he can fly

110 II.

He carefully lowered the duck into the water,

Then give it a light push and send it on its way.

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Yan Dong's death did not cause any splashes.

After Yan Tang completed the relevant procedures, there was no further follow-up.

In fact, Yan Dong is no different from a drop of water in the vast sea of ​​people. If he disappears into the crowd, it will be difficult to find him, but the sea is no different.

Then he died, and it was difficult to be found, and the sea was not the same.

Maybe in this world, besides Yan Tang, there are only two or three sex friends, let's just think of him occasionally on a certain night.

Leaving aside Yan Dong, those who have passed away are not as important as the rest of their lives.

Yan Tang is such a cold person.

In the past 28 years, he has long been used to living independently, and Yan Dong's death will not cause any disturbance in Yan Tang's life after 28 years.

Yan Tang finished the meeting this afternoon. According to the monitoring, when Ai Bao and Professor Zeng were in class, he said to Professor Zeng very unhappy, "Ai Bao hasn't written any poems recently!" '

When he said this, he was still a little angry, and his face was bulging.

Yan Tang is familiar with Ai Bao's appearance.

If he was facing Yan Tang instead of Professor Zeng, Ai Bao's petty temper would be even worse.

Professor Zeng didn't understand what Ai Bao meant at first, so she asked Ai Bao, 'Then how about we write this afternoon? '

But Ai Bao was still not happy, he pouted his lips and said sadly, "Ai Bao can't write poems anymore!" '

He was devastated.

Only then did Professor Zeng realize that it turned out that Ai Bao was saying that he had no inspiration.

So she sighed sympathetically, 'Oh baby, geniuses are always so prone to uninspired misery. '

Ai Bao obviously didn't quite understand what "inspiration" meant.

Yan Tang watched his eyes secretly turn around, and thought for a while before he understood.

Ai Bao sighed deeply, then leaned his hands on the table, and said with his chin resting, 'Yes! '

Yan Tang watched, the corners of his mouth raised slightly involuntarily.

It's not his fault, it's because Ai Baoyuan's face shows an old-fashioned look, it's really funny.

Professor Zeng and Ai Bao figured out a way together.

Finally, Professor Zeng suggested that Ai Bao come to play 'Poetry Solitaire'.

That is, he writes a sentence, others write a sentence, and then finally see what the poem looks like.

Ai Bao listened and asked, 'Then Ai Bao can play this with Yan Yan! '

When he asked this question, his eyes lit up a lot.

Professor Zeng pushed his glasses and said, 'Of course. '

Then Yan Tang heard Baby Pig cheering, the melancholy on his face was wiped away, and he was happy again.

So, in the call this evening, as Yan Tang expected, Ai Bao mentioned this matter.

"Yan Yan! You can come back..." Ai Bao asked Yan Tang sweetly.

Whenever he wants to ask Yan Tang for something, he will use this sticky fart voice.

Before Ai Bao finished speaking, Yan Tang had already answered, "Yes, no problem, I'll be back early today."

Ai Bao was very happy when he heard Yan Tang's answer, "Then Ai Bao wants two bags of sesame candies, okay?"

Yan Tang: ...?

Wait, didn't you ask him 'Can you come back and play poetry with Abbott'? ?

How did it become sesame candy? ?

Before Yan Tang had time to react, Ai Bao already thought that Yan Tang had agreed.

He went on to say, "There is one more thing!" Ai Bao said, feeling a little shy, as if he had made a lot of requests.

'Yan Yan go home early and play a game with Ai Bao, okay? "he asks.

Yan Tang: ...

"No problem, baby... I'll be back early..." Yan Tang wiped his face and said calmly, "Sesame candy, do you want it today?"

He said why Ai Bao's voice was so sweet just now, so sweet that it was obviously ulterior motives and conspiracy.

"Hmm..." Ai Bao thought for a while, "Then you can ask for it tomorrow!"

he said generously.

Yan Tang can only fulfill his promise, there is no other way, he promised too soon to cause trouble, "That kind of baby, it's a little late today, a little too late. I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Ai Bao hummed contentedly.

You must know that the previous few times Yan Tang refused righteously, saying that Ai Bao can no longer eat more sesame candies, which is not good for teeth.

I didn't expect that he would agree to it just by downloading it today!

This made Abbot very happy!

Yan Tang is also helpless.

He and Ai Bao chatted about other things, and after the miscellaneous trivial matters, they hung up the phone.

Yan Tang learned from the afternoon that he was going to play this "poetry solitaire game" with Ai Bao, so he stepped up to work.

Fortunately, he had a lot of meetings in the morning, so he didn't get distracted by Ai Bao, and the task at hand was fine.

When he went back, it was only around eight o'clock in the evening, which was exactly the time for Aunt Zhang to cook pigs.

Shabu-shabu is also the time for Ai Bao to take a bath.

Yan Tang stood in the living room on the first floor, and could hear the conversation between Ai Bao and Aunt Zhang in the bathroom from a long distance away.

"Is Yan Yan back?" Ai Bao asked Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang should have said not yet.

Ai Bao said, "I heard the sound of the door opening! Yan Yan must be back!"

He was very sure.

Aunt Zhang said, then I will go and have a look.

Then Aunt Zhang walked to the corridor and bumped into Yan Tang who came up.

"Huh? Mr. Yan came back so early today?" Aunt Zhang was quite surprised. She came out just to take a look, and the bubbles on her hands hadn't been washed off, but she didn't expect that Yan Tang really came back.

Yan Tang nodded, and took over the sacred job in her hand, letting him cook the baby pig.

"Wash your hands, go back and rest, I'll rinse... Just give Aibao a bath." He said.

Aunt Zhang nodded without delay.

When she entered the bathroom with Yan Tang, Ai Bao was flying around with a rubber duck.

In the eyes of Ai Bao, the duck in the bath has turned into a plane with big wings. Yan Tang watched Ai Bao hold the duck in one hand for a while, let it take off from the water in the bathtub, and then change another one Hand, let the duck complete the difficult movement of gliding in mid-air.

"Yan Yan!" Ai Bao called Yan Tang as soon as he came in.

Yan Tang rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, "Baby, are you still unwashed?"

He saw that Ai Bao's curly hair was wet, obviously washed.

After washing her hands, Aunt Zhang who walked to the door explained, "Yes, it's only on her body."

Yan Tang nodded.

He made Aibao stand up and bubbled Aibao.

"As soon as Yan Yan entered the door today, Ai Bao found out!" Ai Bao grabbed his bathmate and said flamboyantly while looking at Yan Tang.

Yan Tang told Ai Bao to turn around, and he rubbed Ai Bao's back, "Then you are really amazing, baby."

Ai Bao deservedly responded to the compliment, "Yes!"

After he finished speaking, he felt that he was a little immodest, and quickly added, "Yan Yan is also very powerful!"

Yan Tang laughed, he teased Ai Bao, "Then what am I good at?"

Ai Bao tilted his head, and he said it casually without thinking too much.

He thought for a while and came up with the answer, and said happily, "Ai Bao is very good at this aspect!"

Yan Tang didn't say anything.

He didn't expect Ai Bao's mind to turn so fast.

Obviously Yan Tang also knew that this was what Ai Bao said casually.

However, the smile on his face never disappeared.

He and Abbott are trying Poetry Solitaire for the first time tonight.

When Yan Tang also took a shower and changed his clothes, Ai Bao had already taken out the poetry book and pen he used before, and put them in front of him, ready to go.

Yan Tang saw some old notebooks in Aibao's hands at first glance, but he didn't recognize them at first glance, "Baby, what kind of notebook is this? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Ai Bao replied, "This is the book Ai Bao used to write poems in!"

It was only then that Yan Tang remembered that this was the notebook that Police Officer Liu brought together last time.

"Then baby, do you want to write in this notebook?" Yan Tang lifted the quilt and sat in.