he can fly

Thirteen.

After that, there was no more movement throughout the night.

All the cats closed their eyes.

-

After the event, Yan Tang took Aibao to eat KFC and went home.

Originally, there was a McDonald's near the Children's Palace. Yan Tang thought that there was no difference between KFC and McDonald's, so he originally wanted to take Ai Bao there.

But Abbott unexpectedly doesn't like McDonald's.

Yan Tang asked Ai Bao why.

Ai Bao said, "That yellow one looks like a butt."

He pointed at the huge "M" sign at the entrance of McDonald's, blinking his eyes.

Yan Tang looked at the "M" and fell into a short thought. He thought of Ai Bao's butt pain poem, and felt that Ai Bao's words were quite reasonable.

So they happily decided to drive to KFC.

Abbot is different from other children. He is neither obsessed with burgers nor ice cream. He only likes to eat chicken wings, such as spicy chicken wings and New Orleans grilled wings.

Yan Tang watched him eat so much that his hands and mouth were shiny, and he grabbed the coke with his fat paws, and he groaned after eating, looking very satisfied.

After wiping Ai Bao's chubby little hands and mouth clean, Yan Tang packed the well-fed Ai Bao into the car, and the two returned home smoothly.

On weekends, Aunt Zhang won't come, and there are only Yan Tang and Ai Bao at home.

According to the past, Yan Tang and Ai Bao would take a walk together after dinner at night.

But today, Ai Bao felt guilty when he got home.

Lying on the sofa without saying a word.

Yan Tang asked him what happened?

Ai Bao slept on the sofa, Xiaopang rubbed his stomach with his hands, looked at Yan Tang a little bit wronged and said, "My stomach hurts."

Yan Tang then sat beside him and rubbed him.

Stomach is hard, it seems to be indigestion.

Yan Tang guessed that Ai Bao would have a pain in his butt again later.

In fact, Yan Tang was also to blame for this.

Ai Bao can't eat too much fried food, he can't digest it, but Yan Tang sees Ai Bao's happy face and knows that Ai Bao may have indigestion, so he can't help but buy it for Ai Bao.

Yan Tang helped Ai Bao up and told him to lean on the sofa and sit up a little.

He went to the medicine cabinet to get Ai Bao Jianweixiaoshi tablets.

"Ai Bao feels sick to his stomach today, shall we have some millet porridge tonight?" Yan Tang sat sideways on the sofa, stroking Ai Bao's listless curly hair.

Ai Bao put him in Yan Tang's arms and nodded, "That's fine." He said.

Ai Bao was still dying until the time of porridge at night.

Tonight's walk plan was also cancelled, Ai Bao was also tired today, Yan Tang sent him to bed early to rest.

"Today we're going to continue reading "A Cat with Blue Eyes," Yan Tang said, taking out a book that was about the size of a small notebook.

Ai Bao groaned, and he lay on his side on the bed, unable to lie down flat, because his butt was still hurting after going to the toilet.

The lamp by Ai Bao's bedside is decorated by Yan Tang in warm colors.

The warm-colored lamp softened Yan Tang's somewhat cold facial features.

He opened the book and read with Ai Bao. Sometimes Ai Bao would stop when there was a word he didn't know, and Yan Tang would point to the word and teach him how to pronounce it.

Ai Bao learned it quickly, but when he encountered it on the next page, he would stop again and look at Yan Tang in a daze.

Yan Tang taught him tirelessly.

It may have been taught four or five times before Ai Bao finally learned it. When he met again next time, he would hesitate and read out tentatively.

When he read, his almond eyes were wide open, and his eyelashes were long and curled up.

Yan Tang would often touch his head, then bow his head and say to him, "Yes, that's how I read it."

Yan Tang thinks that Ai Bao is making rapid progress.

Ai Bao was lying in Yan Tang's arms. Yan Tang and Ai Bao had already washed up. After he took a hot bath, his body was steaming. Ai Bao liked it very much. He rubbed against Yan Tang's arms. , feel very comfortable.

The street lamps in the community outside the window are on, and the silhouettes of withered or flourishing trees in winter are printed on the wall beside Aibao's bed.

After reading the book, Ai Bao found out that there were extra guests in his room at night.

The shadow of the tree whirled and swayed, as if nodding to Aibao.

Ai Bao told Yan Tang that he saw a whale writhing in the shadow of a tree.

Yan Tang asked him, where is the whale going?

Abbot said he was going to swim to the desert, which was his home.

Yan Tang originally wanted to correct Ai Bao that whales can only survive in the sea, but when he looked at Ai Bao's shining eyes, his words turned around and turned into:

Yes, many deserts were seas thousands of years ago.He said.

Ai Bao looked at him with a soft smile and didn't speak.

Yan Tang stroked his curly hair again, and tucked his quilt back.

"Good night, Ai Bao." Yan Tang said.

"Good night, Yan Yan." Ai Bao blinked.

"Click—" said the lamp.

Yan Tang went back to his bedroom, he slept on the bed and had nothing to do.

In fact, he likes to get along with Ai Bao very much, although sometimes there will be communication barriers between them, he often can't understand Ai Bao's meaning, and Ai Bao can't understand his words.

But Aibao will not be impatient.

He would sigh and say, "That's fine."

What's more, Ai Bao is really cute, when he smiles, Yan Tang is out of control.

No wonder there are so many heterosexuals who like children, Yan Tang thought.

But let's forget about the child, Yan Tang shook his head, and touched his mobile phone from the side.

He is a man of steel, and he is considered pretty good if he can take charge of his own life.

Now, for the time being, let’s add Ai Bao’s life.

Yan Tang opened WeChat, he has been out with Ai Bao all day today, and he hasn't found a chance to check his phone yet.

Yan Tang read one by one.

"Brother Yan's Baby Center" is still dominated by Luo Xian, full of coquettish talk, and from time to time, short videos of demons dancing in the bar where he is in the bar are posted in the group.

Fatty Fang persuaded him earnestly, young people, go to bed early, stay up late less, and don't waste time, otherwise when you are middle-aged, your hair will cry and your weight will be silent.

Liu Tangxing didn't say anything.

Yan Tang shook his head, Luo Xian was just a child, his swagger did not attract the attention of the people he wanted to attract, he just wouldn't give up.

Then, Yan Tang suddenly saw several WeChat messages sent to him by Chen Shan.

Yan Tang clicked in to see, there were just a few photos, probably Chen Shan wanted to send them to someone, and transferred them to his chat box.

The photos are just a few group photos.

A group of people stood together, with a banner above it that read "The [-]th... Internet Network Security... Conference". The organizer seemed to be afraid of offending someone, so he stuffed all the names that could be inserted into it.

It looks stinky and long.

Yan Tang found Chen Shan's position, and she replaced Yan Tang, which is also YT company. Although YT company is not one of those old Internet leaders, it has developed well in recent years. It has its own software development and innovation. In the middle of the second row, it's quite forward.

Chen Shan was wearing a smart business attire, but her makeup was softer this time. Yan Tang's keen eyes could tell that the lipstick she was wearing was the soft pink "scheming bitch" that she had complained about countless times.

But Yan Tang thinks that Ai Bao is born with this kind of lip color, pink, and will turn red when he gets angry.

She looked at the camera with a gentle smile.

It looks like that.

When Yan Tang zoomed out of the picture and was about to exit, he casually glanced at the first row.

As a result, at the leftmost position in the first row, he saw an unexpected person.

Yan Tang frowned, and zoomed in on the photo again, until the entire screen of the phone was filled with the person on the far left in the first row.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, Yan Tang had zoomed in too much, the image quality was already blurry, it could only be vaguely seen that he should be quite tall, he seemed to be wearing glasses, and the smile on his face looked very calm.

Yan Tang sat on the bed and stared at this blurred person who seemed to be covered in mosaics all over his body, without any other movements for a long time.

After a while, he tapped the screen to exit the picture.

"In the second photo, who is the man on the far left in the first row?" Yan Tang had already typed the words into the dialog box.

But after thinking about it, he still deleted all the characters one by one.

Forget it, asking such a question is too pointless.

So many years have passed, who cares who?

Yan Tang snorted and threw the mobile phone aside indifferently.

Yan Tang was lying on the bed, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a little poem he saw when he was flipping through Ai Bao's poetry masterpiece a few days ago:

"No one came

no one goes

All these years

no one remembers you

Gardenias are blooming

the wood in the distance

Aibo

it's all here"

In fact, in Ai Bao's masterpiece of poetry, most of them are fragmentary words, most of which are full of life breath and happy emotions, but for some reason, this poem makes people feel melancholy for no reason.

Maybe it was written on a rainy day, Yan Tang speculated.

Yan Tang guessed that Ai Bao could not write the word "tree" either, because he could not read the word "tree" when he encountered it today, so he used "wood" instead.

But it reads quite harmoniously.

In fact, Yan Tang didn't know what Ai Bao was like when he was lying on the table and writing this poem, what kind of state he was in, or what Ai Bao wanted to write and record.

But when Yan Tang thought of this little poem, he felt strangely that Ai Bao seemed to be beside him, embracing him with flowers, trees and sunshine.

He smiled softly, and he still smelled of milk.