he can fly

32.

After a while, everything was sold.At this time, the auctioneer asked, "So, are you going to sell that horse now?"

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Yan Tang and Ai Bao decided to send Mr. Mao back to Auntie Zaopu.

Although it didn't pick up the flower branch, it didn't reject it either. It wagged its tail and squatted on the ground, as if accepting everything calmly.

Yan Tang, Ai Bao, and Mr. Mao walked side by side.

Yan Tang took Ai Bao by the hand, and Ai Bao looked down at Mr. Cat, while Mr. Cat walked forward steadily without squinting.

The three of them walked together like this, looking like a tiger and tiger, and they looked quite imposing.

However, when Yan Tang and Ai Bao took Mr. Mao to the breakfast shop, the breakfast shop was already closed.

A piece of paper was pasted on the rolled shutter door in front of the shop, with a number written on it, and a row of small characters: "Call if you have anything to do!"

At the end of the small print, a circle smiley face was drawn with a marker.

"Auntie isn't there?" Ai Bao touched Bingbing's rolling shutter door.

"Yes," Yan Tang wrote down the number on the paper and pressed the call button, "Let's ask Auntie first to see if she will come by herself or we will send it over."

Ai Bao let out an oh, he squatted down, and touched Mr. Cat's little head.

Mr. Cat looked calm.

It sat upright, letting Ai Bao pinch its small ears, showing no emotion.

"Hello? Hello, are you the aunt of Ximen Breakfast Shop?" Yan Tang asked aloud after the phone was answered.

"Hey—cough cough, yes, I am." Auntie took a breath and replied, her voice was a little hoarse.

"What's the matter?" She breathed a sigh of relief.

"I told you in the morning that your cat is in my house, do you remember?" Yan Tang glanced at Mr. Cat and Ai Bao next to him.

The chubby gentleman cat seemed to be aware of who Yan Tang was on the phone with. It raised its head and stared straight at the phone next to Yan Tang's ear.

Aunt Li coughed a few more times. She was eager to answer Yan Tang, but she didn't expect a series of coughs to come out of her throat first.

Yan Tang didn't talk nonsense, and continued succinctly, "Now your cat is in a good mood and should be able to go home with you. How long do you think it will be to pick it up? Or when will we send you to the early shop?"

Auntie said hello a few times, but she couldn't hide her joy.

Now she can't wait to fly to Yan Tang's house to take back her big victory.

But no, it's almost six or seven o'clock in the evening, and my aunt's house is much farther away from the breakfast shop, and there is only one morning bus that goes directly there.

However, the bus left early.

Auntie could only say, "I'll pick it up tomorrow morning!"

After she finished speaking, she thanked her again and again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Thank you so much..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help coughing again.

Her coughing sounded suffocating, and it was excruciatingly uncomfortable.

Yan Tang couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Are you sick?"

"Hi," the aunt coughed a few more times, "I sat on that chair at Ximen for a long time this afternoon, and the wind blew too much, so I came back with a bit of a cold."

"I have a little lung disease, but this cold makes me feel uncomfortable!" the aunt said helplessly.

"How about I send the cat to your house? It's more convenient for me to drive." Yan Tang suggested.

"No, no, no! That's too embarrassing, it's too much trouble for you! I will come and pick up our family tomorrow!" The aunt quickly replied.

Yan Tang felt that it was not very good, the aunt was an elderly person after all, and it was not good for her to run back and forth when she was sick.

"It's nothing, I just want to take our children out for a stroll," Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao who was petting the cat.

Ai Bao lowered his head and petted the cat over and over again. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Tang knew that he still felt a little bit reluctant.

"Our kids also want to spend more time with the cat," Yan Tang continued, "I think that's it, it's convenient for both of us."

Yan Tang has said so, and it's hard for Auntie to refuse.

She responded, "That's really troublesome for you," she said enthusiastically, "Then you must come to our house as a guest tomorrow! Not to mention anything else, my craftsmanship is pretty good!"

Yan Tang didn't say anything more, he asked for the address, the two exchanged surnames, and then hung up the phone.

Auntie's surname is Li, so it's good to call her Auntie Li.

Before hanging up, the aunt asked Yantang if she could give the cat the phone. She wanted to say a few words to Dasheng.

Yan Tang said of course, so he gave Ai Bao his mobile phone, saying that the owner of Mr. Cat wanted to have a few words with Mr. Cat.

Ai Bao took the phone with an oh, and put it by Mr. Cat's left ear.

Except for a few uncontrollable coughs, Yan Tang didn't hear any other sounds, and he didn't know what Aunt Li had said to the cat. Mr. Cat kept silent, wagging his tail.

After a long time, maybe Auntie realized that she had babbled for too long, something was not good, and when she planned to tell Dasheng to see her tomorrow, Mr. Cat responded.

Mr. Cat said, "Mi."

Then, Yan Tang heard the auntie's laughter coming from the mobile phone, bursts of laughter accompanied by a little coughing and panting, which couldn't hide the cheerfulness and happiness in it.

Then Yan Tang, Ai Bao and the fat Mr. Cat all went home together.

Mr. Cat seems to be well aware of his arrangements.

It looked very calm, and when it got home, it wandered around its cat's litter a few times, and then lay back on the carpet with its paws in its mouth.

When sleeping at night, Yan Tang and Ai Bao talked about it.

Yan Tang said, "We will drive Mr. Cat home tomorrow morning."

Ai Bao snorted, he arched his butt, and leaned closer to Yan Tang.

"Is the cat's home very far away from us?" He rubbed Yantang with his small head.

Yan Tang recalled the address given by Aunt Li.

There are two full districts between them, which is indeed quite far.

I don't know how Mr. Cat lost it.

"It's a little far away." Yan Tang said, touching Ai Bao's curly hair by the way.

Ai Bao oh again, he buried himself in Yan Tang's arms, looking a little bit disappointed.

"What's the matter, baby?" Yan Tang sensed Ai Bao's little emotions, and patted Ai Bao's back lightly, "Why are you unhappy?"

Ai Bao pursed his mouth, "I'm a little sad."

As he spoke, he stretched out a little thumb from under the quilt to show how sad he was.

Yan Tang asked, "Why is that?"

Aibao replied, "Because we are so far away from Mr. Cat, he may not be able to visit our house anymore."

Yan Tang thought for a while, "Not necessarily," he said, "Mr. Cat's owner should bring the cat to the breakfast shop from time to time."

"Tomorrow you can ask Mr. Cat's owner." Yan Tang said.

Ai Bao listened and became happy again.

A little bit of unhappiness was swept away from his white and soft face, and he put on a smile again.

"Alright then!" He ran out of Yan Tang's arms.

Yan Tang saw that Ai Bao liked cats so much, and asked Ai Bao if he wanted to have a cat at home.

But unexpectedly, Aibao actually refused.

"Why?" Yan Tang lowered his head and asked Ai Bao.

He looked at Ai Bao's big eyes, and he remembered what Ai Bao said last time that "the cat belongs to him", thinking it was the reason, "We can adopt a cat, or we can buy a cat, it doesn't have to be Take in the wild cats that are invited to our house. If you like the baby, we can raise one. That cat can be raised by us, and it can belong to us.”

Aibao shook his head. When he lay on his side on the pillow and shook his head, the little curly hair was shaken around.

"No," Abbott said, "no cat belongs to anyone else."

He stretched out his chubby little hand and said seriously, "Even if we have raised a kitten for a long, long, long time, it still belongs to itself. It can decide when it goes away." , can also decide when to come back, we can't say it belongs to us wow!"

His white and tender fingers grabbed Yan Tang's dark quilt.

There is still some powder on the fingertips.

Yan Tang pulled up Ai Bao's quilt and covered Ai Bao's back, "Since it doesn't belong to us, why should we raise it?"

Yan Tang continued to ask questions following Ai Bao's logic.

"Because they're our guests," Abbott said.

He blinked, "We have to treat every guest we invite in well."

"Then are you my guest too?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao shook his head again, "Of course not!"

He said loudly, "I'm your baby!"

Yan Tang was amused by Ai Bao's answer, and couldn't help laughing, a faint smile hung on his face, making Yan Tang look unexpectedly gentle.

"What about me? Am I your guest?" he asked again.

Ai Bao glanced at him, and replied logically, "You are my Yan Yan."

Yan Tang laughed, he rubbed Ai Bao's curly hair, and said nothing.

So Yan Tang's baby, and Ai Bao's Yan Yan, slept warmly next to each other.

Yan Tang probably had some impression of the address given by Aunt Li.

When he was a child, he grew up in a nearby place, and his memories are all old communities with gray walls, consisting of one after another, facing each other, short houses.When people live here, when they open the windows, they can still see the clothes floating in the wind outside the window of the opposite building, or a few pots of flowers and plants that are blooming well.

Yan Tang originally thought that this place had already been circled up by developers, but he didn't expect that after so many years, it was still there.

Aunt Li did not open today, and the last breakfast shop in Ximen was also closed.

Fortunately, Yan Tang was well prepared. He cooked a bowl of black sesame glutinous rice balls for Ai Bao from the refrigerator.

Ai Bao was very interested in this bowl of white and round dough fat man, he swallowed it one by one, smacking his mouth.

Now he is full, and he is sitting with Mao Mao in the back row and rubbing his stomach at the same time.

Yan Tang looked over from the rearview mirror, even though Ai Bao was sitting slumped and touching his belly, the other hand did not give up touching Mr. Cat's tuxedo.

His white hands kept stroking the shiny tuxedo on Mr. Mao's back, and he couldn't put it down just by looking at it.

No matter how much Ai Bao knows the truth, he still has his own little emotions when it comes to saying goodbye.

As he said himself, he was a little unhappy.

Mr. Cat held his paws, lying next to Ai Bao in the back seat.

It flicked its tail.

Mr. Cat is not like other cats who are repulsed or curious about riding in a car. He stays quietly, as if he doesn't care where he is now or where he is going to be sent.

Since yesterday, it has been very silent. It takes a long time for Ai Bao to chat with it before it meows softly.

No one knows what it thinks.

Maybe it's something on my mind.