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

The weather in early spring was not very good. During the day, the light rain turned to clear, and at night, the clear turned to cloudy.

It is said that the spring is cold, not to mention that the night is falling now, and the stars are dotted in the high night sky, which is inevitably a bit lonely.

Fang Li walked for a while with Yan Yao in his arms, then carefully put the child down, took off his trench coat, and put it on for Yan Yao.

He was tall and tall, he was wearing a well-fitting windbreaker, but Yan Yao looked like a child who was wearing an adult's clothes. The hem hung down to Yan Yao's calf, looking like a clumsy penguin.

Yan Yao didn't care about her own image, she just raised her head and looked at the other person expectantly with her dark and slightly round peach blossom eyes.

Without the camouflage of the windbreaker, Fang Li looks younger. Although he has changed his appearance with potions and looks much more mature than his actual age, in the final analysis, this body is only 18 years old, and it is full of vigor and vigor. Leopard's age, the wantonness and pride in his bones cannot be suppressed easily.

Yan Yao sized up the young man in front of her for several times before she stretched out her hands eagerly. This look was like a child begging for a hug.

It's a pity that Fang Li has always been indifferent and restrained. He lowered his eyes unmoved, looked at him, and said, "It's time to go back, I haven't taken the medicine yet."

Yan Yao shook her head hastily, and continued to stretch out her hand stubbornly.

Under the faint moonlight, the slender and soft fingers were covered with a circle of faint light, making them surprisingly weak.

He stretched out his hand persistently, and the windbreaker he was wearing quickly slipped down along with the movement.

Fang Li frowned slightly, grabbed the collar quickly, lifted it up, and put it back on Yan Yao.

After contemplating for a moment, the young man simply bent down, grabbed Yan Yao's wrist, and helped the child put on the windbreaker.

Immediately, Fang Li stretched out his hand and gently pushed Yan Yao's thin back, and led the person a few steps.

The too long sleeves covered Yan Yao's hands, and he didn't get the hug he asked for. He lowered his head quietly, his lively eyes became calm, and looked at the two long roads, one tall and one short, on the road under the moonlight. shadow.

Fang Li is Yan Qingcheng, Qi Yue is Yan Qingcheng, his father.

At this moment in the dead of night, Yan Yao told herself so again.

But time seems to change too many things, he has to admit, without memory, in his father's eyes, he is just a strange child, that's all.

Perhaps, he was still an unreasonable and overly clingy child who could change at will. Before today, he was still afraid of Fang Li, but now he asked him to hug him.

Time flies, his father has restarted his life, but he is still standing still, living in memory.

Yan Yao walked slowly with Fang Li for a long time, he walked slowly, Fang Li cooperated with him, and took a step behind, as if watching him walk well.

Looking at it from the youth's point of view, one can only see the two round hairs on the top of the child's head, and the way he walks is also a little slow. He is so delicate and beautiful, but at this time he has no wit and is so cute and stupid.

Fang Li has always been very measured in doing things, he has clear standards for dealing with people, and never easily does things that are not planned. This kind of personality is closer to Yan Qingcheng's, noble and indifferent, and unkind.

However, Yan Yao in front of him suddenly stopped, and when he squatted down on the side of the road, Fang Li took back the original steps.

The young man stood quietly for a few seconds, but he didn't hear Yan Yao's voice, so he turned around and squatted down in front of the child.

The squatting postures of one big and one small are very different. One is leaning on his knee with one elbow, staring down at the child, while the other is sitting obediently on the edge of the flower bed with his arms around his calf.

Fang Li's eyes were unclear, he raised his hand to look at the child's face, then withdrew his hand and asked, "Why don't you leave, feel tired?"

Yan Yao's face was numb, and her dark eyes were a little dazed, but she didn't have any signs of losing her temper. She just whispered: "Yao Yao wants to watch the moon for a while. It's very close to the building where I live, and there are patrols. Uncle, the professor should go back first."

The child speaks clearly and calmly, and seems to have no problems.

But he doesn't call Fang Li "Father" or "Uncle" anymore.

Fang Li stared at him silently for a while, then asked: "Aren't you afraid of being alone?"

"No. I've been out many times." Yan Yao said obediently, and added, "I just want to see the moon."

Fang Li stared at him intently, then suddenly raised his hand, covering the child's head with his slender and broad hand, and said, "I'll watch it with you."

Yan Yao shook her head resolutely, and said, "Grandpa Zhong is still looking for you today, and Professor Fang doesn't have much time to come out...wait for you, wait for you and grandpa to finish talking about business, and come find me when you have time."

He spoke so sensiblely, Fang Li didn't say anything for a while, just rubbed the child's head, withdrew his hand, and said, "Then I'll go first, Professor Zeng's office is in front, I'll let him come and accompany you."

After finishing speaking, the young man stood up, turned his head and left.

Yan Yaoan quietly watched the other party's tall and straight back disappearing in the night, until it was out of sight, then she looked back and looked up at the moon that climbed out of the clouds again.

It's almost fifteen, and the moon is getting rounder.

After looking at it for a while, he lowered his head, rested his chin on his knees, took a deep breath again, wrapped his hands around his knees, and buried his face in it.

He was so sad that he was not sure that Fang Li would see it, so he could only find a way to drive him away.

Yan Qingcheng doesn't remember him, it's not a matter for people to decide, it's because he understands this truth, knowing that he has no reason to make troubles, lose his temper or cry, that's why Yan Yao is so calm.

But when he grows up, he understands the truth, so why is he still so sad.

Yan Yao never thought he was such a strong child, as early as childhood in his previous life, he was spoiled by Yan Qingcheng.

When he was young, no matter where he went, Yan Qingcheng would hold Yan Yao in his arms.

There are many things in the company, and the child is very young, so Yan Qingcheng takes him to work every day.

It was very cold in winter, and the parking lot was some distance away from their apartment. Yan Qingcheng wrapped Yan Yao, who was only three years old, like a ball, and always took off his coat to wrap him inside, leaving only a gap .

In this way, as soon as little Yan Yao raised her head, she would be able to see her father's chin through the slit, and would no longer cry freely.

The child was very naughty, and would often sneak out his hand to open the slit, stick his head out, and look at the tall shadow of his father under the lonely street lamp.

He was spoiled, from the age of less than two months, until he was 12 years old, when Yan Qingcheng started to develop his career abroad.

And in the cold weather and under the dim moonlight, the tall and straight shadow of my father has been seen for more than ten years, and it will always be imprinted in my mind.

In fact, he also knew that it was inappropriate to act like a baby with Fang Li so suddenly.

Fang Li was willing to hug him once because he doted on him, just like other professors in the institute.

But there is a difference between this kind of doting and father's love.

Yan Yao's insistence today is just to save the last thought, but the thought was broken, and he didn't get angry and cry.

The child sat on the edge of the flower bed for a long time, until the familiar fiery breath approached him, and the strong hand passed through the bend of his leg,

She hugged his thin back, and hugged him tightly into her arms with a little force. When he stood up, he didn't even react, and just buried his head stupidly.

The visitor lowered his deep phoenix eyes, stared at Mu Mu's small face in his arms for a while, and then said: "You are still so young, you know how to fool adults with a sullen face, you little liar."

Yan Yao originally had her eyes closed, but after being reprimanded, she slowly came to her senses and opened her eyes to look at the person holding him.

It was Fang Li who had gone and returned.

Or it should be said that it was Fang Li who had recovered his original appearance and was indistinguishable from Yan Qingcheng.

Yan Yao was held in mid-air, one hand subconsciously grabbed the shirt on Fang Li's chest, and it took a long time before she whispered: "I'm not a liar, Yao Yao is here to watch the moon."

"Really?" Fang Li asked back, "23 minutes, 10 minutes to keep your head down, 2 minutes to watch the moon, and you say you're not a liar?"

Yan Yao stopped talking, just pouted her mouth sadly, put her arms around Fang Li's neck, and buried her face on Fang Li's shoulder.

The shirt on the shoulders slowly became wet.

Fang Li was silent for a while, walked back with the person in his arms, and explained in a low voice: "I didn't leave you behind, the disguise potion has an expiry date, I planned to send you back before it expired, and I just left, how did I know you have such a bad temper, no I still cry when I walk with you in my arms."

Yan Yao got angry, raised her head, and retorted loudly with her red eyes: "I'm not bad-tempered."

"Why not bad?" Fang Liming asked knowingly.

"I told you to leave quickly, I didn't make trouble with you." Yan Yao frowned and said aggrievedly.

"That's how you mess around." Fang Li said coldly, "You should tell me if you are unhappy, and you must know how to fight for what you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's voice became a little gentler again, and he said in a low voice: "You are in such poor health, you were not raised normally, and no one will force you to be sensible and back down."

Yan Yao listened blankly, lowered her head, and buried her face.

But a familiar voice came from his ear, just like what Yan Qingcheng said in the past.

"As long as you want the medicine, you can get it."

This was said by 26-year-old Yan Qingcheng when Yan Yao was five years old.Fang Li said the same thing when he was 18 years old.

Yan Yao clenched her small fists, and softly said the same answer: "I only want Dad."

"as you wish."

Not far away, the two slender figures standing behind the notice board also stood for a long time.

Zhong Changsheng's eyes flickered behind the lens for a moment, then fell silent again. He turned to look at Chen Mu beside him, and said:

"I hope that regarding this child and his father, neither the research institute nor anyone in the school will intervene."

Chen Mu met the shrewd eyes of the old man and said, "Of course. I will ensure that no one from the school interferes with this matter."