he can fly

twelve.

"It's okay!" said the little cat.

He moved on.

"I'll meet other fellows,

I can ask them for directions again. "

-

The building block task that Yan Tang and Ai Bao drew was to build a dwarf's wooden house based on the fairy tale "Snow White", relying on the imagination of children and parents.

Yantang originally envisioned a more traditional house with a pointed roof, but Ai Bao thought the wooden house should be round.

"Because wood is round," Abbott said.

Ai Bao explained that the dwarves are very short, only as high as a person's knee. They can find a very thick tree, and then hollow out the tree to live in it.

Yan Tang thought for a while, and felt that it made sense. The dwarf's wooden house is not necessarily a house that ordinary people saw wood into their ideal and regular shape, and spliced ​​it together.What Aibao said about living in wood is actually more in line with dwarves.

"But our building blocks are square," Yan Tang placed in front of Aibao the building blocks of different colors, shapes and sizes, but square, triangular and cylindrical.

"How do we spell out a tree with the bottom hollowed out?" Yan Tang asked.

Abbot thought about it.

He picked up an orange cylindrical building block, and picked two small green square blocks to place on both sides of the cylinder.

In this way, the cylindrical volume wood is stepped on the square volume wood to stand up, and the bottom is also vacant.

"It's done!" Aibao said happily.

Yan Tang looked at the dwarf wooden house that was assembled with three building blocks in front of him without a word.

The teachers in charge of their groups haven't paid attention to them for the time being, so they haven't discovered Ai Bao's shocking masterpiece.

The teacher was patiently coordinating the family at the next table. Obviously, the parents at that table were in a bad mood because of the child's lack of cooperation.

"I think this house is a little small," Yan Tang said, "do you really not consider making it bigger?"

"There are seven dwarfs," he said.

Ai Bao froze for a moment.

His little curly hair curled up and dangled in mid-air.

"Yeah," Abbott said, "seven!"

Ai Bao looked at the small building block house in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao with relief, and when he was going to suggest that they redo and reimagine the wooden house together, Ai Bao had already figured out a solution.

"We can make seven!" Ai Bao was happy again.

He stretched out his chubby hand and took several different small cylindrical building blocks from the bag.

"Different colors are different dwarves' rooms," Abbott said.

He continued to finish his log cabin while talking.

"So the seven brothers want to live separately?" Yan Tang continued to ask without giving up.

When the teacher in charge came over and asked them about their creative inspiration, Yan Tang didn't even know how to get Ai Baoyuan back.

"Of course not!" Ai Bao was next to Yan Tang, his left arm was next to Yan Tang's right arm, and the two looked very close.

"We formed these small trees into a big circle," said Ai Bao, connecting one by one, and forming a circle of wooden houses composed of pairs of cylinders and cubes.

His white hands shuttled among the colorful building blocks.

"Dwarfs, sleep in your own room, wake up, and they can meet in the circle!" said Abbott.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Ai Bao to think so comprehensively and creatively.

Aibao has completed his wooden house perfectly, and he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Then what do I need to do?" Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao's complacent look and asked.

It seems that there is no place for him anymore.

Ai Bao heard this and turned to look at him.

Ai Bao thought about it, "Yan Yan can sit with me."

After he finished speaking, he leaned back on Yan Tang.

The whole Ai Bao softened in Yan Tang's arms.

He comfortably used Yan Tang as a sofa and rubbed against Yan Tang.

Yan Tang had no choice but to let Ai Bao cling to him.

Yan Tang and Ai Bao were at the last table in their group, and the teacher in charge was still hovering around the front tables, obviously trying to coordinate repeatedly, appease the parents, and teach them how to get along with their children.

It was only then that Yan Tang discovered that many children with intellectual problems usually have moderate communication barriers, such as the children at the tables in front of them, as well as Doudou, who had a chatter with Aibao before.

In contrast, Aibao seems to be much more normal.

"Why is it so difficult for these children to communicate with their parents?" Yan Tang was a little puzzled.

He saw a little girl on the second table in front of her violently hammering the table, throwing building blocks all over the place. Her mother kept patting her on the back to comfort her, but the little girl became more and more irritable. Kick up your feet.

Ai Bao heard Yan Tang muttering the same question to himself.

He also looked in the direction Yan Tang was looking at.

Ai Bao blinked his almond eyes, and he looked at the anxious mother and daughter.

There was no emotion in his round eyes, no confusion, no incomprehension, and no sympathy at all, they were clean and clear at a glance.

"Because they speak different languages." Aibao replied suddenly.

His voice was soft and crisp.

Yan Tang looked back at Ai Bao, he was a little surprised that Ai Bao would give the answer to this question.

"Then what are the different languages?" Yan Tang asked.

He suddenly became interested in Ai Bao's explanation.

"Hey, it's very complicated," Ai Bao curled up in Yan Tang's arms and shook his head.

"It's complicated," he said.

"Then Ai Bao and Doudou just spoke in another language?" Yan Tang asked.

"That's right," Abbott said.

Ai Bao rolled around in Yan Tang's arms. He rolled from Yan Tang's shoulders to his arms for a while, and rolled back from his arms to his shoulders for a while, enjoying himself on the slide.

"Then Aibao, can you tell me what I just talked with Doudou?" Yan Tang asked patiently.

Ai Bao gave an unexpected answer, "We didn't talk about anything." He said.

"We're just happy," Aibao stopped rolling, he stopped at Yantang's shoulder, "he was happy, so he said 'hahahaha', and I was also happy, so I said, 'woo la woo La la', he found out that he and I would be happy, so he was even happier."

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows and looked at Ai Bao.

This is a whole new understanding.

Aibao seems to be used to these things.

"If we can't communicate in one language, there will be disagreements," Abbott said.

He blinked those round eyes, which were still clean and penetrating.

Yan Tang originally wanted to exchange a few more words with Ai Bao on this "language" issue, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the teacher in charge finally came to Yan Tang and Ai Bao's table.

"Has this been completed?" The teacher in charge seemed to have a good temper. After coordinating for so long, when she walked in front of Yan Tang and Ai Bao, she put on a smile again.

When Ai Bao saw the outsider coming, he stopped talking.

He buried himself in Yan Tang's arms, and Yan Tang's arms covered him, only revealing a pair of big eyes peeking at the stranger.

Yan Tang touched Ai Bao's curly hair with his backhand to comfort him.

"Yes," Yan Tang said to the teacher in charge, "This is the dwarf cabin that Ai Bao wanted."

The teacher in charge also saw Ai Bao's defense and resistance to outsiders, so she smiled softly.

"Wow, this is really well done," she looked at the circle of cylinders in front of her in surprise, and gave a thumbs up.

Ai Bao secretly glanced at the teacher in charge again.

The teacher in charge continued, "I think this dwarf wooden house is very special, it is different from what I have seen before!"

"Ai Bao, can you please tell me why you designed it like this? I really want to know your thoughts." The teacher in charge squatted down, looked at Ai Bao, and said softly.

Yan Tang was shocked by the acting skills of the teacher in charge.

Such abstract works as Aibao can be praised, and they are constantly praised with different words.

Sure enough, the teachers engaged in children's education are all movie kings and queens.

Ai Bao quietly looked at the teacher in charge for a while in Yan Tang's arms.

The teacher in charge also looked at him with a smile.

Yan Tang touched Ai Bao's little curly hair again, and rubbed his little head.

Ai Bao's problem of not speaking to outsiders should be corrected.

This time he didn't intend to help Ai Bao, and let Ai Bao answer other people's questions alone.

Ai Bao looked up at Yan Tang, from Yan Tang's perspective, he could see Ai Bao's clear eyes.

It seems that Yan Yan will not help him this time, so Ai Bao can only answer by himself.

"This is the dwarf's room," said Aibao in a low voice, pointing to the cylindrical circle outside.

Then he pointed to the circular open space surrounded by a circle of cylinders, "They can meet here every day," he said.

The teacher in charge nodded while listening.

"This is a very good idea!" The teacher in charge strongly affirmed.

Then, the teacher in charge asked a few questions based on Ai Bao's introduction, such as what would the dwarves do in the big circle, how often do they sleep and get up, will they change rooms to sleep...

After Ai Bao listened to the question, he reacted for a while, and was stunned for a while, before he hesitated to answer.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao's small round eyes erratically.

After the teacher in charge finished asking, he praised Ai Bao at the end, smiled politely at Yan Tang, and then walked to the front of the family to start a new round of teaching and coordination.

The teacher in charge walked away, and Yan Tang was about to ask Ai Bao why he didn't answer the teacher's question directly, but was so slow every time, when he heard Ai Bao sigh heavily.

"What's the matter, Ai Bao?" Yan Tang asked.

"This is wrong," Ai Bao said, shaking his little head. "Everyone who comes to coax Ai Bao to talk likes to praise me, and then ask me a lot of questions."

Ai Bao said, "But in fact, in their hearts, they are not really curious about these issues."

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, "So Ai Bao doesn't like talking to others?" He asked.

Yan Tang always thought that Ai Bao always resisted outsiders because he was slow and shy, but he didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns in Ai Bao's heart.

"I answered their questions, knowing that what they cared about was not my answer, but I answered them anyway, just to coax them." Ai Bao said.

Ai Bao's hand rested on Yan Tang's thigh, and his white hand was particularly conspicuous on Yan Tang's dark pants.

"But why does Aibao coax people he doesn't know?" He said, "People who don't know often use strange languages. I don't like that."

Yan Tang suddenly understood a little bit of Ai Bao's logic.

"Then Ai Bao thinks he will be unhappy when coaxing others, right?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao hugged Yan Tang's hand and said sullenly, "A little bit."

"Ai Bao has grown up and doesn't need to be coaxed by others." He said.