he can fly

one hundred and four.

"Of course not." Death said with a smile.

"Actually, I've been by your side since you were born—just in case."

-

Yan Tang got up the next day and went to work as usual.

Regarding Yan Dong's matter, no matter how anxious and anxious Yan Tang is, it's useless.He is not a doctor, nor is he in the habit of pointing fingers.

As for Yan Dong, it is better to leave it to professional practitioners to solve it.

The only thing Yan Tang can do is to pay the money and wait for the result.

When Yan Tang got up, he habitually looked back to confirm Ai Bao.

As usual, Ai Bao was sleeping soundly in the bed.

Although there is no Yan Tang's embrace, Ai Bao closes his eyes and hugs Yan Tang's quilt into his arms, making no difference.

There was still Yan Tang's temperature and breath on the quilt, and Ai Bao rubbed his face, still sleeping soundly.

Yan Tang got dressed and sat on the edge of the bed for a while.

He looked at Ai Bao's chubby face, which was a little deformed in sleep.

Ai Bao had a lot of flesh on his cheeks, and when he lay on his side on the pillow, the fat on his face puffed up.

Every time Yan Tang looked at it, he wanted to pinch Ai Bao's little fat.

But during the day, Ai Bao had already fallen into a light sleep.Yan Tang was worried that he would disturb Ai Bao's dream by pinching those few hands, so he endured not to try them all the time.

Yan Tang sat by the bed, he looked at Ai Bao who was sleeping comfortably, with a faint smile unconsciously on his face.

"Good morning, baby pig." Yan Tang leaned over the bed, and he stretched out his hand to gently scratch Ai Bao's nose.

Ai Bao seemed to feel something in his sleep.

He wrinkled his nose and stretched out his fat hand to grab Yan Tang's hand off.

Yan Tang didn't bother him anymore.

He got up and pulled the quilt for Ai Bao, tidied up the corners, and covered Ai Bao's pig's trotters under the quilt to prevent him from catching cold.

After finishing these, Yan Tang also went to the bathroom to take care of himself.

He's much calmer now.

Originally, Yan Tang was worried that his condition might not be very good today, which would affect his schedule.

As a result, Yan Tang now feels that he is okay.

Now that Yan Tang thinks about Yan Dong again, those anxious and incomprehensible emotions are no longer in his heart.

All kinds of past events have long faded along with the face of the old man.

Maybe, this is the effect of the bobo magic that Aibao cast on him last night.

Yan Tang thought.

Whenever he thinks of Ai Bao, he can't help but feel a lot softer in his heart.

It was as if a bowl of warm water had been poured on ice, which melted a lot of the coldness between his brows and eyes.

During the break in the afternoon, Yan Tang had already made a phone call with Ai Bao.

It was Ai Bao who called before his nap.

He told Yan Tang that he couldn't find his notebook.

That is, the book that remembers Ai Bao's various poems.

When Ai Bao was talking to Yan Tang, Yan Tang was watching the monitor, rubbing his sleepy eyes, sitting on the small chair in his room, looking very unhappy.

This is probably because Ai Bao is about to go to bed and is throwing a temper tantrum.

Yan Tang didn't know where this book was, but he relied on the surveillance and carefully found a book in Ai Bao's room.

"Baby, look through the bookshelf on your windowsill—" Yan Tang zoomed in on the surveillance video to the maximum, and squinted his eyes to check carefully, "Is the book in the middle on the second floor your notebook?"

he asked.

Hearing this, Ai Bao stood up and looked through his bookshelf.

Yan Tang watched Ai Bao climb onto the desk and look through the bookcase on the window sill, feeling nervous for a moment, "Baby, come down first, let Aunt Zhang get it for you, don't fall—"

However, when Ai Bao was looking for a notebook, he put his phone and watch aside, and did not hear Yan Tang's instructions.

Fortunately, after a while, he found his notebook.

"Thank you, Yan Yan!" Ai Bao happily put the notebook on the table.

"Yan Yan, Ai Bao is going to bed!" Ai Bao put the phone and watch near his mouth, "Yan Yan, An'an!"

Then, there was a familiar Bobo.

Before Yan Tang could say anything, Ai Bao simply hung up the phone.

When Yan Tang reacted, there was only a busy tone in his ears.

Yan Tang put down his cell phone, he was no stranger to Ai Bao's kiss.

At least, he is much calmer now than he was at the beginning.

It's just that the root of the ear is slightly red.

But his heart is very calm! ! !Really cool! ! !

Yan Tang sat on the chair and couldn't help but recall the scene he just saw on the surveillance.

Only then did Ai Bao happily stick his small mouth on his phone watch, and he kissed him very hard.

Yan Tang reckoned that he was confused by the phone and watch.

Fortunately, this one is waterproof.

Then Yan Tang saw Ai Bao very coolly, throwing the phone and watch on the table.He turned around, happily got into the bed on the other side, covered the quilt, and began to take a nap with a snort.

It seems that Ai Bao is really sleepy.

Otherwise, he would definitely ask Yan Tang to give him a kiss too.

Yan Tang picked up the chrysanthemum tea and took a sip.

He minimized the surveillance video.

Now that Ai Bao is sleeping, if he doesn't quit in time, Yan Tang knows that he can watch Ai Bao sleep for several hours - until Ai Bao wakes up.

However, Ai Bao disappeared in front of him, and Yan Tang fell into a state of doing nothing again.

He put down the chrysanthemum tea in his hand.

When the tea was boiling, he accidentally added a few pieces of rock sugar.Now that it was cold, he drank it, feeling that it was too sweet.

Yan Tang put the tea on a small table beside him.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a notebook in the corner of the small table.

This notebook was brought by police officer Liu when he visited the house last time. It is the diary of Yan Tang's mother.

Yan Tang once took a document from home to the company, but accidentally took it by mistake and brought it with him.

Originally, Yan Tang put it aside because he wanted to bring it home after get off work.

As a result, he has been too busy recently, and Yan Tang has long forgotten about this thing, so he left it idle in the office for so long.

Yan Tang brought the notebook over.

This book is a bit thick, Yan Tang holds it in his hand, it feels very heavy.It is also very old, and the sides of the book are a little yellow and dusty.

To be honest, Yan Tang was somewhat curious about his mother's diary.

His memory of his mother still stays before he was 14 years old.

In my memory, she is a person who cooks well, is very gentle, and talks very little.

So far, every time Yan Tang thinks of his mother, he thinks of the sweet smell of pumpkin pie wafting from the kitchen when he was a child, and the way she opened a book to read to him in the afternoon.

In Yan Tang's impression, her mother was well-spoken, well-cultivated, and had a good temperament, and she never got angry or scolded anyone.

The only time she got angry was probably the last time Yan Tang saw her.

She pushed the suitcase, walked out of the house, and never came back.

She is like a faint lake, gradually glowing in Yan Tang's memory full of soft light.

Once Yan Dong was drunk and told Yan Tang that the person he loved the most in his life was Yan Tang's mother.But he is a waste and a beast, he can't control himself, and he doesn't deserve to be with Yan Tang's mother.

When Yan Dong said this, he cried and laughed, and even slapped himself.

In the end, like a spoiled child, he sat down on the ground, completely ignoring the overturned wine bottles around him, and burst into tears.

Yan Tang quietly stared at the diary in his hand.

For a moment, countless emotions, countless memory fragments, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind in disorder.

He was a little curious, and felt that he shouldn't rashly look through his mother's diary.

He thought about it a little, and was a little afraid to read the contents of this diary.

His mother, that gentle woman, would she hate Yan Dong?Hate bisexual husbands who cheated on themselves and cheated on their marriage?

Will she hate Yan Tang?Hate this child she gave birth to in deception?Hate her 14 years of love for nothing?

Yan Tang put the diary on his desk.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent.

In fact, Yan Tang was willing to take in Ai Bao, who couldn't hit eight poles. Apart from that little bit of kindness, what was more important was his subtle love and guilt for his mother.

Although she had been absent from Yan Tang's life for too many years, she was also the mother who brought the beauty of this world to him.

As for guilt, it's much more complicated.

If you have to figure it out, maybe Yan Tang is very guilty for letting his mother meet his father, very guilty for giving birth to him, and very guilty for letting her be hurt.

Although Yan Tang was not at fault, and even these guilt came out of nowhere, Yan Tang still felt guilty.

Yan Tang thought for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his palms were already sweating.

Yan Tang lowered his head, he opened his hand, looking at his wet palm with some surprise.

It was like, at the age of seven or eight, after beating up the bully next door, he went home to face his mother, who already knew what had happened.

Yan Tang took out a napkin from the side and wiped the sweat from his hands.

He picked up the notebook on the table again.

He decided to take a look anyway.

Yan Tang pursed his lips, mustered up his courage, and opened the diary.

Just treat it as a son and go read his mother who has been away for many years.

In this diary, there are actually not many things to write.

Yan Tang's mother likes to put some daily cash registers, invoices, and bus tickets into it.

Occasionally, every few pages, there will be one or two tickets to a certain attraction.

His mother wrote notes in the diary, such as the years, months and days, what the weather was like, who went where, and then what he saw and heard and his mood.

This diary was probably written by Mr. Ai after his mother married Ai Bao's father.

Yan Tang turned over the front, and hardly saw the word "Yan".

His mother didn't write anything about her first child or her previous husband in her diary.

Like, the two of them, surnamed Yan, never appeared in her life.

This realization made Yan Tang feel relieved.

It also made him feel a little lost.

Yan Tang flipped through the first half of this diary, most of it was full of bright content, sometimes there were a long paragraph of rambling words, but after reading it, people can feel a kind of pleasure.

When his mother wrote these words, her heart must have been filled with joy and joy.

This comforted Yan Tang's heart.

He is happy for his mother's happiness.

However, such happiness did not last long.

The time span of this diary is very large.

Yan Tang's mother kept a diary, not every day, sometimes only one or two diaries a month.

When Yan Tang turned to the second half of the diary, the contents of the diary changed a lot.

There are no paper cards of different colors and shapes sandwiched in it anymore.

The text paragraph is just a short line or two, sometimes even only two words:

"very annoying"

Yan Tang looked at this time, this should be Mr. Ai's diary during the period when he was sick and hospitalized.

During this time, his mother was devastated.

Yan Tang saw a page, she wrote a whole page full of words, and then used black ink to paste the page.

Later, it should be after Mr. Ai's death, the style of this diary has completely changed.

It is only the moon and the sun, and a woman's painful tears.

"7.7.

Insomnia, my heart is full of anxiety, this is not good.

good night.

7.9

Today, he was paralyzed on the bed like a disabled person, and he didn't cook for Ai Bao.

I'm sorry Ai Bao, mom won't forget next time.

8.17

A lot has happened and some misfortunes have befallen me.

Probably my fate with him is really over.

It's really hard to live, it's hard to live a normal life even if you want to be smooth and mediocre.

8.20

I miss you so much, Brother Jian.Come and see me if you miss me too, okay?

9.27

Very confused, very annoying.It's been floating all the time, just a car.

so annoying.

10.6

can't go on

10.21

I need to find a way

I lost a lot of weight recently, and my brain hurts too.

11.6

Maybe I really can't do it anymore, I can't hold on anymore, it's so hard, it's so hard to live.

......"

Yan Tang's expression also sank.

He knew that if his mother chose to commit suicide, there must be a painful process.

But he didn't expect that the pain would take so long.

Forcibly, cut a thick book into two sections of yin and yang.

The bright sun in front was shining brightly, as if to deepen the pain from the downpour of rain behind.

Yan Tang thought, his mother must love Ai Bao's father very much.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be in such pain.

He turned another page.

On this page, he saw a little poem written by his mother:

"No one came

no one goes

so many years no one

remember you again"

Yan Tang opened his mouth slightly, he remembered that he had seen this poem in Ai Bao's poetry book?

But is it longer?