he can fly

73.

He bowed his head,

Kiss the bunny,

Say goodnight to him.

-

In the end, Ai Bao's exhibition was successfully completed on Friday night, and he agreed with Yan Tang to see it again on Sunday night.

There is nothing wrong with Yan Tang.

He sat on the sofa with Ai Bao in his arms, and chatted with Ai Bao while reading a book.

Ai Bao said, "Ai Bao wrote a lot of new poems!"

He lay in Yan Tang's arms, looking at Yan Tang with bright eyes.

Like the colorful candy wrappers from childhood.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, "Then I look forward to it."

Yan Tang, Ai Bao's masterpiece of poetry, has already read it a lot.Ai Bao has a new poem, and Yan Tang is also interested.

He sat up straight and asked, "Then Aibao, can you tell me what kind of poetry it is?"

Abbot thought about it.

"It's about Ai Bao and Yan Yan!" he said.

Yan Tang thought about it for a while, and he also read a few poems about him written by Ai Bao, most of which were full of attachment and love.

I wonder if there will be new content in Ai Bao's poem this time?

"Then I'm looking forward to it even more." Yan Tang smiled and squeezed Ai Bao's little face.

He put the book in his hand on the tea table beside him, and held Ai Bao in his arms.

"It's been hard work these days baby," Yan Tang stroked Ai Bao's curly hair.

Ai Bao curled his legs, curled up in Yan Tang's arms, and rubbed against him.

He likes Yan Tang hugging him very much.

"No hard work," said Ai Bao, "Ai Bao felt very happy!"

Every day, Ai Bao took the paints, drawing boards and brushes that Professor Zeng prepared for him, sat on a high elevator, and painted his own world on the ceiling bit by bit.

In order to keep it secret, Aunt Zhang wanted to give them a lookout.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Aunt Zhang called Yan Tang and asked how soon Yan Tang would be back, pretending to arrange cooking time by herself.

In fact, Aunt Zhang smuggled the news to Professor Zeng and Ai Bao, so that Ai Bao could pack up the tools every day, without Yan Tang seeing.

So far, Yan Tang really knows nothing about Ai Bao's exhibition.

In addition to knowing that Ai Bao has shown many of his new poems.

"That's good." Yan Tang rubbed Ai Bao's head.

In fact, Yan Tang did not have too high hopes for Ai Bao's development.

After all, Aibao's ability is limited, and there is only a short week.

Yan Tang expected that Ai Bao might have done some basic work at most, such as simply driving nails on the wall, hanging his poems on the wall, or placing them on the cabinet.

In fact, this kind of is also very good-looking, with a minimalist style.

Yan Tang thought that he had already made a plan, no matter what Ai Bao made, he would praise Ai Bao at that time, and he must not dampen Ai Bao's enthusiasm.

This is the first time that Aibao has shown such a strong desire to share.

On Sunday, Abbott was hyperactive all day.

Probably because he thought that after dinner at night, he would take Yan Tang to see his exhibition. He has been humming a song since he woke up.

When Yan Tang was dressing Ai Bao, he found that Ai Bao's little curly hair was curled up in high spirits.

When he was dressing Ai Bao, he touched his curly hair while Ai Bao was not paying attention.

Yan Tang secretly poked down Ai Bao's curly hair, but with a slap, Ai Bao's curly hair curled back as if it had been loaded with a spring.

Well, it seems that Ai Bao is very happy in his heart.Yan Tang thought.

"So happy today?" Yan Tang squatted on the ground, putting caterpillar socks on Ai Bao.

"That's right!" Ai Bao shook his legs, and his fleshy feet moved in Yan Tang's palm. ,

"Ai Bao is about to give Yan Yan a big big surprise!" Ai Bao raised his little head proudly.

"Then I can't wait any longer." The corners of Yan Tang's mouth rose slightly.

He put the shoes on for Abbott.

After getting dressed, Ai Bao jumped off the bed with a snap, and led Yan Tang to the bathroom.

Ai Bao's apple-flavored toothpaste ran out, and Yan Tang hadn't had time to buy it yet.

He has been using Yantang's mint-flavored toothpaste for the past few days.

Ai Bao likes the taste very much. Every time he brushes his teeth, he feels cool in his mouth.

His favorite thing to do in the past few days is to clean his teeth, get close to Yan Tang, and when Yan Tang is not paying attention, he pouts his mouth and exhales at him, sending out a cool attack.

Yan Tang was attacked, he stretched out his hand, pinched Ai Bao's pouting mouth into a flat little duck's mouth.

Ai Bao made a muffled sound of "uh huh huh".

Others can't hear it, but Yan Tang knows that Ai Bao is saying "Yan Yan hates it!".

Ai Bao thought that Yan Tang didn't know, and was still chattering about Yan Yan being stingy!

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao, and suddenly hugged Ai Bao horizontally.

Ai Bao left the ground suddenly, his feet flew into the air, and he was startled.Subconsciously, he obediently circled Yan Tang's neck and shrank into Yan Tang's arms.

Then Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao for a circle, and turned out, Ai Bao laughed happily.

His little curly hair trembled with his laughter.

"Okay, it's time to eat now." Yan Tang carried Ai Bao downstairs and sent him to the dining table.

Ai Bao looks fat, but is soft when holding her, but she is light in weight.

Yan Tang always felt that Ai Bao was less than half as heavy as his sandbag.

Elbo's caterpillar sock is exposed.

He shook his fat feet happily.

"This is the invitation ticket for Ai Bao Zhanzhan!" After dinner, Ai Bao handed the card he made to Yan Tang.

This is a piece of hard cardboard about half the size of Yan Tang's palm.The words on it are beautiful and powerful, it should be written by Professor Zeng on behalf of Ai Bao.

Yan Tang looked at the words above, "Ai Bao's first exhibition invitation card"

He read the word "Zhan Zhan" and couldn't help laughing.

For no reason, Yan Tang just thought it was cute for no reason.

Yan Tang's brows and eyes relaxed, with a slight smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll be there on time," he promised Abbott.

He took the card and carefully put it in the innermost layer of his wallet.

Aibao hummed in satisfaction.

He huffed and ran to the first floor, waiting for Yan Tang to come.

Yan Tang stood in the living room for a while, "Is the baby ready?"

He yelled to Ai Bao downstairs and asked.

"Okay!" Ai Bao replied loudly, "But Yan Yan wants to come on time at 19 o'clock!"

Yan Tang hummed.

He looked down at his watch.

18:58...18:59...

19 points!

The second hand just hit the 12 mark.

Yan Tang hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and walked to the first floor in high spirits.

"This is my invitation card." Yan Tang took out the invitation card from his wallet and gave it to Ai Bao at the door.

Ai Bao stood at the door, acting as the waiter welcoming guests.

He took the card and looked at it pretendingly.

"Hmm! It's Ai Bao Zhanzhan's card!" He confirmed it and returned the card to Yan Tang.

Seeing Yan Tang put the card away again, Ai Bao immediately abandoned the role of the welcoming waiter, happily holding Yan Tang's hand, "Yan Yan, let's go!"

He said, pushing the door open.

Ai Bao and Professor Zeng changed the lights in the room.

Of course, instead of reinstalling the lamp, several layers of paper were covered under the lamp strip.

Yan Tang looked at it. It should be crepe paper. Several sheets were stacked on top of the lampshade, crushing the light into waves, and the light of different shades was printed on the wall, making people feel like they were in the bottom of the sea.

Yan Tang looked around, and he naturally noticed Ai Bao's huge painting on the ceiling.

He did not expect that Ai Bao would choose to paint on the ceiling.

Yan Tang raised his head and admired it quietly for a while.

On the ceiling, he saw a dark blue sky, a crooked moon and scattered stars, with unknown big fish and birds on both sides, and some small flowers of different colors.

In the middle, there is a tall tree and a white, fat cloud.

Gao Gaoshu hugged Pang Pangyun, and Pang Pangyun also hugged Gao Gaoshu.

Just like Yan Tang is holding Ai Bao halfway at the door, and Ai Bao is also protecting his hands.

"...It's very beautiful." Yan Tang lowered his head, looked at Ai Bao, and said slowly.

"Baby, you draw very well," he said.

Ai Bao was a little proud, the little curly hair on the top of his head was about to stand up, but he restrained himself again.

Abby smiled big.

"This is Yan Yan," he said, pointing to the tall trees on the ceiling.

Yan Tang followed Ai Bao's hand and looked over.

He has seen a lot of Ai Bao's paintings, so he naturally knows it.

"This is a baby, isn't it?" He smiled and pointed to the fat cloud next to the tall tree.

Aibao nodded and said, "That's right!"

He happily shook Yan Tang's hand.

Yan Tang led Ai Bao into Ai Bao's exhibition.

He planned to take a general tour first, and then read each poem on the wall in detail.

Ai Bao and Yan Tang walked up the steps and came to the curved wall behind the corner.

Yan Tang saw it all at once, and the end was directly facing the poem in the center of the wall.

This poem is different from other poems that Aibao hangs on the wall in a row.

It hangs alone in the middle of the wall, and its special meaning is self-evident.

What kind of poem is this for Ai Bao to be placed in such a special place?

Yan Tang took a few steps forward curiously, wanting to take a closer look at the contents above.

Abbott followed him.

It can be seen that Ai Bao wrote this poem very seriously.

Every stroke is powerfully written.

Yan Tang read it sentence by sentence.

As he read sentence by sentence, the slight smile on his face gradually faded away.

He looked at the poems on the wall quietly for a long time.

Yan Tang turned his head to look at Ai Bao beside him.

Ai Bao raised his head, blinked his big eyes, and looked straight at him.

His eyes are shining, Yan Tang sees his own face in his eyes.

Yan Tang was silent for a moment, he pursed his lips, and turned his head to read the poem again.

In the end, it seemed like something was confirmed.

Yan Tang looked at Ai Bao and said softly, "Baby, this poem is for me, right?"

Obviously this is a question, but he said it without a doubt.

Obviously already very determined.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang.

He said, "That's right, it was written for Yan Yan."

He tilted his head, a little puzzled, "Does Yan Yan not like it?"

Aibao pouted as he spoke.

He looked at Yan Tang, feeling a little sad.

Yan Tang paused for a moment, he watched the vaguely sad expression on Ai Bao's face.

He looked at Ai Bao, speechless for a long time.

For a moment, there was no sound in the whole room.

The intertwined light of light and dark woven across Ai Bao's face, Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao in front of him.

For the first time he found--

In fact, Aibao is not short.

His curly hair can touch Yan Tang's shoulders, and his face is not completely childish.

Ai Bao's round eyes are not the immature eyes of children, they are also unique to teenagers, with a slightly sharp shape when they mature.

This group of soft mist is actually very big, it stretches out its arms and legs, enough to hug itself.

Yan Tang was silent for a long time.

When Ai Bao pouted his small mouth higher and higher with some grievances, Yan Tang finally spoke.

"No, nothing, Ai Bao," Yan Tang said softly, "It's very well written, I like it very much."