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

Regarding the matter of personality fusion, Fang Li and Zhong Changsheng have studied many methods, including different methods of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, medical treatment, psychological help, or the use of external forces.

But any possible cure for him was included in the plan.

But Fang Li did not expect that the way to achieve personality fusion in the end was actually because of the compromise between Qi Yue and him.

Zhong Changsheng was awakened by Suzhou Bei's words that day, and after clarifying the fate of Yan Yao's disappearance, an emergency meeting was held.

The meeting lasted just over two hours, but it happened to cover all the secrets, even spanning life and death.

Fang Li and Qi Yue learned the whole story at the meeting, and quickly negotiated on the issue of personality fusion. They didn't need to think for a long time before they made a decision.

Both Fang Li and Qi Yue will accept any consequences of personality fusion, as long as they can save their son and prevent Yan Yao from disappearing.

But all the plans ended up in vain.

Yan Qingcheng died at the age of 38, and Yan Yao died with his father at the age of 17 after a year of suffering.

No one knew about this matter, and it was also Yan Yao's most closely guarded secret.

The child may not be as eloquent as his father, and he can't understand too many reasons, but he holds this secret in his hand, which is enough to easily make Qi Yue and Fang Li compromise.

If Yan Qingcheng is not saved and fate is not changed, both father and son will die in 20 years.

After saving Yan Qingcheng and uttering the prophecy, Yan Yao will become smaller and follow the law of time development, disappear after a year, and then become a baby again, and be born again on the day he was born in his previous life.

It is clear at a glance which of these two options has the least loss.

Yan Qingcheng has always been a rational and indifferent person, knowing what is the best choice.But he didn't expect that his son would be so like him.

As early as the moment she crossed the black hole, Yan Yao made all the decisions.

He came to save Dad, and that was the only goal.So when I die, it doesn't matter if I can't be born again.

What Qi Yue and Fang Li really couldn't accept was their son's thoughts, otherwise they wouldn't have tried their best to stop him. Fortunately, they finally pulled their son back, even though the price was heavy.

That day in the laboratory, after Yan Yao and his father had a showdown, they rarely mentioned the future, as if they had returned to the carefree days of the past.

Because Yan Qingcheng uttered too much key information at one time, Yan Qingcheng's mentality and fate changed drastically. Yan Yao directly faded into the appearance of a three-year-old baby the next day, a full five years younger than the day before.

When Suzhou North heard the news, he was furious on the spot and lost his temper. He closed the door directly in front of Nie Xing, and then closed the door to thank guests for two consecutive weeks. In front of everyone.

The other professors guessed that he was sad because of Yan Yao, and they were equally sad and regretful, so they didn't disturb him.Zhong Changsheng seemed to have aged a lot overnight, and his brows and eyes were full of worry.

The research institute fell silent for a moment, much quieter than before.

In fact, it’s no wonder they are so worried. After all, there is no absolute basis for the prophecy of rebirth after the disappearance of Yan Yao. accomplish.

The professors of the research institute have all received science education since they were young, and they have been deeply influenced by their thoughts. It is very difficult to convince them to believe in a prophecy that cannot be proved by science.

Of course, the real reason is that, like Suzhou North, they like Yan Yao very much, and they can't watch their children suffer, let alone face the threat of death.

When the elders were worried, Yan Yao became the happiest little baby.

He has already had a complete showdown with his father, which means that he no longer needs to worry about what he can say and what he can't say. Anyway, he will be born again when the time comes, so the child can just change the established destiny to "unrecognizable". The dead time rule is over.

After Yan Qingcheng achieved personality fusion, he stayed with his son in the research institute for a few weeks.

Whenever Fan Yanyao made any prophecies, he would take his son out to do errands, and he was very talkative, but... Silence is also true silence, indifference is also true indifference, and there is no trace of human touch in his body. In a matter of minutes, you can make people look cowardly and run away consciously.

The full version of the father is too fierce, Yan Yao has been troubled for a long time.

On this day, Yan Yao followed his father to do business outside as usual, and it was already dark the day after.

After taking a bath in the evening, the child asked his father to write a report. The general content was to report that there would be an earthquake in Beicheng one month later, so that the local ZF department in Beicheng would take precautions in advance and evacuate the masses.

When Yan Qingcheng finished his work, the child was sleepy and wanted to sleep.Yan Qingcheng took his son to bed.

A night without dreams.

The next day, when it was still daylight, Yan Qingcheng opened his eyes, lowered his eyes, and silently looked at the child lying obediently on his chest.

The three-year-old son now has short arms and legs, and it just fits right on his father's body. His small arms that look like lotus root joints and his fleshy feet are spread out on both sides, but he still can't reach the bed under Yan Qingcheng.

He was wearing a cub's pajamas, sleeping on his stomach like a fluffy cub purposely spread himself into a fluffy pancake, and slept soundly against his father's chest.

His son's chubby face was right against his heart. Yan Qingcheng looked at it silently for a few seconds, then raised his hand to touch it lightly. The touch was soft, tender and warm.

There was a hint of softness in the man's emotionless phoenix eyes, and his handsome face lost a bit of the inherent indifference in the dim light of the morning sun.

I don't know how long he had been looking at his son before Yan Qingcheng came back to his senses, glanced at the clock on the wall beside him, and was about to get up when his face was slapped...he was slapped by a small hand with the smell of milk.

The man lowered his eyes, held his son's little hand, put it to his lips and kissed the fleshy back of his hand, then hugged the small ball on his chest, and sat up slowly.

The blanket placed beside the bed was wrapped around the child, Yan Qingcheng carried his son out of bed, and walked to the laboratory wearing slippers.

There was a row of identical looking dark brown potions on the laboratory table, but Yan Qingcheng raised his hand and picked three bottles, looked down to see the labels, opened them and smelled them to make sure, before sitting on the hospital bed with his son in his arms.

The child in his arms was still sleeping sweetly, with a button from Yan Qingcheng's pajamas stuffed in his little mouth, probably trying to bite his father's pajamas but he missed it, but just happened to bite the button, and he just bit on it so foolishly up.

The father frowned slightly, carefully pinched his son's mouth open, and freed the wet button.

But with nothing in his mouth, the child started whimpering, his little head rubbing against his chest, struggling to wake up.

It is inconvenient for his son to bite the quilt at this moment, Yan Qingcheng frowned slightly, pinched his son's mouth open, glanced at the teeth inside, then sterilized his fingers, went in and touched them, counted them, there were sixteen teeth Teeth, but not fully developed, soft.

After thinking about it, he casually unbuttoned the top few buttons of the pajamas, and let his son bite the unbuttoned half of the neckline.

Only then did the child clenched his mouth tightly with a few soft teeth, and did not let go.

After Yan Yao calmed down, Yan Qingcheng took off his son's pajamas, wrapped it in a blanket, opened the medicine bottle on one side, picked up cotton with tweezers, sucked up the medicine, and carefully applied it on the child.

The potion was a little cold, Yan Yao trembled in her sleep, and buried it in her father's arms again.

Yan Qingcheng lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead, speeding up his movements while comforting him, until the three different potions were applied, and his son's original fair skin color was basically gone, just like a brown-skinned baby.

Yan Qingcheng's tense back slowly relaxed, and when the potion on Yan Yao's body dried up, he put his son in pajamas, wrapped him in a blanket and carried him back to sleep.

These medicines are used to delay the excessive deterioration of the visceral functions in Yan Yao's body. The first version of the medicine had serious side effects and would cause a strong pain. Fang Li only applied it to his son once, and immediately stopped using it.

The subsequent improvements to the medicine did not meet the standard. It was not until a month later, that is, yesterday, that Yan Qingcheng completed the improvement of the medicine and developed the third version of the medicine.This version of the potion has completely eliminated all side effects, which is perfect.

The only thing that may not be considered perfect is probably its color.

Yan Qingcheng was not sure how acceptable his son's skin aesthetics were, and was worried that the child would not be able to accept that he would turn into a brown baby, and that it would be difficult to coax him to cry, so he could only get up early in the morning to apply medicine to his son.

After putting on the clothes anyway, and his son is only three years old, he doesn't understand many things, and the possibility of finding out is zero.At night, the effect of the potion disappeared, and the complexion returned to normal, but my son still knew nothing about it.

The old father's plan was perfect, and he went back to sleep with the baby in his arms.

After Yan Yao became smaller, she had to be hugged when she slept, and she would wake up when no one was hugging her, and she would cry loudly when she woke up, making it so noisy that she couldn't even eat.Yan Qingcheng learned the lesson of raising children at the beginning, and now he can't make mistakes anymore.

But as soon as he lay down with his son in his arms, he saw the child in his arms spit out the cloth he was biting, then wrinkled his little face in aggrieved manner, and struggled while sobbing.

"What's the matter?" Yan Qingcheng asked in a low voice, sat up again holding the child, raised his hand and slowly patted his son's back, lowered his head and kissed his son's forehead.

Normally, if he did this, his son would fall asleep in a short while, but Yan Yao twisted so badly today, she soon opened her round eyes with tears in her eyes, and called him pitifully: "... Dad... it stinks." ..."

"Huh?" Yan Qingcheng raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his son's eyes, and asked calmly, "What stinks?"

"The medicine smells..." Yan Yao pointed at herself.

Yan Qingcheng glanced down, checked it, and coaxed nonchalantly: "It doesn't stink, you made a mistake."

The smell of those medicines is very weak, and it is difficult for ordinary people to smell it.Theoretically speaking, the possibility of the color medicine smelling is very slim.

Yan Qingcheng's words were firm, Yan Yao's originally firm thoughts were suddenly fooled by his father, he lowered his head and touched his belly in a daze, and said, "Doesn't the medicine stink?"

He leaned over and sniffed his father, only smelling the faint smell of laundry detergent on his clothes, so he sat down in his father's arms peacefully, grinning, showing his small teeth, and gave Yan Qingcheng A sweet smile.

This cute laugh successfully caused Yan Qingcheng's fused personality to split instantly. Qi Yue, who had been holding back for several weeks, finally woke up, and couldn't bear to say: "Don't fool him, my son is fooled by fooling him."