he can fly

140.

The game hall in winter is heated and a bit stuffy.

One after another game consoles around Yan Tang rumbled and flashed their lights, playing a song repeatedly, making Yan Tang feel a little annoyed.

He tugged at the collar of his school uniform, trying to disperse the heat from his body.

Yan Tang looked around.

He was obviously the only one in the game hall, and he didn't know what the owner of the store was thinking, turning on the heating and music.

Yan Tang frowned, he planned to play the last game, then go for a casual stroll in the street, to kill time until evening self-study and then go to school to daze.

Anyway, he is a problem student, and the teacher will not take care of him.

Yan Tang put his last game coin into the game machine.

With a clatter, the game coins rolled into the passage, and the game console in front of Yan Tang flashed the lights again, and came alive with a rattling sound.

"YOUWIN!"

In less than a minute, Yan Tang had broken all the levels in the game console.

The game tickets were spit out by the game console in a series, scattered on the ground, and dragged all over the place.

Yan Tang waited with no expression on his face. When the game console finally finished throwing up, he bent down and tore off the ticket.

He picked up a large handful of game cards on the table next to him and went to the front desk.

There are activities in the game hall, and 3000 game card tickets can be exchanged for a cash reward of 52 yuan.

It took Yan Tang two days to come here, and learned about basically all the game consoles for five yuan.

Today he took the last ten yuan in his pocket and bought game coins.

The bundles of game cards in his hand, not to mention 3000, 4000 may be there.

But Yan Tang didn't want to exchange that 4000 for some small game console, he just wanted 52 yuan.

When Yan Tang took the ticket to the cashier, the boss looked at it, and the smile on his face didn't hold back, it cracked a bit.

"Little handsome guy..." The boss looked at the pile of tickets on the table with a sad face, "Whatever you want, just say it."

"You don't count?" Yan Tang asked.

The boss waved his hand, "What do you count, your ticket is worth three or four thousand, what do you want?"

Yan Tang hummed.

"I want the 52 yuan one." He said.

The boss didn't expect Yan Tang to only cost 52 yuan. He looked at Yan Tang and kindly reminded him, "Don't want that 4000-ticket game console? That's worth more than 100 yuan, so expensive!"

Yan Tang shook his head, "It's only 52 yuan."

The boss didn't say much.

If others help him save money, he can still force it, can't he?

"That's fine, that's 52 yuan." The boss said, bent down to open the cabinet, and took out five brand new ten yuan bills and two coins from inside.

In front of Yan Tang, he counted them one by one and handed them to him, "Come on, handsome boy, 52 yuan!"

Yan Tang took it and thanked him.

He put the money in his pocket casually and walked outside the game hall.

In fact, he came to this game hall to pass the time.

Yan Tang likes games, but he is not full yet, so he can't go to Internet cafes.

Sometimes he would go outside those Internet cafes with glass windows and stand and watch others play games.

Yan Tang is not obsessed with the scenes of fighting and killing on the computer screen. Unlike many boys, he even finds those fighting boring.

He watched others fight, and what he saw was the operation.

He was very curious, how could the characters in the game be moved with such a few simple keyboard keys?

Yan Tang could stand outside the Internet cafe and watch the people inside the Internet cafe crackling and operating for a long time.

Yan Tang doesn't care about the winning or losing of the people in it, he just thinks about the design and the program so that the villains in these games can move flexibly.

The game hall is just for him to pass the boring time.

Yan Tang walked through a long and narrow passage to the door of the game hall.

He pushed open the heavy glass door, ready to buy a cup of milk tea and try it.

Guo Jiayi always said recently that drinking hot milk tea in winter feels very comfortable.

Yan Tang also wanted to try.

As soon as Yan Tang opened the door, the cold wind hit his face, he squinted his eyes, before he could take a step, he suddenly found a child sitting on the steps of the door.

Yan Tang looked at the lonely child sitting on the stairs with some doubts.

With his back facing Yan Tang, the child had curly hair, was roundly dressed, and wore a red scarf.

This place is usually a deserted island except for the fact that students come to eat supper and buy milk tea to make it more lively, except for the school and self-study in the evening.

How could there be a child?

But Yan Tang didn't think much about it, he guessed that it might be the child of a shop owner.

Yan Tang put his hands in his hands and continued walking.

And he hadn't taken a few steps.

He suddenly heard the footsteps of the kid running towards him.

When Yan Tang turned his head, he saw a child about six or seven years old running over like a little penguin.

The child's face was small and round, like a white jade plate. The child's facial features were delicate, his eyes were black and big, and his eyelashes were long and curled up. He might have been frozen, and the tip of his nose was a little red.

Looks like a very well behaved kid.

"... What's the matter?" No one would dislike cute things.Yan Tang tried his best to slow down his voice, and went to ask the child who ran over papa papa.

The child blinked.

He ran to Yan Tang and stopped.

He tilted his head and looked at the tall brother in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Yan Tang squatted down, looked at the child at the same level, and asked him patiently again.

He pulled out a somewhat stiff smile, trying not to make his expression look too cold.

The child took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Yan Tang.

"Aibao," he said, pointing at himself, indicating that it was Aibao.

"Miss it!" Then, Ai Bao pouted again, and waved his two little fat hands in front of Yan Tang, "Miss it!"

He repeated it again.

Yan Tang didn't understand what the kid in front of him meant.

He lowered his head and opened the paper in his hand.

A few lines of words were written on the paper:

"Stranger: Hello!

The child in front of you, named Aibao, has a slight intellectual problem.If you meet him and hand you this piece of paper, it means he got lost with us!Please call me (Aibao's father) at 136XXXXXXXX, thank you in cash!

This child is very important to us, please contact us as soon as you see this note, it doesn't matter how much you want to thank, we are all happy to pay! "

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

A look of bewilderment appeared on his youthful face.

"...So, your name is Ai Bao, are you lost now?" Yan Tang asked the fleshy child in front of him.

Ai Bao laughed cheerfully when he heard his name.He didn't respond to Yan Tang, as if he didn't understand.

It was only then that Yan Tang remembered that the letter said that the child had some mild intellectual problems.

"I'll call your parents." Yan Tang stood up and walked to the chair on the side of the road.

He walked a few steps, but did not see Ai Bao following up.

Yan Tang hurriedly turned his head, backed up, picked up Ai Bao who was still wandering in place, and dragged him away.

The child's parents must be very concerned about him.

Yan Tang held Ai Bao's little hand and thought.

Moreover, this hand is not only soft, but the skin is as delicate as satin, which is more delicate than that of ordinary children.

Probably no one at home asked him what he did, Yan Tang thought about the note again, it said "how much money is not a problem", the preciousness of this child to his parents is clear at a glance.

It seems that he was also spoiled and raised.

Aibao clicked his mouth a few times.

He looked at his hand curiously, being held by this tall brother.

This brother's hands were warm and big, and he walked slowly, without urging Ai Bao.

Ai Bao blinked, and suddenly showed a bright smile.

The tip of his nose was pink, as if the cherry blossoms in early spring fell on his face through the snow and rain in winter.