law of courtship

As usual, Zhilan fell asleep first, and Song heard the sound behind him gradually disappearing, turned his head, and saw the little blue bird with his hands together under his cheeks, sleeping in a very obedient position.

He stepped out of bed softly, went to the balcony to light a cigarette, the smoke drifted away with the cool night wind, and the scarlet flame flickered on and off at his fingertips.

He only took two puffs before burning to the end.

These 10 minutes are enough for him to think a lot, illogically, aimlessly, and finally come to a conclusion—be patient.

Song lit another cigarette, picked up the phone, opened the shopping website, bought a batch of new alpha inhibitors, upgraded the long-acting version, and injected one that can last for a whole week.

There are still more than two months for the differentiation period of the little thing, and he can wait for the final result with up to ten injections.

The second cigarette burned to the end and burned Song's fingertips without taking a puff. He threw the cigarette butt away annoyed, his heart skipped a beat, and he always felt that it was a bad omen——

It indicates that he will wait for the result that he does not want to see.

So Song lit a third cigarette, and this time he took puffs one after another, until his lungs hurt and he felt dizzy, and the lingering smoke blinded his eyes.

Song frowned, pressed the cigarette butt hard on the railing, threw it on the ground and stepped on it twice.

What are you afraid of?

What about alpha?Are you still afraid that the little boy will not be able to fly?

Catch him even if it flies, it's just a little parrot.A dignified bird of prey, still afraid of this?

Eagles catch chickens, it's only right and proper.

Song spent the time of three cigarettes, fully building up his mind: Even if Zhilan breaks into alpha, he can still catch it.

Who made this little thing... so stupid.

Song went back to the room, washed again, to dissipate the smell of cigarettes, and got into the quilt.

Zhi Lan's cheeks were flushed from sleep, her mouth was opened stupidly, revealing a little pink tongue, Song let herself be seduced by him, moved her face closer, rubbed the tip of her high nose against his lips.

It still has the sweet fragrance of cherries, mixed with a hint of mint, and it is the toothpaste used by the little ones before going to bed.

The scent made Song feel a lot better. He stretched out his long arms and held Zhilan into his arms through the quilt. With the other hand, he turned off the wall lamp and closed his eyes in the dark.

The posture of embracing and sleeping is full of possessiveness.

Zhi Lan had a dream, dreaming that she had become a bird just hatched.The newborn parrot is ugly, with a big bald head and two short round wings, just like a small alien dinosaur.

Zhilan tried his best to raise his head, but his bald head was bigger than his body, and he couldn't lift it up at all, so he hummed "嘤嘤嘤", trying to call the attention of others.

At this time, a huge wing stretched out, hugged him and patted him gently.Zhi Lan looked down, he was in a bird's nest, under his belly were dense branches and some fallen down feathers, warm and soft under his body.

big birdIs it dad?

Zhi Lan wanted to call his father, but the sound was still "嘤嘤嘤". The big bird heard his call, supported his big head with the tip of its wings, and scratched his chin.

This time Zhilan saw the other party's appearance clearly, it was a majestic big bird with pure black back feathers, a haughty light flashed in the eyes, two long and narrow red ear feathers extended above the forehead, and the bird's beak was sharp , looks fierce.

The ferocious big bird stared at him for a moment, then suddenly lowered its head, gently rubbed his head with the tip of its beak, and then fed him the food in its mouth.

This is the first time Zhilan has experienced the feeding method of the ancestors of birds. He flapped his bare little wings excitedly, and took the initiative to bite the tip of the beak of a big bird. Then he found that this posture was like kissing.

Hey, who are you, no matter how you say hello, you just kiss your family.

After feeding Zhilan, the big bird hugged him with its wings, as if guarding its own chick, and spread its huge wings to provide warm shelter for the little bird.

Zhilan was hatched under the wings of the big bird, and his whole body was warm. After enjoying it for a while, he only felt hotter and hotter, so hot that he couldn't breathe, so he woke up.

The bird's nest is gone, the feathers are gone, he is not under the big bird's wings, but in Uncle Song's arms.

Song was still sleeping soundly, his brows that were often tightly furrowed were rarely relaxed, appearing harmless to humans and animals.

Zhilan reminisced about the feeling of mouth-to-mouth with Big Bird in the dream, stared at Song's lips for a while, and boldly leaned over, trying to give back to Uncle Song.

As soon as he had this thought, Song's eyes suddenly opened, and seeing Zhi Lan in front of him, he immediately let go of his guard, and said hoarsely, "What do you want to do?"

Zhilan's little calculations in his heart came to nothing, and his expression was obedient: "It's dawn, uncle."

Song Jingjing stared at him for a moment, his eyes gradually darkened, his gaze swept across Zhilan's face inch by inch, and he suddenly smiled.

Once he accepted the two different results, he went to look at the little piglet, like looking at the little piglet in his own pigpen, as long as he was fattened up, he would be ready to eat when he came out of the slaughterhouse.

Is this the happiness of the owner?Song has already begun to look forward to the scene of eating meat in the future.

"Get up and tidy up, I'll take you out today." Song lifted the quilt, turned and went to the public guard outside, leaving the main guard to Zhilan to wash.

When the two got into the car refreshed, the sky was completely clear, Song fastened the seat belt on the co-driver, Xiao Lan Mao, and drove the pickup truck out of the manor.

Zhi Lan looked out the car window the whole time, with a shabby look that had never seen the world.In the Huaxia Institute, he was a caged bird. After all, no one dared to take the national treasure out for a walk, and he couldn't afford to lose it.

His new owner didn't seem to have any scruples in this regard. Song held the steering wheel and drove across the suburban road at a leisurely pace, with "waiting? for? love" playing on the car's stereo.

Outside the window, there is a large area of ​​farmland passing by quickly, and the mature ears of wheat hang down their heads heavily, gathering into pieces, like bright golden silk and satin.

"Uncle, where are we going today?"

"This is my first time going out to play!"

"What fun is there outside? Can you teach me?"

The little parrot chattered against the wind, and its mouth was crooked.

Song raised the corners of his lips happily, and rubbed the back of his head with one hand.

"Go to the farm today and show you the ancestor animals."

Song maintains a long-term supply relationship with a farm, and regularly purchases various grains such as malt and sorghum from the other party as raw materials for the winery. After coming and going, he became friends with the farmer.

The farmer is a hard-working old cow, known as Uncle Tang, he is funny and honest, and in the past business dealings, he will always give Song special preferential treatment.

The pickup truck slowly drove off the main road and turned into a lush country lane, where the gate of the farm was faintly visible.

Zhi Lan couldn't sit still anymore, she grabbed the seat belt and twisted around, as if she could fly out as soon as she opened the door.

"Be polite when you see outsiders." Song stopped the car and turned off the engine, glanced at the overly high chassis, went around to the co-pilot and hugged Zhi Lan down.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Song felt that the little thing had grown a little taller, and he could clearly feel the increase in weight when he held it in his arms.

If we say that when we first met, Zhi Lan was as light as a kitten, but now he at least has a sense of solidity like a big golden retriever.

Song twitched the handsome young man in his arms with satisfaction, he was in a good mood, his hard work day after day was not in vain, and he would be able to go out to the slaughterhouse after raising him again.

After landing, Zhilan didn't dare to run around, obediently held Song by the hem of his clothes, and followed him inside.

As he walked, Zhi Lan also realized the change in his height. The tall alpha he could only look up to at first seemed much more harmonious now.Zhi Lan tiptoed secretly, and found that the top of her head could barely reach Uncle Song's chin.

Obviously, it could only reach his chest before, but if he grows a little taller, will he be able to easily kiss his cheek?Zhi Lan hid her shy little thoughts, and silently quickened her pace.

On the outskirts of the farm is a large wheat field, a fence encloses a courtyard, and several exquisite farmhouses are scattered. The ivy outside the wall and the green radish protruding from the window sill form an interesting contrast, and there are bunches of corn and red peppers drying by the window sills.

Uncle Tang came out to greet him, and laughed loudly from afar: "Xiao Song, here we come."

Song waved his hand in response: "I'm here so early, sorry for bothering you."

Zhilan turned her body from behind Song, revealing a small head that was blue and blue, and said timidly, "Hello, Uncle."

"Hey, there's a new customer today." Uncle Tang was quite curious about Zhilan's hair color, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Song was very satisfied with Zhilan's well-behaved performance, he lifted him out from behind, held him by the shoulders and pushed him forward.

"My kid, I'm afraid he'll get bored, so take him out to let him out."

Uncle Tang narrowed his eyes and looked at Song teasingly, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "Since when did your family have a child? If I remember correctly, aren't you an old bachelor?"

"Cough..." Song felt a little annoyed at being refuted, and said dryly, "The foster ones are in my house."

Uncle Tang leaned over slightly, straightened Zhi Lan's neckline that was blown by the wind, and gave him a sideways glance: "Such a beautiful little doll, no wonder you want to show it off."

"Cough...cough cough...what's the show?" Song felt that he was smoking too much and always wanted to cough, something was wrong.

Sensing Uncle Song's abnormality, Zhi Lan took up the conversation with insight: "Uncle, my name is Xiaolan, nice to meet you."

The blue-haired boy in front of him is handsome and graceful, giving people a sense of purity from the inside out. Uncle Tang liked it more and more, and lovingly touched the top of his hair: "Xiao Lan, how old are you this year?"

Zhi Lan shrank her neck shyly, and replied in a low voice: "19, Uncle, next spring, he will be 20 years old."

"Yo, it's almost 20." Uncle Tang was a little surprised, and looked at the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of him again from a different perspective. The experienced Uncle Tang's gaze was like a torch, and he quickly noticed a different atmosphere.

"Children grow up late, they just start to develop, and they grow up differently every day," Song said with a smug expression, holding Zhilan's shoulders, unconsciously carrying a hint of maintenance.

Uncle Tang was slightly stunned, and when he figured out what was going on, his expression gradually became more subtle, and he couldn't help laughing and cursing in his heart: "Old beast."

There seems to be a strong mutual gravitational force between these two people. From the perspective of others, it is almost possible to see the tangible magnetic resonance. The light pink spectrum connects the two ends, so even the air around them becomes radiant.

Even Uncle Tang, who has seen the world, couldn't help being amazed at this scene. He led the two of them into the courtyard, punched Chu Song's elbow, and teased in a low voice:

"It's good, I'm an adult, and I can be a wife to you, an old bachelor."

The author says:

Xiaolan: Uncle, what does the old animal mean?

Father Song: Cough...it is a very old animal

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