he can fly

29.

Pa said, "Yeah! We should go and buy a young horse."

"Then I'd rather have a tractor," Johnny said loudly.Even though Betty was old, Johnny still loved her and didn't want any horse to replace Betty.

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Fortunately, Yan Dong was also sensible, and he knew that his son didn't want to see him, so he touched his nose after eating, left a red envelope and left.

Back and forth, he came to Yan Tang's house and stayed there for no more than three hours.

This is also the only time in the 365 days of the year that the father and son have been together for three hours.

When Yan Dong left, he wanted to pat Yan Tang on the shoulder and say something to him, but Yan Tang turned sideways to avoid it.

Yan Dong raised half of his hand, but he could only change the arc abruptly, and took out a red envelope from his trousers bag and handed it to Yan Tang.

"Take it, take it," Yan Dong looked at Yan Tang, "take it as my love for that child."

He pointed to Aibao who was quiet beside him.

Yan Tang didn't say anything, he glanced at Yan Dong who was smiling slightly flatteringly in front of him, pursed his lips, and finally accepted it.

Yan Tang stood at the door watching the car drive away.

Yan Dong's car is a dark red Citroen. Yan Tang's card will pay Yan Dong a fixed sum of money every month as alimony, and the amount is not small. Live well with this money.

However, Yan Dong has never changed this Citroen.

It was this car ten years ago, and it will still be it ten years from now.

The red car is like a fire in winter, burning all the way in the frozen ground.

Yan Tang watched the figure of the fire getting smaller and smaller until it burned out in his sight.

The next time we meet again may be next year.

When Yan Dong came to the house, Yan Tang was in an irritable mood, and the anger in Ai Bao's heart subsided until he hugged him.

But when Yan Dong left, a kind of superficial helplessness and bitterness welled up in Yan Tang's heart.

The biological father and son have come to this point, no one is innocent, and no one feels good.

Ai Bao next to him quietly looked at Yan Tang standing at the door, his big eyes didn't have any other emotions, and reflected Yan Tang's somewhat desolate figure cleanly.

"Sorry, baby, I'm not in a good mood today," Yan Tang froze for a while, then recovered.

He touched Ai Bao's little head apologetically, "Did the way I treated that uncle scare you?"

He really didn't restrain himself, and almost got angry in front of Ai Bao.

It may be because people are ugly when they are angry, and he doesn't want to show his irritable and angry appearance in front of Aibao.

Ai Bao is always soft and happy. Yan Tang hopes that when he is with Ai Bao, he is also soft and happy, and will not teach Ai Bao bad emotions.

"No," Yan Tang felt his little furry head shaking in the palm of his hand.

"It didn't scare me," Ai Bao raised his head and said, "It's normal to be angry, sometimes the sun gets angry, and it will turn into a small river, so no one can find it, so please don't be unhappy because you are angry ah."

Ai Bao thought about it, felt that he didn't understand clearly, and added, "Even if you are angry, you should be happy!"

Yan Tang has returned to calm now.

In the past, after Yan Dong came to visit, he was either on a racing car or at a bar, or attended some strange party, and he usually had to let loose for a few days and nights before he stopped.

This time it was fast, as soon as Yan Dong left, the lake in Yan Tang's heart was so quiet that there was no ripple.

"Has Ai Bao ever been angry?" Yan Tang closed the door and led Ai Bao back to the sofa.

He chatted with Ai Bao patiently.

"No." Ai Bao shook his head and answered Yan Tang.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

But Ai Bao never lied, if he said no, then maybe it was true.

It seems reasonable again.

Yan Tang didn't know what Ai Bao was like in the past.

But he recalled Ai Bao's performance in the past two months, except for the first time he disturbed Ai Bao to make a model, which made Ai Bao cry, Ai Bao really never showed strong emotions.

Abbott was always happy.

Even if every day is the same, he still has his own secret happiness.

"Not once?" Yan Tang confirmed again.

Ai Bao neatly moved his butt onto Yan Tang's lap, "Nothing."

He replied in the affirmative.

"Why is that?" Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao who came over, "Doesn't the baby like to be angry?"

he asked looking down.

After asking Yan Tang, he bit his tongue secretly again, what does it mean not to like to be angry?Wouldn't it be nice not to be angry?What stupid question is he asking?

Ai Bao shook his head again, "No, there is nothing I don't like," he said, "But I prefer to be happy."

"If you're happy, you can turn into a cloud and float around, but if you're angry, Aibao will turn into rain and fall to the ground, turning into a mudslide." He said, "Everyone doesn't like mudslides very much. "

"Then when I was a little angry just now, did Ai Bao not like it?" Yan Tang asked again.

Now the question comes around again.

Ai Bao sat up from Yan Tang's arms.

There was a serious expression on his small face, his almond eyes widened, and he stared at Yan Tang radiantly.

He decided to have a serious talk with Yan Tang.

"It's normal to be angry, and it's also a star in the sky. Everyone will be angry, and we can't just say that we don't like others just because they are angry!" Ai Bao tried hard to make his logic clear, "There is At that time, the star fell down, which frightened people. But it doesn’t matter, we can send the star that fell to the ground to the sky.”

"If you don't dare to fall down because you are afraid of being hated by others, how boring are the stars hanging in the sky all the time?"

Ai Bao concluded, "So, anger is very normal, we should not hate someone because of it, and we should not hide it because we are afraid that others will hate us for being angry."

Yan Tang listened carefully to Ai Bao's words.

He was amazed that Abbot's understanding of emotions was like this.

He lowered his head slightly, and Ai Bao looked at him, his big eyes were full of clarity and seriousness.

"Then if one day, who can't control his temper, yells at the baby, smashes things, or even hurts the baby?" Yan Tang asked again, "Will the baby still like him?"

Abbot was silent for a moment.

He lay back in Yan Tang's arms again.

Yan Tang gently patted the back of Ai Bao who was soft in his arms.

He thought, this time, maybe Ai Bao couldn't answer.

After all, he is a child, he has romantic ideas, beyond the logic of ordinary people, but he is still naive, thinking about all complicated things too ideally.

However, after Yan Tang patted Ai Bao on the back a few times, Ai Bao still answered his question.

His voice was muffled, "That person must be very sad."

"If someone is going to hurt someone by yelling, he must have a hard time," Abbott said.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, suddenly speechless.

In the past 27 years, he has been touched and moved, but never has he been touched so softly as today.

And Ai Bao didn't finish, "But, this is wrong."

He said, "When every star falls, it's just to go for a walk and find a good friend to play with, not to hurt anyone."

Yan Tang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

Originally, he still wanted to use this to teach Ai Bao the lesson of controlling his emotions, but in the end he didn't expect that he was taught a lesson instead.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and pinned back a strand of curly hair that jumped out from the side of Aibao's face.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang, his eyes followed Yan Tang's hand, as if wondering what Yan Tang wanted to do.

After pulling back the curly hair on both sides of Ai Bao, Yan Tang still smiled softly.

"That's my question, asking you about such an impossible situation..." he said, "No one would want to hurt you, baby."

"You are the little prince that everyone will love." Yan Tang said softly.

No one would hate such a soft child.

Aibao is not only like a white cloud, floating freely in his own world, not caught by any net, but also like a sea, which is always blue and clear, and the bottom is all-encompassing.

"Does Yan Yan also like me?" Ai Bao asked.

His eyes flickered again, and the stars that belonged to him were twinkling inside.

"I've answered this question before," Yan Tang said softly, staring at Ai Bao's small round face.

"Of course I like it," he said.

A big smile appeared on Ai Bao's face again.

His eyes turned into two rounds of upside-down crescent moons, and the little fat puffed up, bulging on his cheeks, looking easy to pinch.

He clings to Yantang even tighter, and the whole person shrinks into his arms.

Yan Tang always prefers Ai Bao's smiling face, as long as Ai Bao smiles like this, Yan Tang will nod and agree to whatever he wants.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao who was curled up like a baby in his arms, his left hand could pinch Ai Bao's little fat feet covered with fluffy socks.

The backs of Ai Bao's feet are the same as the backs of his hands, they are both bulging and tender.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao with a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't even realize.

The softest cloud and the bluest sea in the whole world are held in his arms.

Just as the two of them were nestling on the sofa, there were two knocks on the door.

The knock on the door was soft, even softer than someone knocking on the door with his knuckles. If the room hadn't happened to be quiet, it might not have been heard.

Who is this?

Yan Tang was a little surprised.

When Yan Dong just left, he checked it once, and he took all his mobile phone and wallet, and there was no such thing as losing anything.

And he also knew where the doorbell was, so he wouldn't knock.

"Baby, get up, I'll go see who's here." Yan Tang shook Ai Bao in his arms.

Ai Bao snorted and sat down slowly.

Yan Tang walked over quickly and opened the door.

Ai Bao knelt on the sofa, facing the door, looking at Yan Tang.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Yan Tang didn't answer Ai Bao's question, he was taken aback by the appearance of this unexpected guest.

He was lowering his head, looking at the guest in a daze and some astonishment.

After about two or three seconds, Yan Tang came back to his senses. He turned around and said to Ai Bao, dumbfounded, "It's that Mr. Cat."

The fat gentleman cat poked its head out, its white gloves and tuxedo still so graceful.

It looked at Ai Bao who ran over with a look of surprise, and then glanced at Yan Tang.

"Meow," it said.

It's here again.