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Fives.

When Yan Tang came home at night, Aunt Zhang hadn't left yet, and she happily watched SpongeBob SquarePants with Ai Bao at home.

She washed some apples and cut some pears and put them on the coffee table. Ai Bao was holding an apple and nibbling on it, but his eyes were focused on the TV.

"Ai Bao has a little cough today." Aunt Zhang got up quickly when she saw Yan Tang came back.

Yan Tang drank a round of wine on the wine table, and his body smelled a little heavy.

He nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I asked you to wait until eight o'clock in the evening. Go back and rest."

Aunt Zhang waved her hand, "Hi, I'm idle too, I'm fine," she added, "Ai Bao has already taken a bath, just play for a while and sleep."

After finishing speaking, she saw Ai Bao staring at her and Yan Tang with wide eyes, and couldn't help laughing like a little mouse eavesdropping on the master's conversation.

"Ai Bao, Auntie is gone!" Aunt Zhang put her bag on her back and waved to Ai Bao.

Yan Tang walked towards Ai Bao who was on the sofa, "Goodbye to Auntie, Ai Bao."

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang, then at Aunt Zhang, turned his round eyes, and seemed to recognize two people again.

Now that he is familiar with Aunt Zhang, he is no longer as stiff as when he met for the first time, he raised his little fat hand holding the apple and shook it.

"Goodbye, Aunt Zhang—" he said softly and delicately.

Auntie Zhang yelled twice, and walked out with her bag on her face and a smile on her face.

After Aunt Zhang left, Yan Tang sat next to Ai Bao.

"Ai Bao, do you like Aunt Zhang?" Yan Tang asked.

Judging from the monitoring, Aunt Zhang is indeed as gentle and patient as Yan Tang thought.She is methodical and has her own rules, she is also patient with Ai Bao, and Yan Tang is quite satisfied.

Ai Bao is wearing a yellow down jacket today, and there is a fat little yellow duck on the down jacket.

He moved towards Yan Tang bit by bit.

"I like it." Ai Bao was next to Yan Tang.

Yan Tang looked down at him, and he found that Aibao liked to be close to people. He used his buttocks to rub against the bench when eating, squeezed in the bathtub when taking a bath, and leaned against people when sitting on the sofa. .

Yan Tang then asked again, "Auntie Zhang will come to accompany you from now on, okay?"

Ai Bao kicked his legs in red plaid home pants.

He looked at SpongeBob SquarePants who was catching jellyfish with his good friend Pai Daxing on the TV, and didn't speak.

Yan Tang looked at a piece of yellow cheese beside him, as if it had been melted by heat, Ai Bao's back collapsed.

From Yan Tang's angle, he could just see Ai Bao's side face staring at the TV. His eyelashes were as curled up as his curly hair, blinking and fluttering like a butterfly flapping its wings.

It may be because of drinking too much, or it may be the outbreak of Yan Tang's dog-like attributes that have been hidden for many years. Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao who was leaning on him limply, and his heart that had been cold all year round suddenly softened.

"What's the matter, Ai Bao?" Yan Tang asked softly, "Aren't you happy?"

"A little bit." Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang and answered him.

He stretched out his left hand and stuck a little fingernail with his thumb, and shook it in front of Yan Tang to show how much he wanted.

Yan Tang asked why.

Ai Bao said, "Why can't Yan Yan come to accompany me?"

Yan Tang was about to answer that because he had to work, Ai Bao suddenly sighed.

He was rather old-fashioned, "Forget it, maybe this is life." He said.

Yan Tang was quite surprised, he didn't expect Ai Bao to say such profound words.

After surprise.Yan Tang wanted to laugh, but seeing the serious expression on Ai Bao's face, he held back.

"Yes," Yan Tang echoed, "This is how life is."

Ai Bao nodded in satisfaction, feeling that Yan Tang's comprehension was very high.

So an older young man who smelled of alcohol and a yellow and round boy nestled on the sofa watching SpongeBob SquarePants.

It wasn't until 09:30, when Abbot rubbed his eyes and wanted to sleep, that the yellow SpongeBob SquarePants disappeared from the TV, leaving a black screen.

Yan Tang sent Ai Bao to bed to sleep, said good night as usual, pulled the quilt for him, turned off the light in the room, and closed the door.

I just went to the balcony to smoke.

When he smoked, he also locked the glass door of the balcony tightly to prevent the smell of smoke from drifting into the house.

It didn't matter that he lived alone before, but now that he has a child by his side, he has to be careful.

With a click, Yan Tang turned on the lighter, and he pressed the ignition button, the dancing flames illuminated his eyes, making his dark and cold eyes much more vivid.

Yan Tang lit his own cigarette.

His smoking posture is not elegant, it can even be said to be out of fashion.

Others smoke with the index finger and middle finger, enjoy it comfortably in small sips, and slowly spit out a mouthful of white mist.

He is different.

He is pinching the cigarette holder with his index finger and thumb, and he sucks half a stick.

After just a few puffs, the smoke is gone.

In fact, he can be regarded as an old smoker. He didn't learn well in high school, and he was rebellious. He smoked, drank and fought, and he did everything a gangster should do.

It's just that after entering university and starting a business, she put on a layer of skin that looks like a dog, but the stubbornness all over her body can't be shed.

Just like the tattoo on his waist when he was young and ignorant, even if he scratched it a few times with a knife, it still stayed twisted on his skin.

It seems to have been bitten to the bone.

Yan Tang habitually reached out to touch another cigarette.

Half of the smoke was shaken out, and he remembered that now that there was an extra child in the family, smoking was harmful to the body.

Thinking about it, he could only give up and put the cigarette back.

Yan Tang's alcohol capacity is not bad. He was a little drunk when he first got home, but he stayed with Ai Bao for a while, and then smoked a cigarette while blowing the cold wind on the balcony. Now his mind is almost clear .

Yan Tang was standing on the balcony. The winter in City C this year was really cold, not to mention cloudy and wet, and there was a demonic wind blowing from time to time, which made people feel chilly.

Yantang's balcony is not conspicuous at all in the reinforced concrete world of City C, nor is it at all high up.

But it happened to be on Nanshan Mountain, and the advantage of the terrain was obvious. When he looked out, it was a bustling scene of red lights, green wine and wine.

Yan Tang suddenly remembered that when he bought this house in the first year, the outside seemed not so prosperous, and the night lights were not so colorful.

At that time, there were many tall buildings in City C, but there were also more bungalows.

When he stood on this balcony for the first time, he could see many old bungalows with faded paint. Some of their balconies had red, orange, yellow and green clothes drying, and some had pots of delicate flowers.

Now these bungalows have been pushed to the ground.

Yan Tang came out of these bungalows, out of the old, moldy and damp alleys, out of the years of poverty, ignorance and recklessness.

Now he watched the low bungalows collapse, and watched the ever-changing tall buildings rise.

Watching the city's leisurely fading away, watching the crowds on the streets getting more and more crowded, people coming and going, shoulder to shoulder.

Yan Tang felt a strange sense of desolation in his heart.

Obviously he was standing on the balcony of his home, with his home behind him and the city he grew up in front of him, but he felt that he was standing in the desert, surrounded by silence, only the rolling yellow sand.

It seemed that in the next second, the wind would blow him away, and the yellow sand all over the sky would hide his trace.

Just when he fell into such a bizarre feeling, there was a slight sound behind him, like a heavy object falling.

This time, he was brought back to reality.

"Ai Bao?" Yan Tang pushed open the glass door of the balcony, quickly threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash can on the side, and walked quickly to Ai Bao's room.

He pushed open the door, turned on the light with a snap, and met Ai Bao who was lying on the ground.

"What's wrong, Ai Bao?" He stepped forward to hug Ai Bao, "Why did you fall to the ground?"

Ai Bao was in Yan Tang's arms, a little dazed.

His eyes were still blurred, as if he couldn't figure out why he fell to the ground.

He didn't come back to himself until Yan Tang put him back on the bed.

Ai Bao suddenly realized, "Maybe it's because my wings fanned me down." He said.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, thinking that Ai Bao was talking in his sleep.

"Okay, it's getting late, sleep well." Yan Tang retwisted Ai Bao's quilt for him.

Ai Bao wrapped herself in a quilt, only revealing a pair of round eyes.

"Okay," he said in a low voice, "Good night, Yanyan too."

Yan Tang hummed, and after thinking about it, he took out a few pillows from the closet on one side and put them under the bed. Although the carpet was soft, it still hurt when he fell on it.

Ai Bao opened his eyes and quietly watched Yan Tang working hard.

Yan Tang made a strategic plan, raised his head and saw Ai Bao staring at him with wide open eyes without blinking.

He is quiet, the skin on his face is white and delicate, a head of curly hair is flowing down against his face, he looks very cute.

Yan Tang stood up and rubbed Ai Bao's head.

"Good night, Ai Bao." Yan Tang unconsciously slowed down his voice.

He has lived for 27 years, and he can't say that he has a thorn in his body, but it is the first time he has met such a person who makes himself involuntarily soften his voice and temper.

Yan Tang never thought he liked children before, but he never thought that Ai Bao would be so lovable.

"Good night, Yan Yan." Ai Bao blinked his big eyes and whispered.

Yan Tang watched him close his eyes obediently, got up and turned off the light again, closed the door, and backed out.

Now he doesn't have anything to hurt Chunchouyue, the right way is to take a bath and go to bed early.

Yantang's bed is huge, almost twice the size of Ai Bao's bed.

He likes to sleep on a harder bed, and the mattress is not so elastic.

Yan Tang was wrapped in a bathrobe and sat on the bed. Different from the warm color scheme of Aibao's room, Yan Tang's room was painted with dark gray paint, and the three-piece bed suit and curtains were dark blue.

When Yan Tang closed the curtains, there was no light in the room, and people couldn't tell day from night inside.

Yan Tang brushed his hair while opening his mobile phone's WeChat.

He opened a record of information in a group called "Brother Yan's Milk Center" one by one.

I don't know which beast changed the name.

The first one is Luo Xian, "Brother Yan, let's go, brothers and sisters, go drink!"

Then there was Fatty Fang, "What kind of wine are you drinking? Don't brother Yan not care about you in this American time!"

Luo Xian turned pale with shock, "Yeah! Terrible! Ge Nen Yan has been dating someone for a long time? Is it only 18 o'clock now?"

He sighed, "Brother Yan is indeed a treasured sword!"

Then Liu Tangxing joined the discussion, "Brother Yan is amazing, he is living well, I admire you."

Fatty Fang was speechless to these two mentally retarded people, "What are the melon seeds in each of your heads?"

Fatty Fang explained for Yan Tang, "Brother Yan recently adopted a child. You all know that he spends a day at home preparing here and there. How can he have time to come out?"

It was only then that Luo Xian realized, "So that's how it is," he grinned, "So it's Brother Yan who is babysitting the kid."

Then the group name was changed by Luo Xian.

Yan Tang snorted when he saw this.

Fatty Fang, Luo Xian, and Liu Tangxing are all brothers in the same dormitory of Yantang University. When Yantang came out to start a business in the early years, although they had no partnership, they all helped each other.

Fatty Fang is an old mother. In the past, there was no tragedy of starvation and sudden death in Yan Tang's dormitory, and it was all thanks to his hard work.

Luo Xian is a prodigal son, he loves to show off and invite friends to come out to play.

And Liu Tangxing is a rare and honest person. He usually has a dull voice and likes to play games to experience the happy world, but he will say a few shocking words from time to time.

Yan Tang posted a smiling emoji, then quit the group chat, threw the phone beside the pillow, and got ready to sleep.

Yan Tang closed his eyes, he didn't know why, but he remembered what Ai Bao said earlier with a pretended sigh.

"That's life."

Yan Tang laughed unconsciously.

Probably what Ai Bao said is right, life is that the old can only be discarded, while the new is running wildly, and people are constantly wandering between the old and the new, moving forward and remembering constantly.

Probably this is life.