Grandpa is such a bird

There were water droplets that could be formed by mist on the window sill. When Lingjiang landed on the ground, Yazi Claw Claw didn't stand firm. As soon as he touched the vermilion window rail, there was a 'slap', his head was down, his butt was up and he fell like a shit.

But before the people in the room came back to their senses, he quickly got up and stood up like a bird with his little wings on his back, facing a bunch of swaying dull hair on his forehead, holding his chest up and looking up with great air, as if Have no idea what just happened.

Who fell, he didn't see anything.

Lian Song let go of the wheelchair and walked quickly to the window: "You still have the face to come back, you can count how long you have flown in an hour's letter."

Impatiently, Ling Jiang rubbed his ears with his small wings, spread his wings and glided to Yin Chenglan's eyes, and stretched out a claw to him: "Bring it back."

Yin Chenglan didn't pick it up. Although his lips were still pale, his back was as straight as a pine, and his expression was not tired. Looking at the little yellow bird's eyes and eyebrows, he was a bit cold, not at all like when he said "my bird" just now. people.

"Why are you late?" he asked.

Ling Jiang pursed his lips, lowered his eyes halfway, flapped his wings twice, landed on the window sill again, kicked the mist-condensed water droplets under his claws, and said, "It's nothing."

Yin Chenglan frowned: "Since you want me to train you, I must know where you went, what you ate, and why you came back late. If you don't cooperate and refuse to tell, I'm afraid I don't think I'm qualified to ask. If so, why don't you There is no need to stay in Yufeng Pavilion if you find another job."

Lingjiang flew all night, and now he is very hungry and unhappy. He is not a good-tempered person, and he is always used to being self-willed. Now that Yin Chenglan said this, the suppressed fire in his heart suddenly burst out, and he said coldly : "You say that only because I can understand, other birds, your Ah Qing, how can you know where they are going?"

Yin Chenglan sat upright, but secretly clenched his sleeves with his fingers: "I have my own way to figure it out, but it has nothing to do with you."

Hearing what he said, Ling Jiang was suddenly a little depressed, feeling as if he was deliberately bullying him because he could talk. His self-esteem as a little bird was hurt. Just as he was about to say a few more words, Yin Chenglan couldn't control it. He tilted his head to the side and coughed lowly, and the coldness all over his body disappeared after coughing.

Lian Pressing Song hurriedly dug out a pack of medicine powder from the table and poured it into hot water. A strong bitter taste pervaded the air. Yin Chenglan swallowed half of the medicine in one breath, and then he stopped coughing. He took the remaining medicine in his hand and stopped drinking. Take a sip, and sit aside with a sullen face.

Ling Jiang stared at him nervously, realizing that the poison on his body might have flared up, but it wasn't long after taking the heavenly treasure last time, and Ji Yushan said that it shouldn't flare up in a short time.

Settling down Yin Chenglan, Lian Song reluctantly turned around. This little bird has such a bad temper that it is outrageous, comforting it is worse than comforting a pile of shit, but now he has to be the middleman, because only Lian Song It's clear that this high-ranking master said he didn't want it, but he already regarded the little yellow hair as a treasure in his heart, so how could he just let it go.

"Hey, little thing, are you small in stature and small in conscience? My master and I waited for you all day and night just to hear you say this? I don't know how the bird trainer in Huangzishe taught you , but do you know that if the owner doesn’t know where his bird flew, what he encountered, whether there is any danger, and whether it is suitable for flying this route, then how can he train the bird? Some birds like to fly high in the sky , some like to pass through forests, some are afraid of rain and are not suitable for traveling in rainy days, and some have weak endurance and can only travel short distances. There are more than 3 birds in Yufeng Pavilion, each of which is different , you have also seen different signs in the house, why can't you figure it out now?"

While talking according to the song, seeing the little yellow bird is silent, and one day it will be able to block it into silence, I feel refreshed in my heart, and say a fatherly tone: "You don't have to say anything, At worst, just treat it like an ordinary bird, fly it again and again, track it again and again, and you can always find out why you came back late, but well, in this way, what kind of magical bird are you?"

Ling Jiang looked at him coldly, and even reached out to touch the head of the little yellow bird when he was excited by the song. The latter dodged vigilantly, spread his wings and flew in front of Yin Chenglan, hesitantly landed on the armrest of the wheelchair .

Yin Chenglan lowered his eyes to look at him, Lingjiang awkwardly drew circles with his claws, and after a while, he said aggrievedly, "I'm lost."

He just doesn't know the direction, he always goes in the opposite direction, and flies very fast. When he finds out that he is going the wrong way, he has already jumped a long way.

Lian Pressing Song immediately shouted: "Birds get lost? What are you putting..." Yin Chenglan glanced at the fart before he finished speaking, so he had to swallow it silently, fermenting into a stomachache.

Have you seen, what is ungrateful, what is forgetting friends when you see a bird, what is protecting a calf, please continue to hurt each other, please.

Yin Chenglan handed the medicine cup to Lian Presse, raised his hand and slowly straightened his cuffs, then turned to look at Lingjiang: "I see."

Lingjiang said: "Do you believe it?"

Yin Chenglan hummed, "Go out and fly in the morning, don't delay your basic skills."

Ling Jiang had no choice but to nod, turned around hesitantly, hesitated for a while, and flew out of the window without saying anything.

The ball of yellow shuttled through the white clouds, and sang repeatedly: "Master, do you really believe it?"

Yin Chenglan put his hand to his lips and coughed: "What a fuss." Pointing to a row of bookshelves by the wall, he asked him to take out a notebook.

Ling Jiang hovered around Tinghai Tower in the white clouds, feeling uneasy in his heart. He always thought that Lu Chi was not a serious problem, but if there were no birds to get lost, wouldn't it be that he was unique?But Ling Jiang thought about it again, after all, no bird can speak human words so smoothly.

Of all things in the world, no one is perfect, no bird is perfect, and the ebb and flow is the way to be willing.

Ling Jiang first comforted himself in his heart, and then came up with a set of arguments to persuade Yin Chenglan, let him be more open, and not give up on himself at will.

Lingjiang drove all night last night, and today he flew for an hour without stopping, but his hunger was filled with heavy worries, until the morning flight was over, his stomach was so hungry that he didn't notice it. As soon as he stopped, he got into the study.

The head manager in the room had already left, there was a bowl of steaming soup on the table, the cloak was draped over the bed, Yin Chenglan changed into a dark blue satin robe, and was flipping through a book.

Ling Jiang felt that he should be courteous, so he flew to the head of the bed, picked up the cloak and dragged it to Yin Chenglan's shoulder.

Then he stood on his shoulder cautiously, stretched his small body and looked at the notebook in his hand.

What Yin Chenglan read was Lingjiang's letter book in Huangzishe in the past few years. When he looked through it before, he thought it was horrible. Looking at it now, he found some problems.

——On the third day of January in the third year of Changping, the North and South Mountains took a test flight.

Lingjiang moved the tail uncomfortably: "This one didn't find the way."

Yin Chenglan glanced over his shoulder from the corner of his eyes, and turned another page.

——On the [-]th day of February in the third year of Changping, I sent a letter from Mangjiang Town to Gedi. It rained for two days and returned on the seventh day. The tube cracked and lasted for more than four days.

Ling Jiang said: "Well...it's even more difficult to find the way when it's raining, and it's also confusing."

Yin Chenglan continued to turn, Lingjiang stretched his neck, and continued: "Still lost."

Halfway through the scroll, Ling Jiang, who didn't know the lost mother, suddenly shouted excitedly: "This is not lost, it's fighting with some black eagles."

Yin Chenglan raised his chin, turned his head and said, "Why fight?"

Ling Jiang poked the ankle ring on his claw with his small wings: "I'm hungry."

Xiao Dudu also cooperated with the 'grunt', which was really impressive.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

He closed the letter book, put it on his lap, relaxed his posture, leaned slightly against the wheelchair, propped his elbows on his face, raised his hand and moved the little yellow bird on his shoulder to his finger, and then brought it to his knee.

Ling Jiang anxiously moved from his fingertips to his knees and squatted down.

The little yellow bird has a diminutive appearance. When it squats down, it is round and yellow. When it raises its head up, its small round eyes are watery and pure black, reflecting the fine rays of the morning sun.

It was the first time Yin Chenglan found out that it was quite beautiful.

Ling Jiang only felt that the man's eyes were extremely focused. Bathed in such eyes, even Ling Jiang's cheeky face who was used to wind and waves couldn't help feeling a little hot.

He looked at him, his eyes were fixed and firm, but his mind was already trusting, thinking of the mist sprayed by waterfalls in summer, the breeze blowing through the tender grass in spring, the sea in autumn at dusk, and the flowers blooming in the snow in winter. plum bossom.

However, all the beautiful moments in this world can't be compared to being stared at by Yin Chenglan.

Looking at him, his little heart was pulsating back and forth.

After swaying for a long time, before swinging back into the Lord's body, Ling Jiang noticed the imperceptible fatigue in the corners of Yin Chenglan's eyes, and his heart tightened again when he thought of the words of pressing the song. He remembered that Yin Chenglan was waiting for him every morning flight From the window, he could see his tall and straight figure as soon as he landed, even this time was no exception.

Lingjiang asked himself in his heart: "Does he wait for me to come back every time?"

No one answered him, but Yin Chenglan had already done so.

Yin Chenglan was thinking about how to deal with a lost bird, but when he looked at it, he felt that the place on his knee where the bird was lying on was slowly heating up. He stretched out two fingers in surprise, and licked the lump He picked it up, hung it in front of his eyes, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Jiang blinked and buried his head under his wings, feeling ashamed.

Yin Chenglan put him on the table with his hair on end, and said, "Do you like your nest?"

Ling Jiang didn't know why, so he didn't know which one he was referring to, so he thought for a while: "It's okay, the world is so big, you can live anywhere."

He is not picky, so can he move under the roof of your bedroom?

Yin Chenglan immediately understood the whole story. The reason why Xinniao was able to travel thousands of miles was because it fell in love with the nest, did not return to the nest, did not eat or drink, and never stopped dying.

When he was young, he took a carrier pigeon named Fubo to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. Fubo flew [-] miles between the enemy and our positions to transmit military information, until the enemy found out and sent archers to strangle and hunt it down. , after getting information from the enemy's secret operation for the last time, Fubo was intercepted by the arrow rain on the way back, and he flew out and returned to the camp with all his might. In the middle of the air, fell heavily into the pigeon loft.

Such is the case with Homing Heart.

Once Xinniao confirms its nest, it will not move for life, but Lingjiang is different. It is really immoral to move when it says to move.It also made Yin Chenglan think of the problem easily.

Since he can also come back, it is impossible for him to be completely ignorant of the way, abandoning his flesh and blood, and looking at his bones, it is probably because the place he is going back to makes him unable to feel nostalgia, and he does not have the heart to return endlessly.

Yin Chenglan didn't believe that it was a little bird that knew its way seriously and discerned its direction. According to its temperament, it probably just flew around casually. direction of thinking.

After all, it is the nature of birds to recognize the way.

Although it hasn't been long since he became his bird, Yin Chenglan touched Lingjiang's little yellow hair's pee inside and out.

His guess was right, but this time, Ling Jiang didn't wander off into the sky, but wandered into him, so he didn't want to fly, so that he mistook the way, and was ashamed to say it when asked by someone he missed.

Yin Chenglan didn't know that at his age, he was still a troublesome woman, and said: "If you don't like returning to the nest, you must find one thing that becomes your must come back. If you don't return or return late, you will be So sleep and eat without thinking, tossing and turning, only this thing can become your bondage, with bondage, you have to concentrate on doing your best, and can't wait when you return."

Ling Jiang saw the mountain wind blowing away Yin Chenglan's black hair from his temples, his face was very clear and handsome in the late summer breeze, he murmured: "Can I do it?"

"Naturally."

Lingjiang said: "Then you."

Yin Chenglan was taken aback.

Ling Jiang stood up and said slowly: "If I knew you were waiting for me, I would definitely come back, I would come back on time, and I would do my best to come back as soon as possible."

Yin Chenglan never thought that one day he would be able to hear such touching words, and it was said from a bird's beak. He was dumb for a while, and smiled: "Okay."

But I thought in my heart, if this little bird was a human being, he would be considered a master at coaxing people.

Afterwards, Ling Jiang ate his first meal of feed in a day and night.

In the next two or three days, Yin Chenglan still asked him to take a test flight, one time to upload a letter to a fishing boat ten kilometers in the northern sea area, and one time to go south through three towns and enter a temple in the mountains and back.

Although Ling Jiang agreed with his mouth, the laziness in his bones could not fade away in a short time, so he had to recite the word "Yin Chenglan" back and forth on his lips like a sutra, reminding himself that he is still waiting for him, which is dangerous Homing as required.

These places of trust are not the real transmission of books, but a few strongholds commonly used for training young birds in the Yufeng Pavilion. On the way to and from Lingjiang, the cubs beside him are seen flapping their wings and flying quickly, so he deliberately flies very fast, Leaving the baby bird behind, when he returned to Yufeng Pavilion first, he ran up to Yin Chenglan shamelessly to invite him to reward him, and praised him mercilessly with his messy tail furry behind him.

I was lucky enough to listen to the song once, but I felt that there was no place to put my face, because other birds couldn't talk.

In the evening of that day, Ling Jiang went out to carry out letters, and Lian Song hurriedly went up to Tinghai Tower.