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

The issue of son's education is still very important, and Qi Yue is finally on his mind.

But he is the younger version of Yan Qingcheng after all, he is really 19 years old, he has no experience in this field, and he has to teach his son before dating, it is really embarrassing him.

Based on this, Qi Yue called Zhong Changsheng when he was on the road and asked him a lot of questions.

Yan Yao was sitting on the side rubbing a pile of colorful plasticine, pinching it just like his father, obviously trying to pinch a little daddy out.

But he is not completely focused on playing, and listening to his father while pinching.

"Well, make more friends... don't go far, just watch from the side?"

"What if he fights with someone? I'm sure I'll protect my son. The problem is that he beats someone up... Well, I see, I apologize, teach him not to fight? This may be difficult, Dean, I always fight Grown up...cough, I understand, beat the bad guys."

"Don't hug me to sleep all the time? But my son is only four years old, he doesn't sleep with me, and he cries when he has nightmares... Just wait, it's okay to wait until he is six or seven years old."

"Toys are enough, buy a few new ones a day... to give away? That's impossible, he will keep it at home when he doesn't play, the baby must be like something, and he refuses to give it to others. Didn't someone break it last time?" Did he chase and beat his dinosaur all the way?"

"My son's possessiveness is not a day or two anymore. He is relatively independent and doesn't want to talk to children...Okay, I will pay more attention...Then I will try. Thank you, Dean, don't worry, I won't release water..."

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The old father held his mobile phone and consulted the principal about parenting for a long time, which almost made Yan Yao think that his father had been transmigrated.

In the eyes of Little Superman, his father and relatives are supermen, the most powerful fighters in the world, everyone in the school worships him, and the school grass has become an invisible school bully. Even Yan Yao felt unaccustomed to becoming humble and polite, very unreal.

The more the child listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. Before Qi Yue hung up the phone, he couldn't help but patted his father's arm and said worriedly: "Dad, did you... Grandpa bullied you! Grandpa secretly scolded you, didn't you! "

"???" Zhong Changsheng on the other end of the phone was so angry that his beard rose up, and he laughed and cursed, "This kid is talking bad things about grandpa again... Wait, let Yaoyao answer the phone."

Qi Yue hurriedly covered his son's small mouth to prevent him from talking nonsense, and couldn't help laughing: "The little bastard is just playing around, the dean, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Oh cai moyou woo woo!" Yan Yao retorted, twisting her small body, staring at his father accusingly with her dark peach eyes, but her mouth was covered too tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.

Zhong Changsheng listened there for a while, but he didn't hear Yan Yao speak again. He knew that the child must have been covered, so he was neither smiling nor smiling, so he sighed helplessly, and said slowly:

"You are his father. It is easy for children to imitate adults. Whatever you do, he will follow you. So you have to change your mouth habits such as swearing and foul language. Don't fight at school. He will inevitably follow suit when he sees it."

"Yes, I understand." Qi Yue rarely agreed solemnly, then gave his son a warning look, and let go of his hand slightly to prevent the child from having difficulty breathing.

Yan Yao angrily went to break his father's wrist, but without breaking it, she put the plasticine on the back of Qi Yue's hand, patted it vigorously, thought about it, and still felt angry, so she stuffed the toy frog and the plasticine together into his father's pocket, and the wallet that was taken out was thrown aside.

The little bully got angry, it was impossible not to make trouble, Qi Yue rubbed his son's head, and didn't care about him, just listened to Zhong Changsheng's instructions over there.

"Qingcheng loves medicine too much. This year, he basically responded to everything he asked for. He got skinny after raising a child. Look at him now. He can poke a hole every day when he is angry. Although children are naturally This is naughty, but it's too much, especially when it comes to beating people, there must be a limit."

"Well, I know. Don't worry, I will teach him well." Qi Yue looked at his son reassuringly, and replied to Zhong Changsheng in a very sincere tone.

Zhong Changsheng said: "Qingcheng has also raised this issue before, but he has always been cold-tempered. If he is stricter, I am afraid that Yaoyao will remember the past, so it is most suitable for you to come."

Qi Yue himself has a hot temper, and there is not much shadow of Yan Qingcheng on him. He is the most obvious personality among the three personalities, and he is also the most different from Yan Qingcheng. Therefore, even if he gets along with his son, even if he is stricter, it is not easy to arouse the child's sadness. thing.

For this personality replacement, they unanimously decided that Qi Yue would come out instead of Fang Li, for this reason.

Qi Yue also understood this truth, so he didn't have any objections. He only chatted with Zhong Changsheng for a few more words, and then said goodbye.

Yan Yao has been listening carefully, and was busy playing tricks at first, but now seeing his father's slightly worried expression, he pouted again and stopped silently.

The father didn't hear anything, so he glanced at his son distractedly, and coaxed: "What's wrong? Are you going to be a little puffer fish?"

"Make a big puffer fish." Yan Yao scratched her father's hand unhappily, and consciously pulled the plasticine off, threw it into the box, went to her pocket, and took out the little frog.

Feeling his son's movements, Qi Yue freed his hand to grab his son's limp hand, squeezed it in his palm, and slowed down his voice: "Who would scold me like that? What are you angry about?"

"Qi Dad, Qi medicine." The child frowned aggrievedly.

Qi Yue raised his eyebrows in a funny way, and joked: "I was angry with my father just now, but now I'm even angry with myself. Touch your stomach, is it swollen like a balloon?"

"Hmph, Dad has changed. He didn't care about Yaoyao making troubles before, but now that Yaoyao is making troubles, Dad is very worried, and then Yaoyao doesn't dare to play anymore..." The child drooped his head as he spoke, chattering with each other. Scratch his father's palm.

Qi Yue didn't expect his son to notice his emotional changes. He was stunned for a while, and then he came back to his senses after a few seconds, and coaxed: "Isn't this very good? It means that Yaoyao is so young, so she is sensible, isn't it? It's really naughty, at least I know how to think about my father."

"Really?" Yan Yao felt a little happier now, and asked expectantly: "Will dad not like me doing bad things?"

"It depends on what you do. It's definitely not okay to hit someone for no reason, and it's not okay to hurt yourself. Everything else is the same."

Such a requirement can be said to be very low, and it is much lower than what Qi Yue and Zhong Changsheng promised on the phone. Obviously, the old father does not want to do it overnight, but plans to take it slowly.

Yan Yao was still young and didn't understand the difference, she felt that her father's request was the same as before, she immediately felt relieved, and sweetly said, "Dad Yaoyao likes you the most!"

"En." Qi Yue was rarely confessed by his son, subconsciously cleared his throat, and forcibly controlled his flying mood, but the joy in the corners of his eyes and brows was still obvious, and he couldn't suppress it.

It's a pity that the child doesn't know how to read words and expressions. When he saw his father being so indifferent, he snorted dissatisfiedly and muttered: "Stinky dad."

"?" Qi Yue was a little confused, gently squeezed his son's little hand as if punishing him, and said casually, "Smelly medicine."

"Smelly dad." The child puffed up his cheeks.

"Smelly medicine." Qi Yue hooked his lips.

"Stinky dad!" The child gradually called out.

"Smelly medicine." Qi Yue didn't change his face, and even felt happy.

"Stinky dad!" The child got annoyed and slapped his dad on the back of his hand.

Qi Yue burst out laughing.

Yan Yao received the ruthless ridicule from her father, and slapped her again angrily. Who knew that the slap was too hard, and instead, she slapped her little hand red, and immediately burst into tears from the pain, and she was about to cry with her mouth flattened.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qi Yue quickly stopped laughing, took his son out of the baby seat, took his little hand and exaggeratedly blew a few times, kissed him twice, and coaxed: "It doesn't hurt."

"Daddy bullied me." The child whispered aggrievedly.

"How can there be?" Qi Yue couldn't admit it, and his son absolutely flooded him with tears, "Just now Dad was just manipulated by this frog, and it's all the fault of the frog, so we should take medicine."

"Really?" After being coaxed a few times, Yan Yao actually believed it. She reached out to grab the little frog and patted it twice before stuffing it into her pocket.

Qi Yue hurriedly held back his smile, but at least he still remembered not to teach his son badly, so he said: "This time it's my father who is not good, so I shouldn't scold Yaoyao, but Yaoyao can't just get angry again, okay? "

"Can't be angry?" The child was puzzled.

"You can be angry, but you're tired all day long, aren't you? You can discuss things if you have something to say. Dad is not unreasonable."

"Alright then, Yaoyao won't make trouble." Yan Yao then nodded.

Qi Yue got out of the car with his son in his arms and went to the classroom to report.

It is said that Zi Xiao's father, Qi Yue has a hot temper, and even his son is born like a small firecracker, but Qi Yue is an adult after all, with strong self-control ability, and will not get angry casually, but his son is too young to control it, so adults can only watch .

Qi Yue lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose with his son, thinking, he must be a good example.