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

The attempt to marry failed, Yan Qingcheng's purpose of returning to Qi's house today was defeated, and he had no other demands on Mr. Qi, the two of them explained the company's affairs again, and after making sure everything was fine, they left Qi's house with their son.

After returning to the research institute, Yan Qingcheng received a call from his superiors and asked his son to play by himself for a while.

Yan Yao was placed on the carpet and stood, looking up at his father for a while with her little head up, her black grape-like eyes were unblinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yan Qingcheng looked distractedly at his son while listening to the phone, stretched out his hand and opened the drawer, pulled out the dinosaur doll that was hidden by his son yesterday, and closed it again.

Before the young man raised his hand to call his son over, the child's eyes lit up, and he rushed over like a small cannonball, and threw himself on his father's lap, hugging the little dinosaur.

The child lowered his head and rubbed his face against the cute doll vigorously, and he couldn't stand properly anymore, lying limply on his father's knee, and kept sliding down.

Yan Qingcheng put his arms around his son, lifted him up, and sat on his lap.

After Yan Yao rubbed enough on the little dinosaur, she pressed the doll onto her stomach, her little feet dangling, and continued to look up at his father.

The fleshy little hand pressed against Yan Qingcheng's chin, touched it lightly, scratched it twice, and was caught.

Yan Yao raised her hand in puzzlement, but she didn't pull it out, so she said in a soft voice, "Dad doesn't have a beard..."

"En." Yan Qingcheng responded, holding his son's hand to prevent trouble.

Yan Yao couldn't get an explanation, so she continued to be a repeater.

"Daddy has no beard...no beard...beard woohoo!"

The child yelled a few words in a small voice before his father covered his mouth.

The person on the other side of the phone was still talking, and the old father was not good at coaxing medicine. He lowered his head and rubbed his son's forehead with his chin soothingly. Seeing that the child was quiet, he let go of his hand.

Knowing that his father wouldn't let him repeat, Yan Yao slipped off Yan Qingcheng's lap and ran out with the doll in her arms.

Yan Qingcheng turned his head to take a look, stood up and followed behind.

The weather is fine today, the sun outside is very strong.Although it is not yet summer, the temperature has risen significantly.

Yan Yao hugged his dinosaur and ran around the courtyard for a while, when she spotted a light yellow butterfly with sharp eyes, she quickly chased after it, bouncing around with her small body and stretching out her hands to reach it.

It's a pity that the butterfly flew up and down very nimbly, it flew around Yan Yao, then turned around and flew out of the courtyard wall.

"Don't run!" Panting, the child chased after the wall. Seeing the butterfly disappearing outside the wall, he stood still in a daze.

After Yan Qingcheng finished speaking, he saw his son standing against the wall and called out, "Here comes the medicine."

When Yan Yao heard his father's voice, she looked back and became happy again. She quickly ran back to Yan Qingcheng's side, pointed her little finger at the wall, and said excitedly, "Daddy has butterflies!"

"Yeah." Yan Qingcheng knelt down in front of his son, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the child's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Does Yaoyao like butterflies?"

"I like it. I didn't catch it..." Yan Yao frowned regretfully, reached out to grab his father's hand, and said, "Father, go catch it."

"If you catch them, you will die. Butterflies are no better than humans, so they are not suitable for living with Yaoyao." Yan Qingcheng embraced his son and said, "After today's work is over, what does Yaoyao want to do?"

"Isn't dad going to work?" Yan Yao tilted her head.

"Not today, I'll accompany you." The internal problems of Qi's consortium cannot be resolved in a short period of time. Yan Qingcheng has been busy dealing with these matters this month, and because of his son's prophecy, he has been running around to save people. Fortunately, it has been combined After Qi Yue and Fang Li's abilities, he can handle these problems with ease, without any difficulties.

Today is the only day off, and the marriage proposal has not been settled, so naturally there is no follow-up itinerary.

Yan Yao thought for a while and said, "If you want to bask in the sun, sit in a rocking chair."

"Okay. Wait here for Dad." Yan Qingcheng patted his son's head, got up and went back to the house.

Yan Yao chased to the door and looked inside, then ran out with confidence to pick flowers at the flower bed.

He didn't pick too many, just picked one of each kind, and ran around holding it in his hand.

Yan Qingcheng moved the reclining chair and rocking chair out, saw that his son was still playing, so he sat down to read the documents.

Unexpectedly, within a few seconds of watching, the son not far away suddenly yelled repeatedly.

"Father, this black thing followed Yaoyao! Running around with Yaoyao!"

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly raised his head to look over, and saw his son standing motionless under the sun, with his little hand pointing straight at... the shadow on the ground.

"Look Dad! It's following me!"

In a daze, the son ran happily again, turning his head to look back while running.

Yan Qingcheng was a little speechless for a while, just watched his son running from one end to the other, stopped and stomped his little feet, and said childishly: "Father, look at it following me!"

As soon as the words fell, the child turned his head and rushed from one end to the other, and continued to point to the ground and shouted: "This black one has been following me!"

After going back and forth like this several times, my son still enjoys playing as a small speaker and repeater.

"Dad, why is this thing following me!"

"It got taller!"

"Stop following me!"

……

Seeing his son's cheerful appearance, the father finally raised his hands to his forehead silently, pinched the center of his brows, and his Adam's apple trembled.

Don't ask, asking is almost overwhelmed by the old father's airs, and he crazily suppressed his laughter.

Fortunately, in the end, Yan Qingcheng's indifferent personality prevailed, he didn't laugh out loud to spoil his son's interest, he just opened his hand to the child from a distance, and said: "The medicine is here, if it doesn't come, it will arrest you and go home .”

"Huh?" Yan Yao stopped immediately after being bluffed, turned her head to look at the shadow, screamed in fright, ran back and threw herself on his father's lap, hurriedly buried her head.

Yan Qingcheng's quiet eyes turned soft for a moment, he followed his son's back, and coaxed: "It's okay, Dad is here."

"Will it really take away Yao Yao?" Yan Yao raised her head cautiously.

"Father is here, it doesn't dare to catch you." Yan Qingcheng promised solemnly.

The child breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the shadow behind him, and said, "Why does it keep following the medicine?"

"It likes medicine." Yan Qingcheng explained in a low voice, but he didn't talk to his son about it. It was just a shadow.In fact, it is easy to say clearly, but the old father was reluctant to destroy his son's innocent imagination, so he simply followed the child's words, and it didn't affect anything anyway.

When Yan Yao heard this, she grinned foolishly, smiling so hard that her teeth could not be seen, her round peach eyes were bent into crescent moons.

After he turned back to three years old, his smile was very different from when he was eight years old. He looked more cheerful, but he was more or less silly.

"Yao Yao wants to play with it." Yan Yao stomped her foot, wanting to step on the shadow.

Yan Qingcheng came back to his senses, hurriedly carried his son to the rocking chair, and said: "I can't run away, let's bask in the sun for a while."

My son is in poor health, and excessive exercise hurts his body.

Yan Yao's attention was quickly attracted by the shaking rocking chair, her little hand patted the small keyboard in front of her indiscriminately, and the chair began to sing, and two thin vines stretched out, twisting into a A beautiful heart.

The father and son basked quietly in the sun for a while.

Yan Qingcheng has hardly closed his eyes for the past month. He watched over his son every night while approving documents. During the day, he was either busy doing experiments or going out to save the world with his son. Although the school has already asked for leave, he just needs to wait for the time to go directly to the exam. , but I didn't feel much leisure because of it. I should be busy or busy.

However, because Yan Qingcheng took his son with him everywhere, such a busy life did not have any negative impact on Yan Yao, but instead made his son much more lively.

The warm sun shines on the body, making people feel warm and drowsy.

Yan Qingcheng was lying back on the recliner, with one hand behind his head, and he was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed, but suddenly a small fluffy head was pressed on his chest.

Without opening his eyes, he hugged his son skillfully, adjusted his posture, and let the child lie on his chest to sleep peacefully.

Yan Yao rubbed her little feet on his father's body, climbed up like a fish, was slapped on her buttocks, and then calmed down, looked at his father's protruding Adam's apple without blinking, and asked in a low voice: "Will Dad marry Mom?"

"Does Yaoyao agree?" Yan Qingcheng closed his eyes and asked back.

"I don't know about ducks." Yan Yao folded her small hands and put them under her chin, rolled her black eyes, and said: "Mom and Dad can make do with everything."

"Do you remember Yao Yao?" Yan Qingcheng asked.

Now Yan Yao has completely turned into a three-year-old child, which can be seen from his behavior, Yan Qingcheng is not sure how much his son's memory has been lost.After all, personality and memory are not the same, not to mention that there is a 16-year-old Yan Yao in his son, who will become extraordinarily smart and rational every time he has business, so it is difficult to judge.

"Yaoyao remembers duck. My mother said, my father met my mother once, and my mother said that I was broken in love and wanted to find an honest man to marry. My father said that I wanted a wife to have a son. The son's name was Yan Yao, and it was me. So we got married. "

Yan Qingcheng: "..."

Is it that easy?

"Mom said she didn't want to have a baby, and dad said she didn't want to fall in love with her. Then the drug became a test-tube baby, and my father was very angry because the place where the raw drug was not good at all, and the drug couldn't be in the mother's stomach, but the mother Insisting on using that thing, Dad and Mom had a falling out, and they never got back together."

"That thing..." Yan Qingcheng opened his eyes, looked down at his son, and asked tentatively, "Is it the test-tube baby petri dish developed by the director?"

Yan Yao shook her head, "Yao Yao doesn't know either, but Mom said that Grandpa didn't agree, it was Mom who was angry with Grandpa, so Grandpa agreed, and then Grandpa was angry for a long time."

"What is the relationship between your mother and the dean? Does Yao Yao know?" Yan Qingcheng asked.

"Why doesn't Dad even know this, grandma is mom's grandma." Yan Yao frowned.

"Dean Zhong's wife is your mother's grandmother?"

"Well, but my mother adopted it. This is what my mother told me secretly." The child smirked triumphantly.

Yan Qingcheng rubbed his son's face, but said nothing, his eyes gradually darkened.

If Zhong Changsheng and Xin Moyi are relatives, then they don't necessarily have to get married if they want to use Xin Moyi's egg to give birth to Yan Yao.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingcheng sat up with his son in his arms, and said, "Let's go see the dean."

"Hey! Dad is ashamed! Grandpa said it's too nasty for us to go to see him all the time, you still want to go!" Yan Yao stretched out her hand to pinch his father's face.

Yan Qingcheng didn't care about his son's mischief, and left with his son in his arms.

Being able to give birth to a son is the most important thing, does face matter?