he can fly

Eight.

Luo Xian, a silly boy, was born with a lack of brain.

Yan Tang made an appointment at the boxing gym. He didn't have any sense of crisis, and he was so excited that he thought he could get a free boxing lesson, so he drove over in his sleazy Lamborghini.

As a result, just for the warm-up exercise, he said, "Oh, oh, oh, I'm getting old!"I can't stand the back! ', the right sentence 'Brother Yan, let me take a step first and see you later! '

After Yan Tang pressed him to warm up, he hit the stage several times.

Luo Xian was no match for a seasoned opponent like Yan Tang. He couldn't dodge enough to get punched and kicked a few times before he realized that he had fallen into a trap.

He wailed and begged for mercy, "Ouch, Brother Yan—Father Yan—Father Yan—don't hit me, don't hit me!! If you hit me again, I'll become a sandbag!!"

Later, when he realized that it was useless to say good things to him, Luo Xian also turned his face, showing his usual ugly face, "Yantang, my sun, you * are you human * old animal!! Are you jealous of my face? *Your uncle* Yan Tang of your mother!! Let go!"

Yan Tangli ignored him, and pressed him to the ground repeatedly rubbing against him with a ferocious face.

In the end, Luo Xian pretended to be dead and held his corpse on the table, unable to live or die. Yan Tang felt that he had finished cooking, so he let him go.

He was also next to Luo Xian, sitting on the edge of the table, and drank two sips of water.

Yan Tang always wore a tight-fitting sportswear when he punched. When he drank water, he raised his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was indescribably sexy.

Between his breaths and breaths, the outlines of the abdominal muscles of his abdomen and the pectoral muscles of his chest can be vaguely seen.

Luo Xian cast a jealous look at this.

He looked at his white body, pinched the fat on his stomach, spread his limbs and sighed to cover his tears.

But I was depressed for only a few minutes, and I still ate the junk food that I should eat at night, and I still drank the wine that I should drink as usual.

Luo Xian sat up straight like a carp, put his hand on Yan Tang's shoulder and winked, and asked him if he would be happy with him today.

There is something indescribably wretched about the smile.

Yan Tang asked him to remove his hand in disgust, and picked up a towel beside him to wipe off his sweat.

"No," Yan Tang casually put the towel on his shoulders, "There are still children waiting at home."

Luo Xian booed him with a "wow--".

"I don't know, I thought you raised a little fairy at home, who seduced you so much that you didn't want to go out every day." Luo Xian said.

Yan Tang didn't say anything, just wrapped the wristband that he had taken off halfway around again.

He shook his hands in front of Luo Xian, which could be put on boxing gloves at any time, and snorted, the meaning was obvious.

Luo Xian didn't change his face, "Hey, your child is so cute, isn't he just an elf and flower fairy—the kind who grew up drinking dew! It looks like the kind that should be held in his hands and in his mouth! "

After finishing speaking, he gave Yan Tang a thumbs up, "It's you, Brother Yan! You can have such a house elf!"

Yan Tang didn't even look at Luo Xian, and didn't bother to pay attention to his rambunctious words.

He lowered his head and continued to untie the black gauntlet on his hand.

Luo Xian lay back on the table again, unable to get up.

"Ah, I feel like you're all settled," he said suddenly, "Fatty Fang got married the year before last, Brother Yan, you now have concerns at home... Liu Tangxing, Liu Tangxing, uh, I don't know what he's been doing these past few years , if it wasn’t for occasional bubbling in the WeChat group, there would be no news…”

Hearing this, Yan Tang stopped the movement of his hands.

He glanced at Luo Xian who was spread into a big cake beside him, "If you want to find Liu Tangxing, call him."

Yan Tang said lightly, "Others may not be sure, but if you ask, he will definitely tell you how he is doing recently."

Luo Xian turned his back on Yan Tang.

"I don't believe it," he muttered under his breath, "who cares if he lives or dies."

Yan Tang looked at his back lying on his side, shook his head, and said nothing.

Neither he nor Fatty Fang could participate in the affairs of these two people.

There is no way, the relationship is a matter between two people, no matter who intervenes, it will only increase the embarrassment.

Facts have proved that evil animals still have the benefits of evil animals.

Luo Xian is surprisingly resistant to fights and falls.

When Yan Tang and Luo Xian finished their showers and left the boxing gym, Luo Xian, who was dying just now, came alive again.

Yan Tang and Luo Xian met at the gate of the boxing gym, and he even blew a kiss desperately, seeing Yan Tang's face suddenly gloomy, he ran away with a smile.

Yan Tang watched him humming and walking towards his bright blue Lamborghini, but he could only shake his head.

Don't compare yourself to him.

He also has to hurry back. Today, Professor Zeng asked him to go home early and said he had something to discuss with him.

Professor Zeng has been here for two weeks, and Ai Bao gets along well with her.

Yan Tang asked Ai Bao several times before going to bed, did he like Professor Zeng?

Ai Bao said loudly that he liked it.

His big eyes were shining brightly, and it could be seen that he really liked the old professor.

Yan Tang is also satisfied with this old educator, both her knowledge and her attitude towards children are reassuring.

When Yan Tang came home, Aunt Zhang and Professor Zeng were chatting happily in the living room.

The two of them are about the same age, one is an expert in children's education, and the other has brought up two children by herself. The two always have a common language.

Yan Tang can sometimes see them chatting in the surveillance video.

Seeing Yan Tang coming back, Aunt Zhang smiled at him.

Yan Tang looked around, but didn't find a soft ball of Aibao.

Usually when he got home, Ai Bao would look over when he heard the sound of the door opening, and call his chubby hand, saying that Yan Yan was back.

Yan Tang asked, where is Ai Bao?

Aunt Zhang said she was sleeping.

She said with some concern that today Ai Bao always said that his stomach was uncomfortable, and he didn't eat much for lunch.I have been sleeping this afternoon. I fell asleep on the table after class at 16 o'clock. I haven't woken up yet.

Professor Zeng also nodded, saying that today Aibao always rubbed his eyes and dozed off.

Yan Tang frowned, he wanted to go to Ai Bao's room to see how Ai Bao was doing.

But Professor Zeng stopped him.

"You're disturbing his sleep by going now. Sister Zhang and I have confirmed that we don't have a cold," Professor Zeng said. "You might as well let Ai Bao take a good rest and ask him what's wrong when he wakes up."

What Professor Zeng said made sense, but Yan Tang could only stop.

"Come, come, Aibao is resting today, and I just came to talk to you about something." Professor Zeng said while taking out a stack of drawing paper and a notebook from his bag.

The drawing papers are all about A4 size, and they are held in a small book clip. Each sheet of paper is stacked neatly, and the corners are not curled.

She handed it to Yan Tang.

Although Yan Tang didn't know what it meant, he still took it.

Professor Zeng said that she found that Ai Bao was a very imaginative child, whether it was in painting or writing poetry.

She asked Yan Tang to flip through the thick stack of paintings first.

Yan Tang put the sports backpack aside and looked through each one carefully.

This pile of paintings looks quite thick, but in fact it was finished in a few strokes.

Yan Tang doesn't know much about painting either. In Yan Tang's view, Ai Bao's paintings are not necessarily so detailed. Most of them are composed of color blocks with jumpy colors, but they just look surprisingly harmonious.

"Look, these are the flowers on the window sill in front of Aibao's desk," Professor Zeng pointed to the dancing rose red on the drawing paper.

Yan Tang raised his eyebrows, he remembered that the flowers on Ai Bao's window sill were a pot of quiet pink roses, which bloomed in clusters close to each other, unlike the red that was flying all over the sky in this painting.

Professor Zeng smiled, "Ai Bao said, Rose ran out of the flower pot."

"He said that Qiangwei would come out every night, looking for others to play with one by one. But he wanted to sleep, so he refused, and he never played with them." Professor Zeng said with a smile.

Now that she is old, she likes these little children.

When Yan Tang heard Professor Zeng's report, the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

That's exactly what Abbott said.

Every time he took a bath, he had to wipe the yellow duckling clean with a bath towel.Yan Tang blows his hair with a hair dryer, and he also lifts the little yellow duck and puts it under the hair dryer to blow dry.

Every time Ai Bao puts the little yellow duck on the small table in the bathroom and is led out by Yan Tang, he will say goodbye to it.

Then Professor Zeng asked Yan Tang to look at the notebook again.

This is Ai Bao's notebook that she borrowed with permission.

At first, she gave this notebook to Ai Bao, hoping that he could write some of his own feelings, experiences, and records in this notebook every day, so as to exercise his expressive ability.

But I didn't expect that in this notebook, I got a surprise.

Professor Zeng's expression was very solemn when he handed over the notebook, and Yan Tang also became serious.

As a result, he opened the book, and the first poem he saw was:

"Tomato Chips

Lee's Cookies

Rainbow Candy

And a big chicken wing

I can't eat so much next time

squatting in the toilet

Bear towel looks at me and smiles

feet hurt

Butt hurts too"

In the line "Li's biscuits", Yan Tang guessed that Aibao probably wanted to write "Oreo's biscuits", but he couldn't write the word "Ao", so he put two little flowers in front of and behind "Li".

He recalled that the reason why he ate so many snacks that day was because Aibao said he wanted to eat a little bit of potato chips, biscuits and candies, so he went to the supermarket to buy some for Aibao.

When he came back, he happened to pass by KFC again. He saw that there were a lot of children in it, and he thought the children would like it, so he went in and bought a pair of spicy chicken wings for Ai Bao on his own initiative.

Ai Bao was also happy to eat, his mouth was full of Oreo black chocolate biscuit crumbs, and there was oil of spicy chicken wings in his fat hand.

But I didn't expect that after eating, it would bring such distress to Aibao.

Yan Tang laughed.

He turned over a few more pages, all of which were poems composed of Aibao's many fragmented languages, perhaps not even poetry, but a world composed of children's words and phrases.

When looking at these things, Aibao seemed to appear in front of my eyes.

He may be looking forward to something, happy about something, happy about something, or worried about something, puzzled about something, or regretting something.

The smile on Yan Tang's mouth became obvious involuntarily.

Professor Zeng looked at Yan Tang and smiled, and also laughed.

"You see, Aibao's world is a rich and colorful one," said Professor Zeng, smiling. "He is full of imagination—this kind of wonderful ability is often a kind of talent of children."

"I don't want his talent to go to waste," she said.

Yan Tang closed the notebook, hummed, and agreed.

"What do I need to do?" Yan Tang asked.

Professor Zeng pondered for a while.

Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen and served them two cups of hot red date tea.

Yan Tang nodded his thanks.

"Actually, my first priority is to hope that Mr. Yan can read a few children's picture books with Aibao every month-similar to parent-child reading." Professor Zeng also smiled and thanked Aunt Zhang.

Yan Tang listened quietly.

Professor Zeng took a sip of jujube tea and continued, "Secondly, I want Mr. Yan to accompany Aibao to go outdoors every weekend, such as parks and amusement parks, so that Aibao can be more harmonious and naturally contact with others."

"However, I also know that Mr. Yan is busy with work, and these suggestions may not be realistic..." she said.

Yan Tang shook his head.

"No," Yan Tang said, looking at Professor Zeng.

"Staying with Abbott is also a kind of relaxation for me," he said.

Professor Zeng didn't expect him to agree so readily, she stared at Yan Tang with some surprise.

She smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes twisted, "That's a good relationship, I'll go back and sort out a children's storybook suitable for Ai Bao to read, and you can just read one after another."

"As for how to read parent-child reading, I suggest that Mr. Yan discuss it with Ai Bao to see which one he likes. Some children like to read before going to bed, and some like to read when they go out to play..." Professor Zeng added .

Yan Tang nodded, he wrote down Professor Zeng's words, and planned to discuss this matter with him when Ai Bao woke up.

After finishing talking, the result went smoothly beyond my expectations. Professor Zeng got up and left happily.

Both Yan Tang and Aunt Zhang politely asked her to stay and have dinner.

Professor Zeng waved his hand, saying that his wife was still waiting for her.

She waved to Yan Tang and Aunt Zhang, put on a backpack, and walked out of Yan Tang's house gracefully.

After Professor Zeng left, Yan Tang asked Aunt Zhang to eat first, and then go back to rest after get off work. He went up to see how Ai Bao was doing.

Aunt Zhang was a little worried about Ai Bao, she looked at Yan Tang worriedly, and said that if she stayed longer, maybe she would help her?

Yan Tang comforted her and said that there must be nothing wrong with Ai Bao, if there is a problem, he can solve it by himself, so that Aunt Zhang can relax.

When Aunt Zhang heard the words, she could only respond with a few ahems.

It's impossible to rest assured, Ai Bao's condition is indeed abnormal today, neither she nor A Zeng can see what's going on.

Aunt Zhang watched Yan Tang go upstairs, but there was nothing she could do.

She lives so close, in the neighborhood next door, if Yan Tang needs her help, I believe he knows to call her.

Thinking of this, Aunt Zhang felt a lot more relaxed.