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

In the empty room, quietly revealing the essence of the little ancestor, Yan Yao stood proudly with her slender waist crossed for three seconds, and was also happy for three seconds.

And then... The smiling young man suddenly put away his smile quietly, pulled his sleeves to wipe his sweat tiredly, his legs gave way, and he fell back on the soft bed.

This is the bad point of the medicine jar, even if you want to let yourself go and be a bear, because if he persists for less than a minute, his body will give a warning because he can't bear the overly excited emotions.

Yan Yao looks a little melancholy most of the time, and she doesn't even smile once for ten days and a half months, which has a lot to do with her poor health.

He reached out and grabbed a round blue pillow, hugged it to his stomach, and then looked up at the ceiling covered with starry sky wallpaper.

The faint blue wallpaper was specially treated by Professor Fang Li, and it looks twinkling, much like the starry night sky in summer.

Strings of delicate colored lights hung on the ceiling, and those lights of various shapes rotated slowly, casting mysterious light and shadow in the quiet room in the afternoon.

Yan Yao looked carefully for a while, and recognized the shape of the lamp on the far left as Ursa Major, the Big Dipper coming up, Boötes below, and Canes Venatica to the right... Counting them one by one, the far right is Virgo.

The celestial constellations that can be seen in each season are different, and these are in spring.During the Spring Festival this year, Fang Li came over to change it for him in person.

Last spring, Yan Yao was still being rescued on the operating table in the laboratory. Later, it was autumn when I saw these magical lights for the first time.

Yan Yao blinked lightly, and picked up the pillow that was pressing on her stomach.

This is the most special pillow he has ever seen, a blue sphere with a world map on it.

When Yan Yao received this gift for the first time, she thought it was a globe, but after touching it, she found that it was soft, just a pillow.

So his father went to become an astronomer, is it really because of love?

When Fang Li came to decorate his room at first, he thought it was because other professors were not good at it that he let the relatively young and strong Professor Fang come.Looking at it now, Professor Fang completely arranged the room according to his own preferences, no wonder Fang Li would go into the room every time he came to have a look.

In Yan Qingcheng's study room, there are indeed many books on astronomy and a lot of celestial body models, but Yan Yao has never seen his father express his love for these things, and he didn't even touch them for a year and a half.

There is also medicine...Yan Qingcheng does heal people, but even doctors can't heal themselves.

Looking at it this way, his father should have cured his dual personality before he was born.

Yan Yao thought silently for a while, then turned over and climbed up hugging the pillow.

When Zhong Changsheng opened the door and came in, what he saw was a handsome boy hugging a pillow and bowing his head.

He knelt and sat on the soft, pitch-black sheets, his crow-black slender eyelashes drooping to cover his peach blossom eyes, and the ink-colored sheets under his body set off his snow-colored face, snow-colored neck, snow-colored back of hands and snow-colored ankle.

The contrast of extremely black and extremely white colors gives people a sharp visual impact. At first glance, you may even mistakenly think that this child is actually piled up with the first snow in winter.

The old man's gentle and smiling eyes suddenly became clear, and he looked at the layout of the room with a little scrutiny.

When Yan Yao heard the sound of the door opening, she raised her head. Seeing that it was Professor Zhong, he said softly, "Hello, Grandpa Zhong."

Zhong Changsheng is more than 80 years old, and he is the oldest and most experienced professor in the Jiangcheng Research Institute. Since he served as the dean 30 years ago, he has led the scientific research personnel of the entire research institute through the most difficult period of purge, to the present , can be described as highly respected.

He is different from the old people who don't like to grow beards nowadays. He has a long white beard on his chin and grows to his chest. Every time he does an experiment, he will tie up his beard with a rubber band, which attracts the young Yan Yao to secretly observe him whenever he has the opportunity .

Another difference is that Zhong Changsheng not only has a completely white beard, but also has white hair and eyebrows. His usual attire is also very different from that of Chinese people. It is probably because the old man is of mixed race. His appearance is more like those in Western churches. Aged priest.

When Yan Yao met this professor for the first time in her previous life, she even thought that the professor was a foreigner.But in fact, Zhong Changsheng was born in China, his nationality is also Chinese, and his appearance is Westernized, which is completely influenced by his grandmother when he was young.

Hearing the soft greeting from the child, Zhong Changsheng restrained his scrutiny, entered the room kindly, walked to the bed, and bent down to look at Yan Yao.

Immediately, the flashlight he was carrying was turned on, and an old voice sounded: "Yao Yao, open your mouth, ah."

Yan Yao said "ah" cooperatively.

Professor Zhong observed the color of his throat and tongue coating by light, nodded, put away the flashlight, and said, "Go and sit on the chair."

Knowing that it was time to get her pulse, Yan Yao obediently got out of bed, put on the little dinosaur slippers, sat down at the table, and put her hand on the pulse pillow.

Zhong Changsheng's reputation as a master surgeon is very resounding, but his knowledge in Chinese medicine is even deeper. Usually, when he practices medicine, the old man uses Chinese medicine more often.

Yan Yao calmed down, stretched out her hand to feel her pulse quietly, and looked up at the lamp on the ceiling.

Zhong Changsheng obviously noticed the child's movements, waited for his pulse, took notes, put away his notebook, and asked kindly: "Does Yaoyao like the room Professor Fang decorated for you?"

"En." Yan Yao looked back and nodded.

Professor Zhong observed his expression and said, "Apart from these lamps, do you also like that bed?"

Yan Yao was startled when she heard the words, turned her head to look at her bed, and asked hesitantly: "What's wrong with the bed?"

The bed was very soft, and the style was the same as the ones used at home, except that the sheets and pillows were completely black, and scattered small stars were dotted in some places, imitating the night sky in spring.

Yan Yao thought for a while, but didn't think there was anything wrong, and said, "The sheets are the color of the sky at night."

"Yes." Zhong Changsheng nodded, because the old man was leaning against the back of the chair, and his fingers were interlocked. This posture made the gentle eyes behind the glasses look a bit unobviously probing, but the child in front of him was still Immature and ignorant, unable to understand the meaning of the old man.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Changsheng said: "The night sky is mysterious and beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with it. It's just that you are still young, so it is not appropriate to use such serious and heavy colors, and it is not conducive to maintaining a peaceful mood."

What's more, the child in front of him has a beautiful complexion, his skin is whiter than snow, and the black sheets can perfectly set off the indistinguishable beauty of his age, but there is a difference between being weak and neutral, and Yan Yao is a boy.

Zhong Changsheng is not sure whether Fang Li is aware of this problem when he designed this bed, but in any case, Yan Yao's living environment, his dress and hairstyle should not overemphasize this too weak beauty, especially Yan Yao. The medicine is not in good health and has no self-protection ability at all.

"If you like this bed, you can put it away. How about grandpa asking your Uncle Fang to change you into a blue bed sheet? The cloudless sky in the daytime is also beautiful." Zhong Changsheng tried to convince the child.

"Okay." Yan Yao agreed.

Either way, they were all gifts from his father, and it doesn't matter what color they are.

Zhong Changsheng coaxed him again: "Grandpa got a chow chow yesterday, it's still very young, I gave it to you to play at night."

Yan Yao pinched the wooden gourd on her wrist and circled it a few times, and said, "Can I raise it for grandpa, and I can go to play with it when I miss it? I don't know how to raise a puppy."

"Okay, let the assistant take care of it first, and you can go to see it if you like." Zhong Changsheng paused, and said: "The garden next to the Astronomical Research Center has been repaired later, this is a gift from the uncles who came to see you last time, After taking medicine, you can go there to play."

"That's right," Yan Yao thought for a while, and asked, "Do you always come to see my uncle at night when you're still sick?"

"Yes, there are three in total. Don't admit your mistake next time." Zhong Changsheng reminded.

When the old man said that, Yan Yao understood that those three people were probably of high status, and she was not curious, so she nodded seriously.

"Then grandpa is leaving first. You can sleep until six o'clock in the evening after washing, and I will send someone over to call you." Although Zhong Changsheng still had something to ask, he was not in a hurry and left directly.

Yan Yao picked up the clothes on the stool next to her and went to the bathroom.

He spent the next three hours sleeping, recovering his strength, so he didn't know that after Zhong Changsheng left, he went to find Fang Li.

It's just that Fang Li has left the research institute, returned to school, and changed back to Qi Yue.

Qi Xiaocao is not in a very good mood at the moment, sitting in the classroom with a sullen face and writing, her handsome and deep eyebrows are tense, but she is still unbelievably handsome.

He has typical sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, high nose and deep eyes, and deep outline. He does not have the relatively flat face of Asians. He looks more aggressive and has zero affinity.

The pretty school girl in the front seat had already turned her head, and looked at him several times without hesitation, obviously waiting for him to speak, but the school girl was blind.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Qi Yue stood up Shi Shiran and went to the bathroom.

Locking himself into the compartment, the young man raised his hand and sniffed his sleeve lightly. As expected, he smelled the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and there was also a strange smell of medicine in his mouth.

Trying to recall what happened in the last hour in his mind, but it was blank. The only thing that remained the same was that he was still in the youth hostel when he woke up, just like every day in the past ten years.

For a moment, the irritability between the brows and eyes of the gloomy young man became even worse. He put down his hands with a cold face, opened the door and walked out.

Outside the corridor, a few brothers who were playing basketball together were blowing the air.

Qi Yue walked over and leaned against the railing, took out his phone to check the location.

This mobile phone was designed by himself, and it is different from ordinary mobile phones in that it can accurately record the carrier's whereabouts.

However, today's monitoring showed that he separated from the boy in the administrative building, left the school, arrived at the youth hostel, and then there was nothing, and returned to the school from the hostel an hour later.

Obviously, the other man was very cautious. After changing clothes in the hotel, he left his mobile phone behind, but took his shirt away...

It seems that next time we can make a fuss about the shirt, after all, technology is omnipotent.

Qi Xiaocao, who was devoted to fighting wits and courage with him, only lowered his head to study the mobile phone, and didn't even realize how many eyes he attracted by leaning on it so casually.

Until the buddies around him reached out and poked him, winking at him as a hint.

Qi Yue just put away his phone and looked at the shy little girl in front of him.

The sweet-looking girl stood in front of him holding her fingers for a while, then raised her head and said timidly:

"Qi Yue, the Chinese teacher asked me to tell you that there is a city essay writing competition this weekend. Our class has decided that you and I will participate. The teacher asked us to come and watch the video of the essay on Saturday alone. Is it convenient for you?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qi Xiaocao: Technology changes the world, and the goal in this life is to make the most advanced and convenient electronic products that lead the trend of the times.

Yan Yao: It means starting a business and being the boss.

Professor Fang: The universe is mysterious and beautiful, just like a living life. Exploring time and life is my lifelong pursuit.

Yan Yao: It is to study time travel (me and the black hole), and save people by the way.

My father's lofty ideals have all come true, which puts me under a lot of pressure