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

"Little bastard, what are you doing?"

A familiar hoarse voice came from not far away, successfully stopping Yan Yao's finger that continued to wipe ink.

"Woo..." The child quickly hid his little black hands behind his back, stood up straight, and said innocently, "I didn't do anything."

If the four-year-old Yan Yao could post, then the post he most wants to write now is probably: What should I do if my father finds out that I am secretly playing with ink?Very anxious to wait online.

"You're still hiding if you didn't do anything?" Qi Yue's head was about to smoke, he strode over while pressing his throbbing forehead, held his son's thin shoulders, turned him around, and looked down carefully , and touched it with his hands.

Yan Yao didn't dare to resist, but looked at his father pitifully, and whispered: "Dad, Yao Yao misses you very much..."

As he spoke, a thin layer of water mist appeared in his black grape-like eyes, and his little hands secretly grabbed Qi Yue's clothes hem with attachment.

"..." The father suddenly couldn't bear to blame him.

Qi Yue heaved a sigh of relief, let go of his son, and opened his arms towards the child.

Yan Yao immediately jumped over with a happy smile, jumped into his father's arms, wrapped her thin arms around Qi Yue's neck, and kept rubbing her little face.

"Daddy Yaoyao misses you!" the child raised his head and yelled, super lively.

Qi Yue's head suddenly stopped hurting, he couldn't help laughing, folded his arms, and hugged his son.

He put his head down and kissed his son's little face vigorously, then rubbed Yan Yao's fluffy little head, and asked in a low voice: "You little bastard, do you still know you miss me?"

"Yeah! Miss Dad!" Yan Yao immediately replied affirmatively, completely unable to understand that his father was mocking him.

"..." Qi Yue finally found out that his four-year-old son didn't understand the art of language, so he had to say, "You follow Yan Qingcheng every day, and you still have your father in your eyes? Reflect on how long you haven't called me Dad."

Yan Yao's little face was blanked by the training, and she whispered: "Father hasn't come out yet, Yaoyao can't hear you, why do I call you?"

This is very reasonable, even Qi Yue can't refute it.

Qi's father sighed, and asked unwillingly: "Did you miss your father before that? Tell me the truth."

"Yes." Baby Yan Yao has such a sweet mouth, she knows how to answer without even thinking about it, "Yao Yao always dreams about Dad!"

"Oh? What did you dream about me?" Qi Yue let go of his son and looked down at the child carefully.

"I dreamed that my father took me to eat Chuan Chuanxiang! Also, cakes, French fries, and soft ice..." Yan Yao counted on her little finger, but it was obvious that ten little fingers were not enough for him to count, so she pulled again I took a piece of his father's money.

Qi Yue frowned and asked calmly, "Do you miss Dad, or the snacks Dad bought?"

"..." Yan Yao finally realized belatedly that she had said the wrong thing, she quickly covered her mouth with her small hand, and looked at his father nervously.

But his hands were already full of ink, and after covering them like this, his entire face turned black.

Qi Yue couldn't care less about being angry for a while, he quickly pulled his son's hand, reached out to pick him up, and went to the nearest bathroom in the study.

Zhong Changsheng didn't have daily necessities for beauty and medicine, so Qi Yue had no choice but to take a wet tissue, wipe his son's face after wetting it, and wrinkled his eyebrows while wiping and said, "Look at what you have become? How can ink be played with?" of?"

Yan Yao leaned in his father's arms, turned her head to look in the mirror, saw her dark self in the mirror, and pointed to her face out of curiosity, and said softly, "Yao Yao is a kitten!"

"Is this a cat?" Qi Yue carefully wiped it bit by bit, and the paper towels piled up into a small mountain bag, but his son really made it too dark, so there were still some traces left after wiping so carefully, heartbroken I want to go to Suzhou North to order a special decontamination soap later.

The piece sent by Suzhou North last time was already squandered by Yan Yao.

"Uncle Yang has a kitten, it's all black, just like Yao Yao." Yan Yao explained seriously.

Qi Yue lowered his eyes to look at his son, and seeing that the child looked serious, he didn't intend to be funny, so he could only coax him: "There are a lot of cats and cats in the house, you made yourself so black, and then Dad won't even recognize you, no Let you in."

"Father won't!" Yan Yao retorted immediately.

"What about the others?" Qi Yue said angrily. After wiping his son's face, he carried him out and put him at the door of the bathroom. "Wait here, I'll clean up."

As he said that, the old father went into the bathroom by himself, apparently to dispose of the pile of tissues.

Who would have thought that when Yan Yao saw his father go in, she rolled her dark eyes, looked up at the door for a while with her little head up, probably remembering the fun of "painting" just now, then turned her head again, and walked slowly towards the desk Move over there.

There was the sound of flushing in the bathroom, and the child climbed onto the chair, rolled up his sleeves, dipped his little hands in ink, and slowly drew a picture on his arm.

After drawing one hand, switch to the other.Just when he was about to slap his face twice, the bathroom door suddenly clicked and opened.

Yan Yao was so frightened that she quickly slid down from the chair, but he had no time to pull down the sleeves with his two little hands, so he had to hide behind him.

He thought that he would not be discovered by his father if he hid it, but this was just a child's naive and clumsy cover-up, and it was useless at all.

Qi Yue saw his son's blacked-out arm at a glance, reached out to hug him up, and weighed him deliberately.

Seeing that the child clearly wanted to hug his neck but did not dare to move it, Qi Yue laughed angrily, turned his son over lightly, and looked down at the two little arms.

Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Yao quickly howled at the top of her voice, crying out aggrieved: "Too high."

"And then?" Qi Yue asked.

"Yao Yao is scared." Yan Yao howled a few times, then let go of her hands behind her back, and hugged his father.

Qi Yue pressed his son's buttocks lightly twice, but it didn't hurt him. When he saw the child obediently leaning over to rub his face, he couldn't let go, so he carried him out and said in a low voice: " Dad will be blown up by you sooner or later."

"It won't explode, Yaoyao Tiantian's father, it hasn't exploded for many days." He was referring to Yan Qingcheng.

"Of course Yan Qingcheng is easy to talk to." Qi Yue said something casually, but didn't mention it, obviously not really angry.

For an old father like Yan Qingcheng who has lived for several lifetimes, it would be really weird if he still had a bad temper.Qi Yue is the younger version of Yan Qingcheng. In his first life, Yan Qingcheng was also very violent.

The father and son left the study.

As soon as Qi Yue came out, he called the housekeeping robot over and ordered it to go to the study to "destroy the evidence", otherwise Zhong Changsheng would turn around and see it, and he would probably pull off a few beards by mistake.

Yan Yao used ink to paste herself from a milky white dumpling into a black sesame dumpling, not to mention that Qi Yue, who is a father, felt a headache, and even Suzhou Bei, who never liked to take care of children, couldn't stand it.

In the study, her little butt was slapped lightly twice by her father, Yan Yao nestled in his father's arms aggrievedly, was carried to the living room by Qi Yue, and peeked at Professor Su with red eyes.

Suzhou Bei stared at the two faint ink circles on the child's face that were not completely wiped clean for a few seconds, swallowed the tea very restrainedly, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his brows, and said, "You played in the study?" How did you manage to draw multiple circles accurately without a mirror in less than 5 minutes?"

That's right, Yan Yao's chubby face and lotus joint-like arms all have traces of black circles, which are really ugly at first glance.

If he hadn't inherited his father's super good looks, and he was strong enough to support him, Professor Su would call him ugly right now.

Yan Yao didn't know that her aesthetics were different, the child glared at Professor Su unhappily, and whispered: "Yao Yao's paintings are very beautiful, and my father said that he has a personal style."

"... Seriously?" Suzhou Bei turned to look at Qi Yue.

Qi Yue had already relieved the initial wave of headaches. Hearing this, he stretched out his hand and gently wiped his son's small face. Seeing that those faint traces could not be wiped off, he had no choice but to reply out of conscience: "My son has innovative ideas. , much like me."

After Suzhou Bei heard it, he remembered that Qi Yue himself was a master who was full of whimsical ideas and good at inventing various new electronic products, and suddenly felt that it was understandable.

The father and son are completely carved out of the same mold. Although there is a little difference in aesthetics, the essence will never change.

Thinking of this, Suzhou Bei reached out and summoned his accompanying housekeeping robot, opened the locker, took out an unopened piece of medicinal soap, and said, "Little ghost, come and smell this soap, do you like it?"

"Soap!" Yan Yao likes playing with bubbles in the bath the most, and naturally also likes shower gel and soap, so she hurriedly struggled to get past it.

However, Qi Yue tightly circled his son, and said to Suzhou North: "Does Professor Su have any soap specially designed for decontamination last time? This kid's face may not be clean without that thing."

Suzhou Bei took a closer look at Yan Yao, nodded in agreement, called the robot over, took a whole box of decontamination soap from the previous delivery, and said:

"Take them all away. You don't need to be paid, just help me record the effects of using them. Although these soaps have no side effects at all, the smell of medicine is too strong. Ordinary people don't like to use them, but this kid likes them."

"Well, thank you." Qi Yue responded, let go of his hand, and let his son run over, hugging the soap box.

He hasn't come out for a long time, it's almost a year now, and he's a bit unfamiliar with the outside world.

Seeing Qi Yue's dull expression, Suzhou North raised his eyebrows for a moment, waved his hand and walked away without saying anything.

The one-year fusion of personalities has had an impact in the end, just by looking at Qi Yue's bland expression that looks like Yan Qingcheng, one can get a glimpse of it.Of course, such a reaction is not permanent, it just needs time and space to recover.

Qi Yue and Suzhou Bei had very little communication in the past, Fang Li was the one who negotiated most of the time, so there was no reaction, just looking deeply at his son who was playing with soap.

The housekeeping robot quickly cleaned up the study and walked out.

Seeing this, Qi Yue waved to his son and said, "Come quickly, run away with your father."

"Run away?" Yan Yao turned around suspiciously, saw her father waving to her, and rushed back holding the soap box.

Qi Yue bent down to catch his son, and actually lifted him on his back. With his big hands, he supported his son on his back, and said: "Hold it well."

"Okay!" Yan Yao clumsily lay on her father's back, shaking her little feet, and urged, "Father, let's go."

"Do you still know that you caused trouble?" Qi Yue strode out the door with the child on his back, deliberately took a detour to avoid the places where Zhong Changsheng often walked, but instead of returning to his laboratory, he walked outside.

"Where are you going, Dad?" Yan Yao whispered into her ear.

"...Go to school. Your father hasn't graduated from college yet." Qi Yue said this, and suddenly wanted to see his son cry when he was sent to kindergarten, but when he thought about it, he would definitely feel distressed at that time, so let's wait.