he can fly

56.

"I've heard them say they want to stay, just like you do, but when winter comes and food is scarce, people say: 'Why are we giving you our stock? You don't belong here at all, or Go south!'"

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Ai Bao and Yan Tang have already read more than half of the long list of books that Professor Zeng made for Ai Bao.

Yan Tang has not prepared the following books yet.

Recently, things in his company have been a little tricky, and there was a small problem in the bidding of a project.Every day is a bit overwhelming.

Chen Shan was complaining that she couldn't sleep these days and she lost a lot of hair.

But luckily it's almost resolved.

Professor Zeng also talked to Yan Tang about the arrangement of Ai Bao's reading the day before yesterday.

She feels that Aibao has learned a richer vocabulary than before, and her ability to express herself is getting stronger and stronger.Yan Tang can try to let Ai Bao choose books to read, so as to better cultivate his interest in reading.

After hearing this, Yan Tang felt that Professor Zeng's suggestion was very good.

Now that he and Ai Bao have developed the habit of reading at night, it is indeed the right time to cultivate Ai Bao's interest in reading.

Originally, Yan Tang bought books for Ai Bao directly from the Internet, which is convenient and fast.Find out the title of the book, directly add it to the shopping cart, and then settle the bill together.

But now, since he wanted Ai Bao to choose books directly, Yan Tang thought for a moment, and decided to take Ai Bao to the bookstore to have a look.

After all, choosing a physical book, touching the pages, or smelling the strong smell of ink are all experiences that cannot be brought by online shopping.

There is nothing wrong with Ai Bao, he seldom rejects Yan Tang's decision.

After eating breakfast, washing his hands and mouth, he was obediently packed by Yan Tang and put into the car.

Yan Tang did not choose to go to the largest Xinhua Bookstore in the city. Firstly, it was crowded with people, and secondly, the environment was not very good. He looked at the recommendations on the Internet, and finally made a comprehensive analysis. He chose one he was familiar with and left home. Also near the bookstore.

In his early years, Yan Tang read several books inside.

"Then what book am I looking for?" Ai Bao hesitated at the door of the bookstore, "There are so many words that Ai Bao doesn't know."

He held Yan Tang's hand and leaned his head on Yan Tang's arm, looking a little frustrated and embarrassed.

The 17-year-old Ai Bao had a faint feeling that he couldn't read many characters, which seemed to be a very wrong thing.

This feeling, when Ai Bao and Yan Tang were alone, did not emerge from his heart.

However, as soon as he went outside and met the world, Ai Bao could sense that this feeling of being overwhelmed was emerging.

Yan Tang took Ai Bao into the bookstore while comforting him, "It doesn't matter whether you know the name or not, and whether you can read or not. When you choose books, baby, look through each one. Choose three books that you think Books that you can finish by yourself are fine, right?"

"If you really don't understand, I'm by your side, baby, and you can come and ask me anytime." Yan Tang squeezed Ai Bao's little fleshy hand and said.

Ai Bao asked, "Then Ai Bao doesn't understand the words inside at all, and can't understand at all, so what should I do?"

Yan Tang thought of this a long time ago, "Then baby, you can choose the book with your favorite pictures in it, even if you don't know a word, it doesn't matter. We can buy it back and read it together."

Ai Bao let out an oh, and then he was relieved.

He wasn't as nervous as he was when he first got out of the car.

Yan Tang brought Ai Bao here, which is considered an old bookstore.

There are three floors in the bookstore, but it is not so much three floors, it is better to say that the short first floor is attached to the wall, and two floors of suspended corridors are forcibly erected. .

Going up the narrow stairs on one side, the bookcases on the second and third floors are close to the wall. The corridor for people to walk is narrow and long, and after turning around, it is flooded by rows of books.

At a glance, this old bookstore is full of books.

And it is colorful, a room full of books with spines of various colors.

When Ai Bao walked into the old bookstore, they all let out a low wow.

The bookstore was very quiet. The owner of the bookstore was lying on the rocking chair at the checkout counter at the door, dozing off while looking at the store.When Yan Tang and Ai Bao came in, the wind chime on the door frame rang, but the boss didn't hear it.

Yan Tang roughly looked around the bookstore, there were only two or three people flipping through books, which was in line with his idea, there were not many people, not crowded, and the store was considered clean.

Ai Bao beside him is very interested in this bookstore full of jumping colors.

Ai Bao looked left and right, shaking his little head back and forth, looking around.

"There are so many books..." Ai Bao tugged at Yan Tang's sleeves, and whispered in Yan Tang's ear when Yan Tang leaned over.

"Yes," Yan Tang rubbed Ai Bao's curly hair, "so we can choose slowly."

Abbot groaned again.

He shook his little head again, looking around.

He has been dazzled by the colorful book fans in the room.

A room full of quiet books looked at Ai Bao, and they said softly to Ai Bao, Hello, Ai Bao.

Although most of them have black letters on a white background, in Aibao's eyes, they are flowers of different colors and different colors.

However, they are different from the flowers outside. They do not belong to the principles of nature. They are gifts that people pluck from their own truth and give to others.

They are quieter and more silent.

Also has a longer life.

Ai Bao looked them around quietly, and said, how are you!

Yan Tang pulled Ai Bao, and they walked to the largest bookshelf on the first floor.

There are the largest number of books and the largest variety.

Just like when Yan Tang came many years ago, the store owner is a lazy person, he let the books be placed in a random and messy manner.

As the owner of a bookstore, he doesn't care whether his books are in order, and he doesn't interfere with his books running around in different bookshelves, visiting other books everywhere.

Probably because the life of the book has been meticulous enough, and the pages of the book are so correct that there is no mess at all, the owner of the bookstore just opened one eye and closed the other eye, allowing these well-formed books to stay in an irregular and irregular way.

However, although the books in the bookstore are arranged casually, in order to make it easier for readers to find books, no matter how casual the bookstore owner is, he will simply tidy them up so that books of the same category are gathered on several adjacent bookshelves superior.

Ai Bao wanted to see a book leaning against the shelf on the highest shelf of the largest bookshelf.

Although he is about 1.7 meters tall, the bookshelf is too high. Ai Bao stretched out his hands and couldn't reach it on tiptoe.

Ai Bao looked around, looking for the tall Yan Yan.

Yan Tang was leaning against the edge of the bookshelf, holding a book and reading.

"Yan Yan, I want that book!" Ai Bao ran to Yan Tang and pointed in the direction of the book.

Yan Tang closed the book in his hand, followed Ai Bao and walked over.

He just found a book he didn't finish reading in high school.

It is also very strange to say that he did not expect that after so many years, he found it again in this old bookstore.

And he still remembered the contents.

Yan Tang followed Ai Bao to the position of the book, he held the book without any effort at all, his hand was almost straight, just enough to hold the spine of the book.

But this book is really heavy, Yan Tang used some strength to take it down.

This book is big and thick, with a hard cover, and the quality seems to be pretty good, but thick dust has already accumulated on the side pages of the book.

Yan Tang weighed the book in his hand. The book was half the size of an A3 paper, and it was full of weight. Holding it in his hand was like hugging four bricks.

Maybe this is the power of knowledge, Yan Tang raised his eyebrows and thought.

This book can be used as a weight-bearing, and the effect is absolutely remarkable.

Ai Bao and Yan Tang looked at this treasure book with miraculous fitness effects together.

"What kind of book is this?" Ai Bao asked while pulling Yan Tang's arm, staring at the thick book in Yan Tang's hand.

Yan Tang turned the book sideways, and it read "AGlobalHistoryOFARCHITCTURE" in English.

That is the global history of architecture.

It is strange enough that a global history of architecture appears in the bookshelf of the literature category.

"Baby, this book is a global history of architecture, that is, a book that records the construction and design of houses around the world from the past to the present." Yan Tang held the book in his other hand between his elbows and flipped through Take a look at this thick architectural history.

Aibao also raised his head to look.

Although this architectural history book collected a lot of pictures, Yan Tang flipped through a few pages and saw pictures of various pyramids, but the entire book is written in English.

Yan Tang looked at a few rows, and basically there would be a lengthy architectural noun every two words.

Ai Bao didn't know English, so he looked at the book with some confusion, "What is this, Yan Yan? Why isn't there a single word?"

Ai Bao was a little puzzled, why did he only see rows of dancing lines?

Yan Tang closed the book, turned to look at Ai Bao and explained, "This is English, another language different from ours, and you can only understand it after studying it."

Ai Bao snorted and said, "That's good."

Anyway, Aibao has never studied English.

Ai Bao tilted his head again and looked at the book.

He stretched out his little fat hand to touch the already somewhat uneven hard cover of the thick book.

"It's old, it's so lonely to be alone on the high shelf." Aibao said.

Yan Tang nodded, it was true.

This book is probably only read by students majoring in architecture, or those who are engaged in the construction industry.

But it's about architectural history, and it's all in English. There are probably very few people who read it, and I don't know how this bookstore bought such a niche book.

Ai Bao felt a little sympathetic to this lonely book.

"Then keep this thick book here, will it be very lonely?" Ai Bao asked.

Yan Tang didn't know if a book would make him feel lonely.

But he never vetoed Aibao's ideas.

He thought for a while, and suggested to Ai Bao, "Baby, let's put this book in a book that is about the same size as it and with the same classification. In this way, there will be books about the same size and content before and after it. "

Yan Tang changed his posture by the way, stacked the two books in his arms, and held one hand in his arms.

Ai Bao thought about it and thought it was good.

"Then let's go!" Ai Bao said happily, holding Yan Tang's other free hand.

Ai Bao, Yan Tang, thick book, and a thin book are going to find thick book's home together.

The thick book stayed obediently in Yan Tang's arms.

However, Yan Tang and Ai Bao also faced a problem in finding a home for thick books according to the general category.

Is this global architectural history about architecture or history?

Ai Bao didn't understand this at all, and he looked at Yan Tang in a daze.

Yan Tang didn't know either, he didn't know much about architecture either.

So, the two of them had to go and have a look.

While walking, Yan Tang lowered his voice and asked Ai Bao, what kind of book do you want to read?

Ai Bao said, there must be many, many, many paintings!There are also many, many, many colors of books!

After he finished speaking, he added a sentence, a little bit of words is enough.

Yan Tang naturally knew that Ai Bao didn't like learning to read and write. Every time he and Ai Bao read a book, Ai Bao could stare at the illustrations in the picture book for a long time with relish, not even a little detail.

And when it comes to reading with Yan Tang and recognizing new characters, Ai Bao usually sighs and says, "That's good."

As if under tremendous pressure, his back collapsed limply. He leaned against him and lay down for a while before he began to read.

Yan Tang thought, anyway, Ai Bao chooses books by himself, so it can be anything, and it is also good to choose some picture books and albums to buy back and enjoy.

He nodded, affirming Ai Bao's thoughts.

Yan Tang was holding the book and was chatting softly with Ai Bao when suddenly, a voice sounded from behind them.

"Brothers, what are you guys doing here?"

Yan Tang and Ai Bao turned their heads, and they saw the dark child they had seen at the picnic last time, looking at them in surprise.

The black child was grinning, his eyes widened, looking straight at Yan Tang and Ai Bao, his white teeth stood out on his swarthy face.