he can fly

one hundred and nine.

"When you die, the pond will disappear with you

—at least for you. "

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In mid-September, the work pace of YT company gradually slowed down, and the employees and senior management took a break from the high-pressure work and took a breather.

Yan Tang also started, and he was able to go home to accompany Ai Bao around 20 o'clock.

Ai Bao is naturally happy to see the results, he prefers to chat with Yan Tang for a while, and then they are sleeping, than when he falls asleep and Yan Tang comes back to sleep.

Recently Abbott has a new and somewhat strange hobby.

Ai Bao is naked all over, but Yan Tang is different.

Yan Tang has some leg hair on his legs, and Ai Bao is very curious about this leg hair.

Every night, when he and Yan Tang lay under the blanket, he would quietly rub Yan Tang's calf with his fat feet.

Yan Tang didn't know why Ai Bao did this at first, he thought Ai Bao was acting like a baby, so he hugged Ai Bao tightly.

But Aibao is still rubbing.

Yan Tang felt a little itchy after rubbing against it.

"Baby, what are you doing with your feet?" Yan Tang asked Ai Bao as he bent his legs to escape Ai Bao's fat foot attack.

He felt that he hadn't offended Ai Bao recently.

Is there something he didn't realize?

Yan Tang introspects himself three times a day in his heart, do you have a dear Ai Bao?Do you want to give Ai Bao sesame candy?Do you get distracted when talking to Ai Bao?

There are relatives, there are gifts, and there is no distraction!

Ai Bao is still unremittingly straightening his feet, wanting to take advantage of the victory and continue to rub against Yantang's legs.

"Stop it, baby, what are you doing?" Yan Tang squeezed Ai Bao's face, "It's time to sleep."

Ai Bao is unwilling, he must continue to study Yan Tang's legs with his feet.

"There are hairy things on Yan Yan's legs!" said Ai Bao and Yan Tang.

Yan Tang didn't understand what Ai Bao meant for a while.

Furry, what's that?

He touched his leg.

……

Isn't it leg hair...

In fact, Yan Tang is not a hairy physique. He also has normal length and density of leg hair on his legs, but he has a darker complexion, so he can't usually see it.

The last time he went to the beach to wear shorter pants, he shaved them clean, and now they grew out again. For some reason, he was treated differently by Ai Bao.

"Baby, this is leg hair." Yan Tang explained to Ai Bao.

Abbot snorted.

He raised his head and asked Yan Tang, "Then why aren't there any on Ai Bao's legs?"

Yan Tang recalled that when he bathed Ai Bao in the past, Ai Bao seemed to be really slippery all over his body. Every time he wrapped Ai Bao with a bath towel, it seemed to cover a boiled egg with its shell removed. .

"Why is there no hair on Ai Bao's legs?" Ai Bao put his legs away and put them between him and Yan Tang, "Yan Yan, there is nothing on Ai Bao's legs!"

He touched his smooth calf and said to Yan Tang.

Yan Tang subconsciously reached out and touched Ai Bao's calf.

The skin on Ai Bao's calf is a bit rough compared to his face, but it is not as rough as Yan Tang's palm. Yan Tang touched Ai Bao's knee to his ankle, feeling that he was touching a nice horse. satin.

"Yan Yan, tickle!" Ai Bao laughed when Yan Tang touched him, he pulled Yan Tang's big hand away, "San Yan, don't touch Ai Bao's legs!"

Yan Tang then withdrew his hand.

For some reason, he felt guilty for no reason, as if he was rubbing Ai Bao's oil just now.

"Cough," Yan Tang coughed lowly, and explained to Ai Bao, "Baby, it's because people have different genetics, and it's normal to have hair or not."

Ai Bao oh again, indicating that he knew.

"Then can Ai Bao touch Yan Yandu's hairy legs?" He asked with bright eyes.

Yan Tang didn't really think about it.

His subconscious told him that such an action would be a bit strange, and it could even be said to be a bit ambiguous.

But Yan Tang's rationality can't list one, two, three, and it's normal for Ai Bao to be interested in this kind of physiological problem.

In addition, he touched Aibao's calf just now...

So Yan Tang put his legs away again, "...Okay, Ai Bao, you can touch it."

Facing the curious Aibao, he was quite helpless.

Ai Bao touched Yan Tang's hairy legs contentedly.

His fat hands groped around Yan Tang's legs, as if looking for some treasure.

Now he can finally sleep peacefully.

When Yan Tang was going to get the critical illness notice that time, he saw Yan Dong once, and he didn't go there again.

He also knew Yan Dong's situation in his heart.

Yan Dong couldn't last long.

His organs are failing, and now he is just hanging on with drugs.

However, he did not expect this time to come so quickly.

In the early hours of the morning, Yan Tang didn't know whether he sensed something or what, he suddenly woke up without warning.

It's a very strange feeling.

He was neither thirsty nor sick.

One second Yan Tang was still in a deep sleep state, the next second he woke up from the bed without knowing why.

Yan Tang opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling in front of him.

Ai Bao, who was curled up in his arms, buried her little face in his arms, sleeping soundly.

The on-hook air conditioner on one wall is also working diligently.

Yan Tang was stunned for a while.

Suddenly, the screen of his mobile phone on the bedside turned on.

In the dark, the light of the screen in the hand is particularly obvious.

Yan Tang carefully got up from the bed, trying not to move too much, and he touched the phone.

It was a string of very unfamiliar phone numbers, but Yan Tang didn't know why, as if somewhere in the dark, he felt that he woke up just to answer this call.

"Hello? Hello." Yan Tang answered the phone.

"Hello? This is Yan Tang, Mr. Yan?" the person on the other end of the phone asked.

"Yes, I am Yan Tang." Yan Tang said.

"Mr. Yan, hello, we regret to inform that your father, Mr. Yan Dong, was confirmed dead at 1:05 today, and the death certificate was issued by the doctor."

"Now we have moved him to the funeral home, you need to come to our hospital to get the death certificate, and then go to the funeral home to cremate the dead body."

said the hospital.

Yan Tang was stunned for a while.

"Oh, okay, I see." Yan Tang was stunned for a moment, then immediately recovered, "Thank you, I will come as soon as possible."

He said.

The people in the hospital said some other procedural things, and Yan Tang responded a few times in confusion.

Until he hung up the phone, Yan Tang still hadn't recovered.

Distraught, he casually threw the phone beside the pillow.

Yan Tang leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and calmed down.

But his heart couldn't be quiet.

His heart was unusually chaotic, bumping around, roaring and shouting.

Yan Tang didn't know what to do, he fell into a kind of chaotic astonishment.

Yan Dong died.

Died as expected by Yan Tang.

What does dead mean?

Dead, never to be seen again.

Even if Yan Dong is a pervert and a scumbag, deep down in Yan Tang's heart, he still hopes that he can live and live well.

Yan Tang felt torn apart.

Half of him is always rational and indifferent, he told Yan Tang, this is common sense, didn't you already know it?

The half of him was at a loss and confused, he asked Yan Tang over and over again, is Yan Dong dead?Is Yan Dong dead?Is Yan Dong dead?

Such irreconcilable contradictions made Yan Tang feel distorted, he felt like a fruit stuffed into a blender.

He was cut in half with a knife, and the blade of the blender sneaked into his body, making him bloody and restless.

Yan Tang bit the tip of his tongue, trying to calm himself down.

The smell of rusty blood exploded in Yan Tang's mouth like a bomb, and then spread.

"Yan Yan," Ai Bao beside Yan Tang woke up at some point.

He rubbed his bewildered eyes, sat up with Yan Tang, and fell into his arms.

Ai Bao just touched the bed for a long time, but he didn't feel his own strictness.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?" Ai Bao's eyes became clearer.

He looked at Yan Tang, who was a little pale in front of him, and asked worriedly.

"What's wrong with Yan Yan?" Ai Bao didn't know what happened, but he felt the extremely depressed emotions on Yan Tang.

He opened his arms and hugged Yan Tang tightly.

Ai Bao buried himself in Yan Tang's arms, and also hugged Yan Tang into his arms.

Yan Tang let go of his clenching teeth.

His mouth now tastes like blood.

He also hugged Aibao tightly in his arms.

"It's nothing, baby, I'm all right, nothing," he said.

It's not clear whether it's for Ai Bao or for himself.

"Yan Yan, don't be sad." Ai Bao raised his head and kissed Yan Tang's face.

His mouth was a little cold, but on Yan Tang's completely frozen face, it was unexpectedly warm and soft.

"It's okay, baby." Yan Tang said.

He let Aibao loosen a little, and stretched out his hand to smooth out his little curly hair.

"It's just, baby, we may not be able to sleep tonight, you have to accompany me to a place." Yan Tang said softly.

No matter how confused he is, Yan Tang will not leave Ai Bao alone at home.

Ai Bao caressed his face with Yan Tang's big hand.

He didn't ask where they were going or what they were going to do, he just nodded obediently and said, "Okay, Yan Yan."

So Yan Tang lifted the quilt and got up, he put on some clothes casually, and put them on for Ai Bao.

Aibao was wearing a short-sleeved brown bear and ginger shorts. Even in the dark, he looked bright and bright.

Yan Tang leads Ai Bao and walks out of the room in the moonlight.

Under the moonlight, Aibao is still exceptionally agile.

His round face was translucently white, his curly hair spread out under the faint moonlight, and Ai Bao's eyes were bright and clean.

When he got in the car, turned his head to look at Yan Tang, and rubbed Yan Tang's shoulder coquettishly, Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, and his heart, which was still turbulent just now, calmed down.

Yan Tang kissed Ai Bao's forehead, "It's hard work baby, you have to come out with me at night."

Abbot touched his forehead.

"It's not hard." He sat up and kissed Yan Tang's face.

"Yan Yan, don't be sad," Ai Bao popped Yan Tang several times.

He printed half of Yan Tang's face with his own pouty lips.

Yan Tang felt the wet hickey on his face.

He looked at Ai Bao, who was blinking and blinking, as if he still wanted to add bricks to his face, and he wanted to laugh helplessly.

"Okay, baby, I'm not sad." Yan Tang said.

By the way, he attached himself to help Ai Bao fasten his seat belt.

Yan Tang started the car, and he drove into the road in the deepest darkness before dawn.

Outside the car is a quiet world, where everything grows silently and silently.

In the car, Yan Tang turned on the warm lights in the car, and Ai Bao beside him was still humming an out-of-tune tune.

Yan Tang listened carefully.

"Yanyan, don't be sad—ah, don't be sad—"

Ai Bao's words were a little vague, and his tunes were also high and low.

But Yan Tang listened, all the frost on his face slowly disintegrated.

Yan Tang glanced at Ai Bao lightly.

Aibao is like the happiest star to fall on the earth.

He is clear and bright.

Every person passing by who was suffering from hunger and cold, saw him cheering, no matter how uncomfortable they were, they could be infected by his happiness, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help showing a smile.