he can fly

One hundred and eight.

duck thought,

without me,

Ponds can be lonely.

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Yan Tang didn't know how to reply Ai Bao's words.

Listening to Ai Bao's answer, he was stunned.

Ai Bao still looked very calm. After he finished speaking, he rubbed his eyes a little sleepily, and rubbed his face on Yan Tang's shoulder. .

It was so plain as if what he just said was no different from discussing sesame candies with Yan Tang.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao who was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes.

The afternoon sun shone in through the car window, illuminating Ai Bao's small face as if it could glow.

He didn't know what to say for a while.

"Sleep, baby, I'll be home later." Yan Tang could only change the topic like this.

Ai Bao looked up at Yan Tang in a daze, and hummed a little.

Then, Yan Tang put the pillow on Ai Bao, so that Ai Bao could sleep better.

Yan Tang also took out a small blanket to cover Ai Bao's soft belly. The air conditioner in the car was turned on, and he was worried that Ai Bao would catch a cold if he didn't pay attention.

Ai Bao hugged the fluffy blanket and fell asleep snoringly.

Seeing that Ai Bao fell asleep, Yan Tang started the car and started the journey without further delay.

Along the way, the only sounds in the car were the sound of air-conditioning coming out slowly, and the sound of Ai Bao's even breathing.

I don't know what Ai Bao dreamed of, and he smacked his lips from time to time, as if he was reminiscing about some good taste.

As Yan Tang drove the car, the scenery outside the window was distorted into blocks of different colors, quickly sliding past his eyes.

He thought about the answer Ai Bao gave him just now.

Yan Tang really didn't know how to reply to Ai Bao.

Should he tell Ai Bao that in this world, no one can live without someone?

No one leaves just because one person leaves.

Yan Tang is cold and rational in some respects. He always believes that people in this world are independent individuals, and even the closest lovers should maintain independence and dignity from each other.

Ai Bao's answer made Yan Tang feel a little crazy, or is it more appropriate to be emotional?

But just now Ai Bao answered him with such a flat appearance, he seemed to be just stating a fact.

Yan Tang turned the steering wheel and drove into a corner.

He suddenly thought of his mother, Ai Bao's second mother, who seemed to commit suicide after Mr. Ai left.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem surprising that Ai Bao would say such a thing?

This realization made Yan Tang feel a little shocking.

Yan Tang glanced at Ai Bao who was sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

His shallow eyebrows stretched out, and his brows and eyes were full of sleepiness when people fell into sleep.

Ai Bao's small brown curly hair is already a little close to golden under the sun, which makes his small round face even whiter.

He is a baby pig who never has any troubles and is happy every day.

Maybe Ai Bao is a little too dependent on him?

Yan Tang thought.

Because of Ai Bao's special nature, Yan Tang has never had high demands on him, and has always allowed him to develop freely.

For Ai Bao, Yan Tang's only hope is that he is happy every day.

In this way, he has indeed harvested a baby pig that is getting more and more cheerful, crying, laughing, and having a temper tantrum.

Yan Tang lowered his eyes slightly.

This is the first time he looks back and reflects on his education with Aibao.

Yan Tang now, he feels that Ai Bao is like a vine, sticking to him bit by bit, relying too much on him.

It seems that if Yan Tang is gone, he will wither.

Yet, at the same time, he felt that Aibao was always a separate tree, shoulder to shoulder with him.

He has his own ideas, his own personality, and his own way of constructing the world, but he relies on Yan Tang in this world.

And this is understandable, after all, Ai Bao is indeed classified as a special group in this world, and it is only natural that he needs his care.

So is Abbot a vine, or a tree?

Yan Tang was a little confused.

He found that he was a little uncertain about Ai Bao's position in his heart.

However, understanding this position does not seem to make sense.

Yan Tang thought.

He looked at Ai Bao who was sleeping happily next to him.

It's a vine, Yan Tang is not willing to tear Ai Bao apart and let him grow alone.

Even if it is a tree, Yan Tang will not draw a clear line with Ai Bao, asking him to learn to be self-reliant.

Yan Tang sighed.

He himself didn't realize that the way he looked at Ai Bao's white and chubby face was always unexpectedly gentle.

Like a giant looking at a small flower in the palm of his hand.

What Ai Bao is, Yan Tang thought, maybe it doesn't matter.

As long as he's happy and healthy, he's fine.

Yan Tang, who consciously figured it out, let out a long sigh of relief. Along the way, Yan Tang's mental journey was just like the ups and downs on the road.

Now at the door of the house, Yan Tang finally digested the feeling of being shocked by Ai Bao in his heart.

"Baby, we're home—" Yan Tang parked the car in the garage, and carried Ai Bao out.

Abbott opened his eyes a little.

He shrunk himself back and nestled in Yan Tang's arms skillfully in a comfortable place, "Ai Bao still wants to sleep..."

He pouted and muttered.

Ai Bao always has a little temper before falling asleep when he is sleepy, and after falling asleep when he is not yet fully awake.

"Ai Bao wants to sleep with Yan Yan!" He closed his eyes, rubbing against Yan Tang's arms unreasonably, "I want to sleep with Yan Tang—"

Yan Tang has long been aware of Ai Bao's temper.

He lowered his head and kissed Ai Bao's forehead, "Good boy, I'm going to make dinner later, so I can't rest with you."

Ai Bao was bought by Yan Tang's relatives.

His originally wrinkled face gradually relaxed.

Ai Bao smacked his lips again in his sleep, obviously, he was very satisfied with this bribe.

"...that's okay..." he said vaguely, and then fell asleep again snoring.

Yan Tang looked helplessly at the baby pig in his arms.

This is really a pig, it sleeps a lot, eats a lot, its hands and feet are fleshy due to its small skeleton, no different from a fat pig's trotters.

Aibao is also cheerful all day long, and he can enjoy a silly day watching SpongeBob SquarePants by himself.

However, Ai Bao's temper is stronger than that of a pig, and he would pout his lips and turn his back on the attack at every turn, whining and whining, he must be coaxed by Yan Tang to be happy.

Yan Tang carefully put Ai Baozhu in his arms to bed.

"Baby pig." Yan Tang squeezed Ai Bao's fat hand, couldn't help but looked at Ai Bao and laughed again.

Ai Bao always thought that pigs could live a long life without being roasted.

I don't know if tonight, when he saw the roast suckling pig on the table, he would be so frightened that he wouldn't be a baby pig again.

Yan Tang snorted wickedly.

He got up, adjusted the air conditioner to a healthy sleep mode, and covered Ai Bao with the quilt.

Ai Bao was unaware of Yan Tang's sinister intentions, he was having fun in the dream world.

Of course, this roasted suckling pig was not made by Yan Tang, and Yan Tang only knew how to cook home-cooked dishes, so roasted suckling pig was a bit more difficult for him.

The roast suckling pig was prepared by Yan Tang from a Cantonese restaurant he was familiar with.

It happened that there was no meat at home, and a few days ago, Ai Bao told Yan Tang in bed that he wanted to eat barbecue again.

When he said this, he smacked his mouth from time to time, it seemed that he missed the seafood barbecue by the sea very much.

So this morning, Yan Tang had a flash of inspiration and made an appointment with the restaurant to roast two suckling pigs.

With these two roast suckling pigs, Yan Tang didn't cook anything else, just mixed two plates of fruit salad.

After all, the roast pig is a bit greasy after eating too much. It tastes better when it is eaten with fruit.

Ai Bao woke up, and when he got up from the bed and looked around for Yan Tang, he saw two roasted golden piglets on the dining table.

The two suckling piglets are looking up at Aibao with their heads up.

Ai Bao also looked at them

After a while, Ai Bao breathed and exhaled his nose, he clicked his mouth, and his eyes lit up.

This smells delicious!

"Yan Yan, what's this?" Ai Bao ran downstairs, and his piggy slippers were also excitedly slapping.

Aibao Lala Yan Tang who was reading documents on the sofa.

"Baby is awake," Yan Tang didn't rush to answer Ai Bao's question, he put down the document in his hand.

"This is our dinner. Didn't you tell me last time that you wanted to eat barbecue? I asked a restaurant to do it."

Yan Tang played tricks by not telling Ai Bao what kind of barbecue it was.

Ai Bao snorted, and he didn't care what the barbecue was.

He couldn't wait, "Then can we have dinner now?"

Ai Bao pointed to the dining table and asked.

Yan Tang was the same as usual, "Of course, baby. Let's go and wash our hands."

Abbot nodded vigorously.

He dragged Yan Tang happily to the bathroom.

Yan Tang suppressed a smile to see that Ai Bao had washed his hands, and ran to the dinner table.

"Baby, eat it, just use your hands." Yan Tang tore off and picked up the cut meat from the roast suckling pig, and showed Ai Bao a demonstration.

Ai Bao let out a cry, followed Yan Tang's movements and tore off a large piece.

Roast suckling pig tastes different from roast duck, it has more oil, thicker skin and crispy roast.The meat in it can be described as tender and oily.

Ai Bao took a bite and couldn't stop.

Yan Tang smiled and saw that Ai Bao's hands and mouth were greasy after eating.

This roasted suckling pig was very suitable for Ai Bao's appetite. Ai Bao gnawed all the pork legs clean without leaving a trace of meat.

Yan Tang is not too fond of roasted suckling pig, he is a fitness person, roasted suckling pig is still too oily for him.

Therefore, he mostly eats fruit salad on the sidelines.

But Ai Bao saw that Yan Tang would not eat it, and offered Yan Tang a piece of roast suckling pork as if offering a treasure.

"Yan Yan eat!" Ai Bao handed the fat piece of roast suckling pig to Yan Tang's mouth.

His eyes were shining brightly, as if sharing some treasure with the closest person, "This is delicious!"

When Yan Tang heard this, he still bowed his head in shame to Ai Bao, and ate the meat.

"Well, thank you baby, this is really delicious." Yan Tang said to Ai Bao after finishing the roast suckling pig slices.

Ai Bao held up a roasted pig's trotter, very proud of his eyes, "Yes!"

Yan Tang saw that a little roast suckling pig was almost cooked by Ai Bao, and he felt that the time had come.

"Baby, do you know what the barbecue you ate was grilled?" Yan Tang asked slowly.

Ai Bao took a bite of the pig's trotter, he raised his greasy face, a little dazed, "Ai Bao doesn't know."

He said.

Yan Tang adjusted his expression, looked at Ai Bao with a somewhat sad expression,

"Baby, this barbecue is actually a pig."

Ai Bao was so startled that his eyes widened for a moment.

Yan Tang told him the painful fact again with a heavy voice, "This is a roast suckling pig. Baby, it's a roast pig."

Aibao stopped eating for a moment.

His expression was also unusually serious.

He looked at the trotter in his hand and thought for a while.

"Did Ai Bao eat pigs just now?" He turned his head and asked Yan Tang.

Yan Tang nodded, not covering up Ai Bao's evil deeds, "Yes, baby, you ate roast suckling pig, and it was delicious."

Ai Bao smacked his mouth a few times, but it was really fragrant.

Ai Bao looked at the pig's trotter in his hand, and then at his fat hand that was full of oil.

He is a baby pig, and it seems that he can't eat pigs.

But the roast suckling pig is really delicious...

For the first time, 17-year-old Ai Bao fell into a moral and ethical entanglement.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao who was lost in thought, and suppressed a smile, not letting himself laugh out loud.

After a while, after all, the aftertaste in my mouth is too endless.

Ai Bao was very frustrated and said to Yan Tang, "Okay, then Ai Bao is an unkind baby pig who wants to eat roast suckling pig."

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao's dejected appearance, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"...cough, cough, cough..." He tried not to smile too obviously, swallowed the laughter forcefully, and coughed instead, "No...baby, it's nothing, these pigs are different from you, it's okay to eat them .”

"Why?" Ai Bao took another bite of the pig's trotter in his hand, suppressing his shock.

"Because none of them are as cute as you." Yan Tang said to Ai Bao with a very solemn expression.

Only then did Ai Bao suddenly realize, "So it's like this!"

As he spoke, he gnawed off the pig's trotter in his hand.

Then, without any psychological burden, he continued to eat roast suckling pig happily.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao who was happily swaying and eating roast suckling pig, the smile on his mouth couldn't disappear no matter what.

Only Yan Tang knew that his mood was never better than before.

It was as if during this period, all the pressure from work, the depression caused by the separation of loved ones, and the anxiety caused by other miscellaneous things, were all revealed along with the smile just now, and disappeared in mid-air.