he can fly

23.

Betty lived on a one-horse farm, and she was the only horse on the farm.

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Since saying goodbye to Luo Luo's mother last time, Ai Bao seemed a little unusually silent.

This kind of silence has spread from the time Yan Tang took Ai Bao home to the past three days.

Professor Zeng noticed that Ai Bao was unusual, tried to communicate with Ai Bao, and asked him if he had something on his mind?Want to chat with her?

Ai Bao looked up at Professor Zeng, then lowered his head again.

No.He said.

I don't know whether he is denying Professor Zeng's previous question or the latter question.

Professor Zeng sensed Ai Bao's intention to refuse to communicate, and he had no choice but to tell Yan Tang to try to communicate with Ai Bao.

In her opinion, although Aunt Zhang spends the most time with Ai Bao in a 24-hour day, and she communicates with Ai Bao the most in a day, Yan Tang is the one Ai Bao is closest to.

During these days of getting along, she clearly felt that in terms of interpersonal relationships, there was a pyramid in Aibao's heart, and he properly put everyone in the corresponding position of the pyramid.

The basis for the arrangement of the pyramids is unknown, but there is an insurmountable distance between each layer and each layer in Ai Bao's world.

From the current point of view, Yan Tang should be counted as a relatively high-level person in the pyramid.

After listening to Professor Zeng, Yan Tang nodded and didn't say much.

He could also see that Ai Bao had a lot of thoughts recently, but he never asked, and he could probably guess what it was about.

He just rubbed Ai Bao's head to let Ai Bao take a good rest.

When he took a shower and read a book today, he planned to ask again.

After taking a bath, Aibao exudes warm air, mixed with his baby strawberry milk body wash, making his whole body smell warm and fragrant, like a piece of ripe milk bread.

Milk Bread sat in Yan Tang's arms, resting on Yan Tang's left shoulder.

Yan Tang sat sideways on Ai Bao's bed, his chin just touched Ai Bao's soft curly hair.

In the past few days, they have finished reading "A Cat with Blue Eyes", and now they are going to read "A Farm with Only One Horse" by American author Dalloof.

Before watching, Yan Tang was going to chat with Ai Bao.

"Baby, are you unhappy recently?" Yan Tang gently asked Ai Bao in his arms.

Ai Bao sat up a little and buried his head in Yan Tang's arms.

He didn't answer, just opened his arms and hugged Yan Tang's waist like a baby.

Yan Tang was not in a hurry, and stroked his hair bit by bit, as if to comfort him.

After a long time, Ai Bao said in a muffled voice, "A little bit."

He raised his head from Yan Tang's arms, his little face was still a little blush from the heat.

Yan Tang then asked, "Then can you tell me why you are unhappy?"

His tone was so soft that he couldn't even notice it, similar to a feather falling from midair to the ground.

Ai Bao heard this and thought about it.

He looked up at Yan Tang, his big eyes were bright.

Yan Tang also looked at Ai Bao, he saw his own shadow in Ai Bao's eyes, Ai Bao's eyes were still clean, but seemed to imply scrutiny.

After a while, when the trees outside the window had been rattling by the night wind for a long time, Ai Bao spoke.

"Why can't everyone be happy?" Abbott asked.

His voice was muffled, full of confusion.

"Huahua can be happy, Shushu can be happy, and Chongchong can be happy too," he said, "Then why do people have so many unhappy things?"

Yan Tang was somewhat unable to answer this question.

He looked at Ai Bao, who was also unhappy, and Ai Bao pouted, his pale face full of doubts.

Yan Tang thought for a while, then asked Ai Bao, "Then what is happiness?"

Abbott answered quickly.

"It's fun to do what you want to do," he said.

Yan Tang probably understood.

"So, baby, you mean that many people don't do what they want to do, so they are unhappy?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao tilted his head and thought about it, "You can't say that."

"Hey, I don't know how to say it," he thought for a moment, "Mom is very happy because she did what she always wanted to do, and she decided to meet Dad. So, if everyone does If you do what you want to do, then you will be very happy.”

Yan Tang froze for a moment, this was the first time he heard Ai Bao talk about his mother.

Obviously, in Ai Bao's eyes, his mother committed suicide willingly.

Yan Tang was silent again for a moment.

"Is the baby happy for the mother's departure?" Yan Tang asked.

His voice was soft, just for fear of scaring Aibao.

But Ai Bao laughed, "Happy!"

He said, "Mom was always unhappy, but she was happy when she left! She was happy, and so was I!"

What he said was a bit confusing, and there were no logical connectives, but Yan Tang understood that Ai Bao meant that he was happy that his mother did what he wanted to do.

But how can there be so many people in this world who are happy for others to do what they want to do, even the closest family members and lovers will not be like this.

Yan Tang pulled the quilt for Ai Bao in his arms, and covered his white belly to avoid the cold.

Ai Bao was still puzzled, "Why do people have so much unhappiness?"

he asked.

Yan Tang didn't rush to answer him.

"We all have something we want to do, don't we, baby?" he asked.

Ai Bao nodded his head, he was right.

"But not everything we want to do can be done, right?" Yan Tang asked again, "If what we want to do is killing people, setting fires, and touching the bottom line of morality - then we can still do it ?"

Ai Bao thought for a while, he never had this idea.

After a long time, he seemed to have finished digesting, and nodded again, agreeing with Yan Tang's thoughts.

"So, what each of us wants to do is framed in a box," Yan Tang said.

As he said, he wanted Ai Bao to compare a square. He only had his thumb and index finger spread out, and then put his hands together to make a square shape.

This is more intuitive for Aibao.

"Everyone has a different definition of this box, and the bottom line is different, so this box can be big or small, and what they want to do and what they think they can do in it is more or less, and it varies from person to person. , isn’t it, baby?” Yan Tang said, enlarging the box in his hand for a while, and shrinking it again for a while.

Ai Bao stared blankly at the box in front of him that was constantly enlarged and shrunk by Yan Tang.

"Some people's box is too small, they are too constrained, they want to do but think they can do too little, so they are not happy; while some people's box is too big, they are too constrained. If there is less, there are too many things he wants to do and thinks he can do, so he may be a person who will endanger society." Yan Tang said.

Ai Bao let go of the ring around Yan Tang's waist, and his chubby hand touched Yan Tang's big hand gesturing in front of him.

"Baby, there are heinous people in this society, but most of them are still good people. Everyone doesn't want to endanger the society that everyone depends on, so they will continue to shrink their own box."

Yan Tang said, he held Ai Bao's fleshy little white hand back.

Ai Bao's pink and white hands looked even whiter in his wheat-colored palm.

"In the end, there are more and more restraints, and many things that they should not care about have become their rules and regulations."

Ai Bao looked at the hand he and Yan Tang held in a daze.

He seems to understand, but also doesn't seem to understand.

Yan Tang rubbed the back of Ai Bao's hand, the child's skin was tender, it felt like a freshly peeled egg.

After a while, Ai Bao asked again, "Then why can't a person recognize one thing he wants to do once he is born?"

"Huahua only wants to bloom from birth, Shushu only wants to grow to the sky from birth, Chongchong wants to cry from birth," Ai Bao raised his head again, he looked at Yan Tang and asked, "Then Why can't people identify what they want to do when they are born?"

Yan Tang lowered his head and stared at Ai Bao,

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the eyes under Aibao's dense eyelashes must be the door to a world completely different from his.

"When a stone is born, it just wants to turn into gold, and when a white cloud is born, it just wants to go everywhere with the wind," Ai Bao asked, "Then why can't people recognize what they want to do when they are born?"

Yan Tang still did not directly answer this question.

"So what does Abbott want to do?" he asked.

"When I was born, I just wanted to fly!" Ai Bao was happy again.

Yan Tang said, "That's a good dream."

Ai Bao shook his hand, "Yes!" he said.

He smiled, his brows and eyes stretched, and his whole face was full of joy.

Yan Tang rubbed Ai Bao's hair again.

"About your question just now, baby," Yan Tang said, "I think it's because the dreams that most people germinate at the beginning are too unrealistic. The thoughts of a person who has never seen the world and seen too much are always Somewhat uncertain."

Ai Bao shook his head, "No, that's not the case." He denied it.

"What you want to do doesn't mean it's an ideal, a dream..." He tried to explain to Yan Tang, "It's a mission."

"For example, truth, love, and the treasure under the pyramid," Abbot said, "when we realize this and are willing to give our all for it, the whole universe will help us get it."

Ai Bao said while shaking his little head.

His little curly hair rubbed against Yan Tang's chin.

Yan Tang couldn't quite understand, he felt that Ai Bao's statement was similar to some religious content.

But he didn't ask any more questions.

Ai Bao's logic is like this, there are some obscure truths, if there is no way to fully understand, Yan Tang can only choose to respect.

At this point, Yan Tang only asked Ai Bao, "Did the universe help you?"

Abbot laughed again.

His smile this time is different from the past, there is not only pure joy in it, but also a rare mystery and complacency.

"Of course," he looked at Yan Tang with a smile.

"It sent me to Yan Yan's side." He said.