of time is so fucked up.

What's wrong with dual personality?

Two fathers are not considered a complete father?

Who didn't have a sperm when they were young?Are split personalities allowed to develop their own careers?

Pedantic, rigid, and utterly stupid.

It was rare for Papa Qi and Papa Fang to become poisonous tongues at the same time, insulting the murderer who wanted to kill his son every day.

Although this is of no use, at any rate, the two personalities stand on a united front.

"For the hidden personality in the future, close the five senses, do not interfere with each other, and exchange key information regularly."

"Don't worry, I don't want my son to misunderstand that I am a psychopath who likes to talk to himself."

The two fathers discussed secretly, and under Qi Yue's strong protest, they completed the first personality swap in a waking state.

So, Yan Yao lay on the small bed and slept peacefully halfway through, when she was wrapped in a steaming chest.

At first, he just kicked his little foot unaccustomed, trying to kick the person holding him away, but just as he kicked, his foot was caught by another pair of long legs, and he couldn't move, so he had to use his hands instead. to push.

However, the chest holding him was too hot, and it was reassuringly familiar. The child gave up struggling limply after a few random pushes, and curled up. He didn't know what he was dreaming of. Suddenly, he groaned and bit He picked up the soft cloth that was close at hand, and chewed it.

The person holding him was speechless for a moment, and helplessly freed the bitten shirt. Seeing the child turning his head in confusion, he raised his hand and pressed him into his arms, as if holding a baby for the first time. Yes, coaxed in a low hoarse and unfamiliar way: "Be good, son, sleep well."