he can fly

One hundred and three.

"Very well, you finally noticed me.

I am death. "

-

Yan Tang returned home and controlled himself not to think about Yan Dong as much as possible.

He didn't want to bring negative emotions to Aibao.

In any case, facing Ai Bao who is always happy, Yan Tang still wants to be happy instead of destroying Ai Bao's good mood.

During the time spent with Ai Bao, Yan Tang really had no time to think about these miscellaneous things.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, Ai Bao ran over wearing his own soft pink piggy slippers, snapping, snapping,

He held Yan Tang's arm, opened and closed his small mouth and talked non-stop, Yan Tang really had no other thoughts to think about other things.

He listened to the babbling of Ai Bao beside him.

Ai Bao sticks to Yan Tang very tightly, once the two of them sit next to each other and there is no one else around, Ai Bao will hug Yan Tang no matter what.

Like a fat pig clinging to its warm nest.

Every time Yan Tang carries Ai Bao, he feels that his mood is much brighter.

At least I didn't feel the severe cold just like being in the polar region.

However, when Yan Tang and Ai Bao went to bed to get ready for bed, Ai Bao babbled and stopped pestering Yan Tang.

In the quiet darkness, Yan Tang's thoughts diverged uncontrollably.

He thought of Yan Dong again.

It sounds a bit cold-blooded, but in fact, Yan Tang does not feel pity for Yan Dong who contracted AIDS.

He said to Yan Dong before that sooner or later you will play yourself to death.

At that time, Yan Dong was drunk, ignored him, staggered out of the house, and went out to be someone's dog again.

What really makes Yan Tang hard to let go is probably his indelible hatred, indelible love and indelible disappointment towards Yan Dong.

When Yan Tang opened his eyes, he recalled all the past, he felt that there would no longer be waves in his heart, and he felt that he could accept Yan Dong's ending now.

However, when Yan Tang closed his eyes, Yan Dong, who took him to adventure in the woods when he was a child, and Yan Dong who made a paper airplane with him...

Yan Dong smiled happily, and he and Yan Tang flew a kite together.

Accidentally, the thread broke and the kite floated far away.

Those were all the colors of his childhood.

Yan Dong led the little Yan Tang, and they stood on the lawn, looking at the kite flying away from a distance.

Yan Tang found that he still couldn't accept the fact that Yan Dong might leave him.

Although he hates him.

But he loves him too.

Yan Tang opened his eyes, he looked aimlessly at the dark bedroom.

He can't sleep.

In Yan Tang's eyes, there was a mess of memories, love and hatred that were smashed together.

Weeds grew thickly in his eyes.

Yan Tang was lying on the bed, because he was afraid that Ai Bao would be greedy for the cold and let him catch a cold. The temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was not low, it was only 26 degrees, but Yan Tang still felt a little cold.

"Strictly—"

Ai Bao suddenly pulled him out of Yan Tang's arms.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand, and groped for his strictness in the dark bedroom with the other.

Yan Tang lowered his head to look at Ai Bao, and he reached out to grab Ai Bao's fat hand waving around.

"What's the matter, baby?" Yan Tang asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

Ai Bao's sleep quality has always been very good. When he is on the bed, usually as long as he is comfortable in Yan Tang's arms, he can immediately close his eyes and sleep and snore.

Abbot smacked his lips. "No, Aibao is going to sleep."

After rubbing his eyes, he put down his hands. The eyes he watched Yan Tang in the dark night were much brighter without sleepiness.

"It's Yan Yan who doesn't sleep," Ai Bao said, "Why doesn't Yan Yan sleep?"

Yan Tang didn't expect that it was because he didn't sleep that he disturbed Ai Bao.

But how did Ai Bao know that he was not asleep?

Obviously just now he hugged Ai Bao in his arms, feeling that Ai Bao slept as sweetly as before, without feeling anything.

Ai Bao blinked, his big eyes appearing brighter in the darkness.

He seemed to see Yan Tang's doubts, "Because Yan Yan didn't kiss Ai Bao, Yan Yan would kiss Ai Bao while sleeping."

Ai Bao closed his eyes tonight, and almost fell asleep waiting, but he didn't even wait for his kiss.

That's why he opened his eyes.

Only then did Yan Tang realize that he secretly kissed Ai Bao every night, and Ai Bao knew about it.

No wonder sometimes after he kissed Ai Bao on the forehead, Ai Bao would always wriggle in his arms.

In the bedroom where the lights were off, Yan Tang also precisely pinched Ai Bao's small face.

"Then baby, please close your eyes, let me kiss you, and you can sleep well."

Yan Tang said.

Abbott disagreed.

"Ai Bao doesn't want to sleep now," he said shaking his little head, "Ai Bao wants to chat with Yan Yan!"

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Then what do you want to talk about, baby?"

Ai Bao rolled his eyes, and he thought for a while.

The two of them slept under the quilt facing each other, Ai Bao's round white face was facing Yan Tang's somewhat cold face.

The mottled tree shadows on the wall in the bedroom shook slightly.

When Yan Tang and Ai Bao were not talking, they could hear the air-conditioning blowing out air-conditioning and humming in the room, and the faint humming of cicadas outside the room.

As well as the breathing sound of the other party and oneself, faintly, there is also the sound of the heart beating again and again in each other's body.

"I want to know what's on Yan Yan's mind." After a while, Ai Bao said.

"Yan Yan has something on his mind." He said firmly.

It's as sure as knowing whether this piece of sesame candy is sweet or not.

The faint smile on Yan Tang's face faded away for a moment.

He looked at Ai Bao, a little at a loss.

Yan Tang didn't think it was appropriate to talk to Ai Bao about Yan Dong's matter.

However, Ai Bao's eyes were extremely bright.

In the darkness, he still stared at Yan Tang shiningly.

"Yan Yan tell Ai Bao, okay?" Ai Bao hugged Yan Tang's cold hands, put them in his arms, and rubbed them coquettishly.

Yan Tang has always been unable to bear Ai Bao's request.

Especially with such a delicate request.

He looked at Aibao beside him helplessly.

Abbot slept on a soft pillow, his little curly hair spread out as he pleased.

If Yan Tang was closer to him, his nose could touch Ai Bao's curly hair.

"...Baby, it's not that I don't want to tell you," Yan Tang said, "but that I don't know how to tell you about it."

Abbot snorted.

He asked, "What kind of thing is that?"

"Is it a bad thing?" he said.

Yan Tang nodded, "Yes, it's a very bad thing."

"How bad is that?" Abbott continued.

"...how bad..." Yan Tang murmured Ai Bao's question repeatedly, and after thinking about it, "it's not a very bad thing."

"It's okay to say it's expected," he said.

"Is that Yan Yan sad?" Ai Bao blinked.

Yan Tang was silent.

sad?

Yan Tang didn't know how to define his current mood.

He felt that Yan Dong deserved this fate and deserved it, and he deserved nothing to sympathize with.

However, he clearly knew that deep down in his heart, he did not want Yan Dong to die.

Even if Yan Dong is a scumbag, Yan Tang also hopes that he can live well.

There seemed to be a gust of summer wind blowing outside the window, and the shadows of the trees were blown sparsely.

Yan Tang thought for a while before answering Ai Bao, "I think I'm sad, baby."

"I don't know why I'm sad, and I don't know who to feel sorry for," he said.

What Yan Tang said made him feel puzzled.

Is he still sad like this?

Ai Bao seemed to understand.

"Aibao knows this kind of sadness!" He said quite confidently.

So Yan Tang humbly asked Ai Bao, "Then baby, why am I so sad?"

Yan Tang asked Ai Bao.

Ai Bao blinked, looked at Yan Tang and said seriously, "If people are too happy, they will fly to the sky."

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand from under the quilt, gestured to form a glider, and flew to the ceiling above his head.

"So, a little bit of sadness is needed to make people return to the ground." Ai Bao said.

After retracting his glider hand, he stretched out another little finger and waved it in front of Yan Tang.

Yan Tang nodded.

"And what if you're sad?" he asked again.

"If it's very, very sad," Ai Bao turned over and lay flat on the bed.

He moved his butt and opened his arms, as if holding the moon in his arms.

"If it's such a big, big sadness," Ai Bao turned his head to look at Yan Tang, and he opened his hands to show how heavy the sadness is.

"Then you need to be a little bit happy, and you can go back to the ground." He said as he turned sideways and lay back in Yan Tang's arms.

Ai Bao compared a little finger again, and shook it in front of Yan Tang.

However, after he finished speaking, he thought about it again and changed a little finger into a little finger.

"Just a little bit," he said.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao who showed him the little bit of happiness in front of him.

Then this is really a small little bit of happiness.

He squeezed Aibao's fat hand and thought.

"But baby, what if I'm so big, so big, so big, so sad that I can't digest it?"

Yan Tang continued to ask.

He wondered what kind of answer Ai Bao would give him.

Ai Bao let Yan Tang pinch his fat hands.

His eyes wandered, and it was obvious that he was thinking about this question too.

Ai Bao raised his head, he looked at the quiet lamp above his head, frowned slightly, thinking about this problem.

"If it's very, very, very, very, very sad—" Ai Bao lowered his head and looked at Yan Tang.

"That also requires great great great great great joy!" he said.

His fat hand drew a big circle in mid-air to show how big this joy was.

"Then how do I get this kind of happiness?" Yan Tang asked.

After asking, he felt a little embarrassed for Ai Bao, and added, "I want to hear the baby's advice."

Ai Bao thought it was easy, "Ai Bao knows it!"

He raised his chin with some air.

Ai Bao directed Yan Tang to bury his head, and he wanted to cast a magic spell on Yan Tang.

Yan Tang lowered his head in cooperation when he heard the words.

"Close your eyes, Yan Yan!" Yan Tang, who lowered his head, heard Ai Bao beside him say.

"Well, shut—" Yan Tang hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a soft touch on his forehead.

This touch is so clear and so soft.

It also carries the warm fragrance of Aibao.

In the dark night, Yan Tang's eyes widened in an instant.

Ai Bao kissed Yan Tang's forehead like Yan Tang kissed his forehead every night.