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140 II.

Mr. Ai's place is still some distance away from where Yan Tang and Ai Bao are staying.

I don't know how this kid got here with his small arms and legs.

Yan Tang eats and drinks quickly, he drank a large bottle of hot milk tea within two sips.

Holding the empty bottle, he looked at Ai Bao who was still breathing hard on the milk tea.

For children, this bottle of more than 500 ml of milk tea is not a lot at all. Aibao has worked hard for a long time, but he only drank about half of it.

Ai Bao stopped drinking while drinking.

He exhaled a mouthful of sweet hot air, smacked his own lips, and relished the sweetness in his mouth.

Yan Tang felt a little strange seeing Ai Bao suddenly stop drinking.

"Are you hot?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang and blinked his big eyes.

"Ai Bao, are you hot?" Yan Tang asked again.

This time Aibao understood.

He shook his head, "It's not hot!"

"Ai Bao is tired!" As Ai Bao said, he leaned back on the seat, his eyes narrowed, and his round face was full of satisfaction.

His tongue was a little unclear, and he pronounced "yes" as "department".

Seeing the child's comfortable appearance, Yan Tang couldn't help laughing.

"Tired from drinking milk tea?" he asked.

Ai Bao babbled, and replied, "Yes!"

The child is seven years old, not too young, but Yan Tang always feels that the child in front of him has a milky air.

Not only is Ai Bao's babyish and sticky voice when he speaks, but also because of his round eyes, Yan Tang always feels that he is no different from the little baby in the swaddle, both are very...

Yan Tang, 17, couldn't figure out how to describe it.

"Brother Yan Yan, are you tired?" Ai Bao tilted his head and asked curiously.

Yan Tang drank a large bottle of milk tea in one go. Ai Bao looked at the empty bottle and thought that Brother Yan Yan was really amazing. Even his father couldn't drink such a large bottle of milk tea in one breath.

"I'm not tired." Yan Tang shook his head and said.

What's so tiresome about drinking a bottle of milk tea?

Ai Bao was puzzled, "Why?"

He stretched out his two little fat hands and patted the milk tea in his arms, "It's so big!"

Yan Tang looked at the milk tea in Ai Bao's arms, which was almost as big as Ai Bao's face, and was silent for a while.

Of course this milk tea is big for a child, but it's nothing to him.

So, Yan Tang thought for a while and said, "Because I am many years older than you, my mouth is bigger than yours, and my appetite is bigger than yours, so I can drink milk tea easily."

The little Ai Bao looked at the big Yan Tang and let out a wow.

"Then Ai Bao," Ai Bao stretched out his short hand and drew a long straight line, "It's okay, is it this big?"

Yan Tang looked at Ai Baobi's straight hands and almost couldn't help laughing.

Still, he restrained himself.

After all, when this child asked this question, he was serious and serious.

"It should be possible." Yan Tang said, "It should be able to grow this big."

All of a sudden, Abbot was happy.

"That big one, are you happy every day?" Ai Bao asked again.

Yan Tang froze for a moment.

There was a look of helplessness on his still green face.

"You mean, when you grow up, will you be happy every day?" Yan Tang repeated Ai Bao's question.

Ai Bao nodded his head, "It's right!"

Yan Tang scratched his hair.

He's not very good at answering this kind of question.

Yan Tang was born with a stupid mouth, and he didn't like to be perfunctory.

Yan Tang thought for a long time, not knowing how to answer the white and tender child in front of him.

What is the joy of growing up?

Growing up is no fun.

When you grow up, you will discover the true face of many things. The world in front of you will change from a short bush in childhood to a tall forest.

I will be very confused, I don't know what to do in the future, it will be very painful, and many bad things are coming.

Growing up means that the years are no longer as slow and gentle as before, accompanied by lullabies, falling asleep with others.

It has also become a whip, a knife, and with a splash, people's hearts have been broken into pieces.

Yan Tang wanted to tell the chubby child in front of him that growing up was not good at all, and he was not happy.

But he felt that this was inappropriate.

In this way, after turning around in Yan Tang's mouth, he swallowed it back again.

He thought of the soft child in front of him, who was mentally handicapped. For Ai Bao, growing up might be a colder and crueler thing.

Yan Tang, 17, also couldn't bear it.

After a while, he was silent for a long time, and then he choked out a sentence, "That little talk, are you happy every day?"

Yan Tang had no choice but to throw the question back.

Ai Bao shook his fat legs and nodded without hesitation, "Yes! I'm so small, I'm so happy every day!"

A big smile appeared on Ai Bao's face.

Yan Tang was startled, he looked at the child with a clear face in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

You can't be happy when you get separated from your family, right?

It's a good thing for an ordinary child not to scream, but the chubby boy in front of him seems to have been born with the ability to be unhappy, and there is only a bright smile on his chubby face.

"Ai Bao is happy every day!" Ai Bao said cheerfully.

Yan Tang scratched the back of his head again.

"That's good," he said dryly. "It's good to be happy every day."

Ai Bao thought Yan Tang was praising himself.

He smiled even more happily, "Then it's grown up, are you happy every day?"

Abbott asked the question again.

Yan Tang paused.

He looked at the child beside him who looked up and asked him.

His eyes were shining, as if there were stars twinkling in them.

"...I don't know very well," Yan Tang said after about a few minutes, "When you grow up, there will be unhappy things, and there will be happy things. It is very difficult to be happy every day. Some people, on the way of growing up, will gradually lose the ability to be happy."

Ai Bao tilted his head, his round face was full of confusion.

Yan Tang felt that he seemed to understand, but also felt that he didn't seem to understand what he meant.

The child smacked his lips, "That's good!"

He gave an ambiguous answer.

Then, Ai Bao was like a child, throwing away a toy he wasn't interested in. He put this problem behind him, lowered his head and continued to breathe the warm milk tea in his arms.

Yan Tang looked at the flesh on the child's face and grumbled as he sucked the milk tea.

I don't know why, but Yan Tang really wants to squeeze it.

It definitely feels good in the hand.

But now, he is not familiar with the child in front of him, and they have only met for more than an hour at most.

After a while, Ai Bao's father came, and they were about to separate.

Yan Tang stared at the children beside him who were diligently sucking milk tea.

The child's curly hair flows down from the hair, strand by strand, making Yan Tang always think of the lamb for no reason.

But this child should be a fat little lamb who is happy every day.

At this time, neither the 17-year-old Yan Tang nor the seven-year-old Ai Bao thought of——

Ten years later, 27-year-old Yan Tang and 17-year-old Ai Bao will sit in this position again, each with a cup of hot milk tea.

Although Yan Tang and Ai Bao have not appeared in each other's lives for ten years.

They meet some good or bad things alone, and grow up in different worlds alone.

But ten years later, Ai Bao would stretch his head and ask Yan Tang, "Yan Yan, what does your milk tea taste like?"

He wrapped the little yellow duck scarf that Yan Tang had tied for him.The skin on the face is white and pink.

However, Yan Tang will be very polite and pass the milk tea to Ai Bao to taste.