Grandpa is such a bird

The sky was still dark, and there was a dim dawn in the sky. The study room emitted a faint candlelight. Ling Jiang stared at the warm halo for a while, and then slowly landed on the window sill that seemed to be open for him.

Yin Chenglan was sitting under the lamp, he was carving a square piece of wood in his hand, when he heard the sound, he said without raising his head: "Go out and fly around the peak, I won't stop until I yell."

Ling Jiang's eyes widened: "What are you—"

Yin Chenglan blew the wood shavings that were planed from the wood: "Go, don't waste time."

Ling Jiang blinked, held back what he wanted to say, moved his paws, and really flew out.

The flying posture of the little yellow bird is very beautiful. It is different from the fierce birds and beasts like Haidongqing. It has a small, agile and smooth posture in the clouds. Rudimentary lumps of wood.

Lingjiang flew several laps before he gradually came to his senses. He wanted to get in and ask Yin Chenglan if he meant what he meant, but he just said that he was not allowed to land without an order, so he had to fly from dark to dawn while tangling and doubting. .

The candles in the study were extinguished in the dawn, and a wisp of white smoke gradually faded. Lingjiang's hungry belly was flattened, and his wings were sore from flying. Finally, he saw the man in the room raised his hand, signaling that he could stop. up.

Ling Jiang quickly let himself fall on the window sill, and tried to bounce it, but he was too hungry, so he didn't bounce it, and lay on his stomach panting like a dead dog.

Yin Chenglan's dark eyes were stained with a faint smile, and he put something in front of his small sharp mouth.

Ling Jiang raised his head and saw that it was a small round wooden bowl carefully carved.

It is very similar to the one used by humans, but it is much smaller, and it is carved out of a whole piece of pear wood. There is no gap between the walls of the bowl, the tentacles are smooth, and the whole body exudes a restrained and warm pear wood color.

Ling Jiang stared blankly at the only and only decorative pattern on the small wooden bowl - a bird with simple lines, but it can be seen that it is round, with a tuft of feathers on its top, and wings spread.

"Is this... me?" he asked softly.

Yin Chenglan took a sip of the tea that had been poured cold at some point: "Otherwise."

Ling Jiang looked indifferent, glanced at the silver and small wooden bowl on the bird's claw, and his eyes became complicated: "You promised to train me yourself?"

Yin Chenglan felt that he could see the warmth and coldness of human beings from the lump of yellow, and looked at him with great interest. When the little yellow bird went to see him, he turned his head to look out the window in advance, and said calmly: " It depends on your performance, this will be your trough from now on, you can only eat one trough per meal, not too much, too much will make you fat, which is not conducive to flying."

Ling Jiang hummed, stood up, put his own small wooden trough in his mouth, looked at the man with small round eyes, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what he wanted to say, and he didn't say it when he was done.

Yin Chenglan motioned for him to come over, and put a handful of rice in: "Eat, there is still something to do after eating."

Ling Jiang squatted next to his exclusive small wooden trough, earnestly pecking away his breakfast.

Let him do whatever he wants, he is so obedient.

Yin Chenglan raised his brows sharply, and wanted Lian Pressing to come over to see what it means to be cute and cute, but the chief executive of the province is always talking bad things about the bird behind his back.

He seized the time to let Lingjiang rest for a cup of tea, and took out a set of five-color flags commonly used by bird trainers in Yufeng Pavilion from a cabinet beside him.

Distinguishing the signal of the five-color flag is a skill that every letter bird in Yufeng Pavilion must learn since childhood. When Lingjiang saw the flag, he waved his wings and said, "No need."

Yin Chenglan said: "Xinniao commonly uses fifteen commands, but I want you to write down 65 commands."

Ling Jiang said: "You can issue orders directly without using the five-color flag."

He is naturally not an ordinary bird, and does not need to be the same as other letter birds.

Yin Chenglan understood what he meant, but any capable person...or a bird, would not wish to be treated like the same kind.

Yin Chenglan played with the five-color flag in his hand: "Now you can hear my voice, how can you guarantee that you can do it at the height of three thousand blades?"

Ling Jiang lowered his head, poking the small wooden trough with his small wings, his little furry face looked indifferent, he didn't know what he was thinking, his thin eyelids covered half of his small black round eyes, and after a while he finally looked like Casually said: "Your Ah Qing doesn't need it."

As he spoke, he awkwardly rubbed the small wooden trough with his bird's claws.

Unexpectedly, he would mention this, Yin Chenglan's eyes bent down: "I raised it with my own hands, and it knows me very well. As soon as I raise my hand, it knows what I mean, so naturally there is no need to use the five-color flag. "

Ling Jiang curled his mouth, flapped his little wings, lowered his head not to look at him, and said coldly: "Oh, really, that's why I didn't give you a chance to raise me."

Yin Chenglan said: "If you think so, I can't help it."

Ling Jiang raised his head, with a cold light in his eyes: "I'm in the Yufeng Pavilion, you didn't find me, and you missed the opportunity to raise me."

He lowered his eyes, then raised them to stare at Yin Chenglan: "You didn't raise me, so it's quite reasonable now."

Yin Chenglan paused and didn't know what to say. For the first time, he felt that he finally had a generation gap with this bird, and he probably felt a little bit depressed by the chief executive.

He wondered how he got into the topic of raising or not raising this little yellow fur. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it seemed that Ah Qing was mentioned, and the topic turned inexplicably.

Yin Chenglan didn't speak, and took the teacup with only the tea root left on the table, and held it in his hand. He didn't want to drink it, but just wanted to use this action to delay for a moment, so that he could think about how to continue this weird conversation.

Seeing his silence, Lingjiang felt an unknown sulking in his heart, made himself puffed up, and stared at the man coldly.

But after watching it for a while, the anger disappeared again. Yin Chenglan's calm and handsome face made him unable to get angry at all. Lingjiang knew that he was a bit unreasonable to rely on himself as a unique bird, but when he thought of the huge heroic bird The eagle god was unhappy.

If he had known that there was such a thing as nurturing, he should have gone to find Yin Chenglan as soon as he broke his shell.

"When Aqing was still a young bird, I also used the five-color flag to give orders, but it was smarter, and I didn't need it in a few years. You are also, maybe you will stop using it earlier than it. There are many The matter was developed after a lot of tempering at the beginning, I understand what you mean, but there is no rush." ​​Yin Chenglan put down the teacup and said.

Ling Jiang's eyes wandered past his neckline rolled with dark embroidered thread. The exposed neck line was smooth, with a mature and elegant introversion. He thought to himself, if Yin Chenglan understood what he meant, he would definitely kill him No.

He took a flag book from Yin Chenglan, which contained a picture of the five-color flag marked with the logo. A small man waved the flag and gestured, and a bird soared in the sky.

Ling Jiang noticed the note with elegant font next to it, and Yin Chenglan said: "The flag book I used when I was young. You can read, so you should be able to understand it."

Ling Jiang nodded, and Yin Chenglan pointed to the booklet with his chin: "If you can't take it away, just read it here. I'll give you two days to memorize it."

"..."

Lingjiang suddenly remembered that he was on the eaves of a private school, and he heard the scene of the master with a goatee forcing the children to recite the book. He looked at Yin Chenglan silently, and found that no matter how good-looking his face was when he "recited the full text", it was not very good-looking stand up.

At Yinshi the next day, before dawn, Lingjiang flew up to Tinghai Tower with his small wooden trough in his mouth, and Yin Chenglan was already waiting just like yesterday.

Yin Chenglan put the book in his hand and turned a page: "Go out and fly."

Ling Jiang found a place in the corner of the window sill, put his rice bowl away, spread his wings and flew out, and started his daily morning exercises.

While yawning, he shuttled through the clouds and mist, looking at the letter birds in the four houses on the mountainside of Wanhaifeng that were just starting to fly in the morning, and missed his nest that was very comfortable for sleeping late.

I don't know what to think of, and my eyes light up.

An hour later, Yin Chenglan waved his hand to signal him to stop, and Ling Jiang fell on the window sill, moving his sore little wings, and carefully looked at Yin Chenglan's window sill.

On the corners of the eaves in front of the [-] carved red sandalwood windows, there are several exquisitely shaped small animals. Under the eaves, there is a piece of shade propped up.

Yin Chenglan filled his small wooden trough with a few grains of clear rice: "How many books have you memorized?"

Ling Jiang, who was pecking at the rice, raised his head, with a stomach ache on his face: "Half."

Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows, knocked him away with his fingers, threw all the rice grains in his hand, clapped his hands, and said in disbelief: "Oh, really."

Ling Jiang finished pecking at the rice grains, and still maintained the appearance of eating—his head pressed down, his buttocks pouted, and he stared straight at Yin Chenglan's slender index finger, wanting to peck and taste it.He doesn't eat meat, but he always wants to peck him once.

"It hasn't arrived in two days." Ling Jiang said.

Yin Chenglan laughed, not very sincerely, and said, "All right, I'll wait for you."

Ling Jiang hummed, and seeing that he had no other orders, he picked up his small wooden trough and went back to the bird's nest.

Before returning to the nest, he landed on the edge of the pool. This time, instead of combing his feathers, he rinsed himself in the water with the small wooden trough in his mouth, as if he liked cleaning very much, and then got into the bird's nest.

His bird's nest was as messy as a cat scratching, and just like that, he cleaned up a hole from the inside and put the small wooden trough in it upright.

Under the straw in the bird's nest was the flag book, and Ling Jiang pulled the book out with grief, dragged it out, and took the shape of a human, and went into the woods with the book to recite the book.

At the end of summer, the forest is lush and green, the afternoon sun casts colorful light and shadows on the leaves, and the mountain breeze passes through the forest slowly.

Ling Jiang sat on a thick branch of a big tree, with his legs stretched out, leaning against the tree trunk, the flag book on his legs was blown by the breeze, turning the pages of the book, with one hand behind his head, and the other hand stroking the flag book handwriting, sighed faintly, looked up from the book.

He suddenly discovered that Yin Chenglan's handwriting was quite beautiful, and it would be even more beautiful if he didn't have to memorize it.The sun is also beautiful, shining in the woods, shadowy.The wind is beautiful, the wind is cool and dry, the grass is beautiful, the wildflowers are beautiful, his fingers are beautiful, and his hair is even more beautiful... In short, everything is beautiful except for the flag book.

"Endorsing books is really not something a bird does." Lingjiang thought in his heart, stuffed the banner book into his arms, and used lightness kung fu to shuttle through the forest, and soon disappeared.