Grandpa is such a bird

The little pointed mouth dipped in water and finally combed his feathers neatly. Lingjiang stood on the window sill, facing the green and misty Wanren Valley outside, stretched his short and narrow wings, and said familiarly: "I'm going to fly in the morning. .”

After finishing speaking, he tiptoed his paws, flew out, and began to circle Wan Haifeng in the clouds.

Yin Chenglan leaned closer to the window and looked at the eaves from a slanted angle. There was a unique mud nest under his century-old mahogany eaves, like a bowl stuck to the wall. .

The 'bowl mouth' is not big, and it seems to be able to hold a lot of 'rice'. The most eye-catching thing is the 'bowl' wall, which was originally made of mud and grass leaves. There are small orange chrysanthemums, and they open their petals hot and unrestrained, as if there is a nest here for fear that others will not see it.

There are pinches of hairs similar to the flowers in the middle of the petals, which look bright and warm and soft.

If there had to be a bird to settle in his study, Yin Chenglan sincerely hoped it would not be such a coquettish little thing from inside to outside.

"Master Nineteen." A voice came from outside the door, and after getting permission, he followed the song and walked in with his hips twisted and his waist hanging.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him and then silently looked away. He must have been tainted by the little yellow hair, and everyone felt infected.

Lian Pressing the song leaned against the table, lowered his head and straightened the messy clothes.

Yin Chenglan saw that his cuffs were torn and the fabric was in strips, and asked, "Are you going to rob your house?"

Lian Song said depressedly: "When I just came up, I was scratched by the big orange raised by Lao Meng in the kitchen. The cat was scratched into scars by someone, and now it is lying in ambush on the road. Pissed off."

Yin Chenglan subconsciously glanced at the clusters of orange feathers hidden in the flowers on the bird's nest under the window eaves: "..."

A moment of silence.

When Ling Jiang finished his morning exercises and landed on the window sill, Lian Pressing had already told the matter and left first. He walked quickly, afraid of seeing the little yellow hair and making trouble again.

Ling Jiangfei went to the nest and took out his small wooden trough, and stood on the window sill, looking at Yin Chenglan with wet black eyes, waiting to eat.

If you don't look at the cat fur on his bird's nest, and don't listen to his sharp teeth and sharp mouth, just relying on this small appearance with a rice bowl and eyes, it's really a bit of capital to hide birds in a golden house.

Ling Jiang placed the small wooden trough by his paws and said solemnly, "I'm here to beg."

Yin Chenglan thought to himself, "It would be great if I couldn't speak."

While Ling Jiang was eating, Yin Chenglan took out a brand new flag book from the bookcase, spread it out on the table, picked up a square ink stick, rolled up the wide sleeve of the other, and studied it slowly. ink.

He has a correct posture for studying ink, and his gestures are elegant and dignified. Lingjiang squinted at him and served the meal with his handsome and extraordinary posture, while pecking more and more slowly, as if he wanted to get rid of the few dry rice grains. Only when the top grade produces delicacies from mountains and seas can we stop.

Yin Chenglan rubbed the ink without looking sideways, and suddenly said: "Procrastination is not a good idea, because I have time, so I can wait forever."

Lingjiang's plan was shattered, so he reluctantly finished the feed, pecked the small wooden trough clean and put it back in the bird's nest, then dragged his little wings to stand in front of him.

The brand-new chess record was pushed to Lingjiang's claws, just enough to smell the fragrance of paper and ink.

"Do you know why the five-color flag has these five colors?" Yin Chenglan said without saying a word.

The little yellow bird, who was still sloppy just now, got serious and looked down at the dark blue cover of the flag book: "Birds are most afraid of red, and hate black the most. Indigo is like a forest, easy to call, turmeric is like a mountain, and it comes when you call it. Frost is like water." , Walking and standing according to the heart. They are all the faces of mountains and rivers, so these five colors are chosen."

Yin Chenglan had known for a long time that the yellow hair was very transparent, so he smiled at his answer and commented briefly: "Very good."

Ling Jiang raised his small head, grimly hummed, and accepted without humility.

Yin Chenglan looked at him with a smile, flipped open the flag book, pointed to the small figure with simple lines on it and asked, "What's the meaning of this?"

Ling Jiang squatted in front of the book, and glanced lightly: "Fly your wings."

Yin Chenglan moved to another page, Ling Jiang said: "Low-flying circles and high-flying circles."

Yin Chenglan moved again, and Lingjiang continued: "This move is called the young eagle spreading its wings."

After answering, I even showed him a demonstration in a very face-saving manner-standing with one paw, completely stretching out the small wings, and flapping up and down in the posture of a Kunpeng.

Just looking at the posture, it does have the rebelliousness and ferocity of a young eagle.However, with his velvety and yellowish chubby appearance, Yin Chenglan could only think of four words: milky milk.

It's still the kind of complex fusion that looks milky on the outside and flirtatious on the inside.Yin Chenglan felt that it was terrible, so he had to turn his attention back to the book, and asked a few more pages of flag books.

Ling Jiang answered one by one, but he was wrong.

Then he closed the book and asked, "Have you memorized everything?"

Ling Jiang: "Well, I read it again."

Yin Chenglan wondered, "Have a photographic memory?"

Lingjiang put down his paw, shook it, and replied indifferently: "Yes."

He has this ability.

Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows, relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair, a strand of hair fell to his smooth temples with his movements: "I can't see it."

Because this little yellow hair looks like he regards books as his enemies.

Ling Jiang raised his head and said as it should: "Do you like to endorse books if you have a good memory?"

Yin Chenglan paused, as if he didn't say that.But those who have always had this ability should not be afraid of endorsement. After all, you can remember it after just looking at it. Isn't it very casual.

Ling Jiang looked at him with a kind of unfathomable eyes, did not speak, but made Yin Chenglan touch his nose subconsciously, he seemed to see the meaning of "you don't understand the tall bird in the world" from his small mung bean-sized eyes mean.

Yin Chenglan thought, this is too weird.

Lingjiang also thought to himself, the lock of hair on his temples really looks like the hair on my forehead.

"..."

At noon, Yin Chenglan filled Lingjiang with bird food before lunch. When he started to train the birds, he would handle all matters related to Xinniao himself, and he would never use human hands. In this way, Xinniao could quickly trust the owner, Identify the owner and increase affinity.

Lunch is spread out in the Yiyun Pavilion, and the dishes are very exquisite with meat and vegetables.

Yin Chenglan sat on the side of the stone table. As a new neighbor, Lingjiang also moved his home court from the bird's nest to the opposite of Yin Chenglan.

At that time, Yin Chenglan had four cold dishes and four hot dishes, plus one West Lake beef soup and one corn and red bean porridge.On the opposite side, there is only a single small wooden trough under the little yellow-haired paw, and there is half a bowl of dry grass seeds in the trough.

... Today he doesn't even have any grain!

Ling Jiang silently looked at Yin Chenglan's ten brocade dishes with gold patterns, and then lowered his head to stare at his own small wooden trough.

After a long while, he raised his head, with his little wings on his back, and the old god was calling: "Yin Chenglan."

Suddenly being called out by this tone, Yin Chenglan almost lost his breath, but fortunately he was very good at pretending, swallowed the food calmly, and asked the little bird with his eyes.

Ling Jiang slowly pecked at the grass seeds and said, "Eat less, too. If you eat too much, you will get fat easily."

Yin Chenglan, "..."

Are you blind?

Pavilion Master Yin was holding a mouthful of old blood in his chest, and a piece of roasted mutton was caught on the bamboo chopsticks hanging in the air. He paused and paused, endured and endured, and finally put the chopsticks on the table Come on, I didn't dare to put it in my mouth.

Looking at the table full of delicacies, I lost my appetite at all.Over ten thousand people in the Yufeng Pavilion, the elusive and mysterious Pavilion Master Yin talked and laughed freely in the shadow of being slaughtered by swords and blood, and he was not frightened and lost his appetite. Instead, he taught a yellow hair to choke a pot.

Looking at the little yellow bird shaking its head and pecking at the grass seeds, he couldn't laugh or cry, and he also had the same thought as the chief manager - strangle it to death.

So at night, Yin Chenglan's dinner was so light that there was only a bowl of porridge left.

And Lingjiang is made of millet grains and egg yolks. With a trough full of dinner in his mouth, he squatted by Yin Chenglan's bowl and ate with relish. Seeing that he was eating the porridge with a spoon, he poked his head and threw half of the egg yolk into Yin Chenglan's bowl inside.

Yin Chenglan, "..."

Whenever birds and beasts appear in this way, most of the reason is that they are trying to show favor to people, so at this time, it is best to eat what they can send.

Yin Chenglan looked at the burning eyes of the little yellow bird, and was suddenly glad that it didn't catch a worm and throw it into his bowl.

It was so sudden that it flashed the pavilion master's waist.

The process of training the birds was harmonious and slightly weird, but it was incredibly fast, and within four or five days, the purpose test flight could be carried out.

The so-called purpose test flight is to take the messenger bird out of the nest and use the bird's homing ability to communicate.

Because Lingjiang is unusual, Yin Chenglan slightly changed the training process, replaced passive leaving the nest with active leaving the nest, handed it to Lingjiang's letter box, and he took it to the place alone, exchanged it for a letter, and then brought it back to complete the letter.

The reason why the letter bird is called letter bird is that it can carry out letters after training. Lingjiang, who has always been excellent, has lost his front claws in this.

In the early morning of this day, after he finished his morning flight and had his breakfast, Yin Chenglan personally tied a bamboo tube on his claws and put in a letter, asking him to fly south across the sea, cross two mountains, and deliver the letter to Chen Guo Village. in the hands of a pawnbroker.

It took only half a day to send the letter back and forth with the footsteps of a bird, but if it were Costin, an hour would be enough, but unexpectedly, Lingjiang did not return all day and night after leaving Lingjiang.

That night, Yin Chenglan sent someone to look for it, and rushed to Chenguo Village overnight, only to learn that Lingjiang had already taken the letter back.

But he obviously didn't return to the nest.

The study standing on the top of the mountain is brightly lit all night, and the candles are flickering in the mountain wind. Yin Chenglan is sitting by the window, everything is dark outside, and the world is silent.

Lian pressed the song and reached out to close the window, but was stopped.

"Wait for it to come back."

The mountain wind blew his hair, and in the night, Yin Chenglan's face was calm and firm, looking at the hazy mountains and rivers in the black color, waiting silently.

Lian Presse knew that he had never been able to persuade him, so he took out a large cloak from the cabinet and put it on his shoulders.

"Where do you think that yellow hair can go?" He folded his arms and leaned on the table beside him, and looked out of the window. He didn't know what to think of, and he pinched his chin with his fingers, showing a wretched smile: "Maybe someone caught him and roasted him." Eat it."

What a beautiful idea.

Yin Chenglan turned his head to look at him, pressed his lips together and fell silent.

But after a while, he said again: "I'm just thinking about it. The forest of Yufeng Pavilion is so big, and there is only this one who can understand human nature."

Sighing, looking at the trembling stars in the night wind, he said to himself: "But why are you so irritating, Lord, it means that you have patience and a good temper, and you can bear it."

Yin Chenglan turned his face away, not wanting to admit that he really wanted to slap that little thing unconscious several times.

They waited all night in the dark.

A gloomy dawn floated in the sky, and the chilly coolness diffused from the waves of the lone mountain of Wanhai Peak into the thin white mist. The mist covered the hair, and as soon as you stretched out your hand, it turned into cold water and flowed down your neck into the skirt of your clothes.

Yin Chenglan suppressed a low cough, his face paled slightly, he felt the dormant poison slowly oozing out from his limbs and bones along with the chill, crawling into his warm and healthy blood like spider silk, engulfing him His heart and lungs were suffocating.

"I sent you back to the house to rest, so I shouldn't have promised you to sit here." Lian pressed the song and walked over to support the bi-color wheelchair.

Yin Chenglan waved his hand to stop, took a deep breath to suppress the pain, leaned sideways on the wheelchair, pressed his forehead, a smile showed from his fingers, his pale handsome face reflected the distant fog of Daishan, and he looked very beautiful: "My bird hasn't Come back, how can the owner not wait."

Lian Presse's eyes flickered at his fragile demeanor, and he thought that he really knew how to pretend, and he pretended to be pretty.

Thinking of this, Lian Presse decided to go against Yin Chenglan's intention and insisted on dragging him back to the bedroom.

At this time, there was a crisp bird call outside the window, Yin Chenglan raised his head, and saw a pale yellow figure rushing towards the window sill in the thin clouds.