I Found Myself Pregnant After Becoming An Omega

"How bad is it?" The old father raised his head and looked at the moon outside the window.

His voice was soft and natural, so calm, and so calm, as if it didn't matter what Ji Yu said.

The entangled heart seemed to be gently caressed by a hand, the anxiety just disappeared instantly, and the whole person became calm.

Ji Yu pursed his lips and hesitated without saying a word.

Say it? Should I say it?

What should I do after I say it?

"Is it hard to tell?"

Ji Yu looked down and replied: "It's a bit difficult."

"Then what you said is a bad thing against the law?"

Ji Yu shook his head: "No."

"Is it against morality?"

Ji Yu thought for a while and shook his head hesitantly: "I, I don't know either."

Suicide is neither illegal nor moral, but he left behind a seven-month-old baby who is incapable of survival.

There is no law to rely on and no moral restraint in the soul crossing, but it is him who benefits, he has the good life of others.

"So, do you want to talk to me?"

Ji Yu blinked without saying a word.

I think, it doesn’t feel good to have so many secrets in my heart. He always dreams of the past at midnight, dreams of the crying little baby, dreams of Xie Yuxing carrying himself and taking pictures of his physical examination report to others...

When I was awake, I always thought that I had robbed other people's things. All the good things he felt should belong to the original body, not his.

"I want to say, but..." His lips moved, and finally closed.

"Can't tell, can you?"

Ji Yu lowered his head: "Yes."

"Then do you think it would be better to tell me by writing?" The old father tilted his head, and the moonlight outside the window softly shone on his face, making his look very gentle.

Before Ji Yu could say a word, he got out of bed, opened the safe hidden at the bottom of the closet, and took out a thick leather book from it and handed it to Ji Yu.

Ji Yu took it: "What is this?"

The old father rubbed Ji Yu’s head with a smile, and said, “Is this also forgotten? It’s a dialogue book between our father and son. If there is anything we can’t say in person, just write it here, and then give the book to the other party. , The other party writes the reply on it and communicates it in the notebook from beginning to end, without mentioning a word when meeting."

After speaking, he sighed slightly, "I haven't used this book for a long time, and I still miss it a little bit."

Ji Yu hugged the notebook tightly and nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will write now." He was about to get out of bed and turn on the light.

The old father hurriedly grabbed Ji Yu's shoulder: "Don't worry, go to bed first. It's too late now. The doctor also said that you have to rest, especially if your brain is injured. Don't think about it. It will affect your recovery."

"But I want to write." Ji Yu raised his eyes, without any sleepiness in his eyes.

"I want to write now." He said stubbornly again.

Seeing Jiyu’s strong desire to talk, the old father stopped him for a while and didn’t stop him again. “Then I, an old man, should go to bed first. Please pay attention to the time. Don’t get up so early tomorrow morning and go to bed. Go lazy."

"Ok, I know."

As soon as he walked out the door, the old father turned back and said, "By the way, I am especially concerned about why I call me "Uncle". You must write it down in your notebook, otherwise I will not be able to sleep tomorrow night."

Ji Yu nodded earnestly and promised: "I will write."

"That's fine, dad go to sleep first."

After all, the old father left, and Jiyu was left in the room.

The surroundings became quiet again. This time Jiyu didn’t think about it anymore. Instead, he walked to the desk and turned on the light. He looked at the leather book in front of him intently and reverently, as if it was not just a book, but a bottle. A panacea that can save lives.

The cowhide seems to be a few years old, the edges and corners of the outer skin are slightly warped, and the color is much darker due to oxidation, but when the inner page is opened, the paper inside is flat and clean, and is very well preserved.

On the first page, the characters are written with watercolor pen.

The font is big and scattered, like a graffiti of a first-year child, it says--

[Dad, I dreamed of my mother last night, I had tōutōu crying, but in the morning, my father said that I did not cry. 】

The following is a line of pen writing, the handwriting is smooth and unrestrained——

[Stupid son! I've seen your father a long time ago! It's okay to cry once occasionally, you are still the little man in your father's heart, but you can't cry all the time! Also, your handwriting is so ugly, my father decided to take you to a calligraphy class. 】

【I do not want. 】

[Then dad ask again tomorrow. 】

Ji Yu couldn't hold back, he chuckled.

He put his hand to his lips, and gently turned the book back, one by one, one page after another. The notes that were obviously belonging to the child gradually matured, changing from a watercolor pen to a pencil, and then from a pencil to a black pen. , The font has also changed from a loose and oversized font to a ugly but still ugly dog ​​crawling character.

Ji Yu couldn't help thinking, probably this calligraphy class has never been completed.

Before I knew it, my heart became soft and supple, and my eyes followed like sand, and he was smiling and crying.

Every dialogue inside is full of family warmth. Ji Yu can see that although the original body did not have a mother when he was very young, his father gave him all his love.

He respects his son and supports his son.

He was not overly pampering, not serious and pressing, maintaining an exact degree, soothing his son's occasional little sadness, and affirming his son's diligence and seriousness, and his words humorously narrowed the distance between father and son.

so good.

that's nice.

Ji Yu sniffed and turned the book to a brand new page.

I turned on my phone and realized that it was already 2:40 in the morning. The night outside the window was thicker. A faint mist climbed on the glass. A wild cat jumped from the bushes and disappeared quickly with a meow.

Ji Yu picked up the pen and took a deep breath.

He wiped away his tears, his slightly flushed eyes looked at the leather notebook in front of him seriously, then he took off his pen cap, lifted the pen more seriously than he was taking an exam, and began to write.

It seemed that he wanted to vent all the grievances and all the sadness he had experienced over the years. He wrote from his life experience without thinking about it, everything was fine.

Write about mother's crying and father's indifference.

Write about the great changes in the family when he was ten years old, about the death of mother, the sudden disappearance of grandparents, and about the stepmother's entrance, with the brother who was one month older than him.

Write about his running away from home, about the death of his grandparents.

He wrote that he was alone and penniless. He went to class, part-time job, sleep, class, part-time job, and sleep day after day. Only a friend named Xie Yuxing would accompany him occasionally.

Write about campus bullying and helplessness in the toilet cubicle.

Just writing here, Ji Yu’s tears shed several times, and a drop of water slipped from his chin and fell on the fairly thick paper. The paper was wet and wet again, and the color of the horizontal lines was gradually blurred. , The paper also becomes uneven.

He raised his head and slowed down for a while, and his chest rose and fell several times before his breathing gradually stabilized.

But when I picked up the pen again, the mist filled my eyes again in an instant.

He continued to write, write that he had had enough, wanted to marry a rich man with a face, write about his stupidity, write about his own delusions, write about his innocence and be trampled on and play, write about wrong encounters, write right Look for the persistence of the backer, write about the impermanence and teasing of fate...

Write about the days when he was miserable and utterly confused, about the ridicule and scorn of the people around him, and about the only good friend he found that he had been with him for more than ten years, who had been betraying him, monitoring him, and deceiving him.

Finally, write down one word at a time--

[I committed suicide. 】

These four words briefly and clearly summarized the end of his life.

Ji Yu couldn't help but read it lightly, and could still feel extremely relaxed and relieved through these four words.

Obviously he thought not long ago that he shouldn’t be obsessed, shouldn’t be stubborn, and should change to a different way of living, what should be, but when he re-strokes the past experience and recalls it again, he again feels that the choice of suicide, It's also pretty good.

When I put down the pen again, it was already bright outside the window.

The sun rose into the sky, and the soft light filled the world.

The eyes that had cried fiercely were a little photophobic, and Ji Yu squinted uncomfortably.

But he just wants to see the rising sun, the vigorous early morning scene, the parents who get up early to send their children to school, the young people who watch the morning jogs, the old people who walk their dogs to buy food...

It's a new day again, so good.

Jiyu did not sleep anymore, but went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

After washing up, he felt much better. He walked to the table and glanced at him. Yesterday he wrote a few pages of words eloquently. He felt refreshed after pouring out, and he was also ashamed of hypocritical words.

For a while, I felt that this was my real life, and for a while, I felt that it was useless to be able to complain so much.

But after struggling for a while, he closed the notebook, carefully buckled the outer button, and then took a deep breath, holding the notebook and left the room.

Ji Yu walked to the door of the old father's bedroom, and put down the notebook in a precious and important way.

Just standing up straight, the door opened from the inside.

The sleepy-eyed old father appeared at the door, and he waved to Jiyu: "As expected of the father and son, with a clear heart." His gaze swept over Jiyu's red and swollen eyes, "Stop for a night? The eyes are so red. ."

Speaking of squatting down, he picked up the book lying on the ground with both hands, "I have to take a good look at what is written in it."

Ji Yu's heart was throbbing wildly, his ears and cheeks were flushed, his lips moved and moved, and after a long while he uttered a sentence: "Uncle, you, how are you?"

The old father was taken aback: "Huh? Body? My body is pretty good."

The hand hanging to his side was tightly clenched, Ji Yu licked his lips, and said: "You, you don't have a heart disease or other diseases that cannot be frightened?"

The old father blinked, "Is there any explosive information in the book?"

Ji Yu swallowed and nodded seriously: "Yes, it's a bit scary."

"Then I like watching horror movies, I'm not afraid of being scary."

The old father smiled, "Okay, then I will take it back and watch it, and try to get back to you sooner."

Ji Yu waved his hand hurriedly: "No, you don't need to rush to reply to me, I am not in a hurry."

"All right, then I'll have breakfast and watch."

"Okay, I, I'll go back to the room first."

"Go ahead."

The old father raised his lips and smiled, "You don't need to be so nervous."

Ji Yu lowered his eyes and ran back to the room quickly.

The door closed with a bang, and he immediately exhaled for a long time, his whole body seemed to be drained instantly, his heart beating wildly, his body limp like noodles, and he couldn't stand still and sat on the ground.

He said it.

He said it all.

How to do? What's next?

What would he think of himself? Do you feel bad? Do you think you have robbed his son's life? Will you chase yourself out angrily?

A lot of question marks are generated in the brain.

Obviously he didn't exercise vigorously, but Ji Yu was still sweating.

He closed his eyes and curled up motionless in the doorway.

He raised his head slightly, his hands hung on his side, his neck unreservedly exposed, as if waiting for the final judgment of fate.

Waiting and waiting, he yawned.

After the extreme excitement of the brain, tiredness surged exponentially.

He is sleepy.

He only closed his eyes, his head tilted to the side involuntarily, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

The body couldn't help sliding down, and finally lay directly on the ground.

Time ticked by, and it was the dog barking outside the door that woke up Jiyu.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, and found that the sky outside the window was full of glow and half of the sun sank into the horizon.

After a moment of stunner, Ji Yu suddenly sat up.

Regardless of the stiffness and soreness of his whole body, he turned on his phone and looked at the time-it was six o'clock in the evening, when the sun was down and the lights were beginning to come on.

He actually slept for more than eight hours.

Open the door quickly, but the door is empty, there is nothing, only a big golden retriever who heard the door opened and hurried over.

It whimpered in its mouth, its tail flicked and flicked, and when it saw Ji Yu, it lifted its foot and pulled his trousers, then bit his trouser leg and pulled it out.

Ji Yu walked out of the door and glanced at the bedroom diagonally opposite——

The door was closed tightly, as seen in the morning.

Unable to tell what it was like, Ji Yu pursed his lower lip and followed Jin Mao downstairs.

Seeing the empty dog ​​food bowl, he suddenly had a count. Obviously, the old father didn't eat breakfast, but directly read the notes he wrote, and he never went out of the bedroom for the next day.

"Woo." Blinking little by little, wagging his tail aggrievedly.

Ji Yu touched its head and said, "I'll feed you now, goodbye."

He took out dog food and freeze-dried from the cabinet next to him, then squeezed yogurt into the bowl, then sat cross-legged to the side, watching to eat bit by bit.

While it was eating, Jiyu snored its long hair.

Even after a long sleep, his face still doesn't look good, because he is worried about the old father's reaction.

Ji Yu thought that he would definitely not get a response from the other party today, but didn't want to go upstairs after feeding the dog, so he saw a cowhide book lying quietly on the ground at the door of his bedroom.

Ji Yu stared wide and walked over quickly.

He picked up the notebook and opened it eagerly. He couldn't even wait to enter the door and looked directly at the lights in the hallway.

He thought he would get a long and long response after writing so many pages, but unexpectedly, there was only a short line of words——

[So, do you know where my son is? 】

Ji Yu read this sentence and read it, read it and read it.

As the old saying goes, reading a book a hundred times is self-explanatory, but he has read it a hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times, and the meaning contained in these short words is still not fully understood.

When I lift the pen again, the nib seems heavy.

Ji Yu hesitated, not knowing what words and sentences to use to respond to the simplest but most difficult question from his father's heart.

He really didn't know where the original body went, nor did he know whether the soul of the original body still existed in the world.

He doesn't know anything, but he doesn't want to answer that he doesn't know.

[I think your son’s experience should be the same as mine. I put it on his body, and he put it on me, our souls exchanged, and we became each other.

Because it happens to be, my name is Ji Yu, and he looks like your son.

It just so happened that something happened to us, hovering on the edge of life and death.

So I think we should become each other at some point because of reasons that science cannot explain.

This is the most reasonable answer I think. 】

The book was placed back in front of the bedroom again.

The next day until late at night, Ji Yu did not receive the book, nor did he see the other person's figure.

On the third day, there was still nothing.

On the fourth day, the door opened, and he finally saw the cowhide at the door again. It was lying quietly on the ground, with countless memories and secrets wrapped in its cover.

Ji Yu took a breath, then picked up the notebook and opened it slowly--

[Hello from Jiyu from another world, I am Ji Peiyan, the father of Jiyu from this world.

Before my son returns, let's spend the rest of the day happily together.

And, come down for breakfast, I made it. 】

The author has something to say: the next chapter should begin with the passage of time**.

The original owner's Fan Wai won't write too much, as long as he falls quickly.

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