he can fly

27.

Every evening, Johnny would climb onto Betty's broad back and say, "Run, Betty!" Then, together, they would run to the prairie and drive the cattle back to the farm.

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The fat gentleman cat disappeared on the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve.

If it wasn't for the fact that the cat litter in the living room was still there, Yan Tang would have thought that the sudden Mr. Cat was just a dream he had.

Yan Tang went downstairs, walked around the living room, and bent down to look under the sofa, but there was no sign of Mr. Cat.

Yan Tang squatted down at the cat's nest that he and Ai Bao patched together yesterday, touched the cat's nest that was made of a mixture of pillow cotton and quilt.

The center of the cat's nest is a soft pillow, and Yan Tang's hand can still feel a little bit of warmth when he touches it.

It seems that Mr. Cat didn't go long.

Yan Tang squatted down and fell into deep thought.

Now, he has to think about how to tell Ai Bao that Mao Mao has come and gone.

When taking a bath last night, Yan Tang asked Ai Bao how many days would he like to keep this cat guest?

Ai Bao replied that it has been a long, long, long, long, long time...

He talked for a long time, and took out a small meat hand from the water to draw a long straight line to show how long it was.

However, this cat guest, who Aibao wanted to stay at home for a long, long, long, long time, left without saying goodbye the next day.

Yan Tang didn't even have time to take a photo of the cat customer and post it in the owner group to ask who lost the cat.

Yan Tang didn't really want to see Ai Bao waking up early in the morning excitedly looking for Mao Mao, and finally was notified that Mao Mao had left, with a disappointed and frustrated look on his white face.

Yan Tang stood up and walked out of the room softly with a heavy heart.

On New Year's Eve, they still have a breakfast shop open in Ximen.

Although Yan Tang also bought some frozen instant food, such as dumplings and glutinous rice balls, he still felt that the ones made and sold in breakfast restaurants were fresher.

Yan Tang closed the door softly.

As soon as he went out, a gust of cold air hit his face, giving Yan Tang a chill.

At the end of February, City C was at its coldest time. It was so cold that it was as if a person’s bones were going to be frozen into shattered ice, the kind of two-piece popsicle. two.

Yan Tang let out a hot breath.

He checked the time on his phone, it was exactly 7:20.

Yan Tang couldn't help raising his eyebrows, the last time he went out at this time was to pick up Ai Bao.

That was the first time he and Abbott met.

Unconsciously, he and Ai Bao have been together for more than two months, and they are going to celebrate the New Year together.

Fate is such a wonderful thing to say.

At that time, he had a headache before meeting Ai Bao, and he felt uneasy and a kind of subtle uneasiness, all of which are still vivid in his memory.

And now, he has been with Ai Bao for more than two months, and the emotions that he once felt troublesome and tricky like a thorn, all because of getting along with Ai Bao, have turned into soft feathers, floating in his heart Then disappeared.

Yan Tang put on the hat of his coat, walked quickly to the west gate, and bought today's breakfast for Ai Bao and himself.

As he walked, he thought for a while how to tactfully tell Ai Bao that Mao Mao had left.

Should I tell him that the cat has come home by itself?Or should it be said that the cat's family came to find it, and it just wagged its tail and left?

It doesn't seem to be good.

Yan Tang, the steel crooked man, is also very distressed today.

It's Chinese New Year, and there are not many families left in the community. Professor Zeng was taken abroad by his children early.Along the way, apart from a few cleaning uncles and aunts, Yan Tang didn't meet many people.

"Take two bean paste buns, one custard bun, two sauced meat buns, two tea eggs, two bags of soy milk..." Yan Tang looked up at the menu hanging under the shop sign and ordered.

The aunt who put on the mask earlier followed Yan Tang's instructions and hurriedly packed him breakfast.

"Brother, did you stay here? You didn't go back to your hometown, did you go out to play?" Auntie was going to put a lot of things that Yan Tang ordered into a big bag so that he could carry them away, and she was fucking Ask Yan Tang in the authentic C city dialect.

Yan Tang was not in a hurry to answer his aunt's question. He took out a reusable shopping bag from his coat pocket, handed it to his aunt, and asked her to put it in the bag.

After staying with Aibao for a long time, he has to bring a shopping bag with him when he goes out.

"There are still things here, I can't leave." Yan Tang replied very generally.

He is more perfunctory when it comes to family matters.

The older ladies and uncles in C City don’t pay attention to spying on privacy or not. Most of the time, they ask some personal questions to get closer and show their friendly and caring attitude. In fact, they are basically Don't care about the answer.

Yan Tang also knew this, "Auntie, why didn't you go back?"

He took the packed breakfast and asked casually.

The aunt sighed, "Hey, I have something to do and I can't get away! I lost a pet at home, and I don't feel at ease if I don't find it."

A worried look appeared on her not-so-young face, "If I don't go back, I'll open the store in the morning and look for it in the afternoon... Maybe I'll find it in a while?"

Lost a pet?

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask if a cat had been lost, when his aunt waved her hand.

"It's very unlucky for those who are celebrating the Chinese New Year to say whether these things are lost or not," the aunt said with a smile, "Sister, don't talk about it, go back and have breakfast! It won't taste good when it gets cold! Happy New Year haha !"

Yan Tang hesitated to speak, but he saw that his aunt was unwilling to say more, so he didn't say anything more.

He nodded and wished his aunt, "Happy New Year."

Afterwards, Yan Tang carried himself and Ai Bao's big bag and headed home early.

Aibao usually wakes up at nine o'clock now, dawdles to wash and get dressed, and eats breakfast at about 09:30.

Yan Tang checked the time, it was almost [-]:[-], and he still had more than an hour to rack his brains to make up a reason why Mr. Mao left for Ai Bao.

Mr. Cat went back to change clothes?

Someone in the family suddenly came looking for it?

Did it leave in a hurry?

……

Until he got to the door, Yan Tang still hadn't made up a logical, coherent, reason that could stand scrutiny.

He opened the door, and to his surprise, Ai Bao, who he thought was still snoring in bed, had already woken up.

Ai Bao was squatting in front of the cat litter in the living room, and he met his eyes when he came in from the door.

This killed Yan Tang by surprise.

"Where's the cat?" Sure enough, Ai Bao stood up and asked Yan Tang.

His big eyes were full of blankness, "Did it fly away?"

Yan Tang could only tell the truth, "I didn't see it this morning, it should have left."

Ai Bao let out an oh, he was still wearing his own SpongeBob SquarePants one-piece pajamas, the pants of the pajamas were a little too long, it was not convenient for him to walk, so he could only walk towards Yantang swaying.

"Okay then." Ai Bao said rubbing his eyes.

He stuck to Yan Tang's body again, holding Yan Tang's hand that had not been earlier, and his uncombed curly hair fluttered in all directions.

"Mr. Cat is gone, isn't the baby happy?" Yan Tang pulled Ai Bao, sat on the dining table, and put the breakfast away.

"A little bit." Aibao said.

He rubbed his eyes again, his eyes were still a little foggy, obviously he hadn't fully woke up, his eye sockets were a little red.

"But there's nothing you can do about it," he said, "Don't be sad, Yan Yan, Maomao, bye bye, I didn't bye bye, we can spend the holiday together!"

Yan Tang was speechless when he heard the words, he looked at the sleepy Ai Bao in front of him, and was speechless for a moment.

He doesn't look like someone who would be sad because of such a thing.

It's just that Ai Bao himself felt a little sad, so he also felt that he might have such troubles, so he spoke to comfort him.

This kind of empathy also makes Ai Bao extraordinarily soft, and people can't help but soften his temper because of him.

Yan Tang gently brushed Ai Bao's hand away from rubbing his eyes, "Stop rubbing your eyes, baby," he asked, "Do you want to sleep for a while, or wash up and eat?"

"We need to eat!" Ai Bao became energetic again.

He shook his little fleshy hand.

Yan Tang nodded, and took Ai Bao to wash on the second floor.

If they don't go out today, they don't need to change their clothes.Ai Bao woke up now, so that he would not keep heating the buns with the steamer.

"What about the cat litter, baby?" Yan Tang asked while twisting the towel for Ai Bao.

"Keep it!" Ai Bao raised his fair and tender face and asked Yan Tang to wipe his face, "Maybe Maomao is visiting again?"

His light brown eyes turned to look at Yan Tang.

Yan Tang carefully wiped his face with a hot towel. Ai Bao's skin was delicate and tender, and if he could not control the force, it would easily leave red marks.

"Okay." Yan Tang nodded and responded.

He will go downstairs later, just move the cat litter to the corner next to the TV. Although the cat litter is a bit big, it doesn't take up much space in the corner.

New Year’s Eve is an exciting time for Chinese people. It’s a time for family reunion. There may be four or three generations sitting together on a round table, but outside the door, people must be eager to get some fireworks, The children playing with the little artillery are always lively.

But for Yan Tang and Ai Bao, there was nothing too unusual about this day.

For Ai Bao, it is just a day when he can stay at home with Yan Yan all day long.

After he had breakfast, he watched a few episodes of SpongeBob SquarePants, and Yan Tang took him to read for a while.

Ai Bao has no idea about reading, he neither likes nor dislikes, but he is very happy to sit in Yan Tang's arms and read.

Yan Tang's arms are warm, and there is a breath he likes.

It is similar to the fresh smell of grass after the rain, and it is as faint as the white clouds floating in the blue sky.

Originally, Yan Tang was thinking that on New Year's Eve, everyone was closed to thank guests, so he and Ai Bao could only stay at home, and a cat happened to come to play with Ai Bao.He did not expect that Mr. Cat ended his visit early and went home by himself.

Yan Tang didn't want Ai Bao to watch SpongeBob SquarePants all afternoon, not to mention that it would affect his eyesight, and this kind of activity was too simple and boring.

Yan Tang thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there was still a large bag of dumpling wrappers in the refrigerator.

"Baby, do you want to make dumplings?" Yan Tang dressed Ai Bao who had just woken up from a nap.

Ai Bao was a little puzzled. He tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he hadn't remembered what dumplings were.

Yan Tang reminded him, "The plate of 'Yuan Bao' steamed by Aunt Zhang a few days ago is dumplings."

It was only then that Ai Bao remembered that the plate of white clouds with round bellies were dumplings.

He smacked his lips, as if reminiscing the taste of the chubby white cloud.

"Yes!" He raised his hands happily, "I want to make dumplings!"

Yan Tang smoothly put a thick sweater on for Ai Bao.

"Then let's go." Yan Tang pulled Ai Bao up.

For Yan Tang, making dumplings is actually too long ago.

In his memory, he only helped his grandma make a few dumplings when he was seven or eight years old.At that time, it was just the old man coaxing the children to play. He wrapped them in strange shapes, and in the end his grandma processed them twice to get the pot.

But making dumplings is not too difficult. Prepare the fillings, dumpling wrappers, and a little dry flour. Just pay attention to the amount of fillings. Yan Tang checked the recipes of fillings on the Internet, and there are some miscellaneous ones Matters needing attention, basically not a big problem.

Ai Bao has already washed his two little fat hands, sitting on the dining table, waiting for Yan Tang to chop up the fillings and put them on the table, making dumplings together.

He is in a good mood now, and the little bit of sadness that the cat left in the morning has disappeared from his fair face.

Ai Bao swayed from side to side, humming and waiting for Yan Tang to come out of the kitchen.

Yan Tang chose shepherd's purse and pork stuffing. As he expected, making the stuffing is quite simple.It's just minced shepherd's purse and pork, and then mixed with some seasonings.

"Baby..." Yan Tang looked at the dumplings on the plate in front of Ai Bao and hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?" Ai Bao blinked at Yan Tang inexplicably.

"Don't you think these few dumplings of yours are stuffed too much?" Yan Tang asked as he picked up a dumpling that was as round as a bun.

Ai Bao had another dumpling wrapper spread out in his hand, and he was about to make another one.

Hearing this, he looked at the fat dumplings that Yan Tang picked up, and then looked down at the five or six fat dumplings he had made.

"But if the dumplings are not a little fatter, what should we do if they are too light and float into the sky?" Ai Bao was a little puzzled, "They have turned into clouds, so we can't catch them into the pot."

Yan Tang put the dumpling in his hand back on Ai Bao's plate.

"However, if they are too fat, it will be difficult for them to float in the pot," Yan Tang replied naturally and seriously, "If they can't float, they will drown."

Aibao was taken aback.

It turns out that if it is too heavy, it will not only become dumplings, but also easy to drown!

"Then I'll make skinny dumplings," Ai Bao said after thinking for a moment.

"If they float back to the sky, let them float back! Drowning is not good at all," he said.

After finishing speaking, Ai Bao carefully performed weight-loss surgery on each of his fat dumplings.

Yan Tang was beside him, and also helped Ai Bao to lose weight with his dumplings.

One by one, the buns and dumplings, like the dynamic weight-loss exercises that have been performed for several months, have all lost weight, and the waist can be seen.

In the afternoon, Yan Tang and Ai Bao made several large plates of dumplings.

Both of them are novices, and the dumplings they make are of different styles.

There are abstract ones, most of which are created by Ai Bao. He said that the dumplings with twisted dumpling skins are "rose-shaped" fat clouds.

There are also Beastist ones, which are basically made by Yan Tang. He didn't grasp the strength well at first, and crushed the dumpling skin. Several dumplings lacked arms and legs, and they looked crooked.

However, Abbott treats everyone equally.

He decided to cook all the dumplings together!

Yan Tang nodded in support, they eat dumplings as a staple food on Chinese New Year's Eve, which is pretty good, and they don't need to steam the rice.

After all, the Spring Festival is still the Spring Festival, Yan Tang still tried his best to make the dinner much richer.

Needless to say, there were plates of dumplings. He cooked another fish and fried the meatballs that Ai Bao liked a lot last time. By the way, he also took out the time-honored steamed pork and roasted duck with skin. .

In addition, Yan Tang stewed a large pot of sour radish and duck soup. Made a table full of dishes.

Ai Bao didn't understand why he and Yan Yan had to eat so much.

Yan Tang teased him, asking if he knew why he had to eat so luxuriously these days?

He shook his head in confusion.

So Yan Tang told Ai Bao that it was the Spring Festival and a festival of reunion.

Abbot didn't really care, nor did he care about the cause of the problem.

He groaned and said, that's all right.

In fact, Aibao still doesn't quite understand the concept of Spring Festival as a day of reunion.

For him, this day called "Spring Festival" is a day when he and Yan Yan can eat a large table of dishes together.

He prefers to call it, "Eat a lot of delicious food with Yan Yan" festival.

Obviously, Yan Tang and Ai Bao had a good time during the "Ai Bao and Yan Yan eat a lot of delicious food together" festival.

Ai Bao's mouth was full of oil, and he was still trying to pick up a piece of tamales, and chewed and ate it.His little belly was already round, and he was still struggling to reach for the bamboo leaf cake on the table with his chopsticks.

Yan Tang always sees Ai Bao eating happily, and he feels happy too.

He watched Ai Bao eating a lot, and he gradually understood why there are so many "eating broadcasts" on the Internet that are so popular.

Ai Bao smacked his mouth, even though his white face was eaten like a little tabby cat by himself, the joy and satisfaction on his little face was irresistible.

His little curly hair was shaking and shaking, and he was very happy to see it.

It makes people feel happy just by looking at it.

After the two of them finished their dinner, it was already seven or eight o'clock.

Ai Bao was full and was spreading out on the sofa rubbing his stomach.

He ate too much, and now even if Yan Tang put out the snacks he bought in the supermarket yesterday, he didn't want to eat them.

"I have a big belly," Abbott said as he stroked his soft belly.

"Because you eat too much and have indigestion." Yan Tang also sat beside him, rubbing his stomach clockwise to promote digestion.

The TV has been tuned to the central channel by Yan Tang, and there is an unknown skit playing on it.

The men and women inside were laughing.

Ai Bao didn't know why he wanted to watch this, but Yan Tang said it was a tradition.

As a result, he secretly listed watching programs on this channel as a necessary activity for the "Ai Bao and Yan Yan eat a lot of delicious food together" festival.

"It's the new year, does the baby have any wishes?" Yan Tang asked while rubbing Ai Bao's belly.

He is a bit regretful now, just now he only cared about seeing Ai Bao eating happily, and he didn't control Ai Bao's diet well.

You know, as a child, Ai Bao doesn't quite understand the concept of "moderation", but he can eat whatever he likes until his stomach turns nauseous.

Ai Bao looked up at Yan Tang.

"Is it all right to wish?" he asked.

Yan Tang nodded as he should.

"Then can the promise become true?" Ai Bao asked again.

Yan Tang thought for a while, "The wishes made during the New Year usually come true," he said.

So Abbot was happy.

"I want to sleep with Yan Yan!" He said loudly, the little curly hair on his head was raised up excitedly.

At this moment, without any warning, there were a few clicks of "噗——" and "噗——", and a few fireworks burst out in the night sky outside the window.

One after another, the fireworks bloomed in the night sky one after another, one after another, blasting the originally dark sky into daylight for a few seconds.

From time to time, there were crackling firecrackers in the distance.

Yan Tang and Ai Bao's home is in Nanshan, some distance away from the city center and places with dense entrances, so the fireworks are not such a direct shock to them.

But Aibao was still caught by the fireworks outside the window.

He jumped in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room without any shoes on, and stared at the place where the fireworks just came out without blinking.

"Huahua! Huahua!" Ai Bao pointed to another firework popping out of the window, and turned back excitedly to Yan Tang.

Yan Tang stepped forward and said affirmatively, "It's fireworks."

He stood beside Ai Bao and watched with him.

Surprised by the fireworks, both of them put aside what they had just talked about.

Every time a firework is exploded, Ai Bao is as novel as the first one, pulling Yan Tang and shouting "Huahua! Huahua!"

Yan Tang lowered his head to look at Ai Bao who was jumping happily beside him, his small face under the curly hair was stained with the light of the fireworks outside the window, especially on the tip of his upturned nose, it seemed that the remaining colors of the few fireworks just now hung.

Ai Bao has been concentrating on looking outside, from Yan Tang's perspective, his eyes are very bright.

Those fireworks one after another didn't seem to be blown up in the night sky, but seemed to bloom in his eyes.