he can fly

One hundred and five.

Reaper gave Duck a friendly smile.

If you can forget for a moment who he is,

I really think he is very friendly and kind.

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When Yan Tang went home, he took the diary with him.

He packed his things at 20 o'clock today and left work early.

There is no other reason, but he wants to go home before Ai Bao falls asleep, and have a little chat with Ai Bao.

Yan Tang went home early today without any notice.

When he opened the door of the house and went in, Ai Bao, who had just come out of the bath wrapped in a towel, saw him immediately.

He was very happy to hold on to the fence of the corridor on the second floor and wave to Yan Tang, "Yan Yan!"

Yan Tang looked at his action but was frightened, "Baby, don't lie on the railing!"

"Yan Yan is back home!" Ai Bao turned a deaf ear to it, he pointed at Yan Tang downstairs excitedly, turned his head and said to Aunt Zhang behind him.

Aunt Zhang stepped forward when she heard the words, and looked down. She was also surprised to see Yan Tang.

"Mr. Yan is back!" She also waved at Yan Tang.

Yan Tang was worried that Ai Bao would be in danger if he lay on the railing, so he quickly changed his shoes and went straight upstairs.

Yan Tang hugged the baby pig who had been cleaned by Aunt Zhang, and explained to Aunt Zhang, "Yes, I'm not too busy today, so I'll be back early. Go back and rest, I'm here to watch Ai Bao. "

Aunt Zhang saw that Yan Tang had come to pick up the order, so she didn't delay much.

She said goodbye to Ai Bao and Yan Tang, and went downstairs to take her bag home.

Now at home, there are only Ai Bao and Yan Tang who are white and tender, with hot steam on their bodies.

"Yan Yan, I came back early today!" Ai Bao said while stretching out his hand to ask Yan Tang to put on his pajamas.

"Yes, because I want to chat with the baby today." Yan Tang tore off the pajamas of the green multi-legged man, and covered Ai Bao's soft belly.

After helping Aibao put on his clothes, he stroked his hair again.

"Did Auntie Zhang dry the baby's hair?" Yan Tang pushed back Ai Bao's curly hair to see if his hair was completely dry.

"Yes!" Aibao nodded with certainty, "It was blown by the hair dryer with the long mouth!"

When he said whirrrrr, he pouted his mouth, as if blowing a gust of wind.

Yan Tang touched Ai Bao's curly hair inside and out, and made sure that none of it was wet, and then withdrew his hand.

"Okay, Ai Bao is reading a book on the bed, and I'll chat with Ai Bao after I pack up, okay?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao lifted the quilt and sat in.

"Okay!" He took out the picture book on the bedside table, and waved his fat hand with Yan Tang.

Yan Tang went to the toilet for a quick fight, and within ten minutes, he dried his hair and came out wrapped in a towel.

Every time he came out half-naked like this, Aibao would always stick to him from the other side of the bed curiously.

"This is a muscle!" Ai Bao poked Yan Tang's abdominal muscles and said happily.

But after poking him, he was a little strange, "But why does Yan Yan have six pack muscles on his stomach?"

Yan Tang touched his abdominal muscles researchingly with Ai Bao's fat hands.

He glanced at Ai Bao's round belly under the blanket, and recalled its soft touch.

"...Well, maybe my stomach is in a normal mood recently." Yan Tang replied.

He remembered Ai Bao's remark that "the belly will be soft if it is too happy", and he continued according to his meaning.

Ai Bao was surprised when he heard this.

He touched Yan Tang's abdominal muscles again, and then said to it in a teaching tone, "That Yan Yan's belly should also be happy soon!"

This kind of tone, Yan Tang has heard, is what Professor Zeng used when teaching Ai Bao.

Yan Tang couldn't help laughing when he saw Ai Bao earnestly instructing his abs, "Well, good, it heard."

He assured Abbott.

Aibao then withdrew his hand.

He moved his butt and returned to his position.

"Come up soon, Yan Yan! Yan Yan still wants to chat with Ai Bao!" He said, stretching out a hand to pat the position of Yan Tang on the bed.

Ai Bao pulled the quilt up to his chin, and stared at Yan Tang with a pair of big, round eyes. This impatient look made Yan Tang dumbfounded.

"Okay, okay, I'll come right away when I get dressed." Yan Tang picked up the bath towel and wiped off the water on his body.

He'd put on his underwear in the bathroom, and now it's just a top.

"Then what does Yan Yan want to talk to Ai Bao about?" Ai Bao asked.

Yan Tang lay down beside Ai Bao, and he naturally hugged Ai Bao who was close to him.

"...I want to know some stories about Ai Bao." Yan Tang said.

"What's that about?" Abby asked.

He tilted his head, not understanding what Yan Tang meant.

Yan Tang paused.

He looked at Ai Bao's face that was so fair and without any haze in his arms.

Ai Bao raised his head and looked into Yan Tang's eyes, as if they included all the stars outside the house, shining brightly.

Yan Tang looked at him, suddenly hesitant.

These are all in the past for Ai Bao, and if he mentions it again in front of Ai Bao, will it be a kind of harm to him?

Yan Tang pursed his lips, and he suddenly fell silent.

Ai Bao tilted his head, but he didn't understand why Yan Tang stopped talking suddenly.

"What do you want to talk about Yan Yan?" He asked Yan Tang again.

"Ask what!" Ai Bao rubbed against Yan Tang's arms.

Yan Tang came back to his senses, he decided to ask in another way.

"...It's really nothing," Yan Tang said, "Baby, can you tell me about one of your poems? I don't know why I remembered it today, and I really want to know its meaning."

When Ai Bao heard this, he thought that Yan Tang was boasting that his poems were well written.

He proudly raised his chin.

"Yes!" he said. "Which poem is it?"

Yan Tang thought about it for a while, and recounted the outline of the poem, "It's the song 'No one went, no one came, for so many years...', I also accidentally saw it in your notebook, baby."

After he finished speaking, he rubbed Ai Bao's little curly hair again, and added, "If Ai Bao doesn't want to talk to me about this, we can also talk about other things."

Aibao tilted his head.

He didn't understand why Yan Tang said 'I don't want to talk about this with Yan Yan'.

"It's nothing," Abbott said.

His eyes wandered, and he recalled the poem.

"This is written by my mother, and Ai Bao wrote the second half." After a while, Ai Bao said.

Yan Tang carefully observed Ai Bao's expression calmly, and seeing that Ai Bao was not shy about talking about it, he continued to ask, "Then does this poem have any special meaning? Baby?"

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang, "When my mother wrote this poem, she wanted to die. She missed her father so much."

When he said this, the expression on his face was very calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"But Ai Bao didn't want to lose his mother, Ai Bao wanted his mother to accompany Ai Bao, so Ai Bao wrote the following poems." He said.

Yan Tang circled Ai Bao in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I asked about something that made you sad." Yan Tang bowed his head and kissed Ai Bao's forehead.

Ai Bao rubbed Yan Tang's chin, "It's not sad."

He shook his head, the curly hair on his head tickled Yan Tang's chin.

Ai Bao said, "My mother saw Ai Bao's poems and decided to stay with Ai Bao again."

"But in the end, my mother told Ai Bao that she was in too much pain and must leave Ai Bao, so she left."

"Mom asked Ai Bao, do you want to go find dad with her? She was in the kitchen and opened a stinky thing. She said that Ai Bao and she could go find dad together."

Ai Bao blinked and looked at Yan Tang, but he didn't know what that smelly thing was.

However, Yan Tang guessed in his heart that it was almost inseparable.

Hearing this, his heart suddenly lifted.

Yan Tang understood. When his mother committed suicide, she originally wanted to take Ai Bao with her to die.So the 'smelly things in the kitchen' should refer to gas stoves.

With this realization, Yan Tang couldn't help hugging Ai Bao in his arms.

Ai Bao continued, "Ai Bao just said, Ai Bao is not willing."

"My mother asked Ai Bao why? There is only Ai Bao in this world, so Ai Bao must be so lonely."

"Ai Bao said, because Ai Bao also wants to meet someone who will always be with Ai Bao and love Ai Bao. Ai Bao also has his own dream to realize."

Aibao's thick eyelashes trembled, like a lonely bird flapping its wings on the pond.

He raised his head in Yan Tang's arms.

He stared at Yan Tang, and there seemed to be a Milky Way in his almond eyes.

"So, my mother said, that's right. Except for birth and death, the rest of a person's life is boring. If you don't find someone you love, everything is meaningless."

"Then, my mother went to turn off the smelly air. She told Ai Bao that Ai Bao's mother is going to sleep and is going to find your father. Don't disturb your mother, okay?"

"Aibao said, yes."

Ai Bao felt his fat hand being held tightly by Yan Tang.

He held Aibao as if he was holding a flower, and it almost turned into a little bit of rain, a fat cloud that died on the ground and disappeared in the air.

"Then what?" Yan Tang asked.

"Then," said Abbott, "then Mommy said to Abbott, good night, Abbott."

"Aibao also said to her mother, good night, mother."

"Mom just covered the quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep. She slept for a long time, and never woke up again."

Only then did Yan Tang understand.

It turned out that her mother had long been suicidal.

After losing Mr. Ai, she was persecuted by loneliness and despair every day and night.

From the few words in her diary, Yan Tang guessed that at that time, she should have already suffered from depression.

It's just that Aibao has always been by her side like a little sun, giving her a little motivation to live, so that she can force herself to live for a while longer.

It's a pity that this can't change the world. For her, it is a matter of torture.

So in the end, she really couldn't go on, and she chose to commit suicide.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao in his arms, and suddenly he felt resentment toward his mother.

How could she commit suicide without making arrangements for Aibao?

What should Aibao do if something goes wrong?

However, Yan Tang also understands that for a person who is determined to die, everything is not important anymore.

There is nothing else in their eyes except death and liberation.

Yan Tang stroked Ai Bao's cheek with his somewhat rough hands.

"It's okay, mom is asleep, we won't disturb her." He said.

"From now on, Ai Bao, Gardenia, and Mu will all be here with me, okay?"

Yan Tang pinched Ai Bao's small face and asked.

In the dark night, he stared at Ai Bao in his arms.

Ai Bao listened with a big smile on his face.

His expression soared instantly, as if happiness was about to fly out of his brows and eyes.

"Okay!" Ai Bao rubbed Yan Tang's big hand next to his face and said.