he can fly

61.

It's time for Little Nutbrown Rabbit to go to bed,

But he held on tight

The long ears of the big sorrel bunny hold on.

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For Yan Tang, many things in the past have become blurred.

Now when he recalled all the past, he felt that he was peeking at the cold sunlight through a piece of frosted glass.

The figure is hazy, and the past is not very clear.

It is said that most of the memories will become beautiful, all the pain will be illusory, and a little bit of joy can also be magnified so that everyone can talk about it.

But Yan Tang is not.

Yan Tang always avoided talking about the word past.

It's not that he thinks his past, youth, and youth are painful, unbearable, or unforgettable.

It's just that he has abandoned it.

Yan Tang drove the car expressionlessly and ran home.

When meeting Guo Jiayi in the bookstore, Yan Tang turned around and left as if he hadn't seen him.

He is not the 17-year-old Yan Tang, and Guo Jiayi is not the 17-year-old Guo Jiayi. They belonged to the years when they ran hand in hand when they were teenagers, laughing and escaping their parents, teachers, and schools. It has long since ceased to exist.

Now it is nothing more than dried mosquito blood, embarrassingly on the wall, turning into a tiny black spot.

But Guo Jiayi obviously didn't think so.

He trotted all the way, passing through the rows of bookshelves, chasing Yan Tang's back, and chased him out.

Guo Jiayi's body has always been not very good, and he is still wearing a thick windbreaker in the beginning of spring.

As he ran, the windbreaker drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Brother Yan... did you receive the letter I sent you?" Guo Jiayi stood at the door of Yantang's car and asked panting.

Yan Tang looked back at him.

He didn't say anything, but his cold eyes said everything.

Guo Jiayi showed a somewhat bitter smile.

He also thought, maybe it will be like this.

Guo Jiayi has a pair of crooked smiling eyes.

When he showed such a little bit of sadness, it was no different from the weeping pear blossom, it was generally soft-hearted.

"Do you have anything?" Yan Tang asked.

He looked at Guo Jiayi with no other emotions in his eyes.

It's like looking at a stranger, and it's like looking at a person who knows each other's name, but it doesn't matter.

Guo Jiayi hurriedly took out a business card-like thing from his coat pocket, "I returned to China this time to hold an art exhibition..."

As he said, he put a small card into a delicate envelope, "Brother Yan... Come and take a look..."

Guo Jiayi handed what looked like an invitation letter to Yan Tang.

Yan Tang looked down at the things in Guo Jiayi's hands, but he didn't reach out to pick them up.

"In what capacity did you invite me?" Yan Tang raised his eyes and asked him lightly.

Guo Jiayi stared at him.

His eyes twinkled.

After a while, under Yan Tang's calm and calm gaze, he bit his lower lip.

"...It's a classmate, an old classmate." Guo Jiayi said.

Yan Tang looked at him quietly for a while.

Seeing that Guo Jiayi looked away, staring at other parked cars on the side of the road, and no longer looking at him, Yan Tang reached out to take it.

"Thank you." Yan Tang thanked him.

He didn't make it clear whether he would go or not, he just put the invitation letter in his bag without even looking at it.

Yan Tang's attitude is lukewarm, the same as every one of his former classmates.

Guo Jiayi raised his head, he stared at Yan Tang, as if he wanted to say something else.

But Yan Tang didn't give him another chance, he just bypassed him, got in the car, started the car, and left.

Guo Jiayi was left alone, watching his car drive away in a daze.

It was almost six o'clock now, and many shops had already lit up their signboards, and the red and green lights outside the car windows quickly passed Yan Tang's eyes.

The thing like the invitation letter that Guo Jiayi gave him was sitting peacefully in his coat bag.

Yan Tang has no plan to take him out.

He didn't want to have any contact with Guo Jiayi or another person at all.

If you are a very emotional person, you will probably feel that in the dark, the reunion after many years is a kind of fate, a manifestation of fate, and there will be some ripples in your heart, and you have to think about it. of.

However, Yan Tang is not.

After he got home, he seemed to have completely forgotten about it, and put away his coat and briefcase as usual.

And by the way, he caught Aibao who rushed over.

"Yan Yan!" Ai Bao happily hung himself on Yan Tang.

Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao's butt firmly.

"Did you have a good lunch today?" Yan Tang walked towards the sofa while hugging Ai Bao.

"Yes!" Abbott said.

He kicked his legs in Yantang's arms, as happy as kicking water by the water.

He's wearing a pink piggy furry onesie today.

Yan Tang held Ai Bao in his arms, like hugging a big soft baby pig.

Aunt Zhang poked her head out of the kitchen and looked at Yan Tang and Ai Bao with a smile.

"Mr. Yan, you came back so early today!" she said, "Sister Zeng hasn't been gone for long!"

"Ai Bao just asked me how long it would be before you came back—I didn't expect that you would open the door right now!" Aunt Zhang joked with her mouth covered.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao lying on his shoulder, and unconsciously smiled too.

"I haven't been so busy recently, I can spend more time with Ai Bao." He said, stroking Ai Bao's back.

Now Ai Bao is a little embarrassed, and buries his round face on Yan Tang, refusing to look up.

Yan Tang smiled and patted Ai Bao, "Slimy Fart."

He said.

Yan Tang sat down on the sofa with Ai Bao in his arms.

Ai Bao sat in his arms and refused to come out.

He pulled Yan Tang with both hands, and buried himself in Yan Tang's arms.

Yan Tang lowered his head and asked him what's wrong with concern?Are you uncomfortable?

Ai Bao said in a low voice, "Ai Bao is sticky now! Keep sticking tight!"

Yan Tang laughed.

Now Abbott will hold a grudge.

"Baby, you are not a sticky fart." Yan Tang lay on the sofa so that Ai Bao could lean on his arms and sit more comfortably.

Ai Bao let go of Yan Tang, raised his face, and looked at Yan Tang curiously.

"Then what am I?" he asked.

"You are a baby pig." Yan Tang answered him.

Aibao pouted her little mouth.

"Ai Bao is not a pig, Ai Bao belongs to Bao Bao." He said to Yan Tang.

Yan Tang squeezed Ai Bao's flat duck mouth.

"Baby, look at your body, is it the clothes of the pink pig?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao looked down at his clothes.

"Yes!" He looked around himself and found that it was indeed the case.

"Then aren't you a baby pig?" Yan Tang continued.

He said nonsense, "Look, you are wearing piggy clothes today."

Ai Bao felt that it made sense.

He thought about it, and then looked down at his pink piggy onesie.

After a while, he raised his little face again.

"Okay then," said Ai Bao, "then Ai Bao is only a pig today."

He said.

Yan Tang laughed.

Although the smile on his face was shallow, it was surprisingly real.

"Little baby pig." He said, pinching Ai Bao's chubby face again.

Yan Tang found that when he had a little bit of trouble, maybe it was from work pressure, maybe it was from other things, or he was too tired, and when he got along with Aibao for a while, these negative emotions disappeared immediately.

Aibao is like a natural magnetic field, specially absorbing the uneven thoughts that exist in the dark place of Yantang.

At the same time, Aibao also has an extraordinary sensitivity in capturing emotions.

"I know, Yan Yan has something on his mind today." When Yan Tang tidied up Ai Bao and carried him out wrapped in a bath towel, Ai Bao sat on the bed and said godlike.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows.

Although he really didn't care much about the encounter with Guo Jiayi in the bookstore today.

But he also knows that since he met Guo Jiayi, the twisted tattoo on his ribs has started to ache, and the memories of the past in his mind are also rushing out of the corner like an uncontrollable flood. out.

Yan Tang can't control these.

It's as if he couldn't control his 17-year-old self, crying in the face of being deceived, betrayed, and fooled.

Yan Tang admits that he no longer cares about the past.

But he also knew that the hurts brought to him by the past had never disappeared.

This kind of injury is slow and continuous, silently lurking in the bottom of my heart.

Yan Tang sat by the bed and took out the pajamas that Ai Bao had folded.

He didn't deny Aibao's words.

"Then how did the baby know?" Yan Tang asked.

He asked Aibao to raise his hand and put the jacket on for him.

Ai Bao was a little proud, his little curly hair was up and down.

"It was Yan Yan's heart that told me quietly!" he said.

"Oh?" Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, and then asked, "Then why didn't my heart talk to me, but informed Ai Bao?"

Ai Bao glanced at Yan Tang.

"Because it's very close to me," Aibao said, "but sometimes Yan Yan doesn't like to talk to it."

Yan Tang was stunned for a moment when he heard Ai Bao accuse him of "not liking to talk to his own heart".

Yan Tang silently helped Ai Bao put on his trousers.

Ai Bao looked down at Yan Tang with his small head down.

"Then I'm sorry." After a long time, Yan Tang sat face to face with Ai Bao in pajamas, and he said.

"Sometimes, I may also be afraid to hear what it is saying." Yan Tang said.

Yan Tang said, pointing to his heart.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang quietly.

It is night now, Yan Tang's bedroom is very quiet, if Ai Bao and Yan Tang are not talking, then only the tree shadows on the wall are whispering.

Ai Bao's round almond eyes are full of peace and purity.

After a long time, Ai Bao tilted his head, "That's nothing."

Abbott said, "How normal to be afraid!"

He moved to Yantang again.

Ai Bao skillfully grabbed Yan Tang and hugged him.

He rubbed Yan Tang's chin with his soft face.

Yan Tang takes care of his stubble every day, and Ai Bao has never been poked with his chubby cake face.

Yan Tang also hugged Ai Bao.

He put his arms around Ai Bao, "But I don't know what I'm afraid of."

He said.

"Baby, I don't know what is on my mind, but it does seem to make me feel a little uncomfortable."

Yan Tang said that he stretched out his hand to pin back a lock of curly hair on Ai Baoyuan's face.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang.

He thought for a while, and then said, "Then I can hug Yan Yan tightly."

Yan Tang lowered his head, looked at Ai Bao and asked, why?

"Because it needs to be warmer." Abbott said.

He hugged Yan Tang tightly,

Like a painting he once painted, a fat cloud hugs a tall tree tightly.