Grandpa is such a bird

Lingjiang was so preoccupied that he tossed and turned all night and couldn't get up the next day.

Yin Chenglan sat by the window, waited for a while, and still didn't wait for the little yellow bird to get up, so he found a bamboo pole from nowhere, he held it in his hand to try the feel, and then stretched out the window and poked it in. In Lingjiang's den.

When the bamboo pole touched something soft, Yin Chenglan couldn't help showing a shallow smile, and suddenly remembered that when he was young, he used to dig out a bird's nest with a pole like this, and when he took out the bird's eggs, he hid them in the bed and played with them.

Ling Jiang was obsessed with difficulty, and when he saw the bamboo pole, he climbed up. His two small wings formed a circle like a child's arms, and he was dragged out holding the bamboo pole.

Yin Chenglan looked at the lump of yellow on the head of the bamboo pole that was too sleepy to pick up, and was silent for a while, then picked up the teapot on the table and poured it down, until Lingjiang was drenched so heart-cooling.

Lingjiang trembled, and he was completely awake.

But until he was blasted into the sky and started to fly in the morning, he was still resentful, and deliberately shook his hair in front of Yin Chenglan, shaking his face with water, and then went out for a walk, humming the words "Pride and pride".

Yin Chenglan sat in the wheelchair, weeping and wiping his face, thinking: "Who is the one who is so proud?"

Breakfast was prepared in the Yiyun Pavilion, even according to the song, I had something to report today, so I woke up early, planning to "unfortunately" catch up with the delicacies of the nineteenth master.

Who knows to enter the pavilion, dumbfounded.

Yin Chenglan pointed to the seat beside him, gloating in his heart solemnly: "The chief manager is here, sit down quickly."

The two bowls of crystal-clear, snow-white porridge on the table made Lian Presse passionately and loyally feed the dog.

"Since you're here, come and have dinner with me." Yin Chenglan gracefully stirred the porridge with his hands that disturbed the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes.

"The clear breeze and porridge nourishes the stomach and intestines. The master's open-minded and pure cultivation really admires the subordinates." Lian sat down in response to the song, with a smile on his face, and his heart was stirring your sister, can you stir the meat out again?

Yin Chenglan has drank porridge for a few days under the gaze of the little yellow bird who "fats three catties after eating a bite of meat", and now the bird can fade out of his mouth. It is hard to catch the chief executive who can accompany him to fade out the bird. Of course I won't let it go.

He also pushed his own bowl of porridge in front of Lian Presse: "After eating this bowl, I believe that the chief executive will soon reach the realm of the pavilion master."

Double-click the song: "..."

Why is this bitch so familiar?

After Lingjiang's morning flight was over, he flew into the pavilion, glanced at the stone table, and saw that Yin Chenglan was empty, with two big bowls of porridge in front of the chief manager, and said sarcastically, "Three catties of fat, three catties of fat."

If you can't swallow your meal, you will know it by pressing the song. It turns out that the lower beam is not straight and the upper beam is crooked.

Yin Chenglan filled the small wooden trough for the little yellow bird, and sat aside to wait for them to eat.

Ling Jiang squatted on the table and pecked twice, raised his head, and saw the chief executive wolfing down the food with a ferocious expression on one side, and the master of the pavilion looking like an exiled immortal with a gentle breeze on the other, he felt that his vision was really good.

So he raised his mouth and took his small wooden trough to Yin Chenglan's hand.

Yin Chenglan looked down at him, Lingjiang wagged his tail and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Yin Chenglan politely refused.

Ling Jiang tilted his head, and said seriously: "Otherwise...how many bugs shall I peck for you?"

Yin Chenglan's leisurely expression froze, he gritted his teeth and slapped Lingjiang's head with a palm, pressing it into a chicken pecking rice: "Get out of here after eating, go back to sleep, and sleep late for me later, no three days allowed Have a meal."

Lingjiang said slowly, but sometimes this person has a bad temper and is picky about eating.

After Lingjiang left, he put down the porridge bowl according to the song, took out a letter from his arms and handed it over, and said meanly: "Master, are you angry? See, it's not that I have a bad temper."

Yin Chenglan calmed down silently, glanced at him angrily, and opened the letter.

Without even looking twice, the eyebrows softened, and he read the letter carefully.

"Is Mr. Ruisi okay? It's eleven or twelve. The days go by so fast. In just a few years, he has grown from a baby waiting to be fed to a young man with green temples and beautiful face."

Looking at the green and misty mountain scenery outside the pavilion, Lian Pressing Song can vaguely hear the sound of the sea tumbling against the cliff below the peak. In a blink of an eye, they have lived on this remote and helpless Wanhai Peak for more than ten years.

If it weren't for the young man's wings becoming fuller day by day, it would really be as if there were no years in the mountains.

It's just that time flies so fast, even a person's appearance can be sculpted, and the hatred that is so heartbreaking is still vivid in his eyes, and his ghosts linger.

Thinking of the past, Lian Presse felt hot and cold for a while, turned his head to find some evidence of the ruthlessness of time from the people around him, only to find that Shen Ke's long illness had not been able to chisel out this person's arrogance, and even ten years in a hurry still remained unchanged. Change his eyes like cold stone and iron.

If it's not a change, I just feel that Yin Chenglan is more calm and introverted than ten years ago, forbearing and restrained... and he is so handsome that Lian Songge really doesn't want to admit.

In the blink of an eye, he gurgled out a pot of vinegar from the sadness in his heart, and curled the corners of his sour lips.

Yin Chenglan handed the letter to him, followed the song to catch it and read it, slightly surprised, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Mr. Ruisi wants to go to the temple to practice meditation?"

Taking advantage of the gap, the servants brought a set of tea sets and tea, Yin Chenglan poured two cups of tea and put a cup in front of him: "Well, what do you think?"

Lian Pressing the song subconsciously touched the teacup, took a sip, and his lips and teeth were full of sweetness and bitterness: "I don't know what to say, Mr. Ruisi is gentle and indifferent, not in a hurry, calm and calm, which is really rare among young people. But he is not an ordinary person, and I don't know whether this temper is good or bad, and now he wants to go to the temple to practice meditation, I'm afraid the Lord will let him..."

The rest of the words need not be said, Yin Chenglan can understand, he sips the tea slowly, it seems that he loves the taste of the strong bitterness flowing between his teeth, and when the taste of the tea dissipates, he says: "Afraid that he is kind, can't bear to do it?"

Lian Press Song lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

Yin Chenglan smiled, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, a little coldly: "Although Ruisi has a weak temper, he is by no means an ordinary person. Half of the blood flowing in his bones contains that person's crazy greed, and the other half is stained with it." His mother's righteousness and love, do you think he can really be buried in an incense altar that doesn't care about world affairs, and remain unknown for a lifetime."

Pressing the song for a moment, he shook his head to himself: "It's my subordinates who are short-sighted."

Yin Chenglan carefully folded up the letter, stuffed it into his sleeve like a treasure, and looked down at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the fine white porcelain teacup: "If he wants to go to the temple to practice meditation, he can do it. I don't know if this child is lucky or not if I meet him." Not good, I can't give him any more, I can only give him a few years of Qingdeng Gufo Wuyou Wushou."

Yin Chenglan turned his head and looked outside the Yiyun Pavilion, and saw that the clouds and mist slowly dispersed, revealing the boundless blue sky and mountains and seas, but his heart was not as vast as the mountains and seas, and was narrow and full of hatred. Looking at the world dripping with blood.

Lian Pressing Song looked at his side face and fell into silence. After a while, he suddenly said: "It doesn't matter if he wants to practice Zen. When Shanyue comes in another day, I will ask him to teach Master Ruisi to recite Buddhism and Zen. Yue Nai is an eminent monk from Dajing, Mr. Ruisi should be very happy."

Yin Chenglan glanced at him with eyes and noses, and said quietly: "I'm afraid you don't know that Shanyue went to Lizhou to meet Ruisi after years of practicing and practicing everywhere."

Lian Presse opened his mouth, was dumb for a moment, then patted his thigh, and said angrily: "I said why Mr. Rui Si suddenly wanted to become a monk, it turned out that Jiao Shanyue broke the belt."

"In addition to asking for my opinion, Ruisi also asked me to give him a dharma name." Yin Chenglan put down the teacup, "Push me back to the room, I have to think about it."

Lian pressed the song and said: "Don't you have to think about it carefully, don't you want to be someone's father?"

Ling Jiang returned to the nest, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore, lying on the mouth of the nest with his little butt pouted, squinting his eyes and blowing the mountain wind, knowing that he was being distracted.

I was very upset, and I didn't want to be a tasteless bird to eavesdrop, so I turned over in the nest in boredom, lying on the nest full of small daisies, thinking about things.

Thinking about it, when he was about to stare at the past, he suddenly heard a sharp eagle screaming against the sky, he woke up with a jerk, stared at a forest on the mountainside, and then rushed over without hesitation.

Before Lingjiang approached, he smelled a damp, hot and stuffy stench wafting out, like the smell of roots and rotten leaves buried in the soil and fermented, it smelled pungent and irritable.

He never knew that there was such a place on Wanhai Peak. Countless pale branches were intertwined and intertwined to form an arc-shaped cage that was turned upside down on the ground. The cage was so big that it could cover a dozen or so grown men. under.

Ling Jiang looked into the cage through the gnarled tree roots, and saw that the ground in the cage seemed to have been deliberately splashed with puddles of mud, and the stuffy stench was emanating from it.

What shocked Lingjiang the most was that the cage was actually holding the heroic, snow-like fur, Yin Chenglan's precious eagle god Hai Dongqing.

Who is so bold, dare to close it, and keep it in such a place.

Ling Jiang thought instantly that this was Yin Chenglan's territory, and he couldn't have known about it, so it was very likely that Yin Chenglan ordered this to happen.

Yin Chenglan actually shut down his treasure, Lingjiang's brain became hot, and he was shocked to think, could this be the end of the abandoned concubine?

……

The little bird didn't know what to watch randomly.

Haidongqing was imprisoned in a cage woven with branches, unable to fly high, and could only spread his wings and flap the walls of the cage, making violent and angry howls. His sharp claws like silver hooks stepped on the mud as if venting, scratching at the ground. There were deep scratches one after another.

"See, this is the consequence of sleeping late."

Lingjiang: "..."

Yin Chenglan appeared here at some point, sitting outside the cage, raised his head slightly, and looked at Lingjiang who refused to approach the cage in mid-air.

Ling Jiang stared at him suspiciously, he didn't believe half of the strokes of this sentence.

Fortunately, after Yin Chenglan said this sentence, he didn't explain it. With a wave of his hand, a man in gray came out of the forest. It fell from the sky, and at the same time, the strangely huge tree branch cage that held Haidongqing also flew up into the sky, and was hung and tied between the trees at a certain height.

Freed, Hai Dongqing rushed out like a sharp arrow, and grabbed the heart of the man in gray. The man seemed to have been prepared, raised his arms to block his face, and suddenly lowered his body to avoid Hai Dongqing's attack. He nodded slightly to Yin Chenglan and disappeared into the woods.

"Ah Qing." Yin Chenglan called out in a low voice.

Hai Dongqing's wings opened wide and closed, flapping angrily, blowing a gust of wind in the forest, screaming sharply, venting her dissatisfaction with being imprisoned in her heart.

The dead branches and fallen leaves in the forest fluttered in disorder, Yin Chenglan's robe fluttered, Ling Jiang saw the timing, and threw himself on his face, spreading his bright yellow wings to block Yin Chenglan's...a fallen leaf.

Yin Chenglan smelled a faint scent of flowers, and the tip of his nose was itchy from the feathers. He raised his hand and lifted the little yellow bird that was covered in a mask like a mask.

Ling Jiang was hanging upside down in the air with a bird's claw in his hand, and he looked upside down at Yin Chenglan wobbly and attentively.

"Why, you still want me to praise you?"

Lingjiang's eyes brightened: "Just praise the eagerness to protect the Lord."

His thick skin made Yin Chenglan speechless, so he stretched out his hand and threw him out.

Ling Jiang turned somersaults in mid-air and stabilized his figure.

Hai Dongqing, who was mad at the side, had calmed down, and stood proudly on a tree with his wings restrained.

Yin Chenglan brushed off the fallen leaves on his body, and stretched out an arm to it: "Come here."

Hai Dongqing stared at him with a pair of round and sharp eyes, exuding danger and vigilance, as if thinking about whether it was credible, but it quickly forgot its hatred, and threw itself into his arms, grabbing him with its sharp eagle claws. He grabbed Yin Chenglan's wrist, leaving three bloody scratches on it.

Condor, who has always been aloof, let out a dissatisfied grunt in his throat, as if he was expressing his grievances angrily.

Yin Chenglan didn't care about the scratches on his wrist, he stroked the back of its neck again and again to appease Hai Dongqing's emotions,

Ling Jiang on the side watched the scene of love between people and birds with cold eyes, and sneered very much.

Not envious at all...really, not envious at all.

"Master." A servant came over with a plate, and Ling Jiang saw gauze and iodine on it.

"I'll do it." Yin Chenglan took the gauze, dipped it in medicinal wine, and wiped the small wounds on Haidong Qingying's claws due to struggling and beating.

Lingjiang landed on the plate, and her little paws grabbed the gauze and dragged it around.

Yin Chenglan's movements are gentle and skillful, it can be seen that he often does this kind of thing.After treating Haidongqing's wound, and combing its hard wings a few times, he moved Haidongqing to the servant's arm, and said: "Take it back to the cage to rest, and stop for a day."

Like an ordinary big bird, the Eagle God pecked at the back of Yin Chenglan's hand with his sharp beak, grunted a few times coquettishly, and reluctantly was taken away by others.

"Stupid bird." Lingjiang was annoyed.

Yin Chenglan glanced at him, and Ling Jiang immediately flew over, threw the gauze head with iodine on his paws into his hand, opened his small black eyes, stared at him, and wagged his tail vigorously.

That appearance is really as stupid as possible, as flattering as you want.

Yin Chenglan paused, picked up the handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood stains left by the scratches on the back of his hand. His heart moved slightly, and he was a little touched, but seeing the shameless appearance of the little yellow bird wanting to praise him, he really couldn't boast, so he stretched out his hand Perfunctorily patted its yellow apricot-sized head.