he can fly

72.

"By the way, this is really far away,"

Big Rabbit said,

"Very, very far."

-

After seeing Guo Jiayi's art exhibition, Ai Bao was greatly inspired.

He is also going to hang his poems on the wall.

Other than that, he didn't have any other ideas.

"Ai Bao doesn't know what to do," Ai Bao leaned softly in Yan Tang's arms, a little frustrated, "It's so difficult to be a Zhan Zhan!"

Yan Tang put down the book in his hand. Recently, he had nothing to do and bought a few books at the bookstore to read.

"Will the baby want to chat with me?" Yan Tang asked.

Ai Bao has been busy with this matter for the past few days. He and Professor Zeng are decorating the empty room on the first floor every afternoon.

However, Ai Bao shook his head, "No way."

He said, "I want to give Yan Yan a big big surprise."

As he spoke, he opened his closest hand, as if embracing the earth.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, "That's fine."

He didn't force Aibao to share with himself either.

Surprises are only interesting if you have to wait patiently.

So Yan Tang opened the book again and continued to read.

Ai Bao sighed for a long time, he stayed softly in Yan Tang's arms, like a fudge about to melt.

Yan Tang touched Ai Bao's hair with the hand that was not holding the book, "Don't be too tired, baby."

He squeezed Aibao's little face, "If you are too busy and need help, you can tell me, I will invite some workers to assist you."

Aibao humbly agreed.

But he definitely won't agree.

After all, in Aibao's plan, this is a secret operation.

He pulled Yan Tang, and his round face rubbed against Yan Tang's chin.

Yan Tang has long been used to Ai Bao's intimate behavior, he let Ai Bao snort and cling to himself, staring at the book, while naturally lowering his head and kissing Ai Bao's forehead.

Ai Bao has a lot of hair, so like Yan Tang, he also washes his hair every day.

Basically, when taking a bath, Yan Tang packed and washed it together.

Yan Tang's chin was gently buried in Ai Bao's curly hair.

The tip of his nose is filled with the scent of the teenage green fruity shampoo he bought just for Aibao last week.

This fruity scent is strawberry or some tropical fruit, and it smells very sweet.

Ai Bao lay in Yan Tang's arms, his little head resting on Yan Tang's chest.

He pawed at Yan Tang like a koala.

"Yan Yan, I want to sleep." Ai Bao rubbed his eyes in some sleepiness.

He didn't take a nap this afternoon, he was busy with Professor Zeng all the time.

Ai Bao is very tired now, he feels that his eyes are almost glued.

Yan Tang said yes.

Then he closed the book he had just opened and only read two pages, and pulled the quilt over to cover him and Ai Bao who was lying in his arms.

"Good night, baby." Yan Tang said to Ai Bao in his arms, and pinched Ai Bao's soft face by the way. .

"Good night, Yan Yan..." Ai Bao's voice was small, and at the end there was only a slight smacking of his lips.

He was so sleepy that his eyes could only open a thin slit.

Yan Tang stretched out his other hand, and turned off the bedside lamp with a snap.

Aibao now likes to sleep with him more and more.

Ever since Ai Bao shared the bed with Yan Tang, he would roll into Yan Tang's arms from time to time in the middle of the night.Now she directly hugs Yan Tang to sleep, saving the intermediate process, which is very convenient.

Abbott felt very good.

Yan Tang has long been accustomed to being hugged by a soft baby pig without knowing it.

He already stretched out one hand to gently hug Ai Bao, hugged his waist, and slept around a fat cloud.

Pang Pangyun is soft, Yan Tang is very comfortable in his arms,

When sleeping, Pang Pang Yun and Yan Tang floated in the dreaming starry sky together.

They sailed under the black sky, and the moon and the stars watched them.

Abbot doesn't understand design.

He didn't have such a profound concept in his mind.

Professor Zeng originally planned to make a plan with Aibao. After the plan is completed, they will implement it step by step.

But obviously, Aibao is not a person who plays cards according to common sense.

He couldn't understand what the plan Professor Zeng was talking about. Ai Bao watched Professor Zeng take out the blueprint blankly, a little at a loss.

After wasting the afternoon of the first day without any results, Professor Zeng realized that something was wrong.

Her ways were probably wrong.

Ordinary people usually do design by drawing a plan, making a model, and then putting it into practice.

But that doesn't seem to be the case for Abbott.

So Professor Zeng put away a blank piece of paper and put away the pen that hadn't been used at all.

"Ai Bao, let's go to the empty room on the first floor." Professor Zeng pushed his glasses and said, "Maybe this way, you will have more ideas."

Abbot snorted.

He obediently went to the first floor with Professor Zeng.

The empty room provided by Yan Tang to Ai Bao is quite large, almost twenty square meters in size.

This room, Yan Tang was originally intended to be used as an equipment room, where some of his own fitness equipment could be placed.But later, after the overall decoration was completed, he had already properly placed the fitness equipment in another smaller room, so the big room was no longer needed, so it was vacant here.

Ai Bao and Professor Zeng went in to see that the room was indeed big enough, and it also had a layered design.Once you enter, it is a space of about nine square meters. Turning up two steps of stairs, you will find a slightly larger platform of about eleven square meters.

Ai Bao walked around and looked around, he hadn't been to this room yet.

There are fitness equipment on the first floor, and Yan Tang was afraid that Ai Bao would hurt himself if he went to play, so he kept telling Ai Bao that he had to be accompanied by someone to go to the first floor.

Ai Bao and Yan Tang have lived together for almost half a year, and it is true that he rarely comes to the first floor.

The last time he came, it was because Yan Tang and he came to watch a movie together in the home theater on the first floor.

Yan Tang went to the supermarket to buy popcorn and Coke for Ai Bao.

Ai Bao couldn't remember what the content of the movie was. He only remembered that he was very comfortable leaning on Yan Tang's body, and the popcorn was sweet and crunchy, delicious.

Ai Bao touched the wall of the empty room, the wall was a little rough, and it was simply painted with a layer of white paint.

The floor is not bad, it is a mahogany floor.

Professor Zeng was behind Ai Bao, watching Ai Bao feel around.

She stood still and didn't bother Ai Bao.

After he touched them all, she asked, "Aibao, what do you think now?",

Ai Bao tilted his head and unexpectedly gave Professor Zeng an idea.

"Abbot wants to paint on the wall," he said, "and put Abbot's poems on the wall."

Professor Zeng listened and said affirmatively, "This idea is very good, what does Ai Bao want to paint?"

Ai Bao thought for a while, "I want to paint the blue sky, white clouds, and tall trees!"

After finishing speaking, he felt that it was not enough, "There are also Huahua, Yubaibai, Maomao, the moon, stars and the sun!"

Then it's like a graffiti wall.

Professor Zeng thought, in this case, it would be a bit messy.

But she never discouraged Ai Bao's enthusiasm.

She highly praised, "It's great! With so many paintings, the walls must be colorful."

Ai Bao nodded happily and said, "That's right!"

Professor Zeng looked at the walls.

Because this room has a corner, the inner wall is actually curved, and the span is quite large.

"Then how is Ai Bao going to arrange these words?" Professor Zeng asked him, she saw Ai Bao was a little puzzled, and explained, "I mean, how is Ai Bao going to arrange the paintings on the wall?"

Ai Bao turned his head and looked at the two vertical walls in the room for a while.

One wall is outward, with straight lines, and the other is inward, with smooth curves.

What about painting on that wall?

Abbot thought about it.

He looked up again at the ceiling.

The lights on the ceiling are the simplest kind of rectangular chandeliers, suspended by a few steel cables, without occupying too much space on the wall.

Abby's eyes lit up.

"Use the wall above!" Abbot said.

He pointed to the ceiling and looked at Professor Zeng happily.

Professor Zeng also looked up at the ceiling.

This is indeed a brilliant idea.

First of all, the ceiling is flat, which is convenient for painting.Secondly, painting on the ceiling will not give people a messy feeling.

The most important thing is that when people look up at the ceiling and find a large painting on it, the surprise and accident in it are better than pushing the door and entering, and the wall full of paintings comes into view.

"I think it's good," Professor Zeng nodded in agreement.

"Then how are the poems and paintings Ai Bao going to hang on the wall?" Professor Zeng asked again.

"Aibao wants to hang them on the wall one by one," Abbott said.

"It should be hung at the same height as Yan Yan's eyes, so that Yan Yan can see it when he looks at it." He said.

Professor Zeng nodded.

"Then..." Ai Bao ran to the space behind the corner of the room, "Ai Bao wants to paste a poem in the center of that wall!"

He pointed to a nearly square wall in the center and said to Professor Zeng.

Professor Zeng followed Ai Bao.

She thought about the effect.

Should be pretty good.

A poem in black characters appears in the center of a white wall, and the contrast is very strong.

It's clear enough at a glance.

"Then which poem does Ai Bao play?" Professor Zeng was a little curious.

"Can you show me?" she asked.

Ai Bao nodded and said, "Yes."

He liked Professor Zeng quite a lot and didn't mind sharing his poems with her.

He took out a piece of paper folded into a square from his coat bag.Pass it to Professor Zeng.

Professor Zeng raised his glasses, took the square paper from Ai Bao, and slowly unfolded it.

This may be written by Ai Bao recently, Professor Zeng guessed when he saw the deep ink mark of the pen on the paper.

It can be seen from the handwriting alone that Ai Bao wrote this poem very seriously.

He tried his best to write every stroke and stroke of each character well, pinching the pen very hard to write each character in big size.

Flying in rows like butterflies.

Professor Zeng lowered his head and carefully read this short poem.

"Abbot is outside

keep flying fly

飞呀

Sometimes Aibao is a cloud

sometimes abbo is a bird

Sometimes Abbot is a star again

only you hug me

I'm in your eyes

I saw myself

I am

Aibao"

Professor Zeng's hands trembled.

She held the paper for a long time without saying a word.

She looked at Aibao, and Aibao looked at her.

Ai Bao's big eyes were full of calm, he didn't seem to be surprised by Professor Zeng's reaction at all.

After a while, Professor Zeng folded the paper into a square paper cube and returned it to Ai Bao.

She opened her mouth several times to say something.

But in the end it was silent.

When Ai Bao's strange feelings for Yan Tang were frankly presented in front of Professor Zeng like a showdown by Ai Bao, Professor Zeng didn't know what he should do.

Professor Zeng stared at Ai Bao, through Ai Bao's pure eyes, she vaguely glimpsed the stubborn color in it.

That's probably something very few people can see.

Both Aibao and Professor Zeng were silent for a long time.

After a long time, Professor Zeng looked away and spoke slowly.

"Abbo," she said in a very gentle voice, "you are doing a very difficult thing."

Professor Zeng looked at Ai Bao, his eyes filled with the tolerance and peace of the elderly, "You are trying to impress a mature man who does not belong to your world."

Ai Bao looked at Professor Zeng quietly.

His round little face was full of peace.

"It's not that Ai Bao wants to impress Yan Yan," he said, "it's Yan Yan who impresses Ai Bao."

He looked up at Professor Zeng, his light amber eyes seemed to be filled with honey, "Ai Bao doesn't belong to this world, there is no place for Ai Bao in this world."

"When Yan Yan hugged Ai Bao, Ai Bao felt that he was born in this world." He said.

As Professor Zeng listened, she suddenly remembered the words in Tagore's "Flying Birds".

"The fish swimming in the water are silent, the beasts on land are noisy, and the birds in the air are singing."

Then maybe, for Aibao, Yantang is the silence in the sea, the noise on the ground and the music in the air.

Yantang is another world that stretches out its arms and legs and embraces Ai Bao naked.

"Then..." Professor Zeng asked, "Why is Ai Bao so sure?"

She raised her glasses and looked at Ai Bao with probing eyes.

If the person in front of her was not Ai Bao, but any 17-year-old young man who told her that he fell in love with a man ten years older than himself, Professor Zeng would think it was nonsense.

She will certainly speak out.

But this object became Aibao, Professor Zeng hesitated.

Maybe it's because Professor Zeng also knows that he has never figured out Aibao's logic and world, so he doesn't dare to speculate.

It may also be because the love shown by Aibao is too solid.

It's not like the magma gushing out of the hearts of other young people, it's frighteningly hot but cold quickly, and it's not like a blooming flower that's fragrant but doesn't last long.

It gives Professor Zeng the feeling that it is more like a very high mountain, built one stone after another, and each piece is destined to be just right.All the stones are coupled together to form an impenetrable mountain.

Ai Bao looked at Professor Zeng and blinked.

"Because it was meant to be," he said.

He laughed, his brows and eyes curved, and a soft smile appeared on Xiaoyuan's face again.