Grandpa is such a bird

, casually said: "Why don't you talk?"

His voice was deep and smooth, and Ling Jiang suddenly felt that the wine was really on the top, and was slightly annoyed at his indifference in his heart. After making up his mind, he would ignore him, but he was caught by Yin Chenglan's voice and he looked up. The side face of a person is attracted by the fingers flipping through the books, and I really want to go over and peck a few times to taste the taste and temperature.

Seeing that the eloquent bird remained silent for a while, Yin Chenglan clasped the book on his lap, clasped his hands, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Ling Jiang pursed his lips tightly. When he didn't want to talk, he didn't let others listen.

Yin Chenglan turned his head and looked at the sky: "You came late today, come back at Yinshi tomorrow, before dawn."

Ling Jiang looked at him puzzled.

Yin Chenglan also stopped talking, and continued to read with his head down, apparently seeing off a guest. Ling Jiang lingered on his hair for a moment, then raised his wings and flew away.

For the next half a day, I was thinking about what Yin Chenglan's last sentence meant.

As the night was getting darker, Ling Jiang lay in the bird's nest silently looking at the bright moon above his head, kicked the straws for building the nest all over the place, buried his little head under the wings, and thought to himself: "What the hell do you mean?" , you let me go, I will go, I just won't go."

Then, at three o'clock when the rooster crowed, and as soon as Yinshi arrived, Lingjiang went to the pool in the dark to wash his paws, combed his feathers, and scratched his fur. The mansion is Tinghai Tower.