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

In the end, Yan Qingcheng did not tell his son about the matter of reincarnation III, but chose to give Yan Yao a very serious promise of companionship.

Probably in the heart of the old father, everything in the past is still too heavy for his son, so heavy that once he mentions it, he is afraid that his son will be hurt.

In Yan Qingcheng's eyes, Yan Yao will always be his only son who has not yet grown up, and children should live in an ivory tower.

Giving his son a safe and worry-free living environment is what Yan Qingcheng, as a father, wants to do most.

What's more, even if Yan Qingcheng never told Yan Yao the secret of infinite reincarnation all his life, it doesn't affect anything.

Their fate has been completely changed. Once Yan Yao is reborn, Yan Qingcheng's fate of illness and death will be changed, and the established fate of the next ten years will be reduced to ashes, breaking the shackles of reincarnation, and a new life will follow.

Yan Qingcheng is aware of this, what to do and what not to do, he has plans and considerations in his heart, so he doesn't want his son to worry about anything.

His precious son has lost so many things in this life, so much that there is nothing left.

"Yaoyao knows why... why did you come to Dad?" Yan Qingcheng thought about it for a few days before asking his son this question.

Yan Yao was riding on a small children's bicycle, rushing forward with the pedals creaking, turning left and right all the way, laughing so hard that she couldn't see her eyes.

The mechanism squirrel was chasing after the child, as if worried that the baby, who had just learned to walk, would fall off the car.

However, it turns out that it was overthinking.Although Yan Yao has become a three-year-old baby, she is also a little superman baby who can walk and ride a bicycle steadily. Even if she walks occasionally, she will fall down with a snap, but riding this four-wheeled mutant bicycle is not difficult at all.

Yan Qingcheng was sitting in the gazebo in the yard, drinking tea with Zhong Changsheng, his eyes following his son's back all the time.

When the child whizzed by the gazebo, the young man quickly reached out and grabbed the handlebar of the car to stop his son.

Yan Yao was stopped by the car for a while, she was still a little dazed, she opened her small mouth blankly, and then came back to her senses, followed that hand to look at his father, and complained tenderly: "Dad made me get caught I caught it!"

"How dare Guoguo chase you?" Yan Qingcheng pulled the car into the gazebo while talking, put his teacup to his son's mouth, and coaxed, "Do you want some tea?"

"I want it!" The snack guy nodded quickly, lowered his head and gulped down the tea, and pushed his father's hand, "I still want to drink it."

Yan Qingcheng poured another cup for his son, but put it on the inside of the stone table, avoiding his son's eager little hand, and said, "It's too hot, let it dry for a while. Is it hot?"

"Not hot duck." Yan Yao stood up in the car, glanced at the green tea in the cup, then sat back, and asked honestly, "What did dad just say?"

"That's...does Yaoyao know how she came to this era? Dad knows you were sent by the black hole, so why did the black hole choose you?" Yan Qingcheng asked patiently.

The old dean on the side also looked at the child expectantly, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

Yan Yao was under the watchful eye of the elders, so he lacked confidence, and at the age of three, he didn't know much, so he just thought of it and said, "Bring the medicine!"

"Hmm. Why did you come here?" Yan Qingcheng asked.

"The circle is doing bad things, it's crying! Just bring the medicine!" The child said seriously.

In fact, there is no human emotion in a black hole, and it is impossible for a man like Suzhou Bei to cry like a child.

Yan Yao said that because he remembered what adults often said, such as always saying that he did bad things and secretly plucked roses, and cried when he was spanked... such chanting.

When children listen to a lot, they will remember and repeat.

But many times what children say is not completely without reason.Yan Qingcheng was silent for a few seconds, patted his son's head, and continued to ask: "Does Yao Yao know what the black hole did wrong?"

Yan Yao answered faster this time, proudly puffed out her small chest and said, "Hit my father in circles and get beaten by Yaoyao, I dare not."

This matter was not mentioned by Suzhou Bei to the child at all, but Yan Yao said it, even if it was 16-year-old Yan Yao, I am afraid that at this time, she does not know why the 3-year-old herself would say that.

The children themselves couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard the adults asked, they didn't ask how the black hole "harmed" Yan Qingcheng.

But combined with Yan Qingcheng's extraordinary experience, what the black hole can do is either cause Yan Qingcheng's personality to split, or get a virus, or infinite reincarnation, these are the three possibilities.

But Yan Yao has turned back to three years old, and with her ignorant appearance now, it is absolutely impossible for her to think of asking Suzhou Bei.

As for the memory loss of the third generation Yan Qingcheng, it has to be said that even the three-year-old Yan Yao knows that this kind of technique that has not changed for thousands of years is the work of time.

The shadow and mist that shrouded Sanshi gradually dissipated, revealing the original appearance of the truth, but Yan Qingcheng became calmer.He fed his son tea, then let the small cart out, and let Yan Yao ride out to play.

Zhong Changsheng looked at the child's back, took a long time to look away, and asked: "Are you really sure that you want to continue using the previous test-tube baby technology? Moyi's side, in fact... well, my wife and I feel that we can still persuade a child." advise."

"Thank you, Dean, but it's really unnecessary." Yan Qingcheng looked at the old man in front of him sincerely, and said in a low voice, "I haven't been able to convince Miss Xin in three lifetimes. I think we are almost destined. Except for medicine, there is no medicine in this world." What I must insist on."

"But..." Zhong Changsheng felt it was a pity, and heaved a long sigh, "Mo Yi is not the real daughter of the Xin family, and she is inevitably a bit indifferent to her family and relatives. In fact, even her parents did not expect this to happen. After all, we Didn't teach her well."

"The dean's thinking is wrong. There are not many women who pursue freedom and career. I don't think she is wrong. Yaoyao has never blamed his mother. Maybe she decided on her own in the matter of doing test-tube babies. The birth of a son is very irresponsible, but in the final analysis, it is because we got married too hastily."

How can two people who are not suitable and whose ideas are completely different, and a marriage driven by profit, be able to have children? Yan Qingcheng is not someone who would avoid his own mistakes, and has long since admitted that he is too forceful.

Commercial marriage should not be extravagant, even if there is a contract, the wife has no obligation to bear children for him.If Yan Qingcheng had seen this clearly earlier and had chosen to divorce, it would not have caused a tragedy.

In this matter, Yan Qingcheng thought that he was not much better than his wife.

Only Yan Yao is completely innocent in this matter.

In the last life, after Yan Qingcheng died, Xin Moyi returned to Jiangcheng and tried to save her son, but she never accompanied him even for a day since she was a child, and she was indifferent to his son learning the piano and various ways to get close to her. Later, she remarried and had a new life. son daughter and husband.

Yan Yao has lived without a mother for more than ten years, and she doesn't even see her mother during the holidays. How can such a mother-child relationship, which is as weak as a stranger, be able to keep him?

Xin Moyi regretted it, and wanted to save her son back, but she had already lost her qualifications as a mother. Whether Yan Yao chose to die or live, she had no right to control her.

Ordinary mothers and children still have the kindness of being pregnant for ten months, and Yan Yao didn't even come out of Xin Moyi's stomach. The role of mother, in the life of a son, represents the inherent pain, neglect, abandonment, and dying. Restoration before death.

The child is not even sure whether the mother loved him or not.

Yan Qingcheng always felt sorry for his son, and there was also a reason for this.The mistakes of the parents should not be borne by the son at all.

But Yan Yao and Yan Qingcheng's personality flaws are also extremely obvious, the father and son are almost carved out of the same mold.

The person they were most sorry for was the old man sitting across from Yan Qingcheng, Zhong Changsheng.

The pain of sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person cannot be erased with a few words.

In the third life, Zhong Changsheng saw the death of Yan Qingcheng three times and Yan Yao's death twice. For an old man, even if he has no memory, such a blow is too heavy.

"I will be responsible for improving the test-tube baby technology. The dean doesn't need to worry too much. It's just that Miss Xin still needs your consent."

Yan Qingcheng has always been a man of few words, and he would not speak unless he could.

After talking so much at once this time, Zhong Changsheng understood the determination of the young man. After pondering for a while, the old man still nodded and said, "You can guarantee the health of the medicine, so I don't have anything to worry about. Moyi, you Don't worry, she has already agreed."

"You told her?" Yan Qingcheng asked hesitantly.

Zhong Changsheng stopped smiling when he heard the question, and shook his head with helplessness on his face.

"You may not believe it when you say it. That girl Moyi started to come over for regular check-ups two years ago. She wanted to raise a child to perfuse her parents, so as to avoid her own childbirth. My wife and I have never agreed, is it just that?" I am afraid that the children who are raised will not have parents to raise them, and there is no way to guarantee their health. How will they live in the future? Is this ruining the children like this?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I was wrong to watch the girl who grew up? She didn't take the life of the child seriously, and she didn't plan to raise it after she was born. This is because we, the elders, didn't teach well...

Forget it, anyway, don't worry, her parents have given up on letting her get married now, and that girl will get what she wants. "

At the end of Zhong Changsheng's speech, his gaze behind the lens shifted to the child who was riding a bicycle outside, and he muttered: "You and Yaoyao don't need to feel that you owe the old man anything, just treat me and my wife... to pay off the debt for Mo Yi .”

Yan Qingcheng didn't expect to learn from Zhong Changsheng the real reason why his ex-wife insisted on having IVF. He was silent for a moment, but stood up and bowed deeply to the old man.

Yan Yao happened to be riding over, and when she saw this, she hurriedly climbed out of the car, and rushed over like a small cannonball. She also imitated his father's movements and bowed to the old man earnestly, her little head still knocking on the stool. After a while, the pain was tearful.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly hugged his son into his arms, rubbing his head in distress.

Zhong Changsheng was directly amused by this scene, his white beard was shaking non-stop, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "I want you to be more polite, this is all right, even the stools say they don't agree."

Yan Yao pitifully stretched out her hand to hold the old man, and whispered, "Grandpa doesn't cry! Yaoyao will be with grandpa for a long, long time!"

"That's what Yaoyao said." Zhong Changsheng said with a tiger face.

The child quickly patted his own small chest, then patted his father's, and promised loudly.

Only then did Zhong Changsheng burst out laughing, stretched out his arms to pick up Yan Yao, put it in his arms, and let the child touch his beard, the sorrow in his brows and eyes finally dissipated.