he can fly

Fifty.

they cry

they laugh

They ate and drank, they quarreled and made up again.

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Yan Tang slowed down a bit.

He didn't disturb Ai Bao, stepped out of the tablecloth lightly, and walked towards the strange child beside their red plaid flying carpet.

The dark-skinned strange child stared blankly at Yan Tang who was walking over, without looking away.

Yan Tang eased his expression, bent down, and asked in as soft a voice as possible, "Little friend, why are you standing here?"

The black child did not speak, but stared at Yan Tang with a pair of big and bright eyes.

Yan Tang looked at the child in front of him again. This child was about six or seven years old. Obviously, his family background was not good. He was wearing a pair of sneakers with some degummed soles. The sneakers should be white, but now they are a bit gray.The jeans have been washed to white.

And the red T-shirt on his body was a bit too big, it was almost at the child's knees, and it looked frizzy, with the corners being wrinkled.

However, although the child's clothes are a bit worn out, they are still quite clean.

Yan Tang asked again patiently.

The black child still didn't speak.

He just stood there straight, if his eyes were not fixed on Yan Tang, he would be like a silent sculpture.

Ai Bao by the creek seemed to realize who Yan Tang behind him was talking to, and turned his head to look.

The black child sensed Ai Bao's gaze, and stared straight at Ai Bao again.

Ai Bao blinked his round eyes, "Who are you?"

"Would you like to have a picnic with us?" he asked.

Yan Tang straightened up and stood up. He looked at the black child, and at Ai Bao not far away.

Ai Bao's curly hair was flying around, and his almond eyes were full of sparkling curiosity.

He seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the appearance of a dark friend who came suddenly and had never met before.

Yan Tang saw that the black child in front of him seemed unwilling to talk, and was about to go along with Ai Bao and send another invitation when the black child suddenly moved.

He shook his head first, indicating that he was not here for a picnic.

Then he took a deep breath, as if mustering up his courage, and said loudly, "Brother, I want your empty bottles!"

Yan Tang froze for a moment.

The child's accent is a bit strange, Yan Tang listens, it doesn't look like Sichuan and Shu area, nor does it look like the south.

Yan Tang stood up, only to find that the child was dragging a big snakeskin bag behind his back, which was filled with disposable beverage bottles and some cardboard like express boxes.

"Oh, yes." Yan Tang nodded, and he stared at the snakeskin pocket for a while. .

The black child was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Yan Tang, and he had no choice but to lower his head and touch the corner of his clothes with his fingers, Yan Tang came back to his senses.

He turned around and walked onto the red checkered flying carpet, picked up the mineral water bottle that he and Ai Bao had finished drinking on the road, and handed it to the dark child next to him.

The black child took the two empty mineral water bottles and grinned.

"Thank you, brothers!" His eyes were bright, and his white teeth showed on his dark face.

Ai Bao blinked his eyes, he glanced at the black child happily putting the empty bottle into his pocket, and then turned his head to look at Yan Tang who was suddenly silent.

The wind passing by Ai Bao's ear quietly told him that Yan Tang's mood was changing subtly.

The wind said they smelled the rain.

After all, they are not human beings, and they cannot translate their feelings into human language.

But Abbott understood.

Ai Bao tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yan Yan!"

Abbot shouted without warning.

Yan Tang turned his head, looked at Ai Bao and asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

"We brought a lot of bread." Abbott said.

Abbot stood up as he spoke.

He picked up a few buns on the red plaid flying carpet, and ran to Yan Tang's side.

"Nice to meet you!" Aibao handed the four small buns in his arms to the child dragging a big snakeskin bag.

The black child was a little overwhelmed.

He stared at the four breads in Ai Bao's hand, and licked his chapped lips.

He rubbed his hands back and forth on the sides of his rough jeans.

"No way, I'm not hungry, so I can't accept the beep!" After a while, the dark child still shook his head and refused.

After he finished speaking, he was about to drag his snakeskin bag and leave.

And Yan Tang took out a small plastic bag from the backpack at his feet, and packed the four noodles in Ai Bao's hand into it.

"Take it." Yan Tang put the bag on the other free hand of the black child.

"Our children like to give something to others when they meet new friends." Yan Tang explained, "Now we go out for a picnic and don't bring anything else. He can only bring a few bread."

Ai Bao nodded his head in cooperation with the side.

"Yes!" he said, "it's a pleasure to meet you!"

The black child hesitated for a moment, and he looked at the two tall brothers standing side by side.

"Take it, don't talk about it." Yan Tang stuffed the bag into the child's hand.

"We are all very happy to meet you," Yan Tang said.

His expression is a little cold, but also a little serious, which makes people feel convincing at first glance.

The black child felt a little embarrassed.

He took the bag with four loaves anyway.

He picked at his own face, and there was a shy smile on his face that was so dark and shiny, "Thank you, brothers!"

As he said, his face was lowered, revealing only a pair of red ears.

Hei Hei's child unconsciously lowered his voice, "I'm also happy to see you Neng!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't even look at Yan Tang and Ai Bao, he was ashamed as if he had run away, dragging the snakeskin bag and ran away.

Yan Tang saw that the child was running smoothly, and he didn't hesitate in which way to go. It seemed that he knew the way, and Yan Tang didn't stop him.

I think I'm someone who is familiar with this place, otherwise I wouldn't come here with a snakeskin bag to pick up plastic bottles.

After delivering the four buns, Ai Bao sat back by the river as if nothing had happened, continuing to be in a daze.

Yan Tang took out the food from the backpack.

Those few buns were just brought by him for Ai Bao to eat.

There are many other kinds of food in the backpack, such as the fruit plate cut this morning, the sushi bento prepared yesterday, small cakes, sesame candies, crispy rice and so on.

Yan Tang arranged these meals one by one.

"Baby, come and eat!" Yan Tang shouted.

Ai Bao groaned, stood up slowly and walked over.

"What is this?" Ai Bao asked strangely, pointing at the rolls of flat sushi in the lunch box when he saw sushi for the first time.

Yan Tang introduced to him, "This is sushi, a foreign cuisine...it can also be called kimbap."

Ai Bao nodded her head.

He picked up a piece of sushi with a fork, looked at the rice circle in a black kelp skirt for a while, then opened his mouth and ate it in one bite.

"It's sour and a bit salty." Ai Bao commented.

He swallowed the sushi in one gulp and squeezed his face, looking like a little fish about to spit bubbles.

Yan Tang asked Ai Bao to eat slowly, picked up the thermos, poured Ai Bao a cup of hot chrysanthemum tea, and told him to take a sip before eating, so as not to choke.

Ai Bao responded humbly, and took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea that Yan Tang handed over.

He found that the rice circle in black clothes was delicious, so he picked up a few more and continued to eat.

Seeing that Ai Bao was eating happily, Yan Tang felt relieved and brought out the fried noodles he had prepared for himself.

While eating, Yan Tang still couldn't help asking Ai Bao, "Baby, why did you take the initiative to give others gifts today?"

Ai Bao never liked to greet strangers in the past, let alone give gifts.

Today he watched Ai Bao share the bun with that skinny, dark child, and he was a little surprised.

Ai Bao took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.

He tilted his head and thought about it.

"Because Fengfeng told me!" He said.

Then Ai Bao touched a piece of sesame candy, chewing happily.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, and didn't go any further.

It was probably because Ai Bao treated the strange child as his guest that he treated him so warmly and kindly.

Ai Bao's criteria for classifying his guests are always strange. A cat can be his guest, a cherry blossom can be a guest, a piece of the past can be a piece, and a past sadness can also be a guest.

He always greeted them happily and said hello, and said goodbye to them without haze!

Yan Tang didn't talk to Ai Bao about the strange little boy who just appeared and then left.

It is true that when Yan Tang saw such a young child, but he had to go around picking up plastic bottles and cardboards to make money outside, he felt a bit unspeakable, but this child was to him and Ai Bao, and Ai Bao and he were to this child. It's just a small episode in each other's journey.

After eating, Yan Tang took Ai Bao for a walk along the creek.

They still didn't go to Doudou's mother's lively place, but walked in the opposite direction to a quieter world.

Ai Bao and Yan Tang found a very open space.

This open space belongs to flat land, with high and continuous mountains on both sides and lush green grass all around.

The green grass of this land is naturally not as neat as the lawn that Yan Tang and Ai Bao saw when they went to Shaqu Park last time.

However, they are full of vitality, each blade of grass seems to be injected with chicken blood, trying to rise up, with different heights, layer upon layer, green life all over the ground, rustling with the wind.

Yan Tang and Ai Bao sat on the lawn for a while.

Ai Bao leaned on Yan Tang's shoulder, held Yan Tang's hand, and invited him to listen to the chorus of Shu Shu, Cao Cao and Yun Yun.

Yan Tang readily agreed.

His big hand held Ai Baobai's small fleshy hand.

They sat together, they happened to have a meal, a full meal, and they were bathed in the sun and the wind blowing, Yan Tang and Ai Bao listened to a concert with only the two of them as the audience.

Quite a pleasant and quiet taste.

Ai Bao squinted his eyes and hummed softly.

Yan Tang listened attentively to Ai Bao's out-of-tune singing.

Aibao is singing, "Hey, well, well..."

The tree next to it is singing clatter clatter.

The grass around them was singing rustle.

But the cloud above Yan Tang and Ai Bao's head was relatively quiet, it sang hula la hula la softly.

Ai Bao's curly hair was blown up, and he raised his little face, swaying left and right, not knowing which piece of music he was indulging in.

The leaves swayed in the air, the grass hugged and pushed each other, and the clouds rolled.

They are all happy.

Yan Tang looked at them, and he also emptied his mind.

At this moment, he didn't think about anything, he just melted into a quiet chorus with Ai Bao.

This is a wonderful feeling. Yan Tang found that when he didn't think about anything and just relaxed, he could indeed become a part of nature.

He can be a silent stone, a dying scarab, a fallen leaf.

There is an indescribable subtlety, as if a person wanders through his life for decades, and finally returns to the universe as peaceful and natural.

Yan Tang had never had such an experience before.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao's fair hand in his palm.

Ai Bao's hands are actually not small, but they are always fleshy, and Yan Tang likes to hold them and squeeze them.

His hands were not only white, but also pink at the fingertips and knuckles. If you looked closely, you could see the bruised and purple blood veins under the skin.

Ai Bao used his fat little hands to lead Yan Tang into a strange world.

Yan Tang raised his head, and he poked Ai Bao's soft face on his shoulder carefully.

Suddenly, with a "snap", Ai Bao couldn't lean on him, and his little head fell off Yan Tang's shoulder.

Yan Tang hurriedly reached out to catch Ai Bao.

The white and tender Ai Bao was held in the palm of Yan Tang's hands, her soft face was still warm, like a jasmine flower soaked in warm water.

Ai Bao rolled off Yan Tang and didn't move. Yan Tang looked down and realized——

Abbott has fallen asleep.

He slept soundly, snoring a little, smacking his mouth a few times, and rubbing against Yan Tang's palm to find a comfortable angle, and continued to sleep.

Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao with some dumbfounding.

"Baby Pig—" Yan Tang Gua scratched Ai Bao's pink nose and sighed with a helpless smile.

Tired and untiring, sleepy when full, and coaxed when angry, isn't it just a baby pig?

If Ai Bao was awake, he would definitely correct Yan Tang, "Ai Bao is not a pig, Ai Bao is a baby."

But now, he's asleep, unaware that Yan Tang is calling him Baby Pig behind his back.

Ai Bao had already rested, so Yan Tang naturally wouldn't stay any longer.

After greeting Doudou's mother, he took Ai Bao back first.

Yan Tang was worried that Ai Bao would not sleep well, so he hugged Ai Bao who was sleeping soundly, and let him lie on the rear driver's seat to rest.

Yan Tang also laid a few car pillows on the top of Ai Bao's head, behind his feet, and on the ground.

If Ai Bao accidentally falls down, it won't hurt if there are pillows to cushion it.

After doing this, Yan Tang still felt that it was not enough, he thought about it, took off his coat again, and covered it tightly with Ai Bao.lest he catch a cold.

After all these things were done, Yan Tang finally showed a satisfied smile when he looked at Ai Bao who was fully armed and surrounded by pillows.

Among them, Ai Bao didn't know.

He didn't know what he dreamed about, he was sleeping comfortably while nibbling on one of his little fat hands.

Before Yan Tang started his car, he was worried, and looked back at Ai Bao in the back row.

Ai Bao wrapped his coat, turned over, and faced him with his limp back.

After confirming that there should be no problem, Yan Tang started the car and walked home.

When he came back, Yan Tang had already familiarized himself with the route. It happened to be 3 pm, there were not many cars on the road, and the road conditions were good.

And when he was about to get home, a text message popped up on Yan Tang's mobile phone which was put aside.

Yan Tang took a distracted glance, he hadn't saved this number in his contacts, but after calling several times, Yan Tang had a little impression that it should belong to Wei Xiaolian.

The information box that popped up showed the content of Wei Xiaolian's text message:

"Brother Yan!!! Help me!!!"

This series of exclamation points made Yan Tang frowned.