he can fly

83.

Courage is your decision to get a haircut.

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poverty?

Yan Tang thought about it for a while.

When he was studying, his family was really not rich. He and Yan Dong lived in the same tube building, and their three meals a day were simple, even shabby.Just a plate of fried vegetables, a plate of strange fried meat, and the leftovers from last night.

But if you want to say that you are poor, you can't say it.

At that time, although Yan Tang was living in poverty, other students picked up a cup of milk tea after school, which was his pocket money for a few days, but it was not enough to apply for a poverty bursary.

It can only be said that I can barely get by.

"If you are poor," Yan Tang thought for a while, "it might be when I was in college."

He looked at Ai Bao with a calm tone, with a little unconscious nostalgia in it.

Ai Bao opened his eyes wide and watched Yan Tang quietly.

Yan Tang took Ai Bao's hand, and they walked slowly to the end of the wooden path.

At the end of the wooden path are several stairs, pedestrians can walk down to the beach.

Ai Bao took Yan Tang to sit on the steps. He said that his feet were tired and he wanted to sit down.

Yan Tang let him sit down next to Ai Bao, and by the way, he held one of his calves in his arms and gave him a pinch.

Ai Bao rested his small head on Yan Tang's shoulder, and asked him, "Then why was Yan Yan so poor at that time?"

Yan Tang lowered his eyes and didn't answer for a while.

During that time, Yan Tang and Yan Dong had a complete falling out.

Yan Dong threatened him that he would not give him tuition and living expenses, and that he would not come back if he could.

Yan Tang was also stubborn at first, if Yan Dong didn't give it, he really didn't want a penny.

Yan Tang packed up his clothes and trousers, left the dilapidated and old building, and never came back.

Ai Bao rubbed Yan Tang's side face with his curly hair, Yan Tang came back to his senses.

"Baby, do you still remember our Spring Festival. Is there an old man who came to our house?" Yan Tang asked while massaging Ai Bao's calf.

Ai Bao tilted his head and thought for a moment.

It seems to be the one that made Yan Yan angry?

Ai Bao nodded, "Ai Bao remembers it!"

Yan Tang continued, "He is my father. I didn't have a good relationship with him because of some things. When I finished the college entrance examination, he secretly changed my voluntary report—that is, my university choice and Filling out the report professionally, he and I just fell out."

"After falling out, I didn't have a reliable source of income at the time, so I lived very poorly." Yan Tang said.

His expression was indifferent, and he could no longer see any joy or anger.

Ai Bao doesn't know much about voluntary reporting. He is a baby pig who has finished his junior high school in a daze and has no further studies.

However, Ai Bao vaguely felt that this voluntary report must be something very important.

As important as sesame candy.

And this important thing was stolen by others.

Ai Bao hugged Yan Tang, and rubbed Yan Tang's neck affectionately with his cake face.

"Yan Yan, don't be sad." He comforted Yan Tang with a snort.

Yan Tang put Ai Bao's calf down.

He rubbed the little curly hair of the baby pig that was comforting him, and laughed involuntarily.

"It's nothing to be sad about, baby," he said, hugging Aibao as well, and lowering his head to bury his chin in Aibao's soft curly hair.

Yan Tang lowered his eyes, he looked at the soft Ai Bao in his arms, thinking of the past, his cold heart suddenly softened again.

"However, at that time, even though I was very poor, I didn't think it was too difficult." Yan Tang let go of Ai Bao and said with a light smile.

Ai Bao sat in Yan Tang's arms and held his hand.

He looked up at Yan Tang and asked, why is that?

Yan Tang recalled it again.

It was probably because I was suffocating a lot of energy in my heart.

"Because I'm too busy. I was busy doing part-time jobs to make money in my freshman year, busy studying to get good grades and changing majors in my sophomore year, and also busy learning things I'm interested in." Yan Tang said, "When I was a sophomore , I was still too busy, busy catching up with students of the same major, busy receiving extra money to support myself. I didn’t have any extra time at that time, to let me taste the pain and discomfort of being poor.”

"Is it happy to be busy?" Ai Bao asked.

Yan Tang nodded, "At that time, I was very happy to be busy. Although sometimes I was so busy that I was in a hurry and panicked, but every day, I lived a fulfilling life. Every day, I felt that I was moving step by step. realize your dreams.”

Abbot snorted.

He held Yan Tang's hand, thought for a while, and digested Yan Tang's words for a while.

The sea breeze at night was a bit strong, blowing loudly, making Ai Bao feel a little chilly.

He squeezed into Yan Tang's arms, and then asked, "What is Yan Yan's dream?"

Yan Tang was stunned for a while.

He didn't expect that Aibao would ask him this question.

"My dream..." He hugged Ai Bao and combed his little curly hair that was a little messed up by the sea breeze. "Before, when I was in high school, I wanted to make a game of my own design. University Yes, I switched from a financial major to an electronic information major, and I also want to make a game of my own."

Yan Tang pointed to his head, "This game has been formed in my head for many years. Maybe before, my dream was to make it and bring it to this world."

Ai Bao took off Yan Tang's hand pointing to his head, and carried him into his arms.

"Did Yan Yan make it?" Ai Bao blinked and asked.

Yan Tang was silent for a while.

Have you made it?

In the past, Yan Tang, who had been poor for a long time, still didn't make it.

In his junior year, he set up a game studio, but not to make the game that had survived in his mind for a long time, but to accept outsourcing and develop small games to make money.

At that time, what he thought was to understand the game market first, and then make it out.

Later, this small game studio developed step by step and turned into a big company.

He still hasn't made it.

At this time, what he thought was that the company was not stable yet, so there was no need to spend a lot of effort for an idea of ​​his own, it was better to work step by step.

Now, his big company has become a listed group, and he still hasn't made it out.

Because Yan Tang has not thought of it for a long time.

He works down-to-earth and hasn't played games for a long time.

The game that used to be vivid in Yan Tang's mind, which made his blood boil every time he thought of it when he was young, has not appeared for a long, long time.

Yan Tang works conscientiously every day, eating, exercising, and clubbing. It has not been in Yan Tang's mind for a long time.

"No, baby." Yan Tang said.

"I thought, I might have lost it," he said.

For the first time, Yan Tang found with some sadness that he, probably lost contact with this old friend who had been active in his mind for a long time.

When Yantang was the poorest and most difficult, he did not lose it, and he and his old friend supported each other to move forward.

But when he got through this difficulty and the road ahead was bright and flat, he lost his old friend.

Ai Bao looked at Yan Tang quietly.

He hugged Yan Tang's right hand, it was cold, and Ai Bao rubbed it for a long time before it warmed up.

"That's really bad," Abbott said.

Yan Tang lowered his head, looking at Ai Bao,

"But it doesn't matter," Ai Bao held Yan Tang's hand, "it will come back to visit Yan Yan again."

"Everyone's dream is well preserved by the universe. When we realize it, it will return from the universe to our hearts." He said.

Yan Tang was a little silent.

He didn't say a word, just pinned a strand of curly hair behind Ai Bao's ear.

Ai Bao's eyes were bright, he looked at Yan Tang, and Yan Tang stared at him.

The sea roared and the tide rolled, it slept for a long time, and finally woke up.

A silent man.Dahai looked at Yantang and said.

It turned over again and looked at Aibao.

Your numerology is intertwined with him, Abbot.said the sea.

Yeah.Abbott replied.

The sea asked, what are you worrying about?Maybe, I can help you think of a way.

Ai Bao held Yan Tang's hand, and said to Da Hai that he was troubled by the dream.

Yan Yan's dream is gone.He said.

gone?The sea is roaring and rolling, oh, for human beings, this is a common thing.It is always their dream to travel.

Their dreams are always lost.it says.

But don't worry, Abbott.Everyone's dream will return to the place where it was born, Dahai said, even a wandering dream will return home in the end.

Ai Bao said, I know, but why doesn't Yan Yan talk to Ai Bao?

He stared into Yan Tang's eyes, and in Yan Tang's eyes, he saw some unclear roads.

They grow in weeds and hide among the dead leaves.

Yan Tang held Ai Bao's warm and fat hands back, but he still didn't know what to say.

He and Ai Bao were like this, sitting silently and quietly.

The sea churned, twisting itself into a deep whirlpool.

Then I think, if you keep silent, it must be because you have to satisfy the demands of too many people.said the sea.

It says, I have been sleeping, in silence, that is because every day there are too many streams and streams and rain, they pour into my body, they bring too much melancholy, pain and a lot of passing s things.

Every day, there are thousands of voices, telling me, I need, I want, I hope... The sea chanted and said helplessly, so I was always silent.

Aibao comforted it, that's really too bad, I can hug you.

The sea is a little shy, it rolls up layers of waves to cover its embarrassed face, oops, my waist is too thick, you can't hug me.

But if you want, you can hug the human being across from you.

If you give him a hug, he will definitely feel happy.it says.

So Ai Bao let go of Yan Tang's hand.

He opened his arms and hugged Yan Tang's waist tightly.

"Yan Yan, don't be sad." Ai Bao hugged Yan Tang, like a fat cloud hugging a tall tree.

Yan Tang knew nothing about the conversation between Ai Bao and Da Hai.

He was a little taken aback by Aibao's sudden movement.

He was stuck for about four or five seconds before he could react.

Yan Tang stared at Ai Bao who was warm in his arms, and Ai Bao's curly hair was messed up again by the sea wind.

But Yan Tang was comforted by Ai Bao's hug, as Dahai said.

Yan Tang leaned over and gently hugged Ai Bao's shoulder.

"Thank you, baby." Yan Tang said.

For Yan Tang, Ai Bao is warm and soft in his arms, he is the softest cloud and the bluest sea in the world.