he can fly

75.

"I love you to the moon,

from the moon again

Come back here. "

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On Monday morning, Yan Tang asked Professor Zeng to come out for a chat.

He is still in a state of confusion.

Ai Bao's sudden confession on the weekend caught Yan Tang by surprise.

Yan Tang really couldn't understand the love in Ai Bao's mouth.

what is this?

love at first sight?

Yan Tang only thought it was absurd.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that Ai Bao's meaning is not the case.

In the dark, Yan Tang can probably feel the outline of the "love" that Ai Bao said, but he can't see the appearance of this "love".

There seemed to be a layer of frosted glass between them, and it was covered with fog.

Last night, Yan Tang hugged Ai Bao, who was sleeplessly, lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

He unexpectedly lost sleep.

Compared with Ai Bao, who is clearly the confessor, who should be terrified, but sleepy and snoring, Yan Tang, who is clearly the object of the confession, keeps his eyes open until dawn, which is not miserable.

Yan Tang turned his head slightly, and looked at Ai Bao who was comfortably pillowed on his shoulder.

Ai Bao slept on his side, and the little fat on his cheeks puffed up.

His eyelashes are long and curled, Yan Tang looks at them, the thick eyelashes look like a small fan.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao for a long time, he couldn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ai Bao's soft face.

After Ai Bao revealed his feelings, he ate, bathed, slept and stuck to Yan Tang as usual like a normal person.

Yan Tang could tell that Ai Bao didn't have the slightest idea of ​​keeping a distance from him.

Thinking about it this way, rather than saying that Ai Bao is confessing to him to get his response, it is better to say that Ai Bao is telling Yan Tang, "I love you".

Yan Tang rubbed his temples, he felt dizzy thinking about this now.

He himself had never thought about Aibao in that regard.

To him, Ai Bao may be more of a younger brother, a special friend, or something else, but he never thought that Ai Bao would be his lover.

In fact, Yan Tang has not thought about the issue of "lover" for nearly ten years.

When Ai Bao suddenly mentioned it in front of him, Yan Tang only felt that the strangeness was a little scary.

Yan Tang thought about it, he and Aibao could always be like this, like friends, like relatives, like many close people, living together for the rest of their lives, but he never thought about touching the complicated "love". unspeakable things.

Besides him, Professor Zeng is the person who has been with Ai Bao recently and for the longest time.

Yan Tang hoped to communicate with her.

Unexpectedly, when Professor Zeng answered Yan Tang's invitation call, he didn't seem surprised at all.

As if she had expected it.

"Mr. Yan, I know what it is probably. Let's talk about it tomorrow." Professor Zeng said.

Yan Tang opened his mouth and was even more confused.

What did Professor Zeng know?

Is it because Ai Bao has strange feelings for him?

Or something else, something he didn't know about?

Yan Tang held back the doubts in his heart, and replied, "Okay."

Professor Zeng came to the coffee shop reserved by Yan Tang early today.

When Yan Tang arrived 10 minutes earlier, he saw that there was only half a cup of Ceylon black tea left in front of her.

"Sorry for the long wait, Professor Zeng." Yan Tang apologized.

Professor Zeng shook his head indifferently, "No, I came early."

Seeing that Yan Tang was seated, she took another sip of black tea, "Mr. Yan, would you like something to drink?"

Yan Tang put his coat on the seat, "I've already ordered it, thank you."

Professor Zeng hummed.

She put down the glass and raised her glasses again.

"Mr. Yan has already read Ai Bao's poems, right?" She asked, but there was no doubt in her tone.

Yan Tang nodded.

"What does Mr. Yan want to ask me?" Professor Zeng asked.

Yan Tang looked at Professor Zeng. In fact, he had thought about the questions he wanted to ask a long time ago, and he had listed a lot in his mind.

For example, does Aibao also have this tendency?When did Ai Bao show this obvious performance?etc.

But when Yan Tang and Professor Zeng looked at each other, he suddenly found that these questions were somewhat meaningless.

Many questions, he actually already has the answer in his heart.

Yan Tang paused.

Professor Zeng was not in a hurry, she watched Yan Tang calmly.

It so happened that the waiter brought Yan Tang's Fu Rui Bai to him.

Yan Tang was distracted and thanked the waiter.

After the waiter left, Yan Tang said, "You know, does Ai Bao have feelings for me in that way?"

He tried to put it mildly.

Professor Zeng nodded, "I know."

she says.

"Then, do you think this is love?" Yan Tang asked again, "Ai Bao treats me, in your eyes, is it love, or is it a result of dependence and possessiveness?"

Professor Zeng didn't speak.

She looked at the black tea in her cup.

"Mr. Yan, do you think Ai Bao is in love with you?" She looked up at Yan Tang and asked.

Yan Tang was silent for a moment.

He picked up the white mug in front of him and took a sip of the flat white.

The unique strong coffee aroma of Flat White Coffee lingers between Yan Tang's lips and teeth.

"...I don't really understand it," he said. "Abbot's feelings make me feel a little bit overwhelmed, and it also makes me feel a little ridiculous."

Yan Tang said, "However, because I don't understand, I also choose to respect Ai Bao's ideas. I have no way to judge, I can't say whether Ai Bao is 'love' for me, I can only say , maybe for Ai Bao, this is love, but I can't understand it."

Professor Zeng asked lightly, "Then what's the use of Mr. Yan asking me? If you don't understand Ai Bao, then I don't understand him either."

Yan Tang put down the mug in his hand.

"I just wanted to know what you think," he said, "I think I need to hear from different people."

"I'm a little confused now." Yan Tang said with a wry smile.

He rubbed his forehead.

Professor Zeng sighed, "Is it love? How should I answer you?"

She looked at Yan Tang, the years were hidden in the fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"Mr. Yan, do you know what I admire most about you when you get along with Ai Bao?" Professor Zeng asked.

Yan Tang honestly shook his head.

"It's because you don't understand, so you respect this." She said, "Your logic is different from most people. Many people face children, or other unknown, strange, and different things, They often hold the mentality of 'I don't understand, so I reject it', 'I don't understand, so I correct it'."

"Everyone has a kind of safety zone. The boundary of this kind of safety zone is often whether he is familiar with things? Is he sure? This unfamiliar, uncertain, and ungraspable thing transforms things in my own safe zone." Professor Zeng said.

"Why do children grow up more and more like adults? Why are minority groups, such as gays and bisexuals, excluded? Why are maverick children always not very popular? Mostly because of this," she said.

She paused, drank some black tea to moisten her throat.

Yan Tang listened carefully.

"But Mr. Yan, you are different," Professor Zeng said, "I work in children's education, and my favorite 'parents' are people like you who have awe for children."

"Because you don't understand, you respect," she concluded, "and I appreciate that in you."

Yan Tang didn't speak, he took another sip of coffee.

He didn't expect Professor Zeng to notice this point of him, and she also praised him greatly.

Yan Tang always thought this was normal.

"And back to your question," Professor Zeng said, "Is Aibao's love for you really love? To judge this, we must first understand what is love—then, what is love?"

"We, this group of people who are different from Aibao, what do we think about love?" She said, giving Yan Tang a few examples, "Childhood sweethearts? The right family? Love at first sight? Love after a long time? It burst out in an instant. Passion, or the emotion revealed after a long time together? Is it a hodgepodge of family, friendship, passion, or pure and simple 'love' without impurities?"

"Actually, we haven't figured out what this is. It's private, for both parties involved, and has nothing to do with others." Professor Zeng shook his head, "I can't tell you how Ai Bao treats you. It's not 'love', because I don't know the definition of love, and I don't have the right to point fingers at Ai Bao's love."

Yan Tang is also aware of this.

He is not familiar with such things as love.

If it is said that the person talking to him today is not Professor Zeng, but someone else.

Yan Tang asked them, 'Is Ai Bao in love with me? '

Yan Tang believes that almost everyone will give him a negative answer.

'No. ' they would say.

Then, Yan Tang asked, what kind of emotion should Ai Bao have towards him?

They will say, 'children's possessiveness', 'the illusion of the child's ignorance', 'you are very good to him, he likes you, and he got the wrong relationship for a while', 'the child just depends on you', and so on.

But Yan Tang didn't want to listen to these words.

Behind these words is just a kind of reluctance to understand Ai Bao's arrogance and contempt for Ai Bao's world.

It's the same as what every parent once said to every unique child, "You're wrong, it's not like this".

Yan Tang has never placed Ai Bao in the position of a child, and Yan Tang has never been willing to judge Ai Bao with the three views of ordinary people's society.

To Yan Tang, Ai Bao has always been just a special boy.

"Is it really important to define Ai Bao's feelings for you, Mr. Yan, whether it is really love?" Professor Zeng looked at Yan Tang and asked slowly.

"Why don't we just define this relationship as 'Ai Bao's special love'." Professor Zeng said.

Yan Tang didn't answer yes or no.

He asked another question, "Then do you think I should keep a distance from Aibao?"

When Professor Zeng heard this, he suddenly laughed.

The fine wrinkles on her face deepened with her smile, "Mr. Yan, do you know?"

"Your hesitation and vacillation have already explained that you already have the answer in your heart." Professor Zeng said.