he can fly

34.

In the evening, Johnny's son occasionally climbed on Betty's back, and they were going to drive the cattle home.

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After saying goodbye to Aunt Li and Mr. Cat, Ai Bao has been very quiet.

He obediently sat on the co-pilot seat, neither pouting unhappy nor shaking his little fat hand happily.

He looked out of the window quietly, from Yan Tang's perspective, he could see half of his fair cheeks and curled eyelashes.

Ai Bao stared at the scenery passing by outside, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Baby, how do you feel now?" Yan Tang tentatively interrupted Ai Bao's solitary thinking after reaching the door.

"Aunt Li also said that she will bring Dasheng to the breakfast shop in the future. If you want to invite him to our house in the future, there is no problem." Yan Tang said.

He parked the car and helped Ai Bao unbuckle his seat belt by the way.

"I know." Aibao jumped out of the passenger seat.

He walked around the front of the car and successfully found Yan Tang.

Ai Bao took Yan Tang's hand, "But, I have a question that I don't understand."

As he spoke, he stretched out the index finger of his other hand and shook it.

Yan Tang asked him what it was.

"Is the cat dying soon?" He asked, looking up.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao with some surprise, he stared at Ai Bao's pure almond eyes, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Mr. Cat's lifespan is indeed coming to an end.

This is undeniable.

As Aunt Li explained with a wry smile, Mr. Mao left her because he felt that his time was short and he didn't want to die in front of her, so it made her cry for nothing.

Aunt Li knew it, Yan Tang knew it, and Mr. Mao knew it.

However, they all selectively skipped this point and did not tell Ai Bao.

When they said goodbye to Aunt Li, Aunt Li smiled and said that when spring came and it was warmer, she would let Mr. Cat play with Ai Bao.

Mr. Mao was hugged by Aunt Li, and he squinted his eyes and meowed at Ai Bao.

But, can Mr. Cat survive this long winter?

Nobody knows.

After a while, Yan Tang silently took the key and opened the door of the house. After both he and Ai Bao went in, he still decided to answer Ai Bao in a matter-of-fact manner.

Now in his eyes, Ai Bao is no longer just a child who is innocent and innocent. He has his own ideas and opinions.

"I think so," Yan Tang replied, "Mr. Cat is already very old."

It is 13 years old, which is considered a long-lived cat.

Ai Bao groaned, he pushed and sat in Yan Tang's arms, shaking his legs.

Yan Tang skillfully embraced Ai Bao's waist, and Ai Bao's head rested on Yan Tang's shoulder and neck.

Ai Bao is still very calm now, and he can't see his loss or sadness after knowing this kind of bad news.

Children always have an unspeakable fear of "death", an abstract thing like this.

The strangeness brought to them by death not only makes them panic and dare not think about it, but also makes them feel novel and exciting, and they can't help thinking about the meaning behind these two words over and over again.

But obviously, Abbott is not.

He was extremely calm, Yan Tang saw him curled up in his arms, still playing with the zipper of his sports coat with great interest.

Aibao pulled the zipper up and down, thinking that this guy who opened his mouth and yelled, then closed his mouth and zippered to silence was very interesting.

He has thrown himself into a new quest.

Just like the topic just now, for him, it was so ordinary that it was no different from eating, drinking, and the weather.

This made Yan Tang curious.

What is Abbot's attitude towards "death"?

Yan Tang gently shook Ai Bao in his arms.

The soft Aibao seemed to be poked into the jelly unexpectedly, and then shook it.

"What's the matter?" Ai Bao asked, leaning back into Yan Tang's arms.

"Baby, are you sad that Mr. Cat may leave us soon?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao raised his head and glanced at Yan Tang.

"Why are you sad?" Ai Bao pouted his little mouth slightly, which is what he likes to do when he feels strange and puzzled.

"Because..." Yan Tang thought for a while, and explained "death", "Mr. Cat may leave us forever, and we can't invite him to visit our house."

Abbot groaned again.

"But that's normal." He said, "Not all the guests who have met can appear in our house for the second time, say goodbye, say hello, maybe see you next time It’s okay, it’s all normal.”

Ai Bao looked up at Yan Tang, tilted his head and thought for a while, thinking that Yan Tang was sad.

He asked Yan Tang, "Is Yan Yan reluctant to part with cats?"

As he spoke, he gently held Yan Tang's hand, as if comforting a sad person.

"Me?" Yan Tang was taken aback.

A big victory is not very important to him. In fact, he is at most just a sense of sadness that good things will eventually dissipate.

Yan Tang could only reply, "Dasheng—that is, Mr. Cat, was a wonderful cat. I don't think anyone will feel sad when he passes away."

"Aunt Li and Dasheng have been together for so many years, she may be the saddest." Yan Tang said, thinking of Aunt Li and her cat, he felt a little emotional.

Aunt Li said that it was because of the injury on her face, she was never married, and the one who accompanied her for the longest time in her life might be Dasheng.

No wonder Dasheng is leaving home.

Abbot shook his head.

"No," Ai Bao's curly hair swayed with his movements, "Auntie won't be sad."

he said firmly.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows and asked him why.

"Auntie and Maomao are very close," Ai Bao said, stretching out his two hands, palms facing each other, and constantly pressing closer, "They both understand each other's language."

"If the cat dies, it will turn into a tree, a flower, a grass, a leaf, the wind, the rain, a cloud, or another cat to accompany Auntie Those around you," Ai Bao said, "if they can hear each other's voice and understand the language of communication, then Maomao will always be with Auntie."

"Nobody feels lonely," he said.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao's closed palm, a little lost in thought.

After many exchanges, Yan Tang has gradually discovered that Aibao’s understanding of everything in the world always has a sense of equality that is separated from the world. In his eyes, cats can be rain, rain can also be cats, and streams It could be a chafer, a chafer, or a stream.

In Ai Bao's eyes, there is always this absurd and romantic conversion formula.

"Then why did it happen?" Yan Tang patiently followed Aibao's logic and asked, "Does Aibao think that death transformed everything?"

If others heard Yan Tang asking Ai Bao a question, they would definitely find it funny.

How can a normal person ask such a philosophical question to a child with intellectual disabilities.

But Yan Tang asked very seriously.

In fact, every time he asked Ai Bao, he asked very seriously.

Ai Bao stared at Yan Tang for a while.

His eyes were quiet, still as clear as ever, so clean that he could still see a few small fish swimming in Ai Bao's eyes.

Yan Tang also looked at Ai Bao, and helped Ai Bao straighten his coat.

Preventing the jacket from running up because of Aibao's sitting posture will not keep warm well.

Ai Bao squeezed himself into Yan Tang's arms again.

The faint scent of soap locust on Yan Tang's body, mixed with his warm body temperature overflowed Ai Bao's nose, which always reminded Ai Bao of the clean white clouds in the sky.

He leaned against Yan Tang's arms, as if he was sleeping in a white cloud.

Yan Tang didn't urge Ai Bao to answer the question, he let Ai Bao stick to himself and pat Ai Bao on the back.

After a long time, Ai Bao raised his head from Yan Tang's arms.

"That's not certain," Abbott said, "but each of us comes from a black dot."

His eyes were shining.

"The black dots grow many, many, many different lines, and each line grows in a different direction," he said, gesticulating with rays one by one. "Some lines are long, and some are long. The lines are short, some lines are separated at the beginning, then meet later, and then overlap all the time, and some lines leave after a short intersecting.”

He said, for a while, he stuck to the index fingers of his left and right hands one by one, indicating two lines from strangers to white heads; , It is a thread that never communicates with each other.

Yan Tang listened and nodded his head to show that he understood.

So Abbot shook his leg.

He continued, "Death, it is the train of each line. Everyone wants to get on this train on their own line, but some people get on it early, and some people get on it late .”

"Finally, everyone came to the black dot where the line came out, all the people, flowers, trees, cats, sheep, sheep, sea, clouds, met at the black dot. "Ai Bao said.

"At that time, we can be a flower, a cloud, a cat, or a mountain." Ai Bao said, and pulled up Yantang's zipper.

He started to cheer up.

"In this way, no one will be lonely," Ai Bao smiled, "Everyone can be everyone, everyone can be yourself, everyone can hug everyone, and everyone can hug themselves."

Ai Bao happily shook his little fat hand, which turned into a spinning flower in mid-air.

Yan Tang understood Ai Bao's words unexpectedly.

He is no longer surprised by Ai Bao's magnificent imagination, now he is only amazed at the perfect, mature logic in Ai Bao's heart - this is not something a child with some intellectual problems will have.

"Great idea." Yan Tang nodded and said affirmatively.

Ai Bao became even happier.

He stuck back into Yan Tang's arms, playing with Yan Tang's zipper while rubbing Yan Tang's chin.

Yan Tang thought, maybe no one else, not even Professor Zeng, knew about such a vast and bizarre world in Ai Bao's heart.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao, who was holding a large bag of black sesame candies warmly presented by Aunt Li in his arms, and was eating one piece after another non-stop.

He still looks so carefree.