he can fly

110 a.

Death watched the duck,

It stopped breathing and lay there quietly.

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Yan Dong's funeral was very simple, when the body was cremated in the funeral home.

The person in charge asked Yan Tang, do you want to hold a memorial service?

Yan Tang shook his head.

In these years, he didn't know much about Yan Dong. Yan Tang didn't know who his friends were around him, and he didn't want to find out.

Because he probably knew in his heart that his so-called friends were nothing more than wine and meat friends.

Perhaps this is rare. The family members who refused to hold a memorial service for their relatives were stunned when they heard the words.

He was about to hand over the price report of the memorial service to Yan Tang, but he stopped without embarrassment.

"Then do you need makeup?" The person in charge put the documents in his arms back and asked again.

Yan Tang didn't understand why he put makeup on the dead, but he thought about it and found it acceptable, "Yes, then can I see my father for the last time later?"

The person in charge nodded, "No problem."

He pointed to the chair outside, "Sir, please wait for a while, let's go get ready."

Yan Tang hummed, walked to the side chair and sat down.

He specially asked for an afternoon off today, Chen Shan suggested that he simply ask for three days to adjust, Yan Tang thought about it but refused.

He is in a good mental state now, and Yan Tang feels that he can handle it well.

If things go well here, he might be able to go home and have dinner with Abbott.

Ai Bao is in a good mood recently, he took good care of the sesame candies and spider plants he brought from Aunt Li.

Yan Tang watched from the monitor in his office, and could often see Ai Bao staring at the spider plant on the window sill, while clicking sesame candies with his mouth.

He doesn't forget the spider plants when he eats. Although the spider plants can't eat sesame candies, Ai Bao gets up every morning to water the spider plants.

Yan Tang often watched him lying on his desk, mouth pouted, his eyes wide open, and half of the blue sky and white clouds outside the window were printed.

After watching Aibao quietly for a while, looking at the appearance of the green spider plant, Yan Tang felt that all the pressures in him were washed away.

This is probably a very magical influence of Ai Bao on Yan Tang.

The waiting time is boring.

The funeral home doesn't have much business. When Yan Tang came, he only saw a family leave. Now in the whole hall, there are only Yan Tang and the receptionist in charge of the front desk.

Yan Tang looked around, the spotless marble floor, the roaring desktop air conditioner, one or two pots of dying green plants, and a few rows of three-dimensional characters stuck on the wall, something like "check carefully, the last respect for life" of.

The hall of the funeral parlor was very empty. After Yan Tang looked back and forth, there was nothing else to observe.

When Yan Tang was bored, he regretted why he didn't bring the computer, so that he could do some work anyway.

It's okay to be idle, Yan Tang turned on his mobile phone, planning to browse through WeChat to kill time.

His profile picture is still that of Abbott blowing out the candles of his birthday cake on his birthday.

Yan Tang looked at his profile picture, his brows and eyes softened a bit.

He used his thumb to touch Ai Bao's soft face on the phone screen.

Ai Bao is always like this, he is very happy every day, even if he has a small temper occasionally, it is still a happy small temper.

As long as you give Aibao company, a little surprise, and love, he can be happy forever like this.

Yan Tang stared at his profile picture on private Wechat, lost in thought for a moment.

It is already September now, and in a few months, it will be November, and it will be Ai Bao's birthday.

Abbott was an adult by then.

When he first adopted Ai Bao, Yan Tang always felt that this was extremely long, but after staying with Ai Bao for a long time, Yan Tang realized that time can pass so quickly.

It seems that just a second ago, it was the first time he met Ai Bao who was sitting on the climbing mat on the floor and playing with the ball, and now, it was almost Ai Bao's birthday.

Yan Tang recalled the nearly a year of getting along with Ai Bao.

If he hadn't met Ai Bao this year, he might still be the same Yan Tang who hangs out in various bars and boxing rings.

It was still Yan Tang who worked step by step but lost his passion and talent.

It was still Yan Tang who was slowly dying in despair.

If there is no Aibao, Yan Tang will still be Yan Tang, but it is a fragmented Yan Tang, he may not be able to bear it, or it will take more time to accept what Yan Tang can carry today.

Yan Tang leaned against the cool wall.

Cold air passed through his neck.

Maybe because the waiting time was too long, Yan Tang's thoughts began to gradually diverge.

Maybe this is what Abbott meant by fate?

Yan Tang didn't know either.

He has always been able to clearly feel that his feelings for Ai Bao are slowly deteriorating.

What this feeling has become has not yet been finalized, it is still in the stage of transformation.

If it turns into love, Yan Tang is not sure, if it turns into some kind of emotion beyond family affection, Yan Tang is not sure either.

But this is changing quietly, his feelings for Ai Bao, Yan Tang knows, are still within his controllable range.

He promised Ai Bao that if he fell in love with Ai Bao, he must tell him.

Then Yan Tang thought, if he is 100% sure that he loves Ai Bao, he will tell Ai Bao explicitly.

Everything still needs to wait and see what happens, and let nature take its course.

Yan Tang stared at his profile picture on WeChat. In the profile picture, Ai Bao was pouting and blowing on a burning candle. He looked extremely happy.

As if it was the first time to do this, Yan Tang could still feel Aibao's excitement through the screen.

"Sir, I've finished my makeup, come and take a look." The person in charge poked his head out of the room and called Yan Tang.

Yan Tang hummed, he turned off the phone and put it in his trouser pocket, stood up and walked in.

Putting makeup on the body is actually a difficult technical job, but Yan Dong should belong to the easy-to-operate category. After all, he has not passed away for a long time, and he is not too stiff.

Because he died in a vegetative state, his expression was very peaceful, and there was no vicious look on his face.

When Yan Tang walked in, he saw a peaceful Yan Dong lying on the bed quietly.

It seems that the mortician in charge of makeup for Yan Dong is highly skilled.

The skin on Yan Dong's face was paler than before. I don't know if it was blush or something, but there was still a little blood color, as if he was just asleep.

And between Yan Dong's brows and eyes, a warm breath that had disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared again, which made Yan Tang think of him when he was young for no reason when he looked at him.

At that time, he could still call Yan Dong's father without hesitation.

Yan Dong was considered an intellectual before.Still teaching in school.

Although their family is not well-off, Yan Dong has a first love wife he pursued, a smart son, and a good social status.

Yan Tang still remembers that when he was a child, Yan Dong would write articles for magazines, and the royalties he received were usually used to donate to poor students.

How come now, he ended up with his family ruined and his wife separated?

Even when he died, he was the only son beside him who was unwilling and only had Bingshuang in his heart.

Yan Tang looked at the dead Yan Dong. He stood in front of Yan Dong and looked back on his life instead of Yan Dong. Yan Tang only felt the impermanence and absurdity of fate.

What makes a good husband, good father, good teacher, and even a good person in the first half of his life become a liar, a pervert, a hermaphrodite, and a shameless author in the second half of his life?

Yan Tang didn't know either.

"Sir, do you think it's time to start now?" The person in charge saw that Yan Tang seemed to have finished contemplating, so he asked aloud.

Yan Tang let out a cry.

He naturally knew what the person in charge meant, and he was asking him if he wanted to be cremated.

Yan Tang looked at his father again, he thought maybe in another hour or two hours, Yan Dong would be turned into a handful of ashes.

Yan Tang's heart suddenly felt great sadness.

In his 28 years of life, he wanted to stab Yan Dong to death countless times, or die with him.

And when Yan Dong turned into ashes, lying in a small box, Yan Tang found that he still didn't want to do this.

"Burn it." After a long time, Yan Tang said, "Burn it."

He repeated it again.

The person in charge nodded.

Afterwards, there was nothing to do with Yan Tang.

At the funeral parlor, Yan Tang has completed the burial process, and when Yan Dong's ashes are put into the urn, there will be mourners to send him to the reserved cemetery.

It's not that Yan Tang doesn't want to do it himself, but that Yan Tang thinks he's not suitable for doing these things.

He also needs time to digest this.

He has always been a rational and cold person. Yan Tang has arranged in his mind the work he needs to do, the life he needs to arrange, and the time he needs to spend with Ai Bao. There are too many of these projects, and Yan Dong does not It is worthwhile for Yan Tang to put down all the affairs in his hands and be responsible to the end.

What is alive and existing is the most important thing.

Yan Tang walked out of the funeral home, no longer procrastinating.

The person in charge was a little surprised when he saw the relentless family member turn around and leave.

However, in a place like the funeral parlor, he has seen too many things in life, so it's not too strange.

Yan Tang got into the car and was ready to go home.

He went home to take a hot bath.

After all, going into a place like a funeral parlor, according to Chinese metaphysics, means that there is a breath of death; according to the principles of Western medicine, it means that Yan Tang is worried about what germs he has on his body.

Yan Tang looked at the time, it was 4:[-] pm, and it should be past [-]:[-] pm when he got home.

After thinking about it, he connected his mobile phone to the Bluetooth of the car, and called Ai Bao.

This is the first time he took the initiative to call Ai Bao.

During the first and second calls, perhaps because the phone watch was not nearby, Ai Bao did not connect.

It wasn't until the third phone call that Yan Tang's ears were full of beeping sounds.

"Yan Yan!" Ai Bao was very surprised, "Yan Yan and Ai Bao called!"

The last sentence he said seemed to be addressed to Aunt Zhang next to him, and his tone was quite smug.

While starting the car, Yan Tang replied to Ai Bao, "Yes, Ai Bao, I called you."

He said, "Today I won't be back until around 7:[-] in the evening, baby, you and auntie have dinner first, don't wait for me!"

Abbot groaned.

He obviously didn't expect Yan Tang to return so early today.

"Then can Yan Yan eat apple fruit with Ai Bao tonight?" Ai Bao asked.

Yan Tang showed a faint smile.

The last time he ate apples with Ai Bao, the remaining three pieces all went to Ai Bao's stomach.

"Of course, baby," Yan Tang stepped on the gas pedal and got on the highway, "You have to wait for me at home to have a good meal, do you hear me?"

Ai Bao said obediently, "I heard you."

Then he talked to Yan Tang on the phone, and suddenly hung up the phone in a hurry, "Goodbye, Yan Yan! SpongeBob SquarePants has started, and Aibao is going to watch TV! Goodbye!"

Before Yan Tang had time to say anything, there was only a rush of busy voices in his ears.

He shook his head with a smile, pressed the Bluetooth button in the car, and disconnected.

Abbot is really a big fan of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Every day at this time, I have to stay in front of the TV and wait for SpongeBob SquarePants to start broadcasting.

Yan Tang drove the car along the straight road. He was driving from a wilderness to a bustling city. There was his home in the city, and Ai Bao was waiting for him.

The emotion between Yan Tang's brows was very peaceful.

Goodbye, Yan Dong, goodbye, Dad.