818 The actor who was raised by my milk

This Qixi Festival seems to have drained the love cells of the young couple.

On the next Saturday, the young people all felt that no love is as beautiful as a soft bed.

That's right, every morning when he can't wake up, Chi Ming will also feel that since he already has a luxurious two-meter wide double bed, why should he care whether he is single or not.

Just after dawn, the energetic old dance team performed Yangko in the square downstairs.

Normally, Chi Ming is almost immune to this kind of noise with a steady rhythm, but today he always feels that he can't sleep well, as if there is something urgent that urges him to get up early.

What's the matter?

script?finish watching.

Filming?It's not time.

notice?Not yet.

Advertising endorsement?nonexistent.

OK, continue to sleep.

Sleepiness seems to be hanging at a height of [-] meters, walking a thin steel wire.

The bright yellow bird's beak pecked lightly, and the steel wire broke like this.

Chi Ming opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a very eye-catching box on the desk next to the bed from a close distance.

Length 1m, width 60, height 80.

It's huge in this snail shell.

The bottom of the box is covered with thick and soft imported wood chips, like a luxurious bed.

The heat lamp casts warm yellow light, and where the light gathers, there is a shiny bald parrot squatting.

It proudly shook the lanugo hair on the top of its head, with such a high spirit that it might have mistakenly thought that it was a star standing under the spotlight.

Chi Ming is not fully awake yet, and the words of the owner of the bird shop have been automatically played back in his mind: try to buy a larger incubator, which is good for the physical and mental health of the parrot.

At that time, he may have been a fool, so he really bought the largest box. This size is enough to house three turkeys, let alone a small parrot.

Buy a bird for 99, and a box for [-].

Soy sauce is more expensive than chicken.

The morning light bypassed the curtains and traced a thin golden line beside the bed.

Chi Ming, shirtless, sat on the bed and looked at his new pet.

After a long time, the bald white chicken turned its neck so short that it hardly existed, and turned its head away from Chi Ming.

Oh, quite temperamental.

Chi Ming jumped out of bed indifferently, washed his face casually, and came back with a toothbrush in his mouth. Through the reflective glass, he condescended to examine the white chicken that he forcibly bought back.

From the head to the toe, I still can't produce the feeling called love.

He has no special interest in small animals.

What's more, this white chicken bit him as soon as we met. Although the owner of the bird shop repeatedly assured that his parrots were legally imported and absolutely safe, Chi Ming still went to the emergency room and got tetanus and rabies vaccines.

To be honest, Chi Ming regretted it at the time, and didn't really want to take the grumpy chicken home, but the boss was so enthusiastic about his service that he actually worked overtime until two o'clock in the morning, and brought him the parrot himself.

Not only filled his living room with pet supplies, but also included a very professional-looking parrot breeding book, in Chinese and English, in a large format, as thick as two dictionaries, and it would be too crowded to put on the bookshelf.

However, there are too many words, too lazy to read.

Chi Ming casually searched for bird raising strategies, and thought he got all the knowledge points in less than 5 minutes, thinking a little swollen: It's quite easy.

To put it simply, it is four words: breastfeeding and shoveling.

The owner of the bird shop has prepared a feeding tool for him, a syringe with a length of about 15cm and a diameter of about 4cm, transparent with scales.

Unlike ordinary syringes, the front end of this syringe is not a needle, but a thin tube.

The strategy says, mix the milk powder with warm water, put it into a syringe, put the hose into the chick's mouth, and feed it to drink.

Chi Ming cleaned the syringe, found a small bowl he usually used for eating, flipped through it, and found that there was still an unopened can of pet milk powder in the storage box. Last Spring Festival, there was a small fresh meat bag from the same company. Even the cat is here with him, and the milk powder he brought has not been finished yet, so he left such a can.

There are two months left in the shelf life.

In order not to waste, just eat it first.

The guide did not mention the exact ratio of milk powder and water, but watching the video, the milk powder that has been prepared is thick and fluid. Chi Ming adjusted it based on his impressions for a long time, and found that parrots are actually more edible than cats. To make that thick and liquid It feels like you need to pour a lot of milk powder.

After it was adjusted, it was drawn into the syringe, and Chi Ming remembered to taste the temperature first, so he squeezed a little on his fingertips and licked it into his mouth.

There is a smell of goat milk, but it is very fragrant and the temperature is right.

Holding the syringe upside down, he opened the glass door of the incubator.

"Hungry, bald? Come, come and eat."

Chi Ming shook the syringe towards the chick, thinking that it could walk over to eat by itself like a milk cat.

But instead of not coming, the chick turned its head to one side in a proud manner once again.

Chi Ming also felt that he was thinking too much, after all, this little bald man's legs are so short, it's too unrealistic for him to walk over.

Let's grab it.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the little bald hair turned around and hid.

I tried a few more times, but I was hidden...

Come on, be a nimble baldy.

"Aren't you hungry, baldy?"

It shouldn't be. I haven't eaten since I bought it. I should be hungry by now. Is it because I'm sick?

Last night, other birds in the store were scrambling to beg for food, but it just squatted.

May be really sick.

Chi Ming was a little anxious, this time he struck quickly and ruthlessly, and finally caught Bald Mao.

I just feel that the lump of creature in my palm feels strange to the touch, soft and warm, and very elastic.

The little bald hair began to struggle, with astonishing strength, he broke free from Chi Ming's grasp, and jumped out from between his fingers. If he hadn't reacted quickly, the little bald hair would probably have been smashed into a meatloaf on the first day.

All right, he's so lively, he shouldn't be sick.

If you don't have enough experience, use the strategy to make up for it.

Q: How to deal with a struggling parrot?

A: Wrap it in a soft cloth or towel, being careful not to be too tight.

This time, Chi Ming successfully wrapped the little bald hair into rice dumplings.

But when he put the hose to the mouth of the little bald hair, it didn't cooperate very much. He turned his head and couldn't avoid it, so he used the bird's beak like a small pliers to bite the hose tightly. Chiming tried a few times, but he couldn't Failed to squeeze milk powder into its mouth.

After scrambling, the milk powder that was finally mixed was spilled all over the floor.

Chi Ming: "..."

"Hey, hello? Boss of the bird shop? I bought a parrot from you yesterday. Yes, Xuanfeng, I'm very sorry, but I really don't know how to raise it. Can I return it?"

"Young man, since you have raised him, you have to be responsible to the end, understand?"

Of course Chi Ming understood that any businessman would not obediently return a product, so he made a condition that the other party could not refuse, "Just return the product but not the money, 99 yuan will be considered as the tuition fee, okay, I will wait later I will send it back to you."

The boss's voice was raised several times in an instant, "The goods will not be returned or exchanged! Young people! Don't throw them away! Beep——"

Chi Ming: "???"

Fine.

"Hey, Shen Danqing, please come here and take responsibility for me."

Chi Ming has no guilt about using his agent to raise his pets. After all, it was Shen Danqing who helped him choose this unlucky bald chicken.

Half an hour later, Shen Danqing came to the door, but he didn't come to help.

He reported the time, "I'll give you 10 minutes, and a driver will come to pick you up later."

"??"

"Shave well and tidy up carefully. This time, I'm required to dress up formally."

"???"

Seeing Shen Danqing's posture, Chi Ming almost thought that he had won some film and television award, but in the end he was rushing to the coastal city to participate in a sympathy performance.

There have been many such activities in the company, but most of the participants are artists with singing and dancing backgrounds. Chi Ming can do nothing but act, and at most relies on his appearance to fill the scene, and Shen Danqing thinks that his intestines are too straight and he has no eyesight. I can't shoot good and fragrant flattery, so I don't bother to ask him to attend.

But this time the situation is a bit special.

The brokerage company Chi Ming belongs to is called Jishang Media. As a brokerage company, it is not very famous, but everyone in the circle knows that Jishang Media is just a subsidiary company, which belongs to Sifang Entertainment - Asia Top [-], a comprehensive entertainment company. multinational corporations.

The chairman of the company, Zhou Xinyi, as a frequent visitor on the rich list, has long since reached the point of making money without counting and spending money. At the age of 60, he has already left the company to his son and traveled around the world with his wife.

Now that his wife has passed away, he is bored alone, so he lives in a nursing center for the elderly.

Xinfeng Sanatorium is located in the suburbs of the first-tier coastal cities in China. The environment and facilities are at the top level in the country. It is said that nothing major can happen, but just last night, this well-known sanatorium caught fire.

The fire did not cause any casualties, but it did startle this group of grandparents who are worth over [-] million yuan. Zhou Xinyi is sitting on a media empire, so he naturally wants to give some benefits to his old patients. Randomly ordered dozens of celebrities to go over to express their condolences.

The old man spoke, and those who were called by name were not allowed to be absent.

But after all, he has included a lot of first-line stars, not to mention those who are filming, and there are a few who are not in China at all, but fortunately, the old man himself does not chase stars, he just wants dozens of stars to go Just to fill the scene, the company will be done if the number of people is enough, it doesn't matter if the name matches the person.

Chi Ming: "So I'm an imposter today?"

Shen Danqing crossed his fingers, looked at the parrot in the incubator with a smile, and replied casually: "No, you are attending in your true colors, and a rich woman asked you by name."

Shen Danqing didn't talk nonsense this time, Chi Ming was indeed named.

As soon as he arrived at the nursing home, he was arranged to go to the villa area in Nanshan alone.

The other party is a woman with a net worth of more than [-] million. Of course she is considered a rich woman, but she is over [-] years old. The so-called roll call wants you to chat with him one-on-one, chasing after her like her teenage great-granddaughter star.

Shen Danqing often said that Chiming will become popular sooner or later, after all, there are quite a large number of middle-aged and elderly audiences.

The size is not necessarily the same, but the middle-aged and elderly audiences are real. If you eat a skewer on the side of the road, there are aunts who come to ask for autographs...

Xinfeng Sanatorium is indeed as high-end as the legends say, it is not built on the side of a mountain, but encloses a mountain into the courtyard.

The villa area is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with first-class scenery, but the place is too large and deserted, and most of the elderly in intensive care live here.

The driver was sent by the company and was not familiar with the terrain. He didn't turn when it was time to turn, and accidentally got lost.

The car drove deeper and deeper along the mountain road, and gradually there was a pungent smell in the air.

In the distance lay a row of charred villas, the walls and roofs were all burned away, and only the pillars were supported by steel bars, like a row of overcooked fish bones.

Such a serious fire broke out in the middle of the night, and there were no casualties, and there may be no one living there.

Driver: "Brother Xiaoming, wait a moment. I'll go down and ask for directions. The broken navigation has no signal."

Several firefighters were inspecting the outside of the villa. The driver walked over and offered a few cigarettes habitually, but was rejected by the firefighters justly, and a fire safety education was also attached.

Chi Ming smiled unkindly for a while, but decided to go down to smooth things over and rescue the driver by the way.

But just as he was about to open the door, he saw someone pushing a wheelchair past the car.

The person pushing the cart already had white hair on his head, but the man in the wheelchair was very young.

For some reason, this young man attracted Chi Ming's idea in an instant.

He is tall, even if he is sitting, he can be seen to be at least [-], but he is too thin, and the protruding collarbone on the right can be seen through the collar on the left.

The thin shoulders are supported by the straight spine, like a prayer flag, no matter how small the wind can blow it.

The midday sun shines unobstructed on the ground, and the strong contrast between light and shadow makes him look thinner and paler, with only a layer of bloodless transparency remaining on his skin.His whole body is like an ice sculpture, lingering from winter to summer, but being violently burned by the sun, he may turn into a wisp of green smoke or a cloud of mist at any time.

The sun was dazzling, and Chi Ming didn't have time to take a closer look at the other person's face. The wheelchair had already passed by the car, and he was walking farther and farther towards the burnt ruins, leaving only a back view.

Chi Ming hesitated for a moment, touched the steering wheel with his left hand, and suddenly honked the horn hard.

The driver thought that Chi Ming was urging him, so he waved from a distance: "Here we come!"

Almost at the same time, the man in the wheelchair glanced back.

Time seemed to be climbing up the scale one by one. Chi Ming stared at the direction of the wheelchair almost holding his breath, but the other party only showed him a side profile passing by in a hurry, and the face was cut into too bright and too dark by the sun. , lacking a coherent grayscale.

Forget it, it is not necessary to watch.

The driver trotted back into the car. After a few minutes, his head was sweating and his neck was red from the sun. "Okay, okay, I finally know the way, let's go!"

"and many more."

Even if the sun shines again, Chi Ming doesn't have the habit of shade, but he was born in the south and always has an umbrella when he goes out.

He handed the umbrella to the driver and pointed out the window, "Do me a favor and send it to the person in the wheelchair."

This is done with good intentions on the one hand, and selfishness on the other.

Chi Ming felt that if the other party took away the umbrella, he should turn around and give him a smile.

But the man just sat quietly and said something to the driver in an inaudible voice.

When the driver came back, he handed Chi Ming a light-colored paper bag.

Open it, inside is a neatly folded handkerchief, blue, made of silk.

"He took the umbrella and said thank you. This is a gift in return."

The author has something to say: overhead, overhead, overhead!

It's all bullshit!

And parrots cannot eat cat milk powder!It's foolishness and strength! ! !

The next article in the series "President hugs his thigh every day"

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The winner in life is Zhan Wuxin: CEO of Fortune [-], Forbes local tycoon, handsome and rich, with enough savings to spend until the end of the world.

But after his 24th birthday, accidents happened to him continuously, and he was chased and killed by Hades every day.

In order to spend all the money alive, the president signed a life-saving contract with the visiting god of death in the west, allowing the god of death to live in his home and protect him 24 hours a day.

On the first day, Death asked, "What shall I eat? Where shall I sleep?"

Zhan Wuxin brought out steamed buns and pickles, pointed at the one-meter-wide single bed and said, "Here! Hold me to sleep! Prevent Hades from sneaking in at midnight!"

The next day, God of Death bought an antique huanghuali double bed inlaid with gold rims, jewels, emeralds and seven treasures, and handed the bill to Zhan Wuxin, "Please pay 6700000 dollars."

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