he can fly

45.

Only one rose remained.

How can we make roses stay forever?

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Yan Tang put away the red hard-shell notebook, and he put this notebook belonging to his mother in a corner of a bookcase in the study.

Let it, like the mother he has left, be dusted in the tender years.

As for the other Ai Bao's notebook, Yan Tang carried it to Ai Bao in his bosom.

He knocked on Ai Bao's door, but within a few seconds he heard the sound of Ai Bao running over with his slippers on.

"Yan Yan!" Ai Bao threw himself on Yan Tang after opening the door.

Yan Tang opened his hand and caught the big limp Aibao, "What is the baby doing in the room?"

he asked looking down.

"Painting!" Ai Bao raised his head and answered, his fluffy curly hair swaying with his movements.

He stood up from Yan Tang's arms, and pulled Yan Tang into his room.

"I just drew a sun, a flower, Yan Yan and Ai Bao!" He eagerly wanted to share his masterpiece with Yan Tang.

Yan Tang let him go.

Arriving at Ai Bao's small desk, Yan Tang sat down next to Ai Bao.

He rubbed Ai Bao's hair with the hand that wasn't holding the notebook, "Officer Liu just sent something that Ai Bao dropped."

He said, and handed the notebook to Ai Bao who was looking for his own drawing paper.

Ai Bao looked at the notebook in Yan Tang's hand and tilted his head, as if recalling what it was.

"This should be something like your diary, baby?" Yan Tang said.

Ai Bao let out an oh, and took the notebook.

He seemed to have no impression of this notebook, flipping through the notebook casually with his chubby hands.

Ai Bao flipped through the pages before suddenly realizing, "Hey, this is my old book!"

Ai Bao picked up his notebook and said to Yan Tang.

As he spoke, he put it on the pile of books aside, looking indifferent.

"Let's come and paint!" Ai Bao excitedly took out his drawing paper.

This is one of his best paintings.

Yan Tang saw that Ai Bao didn't care much about his diary, so he didn't say much.

He nodded cooperatively, waiting for Aibao to put an A4 paper full of colored crayons in front of him.

"This is Yan Yan, this is Ai Bao!" Ai Bao pointed to the center of the A4 paper for Yan Tang to see.

In that position, there is a fat cloud with thin hands and feet, outlined with blue crayon, colored with white crayon, and a tree with a brown trunk and green leaves on top.

Pang Pangyun hugs the tree, and the tree also hugs Pang Pangyun.

"Is this cloud a baby?" Yan Tang asked after looking at it for a while.

"That's right!" Ai Bao said happily, "This Shushu is Yanyan!"

He pointed to the tree whose head was covered with green leaves painted with a grass-green crayon.

Yan Tang stared at the green above his head and fell silent for a while.

He digested the fact that he had turned into a tree with a green top.

"...Baby draws very well." Yan Tang praised calmly.

Ai Bao sat on the chair and kicked his legs, feeling a little happy.

He dug out several other paintings and showed them to Yan Tang.

He also drew three other pictures, one is a fat cloud and a tree sleeping in the lawn, surrounded by some little red flowers.

One is Pang Pangyun and the tree playing in the water, and fish swimming past them with circle bubbles.

In this painting, Ai Bao also pointed to the lower left corner, emphasizing to Yan Tang that this is the home of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Yan Tang nodded solemnly, indicating that he knew that there was a pineapple house in this corner.

And the last one is Pang Pangyun and the tree sleeping in the bed together, but the tree is floating in the sky, and the moon and stars travel the universe with them.

Ai Bao kept chattering, he was very excited to share his work with Yan Tang.

Yan Tang was listening attentively, but for some reason, behind him, he was a little distracted.

Although before going upstairs, Yan Tang had already sorted out the discomfort he had experienced with Ai Bao.

But when he actually faced Ai Bao, and heard Ai Bao being so lively and chatting with him without haze, Yan Tang felt a little uncomfortable in his heart for no reason.

Probably a mixture of anger, distress and pity.

Thinking that Ai Bao was only five or six years old at that time, Yan Tang felt even more uncomfortable.

And when Yan Tang was a little absent-minded, Ai Bao suddenly stopped chattering.

He pursed his lips, and Shur stopped talking.

Ai Bao stared at Yan Tang with big eyes.

His mouth pouted unconsciously.

Only then did Yan Tang come back to his senses, "Ai Bao, why didn't you say anything?"

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang, his almond eyes filled with sadness, "Yan Yan didn't listen to me!"

He patted the table vigorously with both hands and complained.

Ai Bao moved his butt in retaliation and moved a little away from Yan Tang to show his unhappiness.

Yan Tang naturally noticed that the distance was almost smaller than a fist.

"Sorry baby, I was distracted just now." He sat down a little closer, took the initiative to lean next to Ai Bao, and apologized, "I was listening too. Tell me, this time, I will definitely not be distracted!"

Ai Bao leaned back on Yan Tang's shoulder.

However, this time he still didn't continue talking.

Yan Tang thought he was still having a temper tantrum.

Recently, Ai Bao has some small emotions of his own, and will have a little temper with Yan Tang.

Yan Tang also admitted that he was at fault, and when Ai Bao happily shared something with him, it was really disrespectful for him to be distracted in such an open and honest way.

So, Yan Tang also lowered his head and held Ai Bao's fat hand.

"Okay, I'm sorry, baby, I really shouldn't be distracted and thinking about other things just now, it's disrespectful to you. I won't do this next time." Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao and coaxed softly, " I will definitely not do this next time, so don't be unhappy, okay?"

Ai Bao looked up at Yan Tang, his big eyes flickered, and a thoughtful look appeared on his white and round face.

Yan Tang made persistent efforts, and squeezed Ai Bao's little fleshy hand again, "It was indeed my fault just now, I still want to hear about your paintings, please tell me again, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Ai Bao shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about painting anymore," he said, "Ai Bao wants to know what Yan Yan is thinking!"

"I want to chat with Yan Yan!" Ai Bao said heavily.

"Things on your mind?" Yan Tang was a little stunned, "Does that mean I was thinking about something just now?"

How to say this?

Ai Bao nodded, "That's right!"

He said.

Yan Tang didn't know what to say, "...Baby, I didn't..."

He was about to say "I didn't think about anything", but before he finished speaking, Ai Bao interrupted him, "Yan Yan promised me!"

Ai Bao widened his eyes and said, "Yan Yan promised me! If you have something on your mind, you will definitely tell Ai Bao!"

Yan Tang was a little dumb.

The last time he went to the botanical garden with Ai Bao, he did promise Ai Bao.

Ai Bao was a little angry, which was rare.

His shallow eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth was pouted high, and there was still some grievance in his eyes.

"Yan Yan promised me!" He said loudly in Yan Tang's arms.

Yan Tang didn't expect that, walking left and right, he would get himself involved.

He thought about it for a moment, thinking that he should talk about something casually, and let the ambiguity pass this time.

However, when Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, who was a little sullen in his arms, and looked at Ai Bao's bright eyes, he couldn't spit out the lies floating around his mouth.

He used to treat Ai Bao as a child of seven or eight years old, and always regarded his innocence and romance as immature and unreliable.

But the current situation made Yan Tang realize that Ai Bao might never have been so weak and childish.

In the end, Yan Tang could only compromise and ruffle Ai Bao's curly hair.

"Yes, we agreed with the baby last time, if we have something on our minds, we should tell each other well," he said.

Ai Bao nodded with satisfaction when the weather turned from cloudy to sunny.

"But," Yan Tang changed the subject, "Baby, frankly, I don't know how to talk to you... what I was thinking just now."

Yan Tang said frankly.

Ai Bao tilted his head slightly.

He didn't rush to ask what was the matter like ordinary people, or urged Yan Tang to speak directly.

"Then this matter is about Yan Yan?" He only asked.

Yan Tang shook his head.

Aibao continued to ask, "Is that about Aibao?"

Yan Tang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Abbot snorted.

"It doesn't matter," Ai Bao took Yan Tang's big hand, "You can say it directly!"

Yan Tang paused for a long time.

He was a little helpless, "It's about the baby's first mother."

"It makes me sad to think that the baby was treated like this by the first mother before," he said.

Abbott was silent.

He held Yan Tang's hand and didn't speak.

Yan Tang stretched out his other hand and patted Ai Bao's back, he couldn't bear it.

To put it seriously, after so many years, bringing up the scars of the past is nothing more than repeating the past and hurting people.

Yan Tang lowered his eyes, just in time to see Ai Bao's dense and long eyelashes in his arms.

His eyelashes fluttered like a free butterfly, but also like a brush covering his thoughts.

Yan Tang wanted to say something to bring this topic to an end.

Abbot suddenly raised his head again.

He looked at Yan Tang and said, "But the first mother has already left."

Yan Tang also stared at Ai Bao.

Abbott continued, "The first mother is dead."

Ai Bao's round face rarely showed a kind of calm indifference, "Ai Bao was sad and unhappy before, and he has fallen asleep peacefully."

"No one knew Abbott had ever been sad," he said.

"Then Ai Bao was sad at that time?" Yan Tang was silent for a moment, then asked softly.

Ai Bao looked away for a while, his eyes slid to the door behind Yan Tang for a while, and fell on the closet beside him and Yan Tang for a while.

Then, Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang again.

"The first mum said, 'Ai Bao, you are the sweetest baby!' and Ai Bao was quietly sad for a little while," said Ai Bao.

He finished, and added, "Just for a little while."

"The first mother is very poor, and many of Ai Bao's friends are also very poor," Ai Bao continued, "Their legs are green, purple, and their waists are thin. Ai Bao feels for them. so sad."

Yan Tang's eyes were still clearly reflected in his big eyes.

However, Yan Tang couldn't tell whether Ai Bao's eyes were as clear as a child's, ignorant of the world, or a kind of indifference and cleanliness.

Yan Tang opened his mouth to say something.

Still didn't say it.

He patted Aibao on the back silently.

Ai Bao curled up in Yan Tang's arms.

It was almost dark now, and there was no sunlight coming in from the window.

But Yan Tang's arms are very warm.

This is the warmth of another world.

"I'm sorry, baby," Yan Tang said in a deep voice after a long time, "I remind you of these uncomfortable things..."

Ai Bao rested his head on Yan Tang's chest but shook his head again.

"It's not uncomfortable." Ai Bao said.

"When the first mother left, she went over to me and said, 'Goodbye, Ai Bao!', and I said, 'Goodbye,' to her, and she left with the first mother." He said.

Yan Tang hummed lightly.

He didn't know what to say.

Yan Tang and Ai Bao hugged each other and sat quietly for a while.

"Baby, I will protect you." Yan Tang said.

He spoke very plainly, and his expression was very ordinary, no different from the usual appearance when chatting with Ai Bao.

Aibao's curly hair curled up a little.

A smile spread across his face.

"I will also protect Yan Yan!" Ai Bao turned around and hugged Yan Tang again, leaning against his arms.

Ai Bao rubbed against him, the familiar temperature wrapped him up, which made Ai Bao feel very happy.