he can fly

69.

it's so far

Little Rabbit thought.

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On Saturday, Abbott slept until nearly eleven o'clock before waking up.

When Ai Bao woke up, because Yan Tang drew the curtains in the room tightly and couldn't see the light, so he couldn't figure out the time at all, thinking that it was the same time as he usually woke up.A person rolled up the quilt by himself on the bed, rolling and playing.

Yan Tang didn't call Ai Bao either.

It's the weekend, so it's okay to let Aibao sleep more.

For a week, Ai Bao got up at seven or eight every morning in order to go to the company with him.

Yan Tang often finished his morning run, and he would drag Ai Bao who was still rubbing his eyes to tidy up.

It wasn't until Yan Tang stopped what he was busy with and checked the time that it was almost [-]:[-] to have lunch, and there was no movement in the room, so he went to his room to see if Ai Bao woke up.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he met Ai Bao who wrapped himself up like a caterpillar.

"Strictly!" Ai Bao only showed his round white face.

He thumped towards Yan Tang, "Ai Bao is entangled in the quilt! Ai Bao can't move!"

He complained loudly.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, the pancake fruit on the bed, dumbfounded, and went to rescue him.

Ai Bao looked a little aggrieved.

Ai Bao's quilt was stretched so long that he couldn't even turn over.

He shrunk his mouth into a low duckbill.

Yan Tang held back his smile, and untied the quilt that was messed up on Ai Bao's body.

"What do you want to eat for lunch today?" Yan Tang asked Ai Bao.

"It's almost twelve o'clock now," he pulled up Ai Bao who had been liberated from the quilt, "let's go to the exhibition after dinner."

Only then did Ai Bao realize that it was so late now, and he was still a little dazed sitting on the bed.

The desperate fight with the quilt just now exhausted Ai Bao's mental strength.

After a while, he let out an oh.

"That's all right," he said.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon when Yan Tang and Ai Bao packed up and got in the car to go out.

But it shouldn't matter.

Yan Tang remembered that it was written on the invitation card that the exhibition was open until [-] pm.

Maybe it's because he's had enough sleep, Ai Bao is in a particularly good mood today.

He sat in the passenger seat, humming his own little song.

Generally speaking, when Ai Bao is in a good mood, he hums softly, and when he is in a very good mood, he hums loudly.And when he was in a very, very good mood, he would hum aloud and sway to his own singing.

Today, he is in a very, very good mood.

Ai Bao's small curly hairs are all upturned energetically.

Yan Tang turned the steering wheel, he turned his head, and was about to ask why Ai Bao was so happy today?

He only turned his head halfway, and suddenly remembered that Aibao spoke when he was not allowed to drive.

Yan Tang: ...

So, Yan Tang turned his half-turned head back as if nothing had happened.

Act as if nothing happened.

On the way, Yan Tang secretly glanced at Ai Bao.

Ai Bao was having fun with himself, shaking his head and singing, without noticing his dangerous action just now.

Yan Tang relaxed in his heart.

The location of Guo Jiayi's art exhibition is really remote, even if you are a local, you will never find it without using the navigation.

I don't know what he thinks about holding an art exhibition in such a remote place.

However, no matter what he thinks, it has nothing to do with Yan Tang.

He just followed Ai Bao's wishes today, taking Ai Bao to see what to do with a "exhibition", and learning from it.

As for the significance of his coming to Guo Jiayi, Yan Tang didn't care, nor did he care.

"This is 'Fleeing Years'!" Ai Bao read the words on the poster at the entrance of the painting exhibition hall.

"This is 'Fleeing Years'!" He looked at Yan Tang again, and repeated it again.

It happened that Ai Bao knew these two words, which made Ai Bao feel a little proud, and he looked at Yan Tang with bright eyes.

Yan Tang praised him very much, "Yes, it's fleeting time, and Ai Bao can recognize more and more characters."

Ai Bao took Yan Tang's hand and raised his round chin.

He is now studying these words very seriously!

As Yan Tang expected, basically no one came to Guo Jiayi's art exhibition.

Yan Tang took out the invitation card and showed it to the ticket inspector at the gate.

Apart from the remote location of Guo Jiayi, it may also be related to him.

This exhibition needs to be entered with an invitation card, that is, the small card Guo Jiayi gave Yan Tang to enter. Maybe Guo Jiayi himself does not want too many people to come.

In this way, the significance of this exhibition is more personal.

Yan Tang led Ai Bao in.

For this exhibition, Guo Jiayi chose a light gray background wall, which is white.Under the illumination of some dim white light, it has a more gentle feeling than ordinary pure gray.

Some of his paintings hang alone in the middle of a wall, while others are scattered and randomly arranged at the four corners of the wall.

Like a group of wild geese, in the gray sky, they huddled together and then dispersed.

"Is this Yan Yan?" Ai Bao tugged at Yan Tang's sleeve and suddenly pointed to a painting and asked.

Yan Tang heard the words and looked.

This is a big sketch.

Compared with other colorful paintings, this painting, which is only black, white and gray, hangs naked in the middle of the wall, looking a bit lonely.

The painting is indeed Yan Tang.

It was only 17-year-old Yan Tang, wearing a baggy school uniform, sleeping on his stomach on the table.

17-year-old Yantang has a wide-open window on the left, and there are still clouds floating outside. It seems that the weather is fine.To his right is a cluttered first base of books.He buried half of his face in the crook of his arms, closed his eyes, and slept soundly without heart.

There are one or two flowers on the upper left corner of the desk, which may have floated in from the window, or someone may have picked them and placed them gently beside him.

"Yan Yan, are you sleeping?" Ai Bao looked up at the painting carefully.

Yan Tang nodded.

"Yes, I was sleeping," he said flatly, "This is me in high school."

In his first and second year of high school, he had a rough time. He basically didn't study much, and his mind was full of wild ideas and unrealistic imaginations.

During this period of time, the most he did every day was sleeping, skipping classes, and playing games.

If it wasn't for his liking for sports, good figure, and dog-like appearance, Yan Tang estimated that his high school would have been very stable.

Abbot snorted.

He was not curious why Yan Tang, who was in high school, had to sleep in class.

I'm also not curious why the 17-year-old Yan Tang appeared in this art exhibition.

"Hello, Yan Yan." Ai Bao waved his little fat hand to Yan Tang who was sleeping peacefully on the canvas.

He happily introduced himself to Yan Tang, "I am 17-year-old Aibao!"

Yan Tang looked down at Ai Bao who was greeting the 17-year-old him.

Ai Bao's round eyes were full of pure happiness, and there was a soft smile on his fair face.

What would happen to him if he met Ai Bao at the age of 17?

Yan Tang stroked his chin and imagined it.

He figured he might be at a loss.

Although he was indifferent to everyone when he was young, in fact, only Yan Tang knew that he just felt that he was not understood and didn't want to communicate with others.

Moreover, he may have played a lot of games alone at that time, he was relatively autistic, and he was a little socially afraid.Yan Tang estimated that when he saw Ai Bao cry, Ai Bao laughed, Ai Bao was angry, Ai Bao was unhappy, Ai Bao was wronged, and Ai Bao had a temper, he probably would be in a hurry and didn't know what to do.

"He's asleep, so he can't say hello to the baby." Yan Tang rubbed Ai Bao's little head.

Abbot snorted.

He looked again at the 17-year-old Yan Tang in black, white and gray on the canvas, and then he looked up at Yan Tang in front of him, who was wearing a ginger long-sleeved sweatshirt with him.

"Then did he sleep soundly?" Ai Bao blinked and asked.

Yan Tang was silent for a while.

He didn't rush to answer Ai Bao's question.

He also looked up at himself on the canvas.

This may be in a Chinese class. Yan Tang remembers that his Chinese teacher in high school was an old teacher, who spoke in a slow and steady manner, without any ups and downs.

Whenever he listened to the teacher reading, he couldn't help dozing off.

"It's very fragrant." Yan Tang collected his thoughts, then turned back to look at Ai Bao and replied.

Ai Bao said, "That's great!"

They held hands again and continued to look at the painting behind.

Who can't sleep well when they don't know anything?Yan Tang thought.

Probably the happiest time for people is before they know the truth, nothingness, and the dark side at the bottom of everything.

But it doesn't matter, now that Yan Tang knows, he has digested it early.

Just let my 17-year-old self sleep well.

In fact, Guo Jiayi's painting exhibition not only shows his own paintings, but also some other works.

Yan Tang doesn't know much about art, so he doesn't know how to classify it.

He and Aibao saw a somewhat peculiar work in the most central exhibition hall.

This work is spread out on the ground, it is a fragmented crystal ball.

Some small pieces of glass splashed everywhere, while some large pieces of glass were connected in series by red lines, barely piecing together a broken sphere.

And the other time, it was the base of the crystal ball that fell down. It was lying on its side, as if it had rolled many times.

It may be because I am worried that someone will touch the glass shards. This work located in the center of the entire exhibition is surrounded by glass walls, separating it from visitors.

"What is this?" Ai Bao looked curiously.

Yan Tang didn't know what he wanted to express.

He looked around.

Inadvertently, Yan Tang lowered his head and realized——

"The Age of Innocence"

The name of the work is engraved on a plaque and nailed to the ground.

The nameplate is not conspicuous in the dim light, and it is estimated that most people will step on it without seeing it.

"Baby, look here." Yan Tang pointed to the ground.

Ai Bao came over and looked in the direction of Yan Tang's finger.

It happened to be a few words he knew again!

Abbot tilted his head.

Of course he understood the name of the work.

He got up and looked at the dead crystal ball under the light again.