Grandpa is such a bird

Every day after that, Lingjiang got up early to fly in the morning, and then went to the designated place to pass the letter according to the order. After returning, he would run in with Yin Chenglan and make corresponding responses in the sky according to the five-color flag.In the afternoon, I started training for Meixie Forest, endured the sweltering weather and environment of Meixie Forest, and searched for intentionally buried things in the swamp mud.

Within a few days, Lingjiang felt as if he had lost a little weight, but it was refined and thin.So he went to Yin Chenglan to show off his figure, and was laughed at mercilessly by the other party: "The meat should be thinner, it will be chewy when roasted."

"..."

Ling Jiang decided not to spoil him anymore, for two days.

That night, there was a thunderstorm pouring down. In the heavy rain, two swans wearing bright lightning flew into the Tinghai Tower one after another from Meixielin in the southwest and the capital of the Zhengdong Emperor. In the precarious wind and rain, carrying a lantern, they entered Yin Chenglan's bedroom one after the other.

At that time, Ling Jiang hid under the eaves of the study house which was separated from the bedroom by the yard, and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain. Unexpectedly, he did not see Yin Chenglan when he got up the next day.

He didn't see Yin Chenglan after the morning flight in the morning, and he didn't see Yin Chenglan when he was training to give instructions to the five-color flag. When he was about to get into the dead branch cage in the afternoon, Ling Jiang finally couldn't help it, and asked him to train him for a day today and take over Yin Chenglan's position. double click song.

With a sullen face, the chief manager threw Ling Jiang into the cage: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and remember your duty." After speaking, he stood aside, with his arms folded, with a rare gloomy face.

Ling Jiang glanced at him, lowered his eyes, restrained his thoughts, and began to concentrate on fighting against the harsh environment in the giant cage.

An hour later, he was released and landed on a tree, gasping for breath, trying to get rid of the lingering smell of rotten mud in his chest.

Lian pressed the song and walked under the tree, and said displeasedly: "Come down quickly."

Not seeing Yin Chenglan, Lingjiang was also in a bad mood, coldly holding his little wings: "What are you doing?"

Lian Song is like a waiter in an inn who greets guests, put a piece of gauze on his shoulders, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said: "Wipe your paws, I ordered it specially."

Ling Jiang was stunned, his unhappiness dissipated, he flew to Lian Presse's arm, stared at the piece of gauze with straight eyebrows, stretched out his bird claws, quietly lowered his small eyes, let him wipe, obedient and obedient Incredible.

Lian Pressing the song raised his eyebrows, still not quite used to such a little yellow hair, he said hesitantly: "Yo, you have changed your gender, or is it better for you to train?"

Ling Jiang didn't bother to talk to him, he hesitated and said softly, "What's wrong with Yin Chenglan?"

The head was slapped repeatedly according to the song: "Calling nonsense, if you want to call it... a bird, you can call it master."

Ling Jiang naturally refused, but he didn't bother him either, waiting for him to answer his question.

Lian Presse wiped the mud on Lingjiang's body with gauze, met his concerned eyes, and couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional in his heart, be nicer to the birds, even the birds know how to repay their kindness, how could some people have an annoyance Cold-blooded, for what he wants, he can do any nasty thing.

His gaze was long, hiding a trace of the vicissitudes and bewilderment soaked in the years, but when Lingjiang tried to see something from his gaze, he blinked again, and returned to the chief manager of Yufeng Pavilion, holding Xiao Huang Mao's paw poked its fluffy belly: "Fortunately, you still have a little conscience. You know how to ask. Actually, it's all right. It's just that the wind and rain swept into the house last night, and Master Yan suffered a cold. Doctor Yan prescribed medicine. Just drink it for a few days."

While speaking, Lingjiang's bird claws had been wiped clean, and he let go of the song, his eyes wandered to the lush forest of Yufeng Pavilion, he lowered his head again, and straightened his collar and cuffs: " Let's go, I will take you to train these few days."

After a rain, you can feel the coolness of early autumn.

At night, the cold stars trembled in the clouds and mist, the air in the rainy mountain forest was exceptionally fresh, the moonlight softly shone through the mist, and sprinkled a piece of silver light on the green tiles and vermilions.

It was already midnight, but Ling Jiang didn't feel sleepy in the bird's nest. He stared at the half of the night sky exposed by the bird's nest, tossing and turning.

A thick cloud floated over, covering the moonlight, and the world fell into darkness. Ling Jiang turned over and sat up, and quietly touched Yin Chenglan's bedroom from the study.

He flew without any movement, not even flapping his wings, and when he passed by, he was like a floating shadow, fleeting.Taking advantage of the moment when the dark clouds blocked the moonlight, Ling Jiang avoided the shadow guard hiding in the dark, and squeezed a piece of tile to get in from an imperceptible place on the side of the eaves.

After he entered, he gently flicked the displaced tiles with his small wings to prevent the wind energy from penetrating in.

Then he turned around and quietly landed on the desk not far from the bed, looking at the figure in the light gauze bed curtain.

The green silk like a waterfall spread out meanderingly, Yin Chenglan turned his head slightly to one side, put his hands on the plain brocade quilt, closed his eyes, his face was pale but calm.

He should have taken the tranquilizing medicine, otherwise he wouldn't have slept so unconsciously.

Ling Jiang flew into the curtain, hovered on the bed, hesitated for a while, then landed gently, stood on the brocade quilt on the bed, and tiptoed to his hand.

Ling Jiang felt his heart beating wildly, but his eyes were abnormally calm, and his face was even sullen. He just stared at Yin Chenglan's hand expressionlessly, as if he was about to bite into it.

After a long while, Lingjiang finally moved. He stretched his neck first, then lowered his head and pouted his little butt, and stuffed his head into Yin Chenglan's hands.

He smelled the bitter smell of herbs and a trace of blood, his heart softened, he loosened his tight skin, squinted his eyes slightly, felt the temperature of Yin Chenglan's palm, and pecked at his slender fingers with comfort means.

After it was over, Ling Jiang's face was flushed, his little wings were blown, and he jumped onto the desk again with bold strides, forming a lump, not daring to look at the person on the bed, and instantly became an ostrich.

At first I thought I couldn't sleep, but unexpectedly smelling Yin Chenglan's breath in the room, it was dawn all night.

The moment he woke up, he realized that he had been knocked awake, a ball of waste paper bounced around him a few times, and rolled from the table to the ground.

Ling Jiang was lying by the table, staring at the ball of paper on the ground with his head stuck out, then raised his head.

Yin Chenglan turned his head the moment he looked over, leaned against the bed in plain clothes, and looked intently at the book in his hand, as if enjoying it, after reading it for a while, he didn't hear the sound, so he looked away from the book. He wanted to glance over without making a sound, but he happened to meet the suspicious little yellow bird.

So Yin Chenglan gave a dry cough and put down the book: "Where did you come in from?"

Ling Jiang raised his wings and pointed to the roof.

A deep voice came from the roof: "This subordinate is dereliction of duty and deserves death."

The little yellow bird tilted its head: "I am a bird."

If it is a little more sneaky, the shadow guard will naturally not be able to notice.

It intends to explain for the shadow guard, and it is still a kind and righteous bird. Yin Chenglan knows Lingjiang's ability, so he didn't criticize the shadow guard too much, so he won't mention it anymore.

Ling Jiang saw that he had turned his attention back to the book, and his thin lips were still white. Ling Jiang wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. His eyes rolled around and turned to the hanger. Flying over, grabbed an outer garment and dragged it to the bed, coyly said: "Don't get cold again."

Yin Chenglan was stunned for a moment, and put his clothes on his shoulders in a face-saving manner, and said with a smile: "Fenghan, you can say so."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house, and Lian Song whispered outside the door: "Is the master awake?"

"What's the matter?"

Double-click the song: "The little yellow hair is gone."

Yin Chenglan and the missing little Huangmao looked at each other.

Ling Jiang: "Can you pretend you didn't see me?"

Yin Chenglan had a good time and patted his head with a book: "The master of this pavilion is not blind."

Ling Jiang was slapped on the quilt by him, and reluctantly got up, shaking the feather crown on his head: "Then can I come later?"

"I want to stay alone to recuperate." Yin Chenglan leisurely turned over a page of the book. His long hair was untied and loose behind him. A few strands of hair hung down from his temples, adding a bit of softness to his always sharp-edged face. .

Ling Jiang stared intently: "But I'm a bird."

"..."

So, after Lingjiang Chenfei, he returned to Yin Chenglan's bedroom, but before he entered, he heard Yan Chu's bland voice.

Ling Jiang picked up a window sill and squatted outside, chewing a small leaf in his mouth, accidentally caught a glimpse of the shadow guard hidden on the eaves, and nodded politely at him.

The shadow guard on the eaves was suddenly struck by lightning, and silently retreated into the dark corner, his heart was hurt, and he planned to ask Commander Qi in a few days if he was not suitable for this job, Lian Niao can find him.

Yan Chu took out a silver crochet needle from Yin Chenglan's neck, and brought out a drop of blood onto the back of Yin Chenglan's hand. He raised his hand and wiped it off indifferently, smiling slightly, still in a polite manner: " Thank you."

Yan Chu could hardly imagine what Yin Chenglan looked like when he lost control of his emotions the night before. When he was invited to the top of the mountain overnight, he saw that the man's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in blood. The glaring red blood dripped from the corner of his lips onto his legs, forming large patches of blood stains.

He was like a Rakshasa who had just gouged out human flesh and drank blood, with cold and murderous anger all over his body.

However, when Yan Chu walked up to him, Yin Chenglan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face was still as pale as paper, but the blood in his eyes seemed to have faded away, leaving only bottomless black eyes. Chao Yanchu slightly hooked his lips, as if he was leisurely and calm every time they met, and said, "Here we come."

But Yan Chu has no doubt that the ink in his eyes is red and blackened blood.

"Did I tell you that your poison can't be emotional, otherwise it will happen faster and faster."

Yin Chenglan smoothed the collar of the collar, still as usual: "There is a doctor named Lao Yan."

Yan Chu laughed mockingly, and said: "Pavilion Master Yin, deep love does not last long, and hatred is one of the seven emotions and six desires of human beings. If you have been like this for many years, even if I can cure your poison, I cannot guarantee that you will live to the end of your life. "

Lian Presse frowned fiercely, he really couldn't stand his unrestrained speech.

Yin Chenglan was much calmer, turned his head slightly, with a smile on his lips: "Who said I would live for so long? I tried my best to find an antidote, but I just didn't want to die in front of my enemies.

"

Yan Chu was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "According to what you said, is it because I have avenged the pavilion master, so I don't need to watch the waste of peerless herbs to save a person who doesn't want to live too long?"

Yin Chenglan smiled back.

Yan Chumeng put away his smile, a kind of fanaticism flickered on the delicate baby face: "Then dare to ask, who is the name of Pavilion Master Yin's enemy?"

Yin Chenglan said a name softly, but Ling Jiang couldn't hear it clearly outside the window, but through the gap in the window, he saw the arrogant No. Ups and downs, shortness of breath.

"How could you..."

Suddenly, Yin Chenglan laughed loudly, and kept shaking his head while laughing: "The next level of grassroots, how dare you have a grudge with a big man, just joking, just joking, I didn't expect to scare the genius doctor, I'm sorry."

Yan Chu became angry from embarrassment, packed up his medicine box, glared angrily at the person on the bed, hated that he hadn't stabbed him to death just now, and left angrily.

Behind him, Yin Chenglan said: "According to the song, go and send off the chief executive."

Lian Press Song hesitated for a while, but followed his orders and chased him out.

Ling Jiang looked in from the window and saw Yin Chenglan sitting alone on the bed. There was no smile or anger on his face, but he was gloomy and silent.

He suddenly coughed violently, covered his lips with his hands, and blood seeped out from between his fingers. Lingjiang didn't care about thinking about it, so he burrowed into the gap, found a handkerchief, and handed it to him.

"You were outside the window? How long have you been listening?"

Yin Chenglan grabbed Lingjiang and twisted its wings behind him.

Ling Jiang thumped, but didn't break free, so he hung his paws obediently: "I don't know, you were talking when you came."

"Cough, cough, cough, repeat it to me." Yin Chenglan looked stern, coughing heavily, lying on the side of the bed, his shoulders trembling.

Ling Jiang frowned, turned around and pecked him while he wasn't paying attention, and then struggled out. Seeing that he was coughing so badly and doubted himself, he patted Yin Chenglan's face with his small wings, and said angrily: "Where did you come from? It's troublesome, can't you just lie down honestly!"

Yin Chenglan raised his body a little bit, panting, his originally colorless lips were stained red with blood, he closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "How dare you..."

Ling Jiang wanted to pat his wings again, but he gave up because of his distress, and interrupted him: "What's wrong with beating you, don't you beat me too!"

Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and the emotion in his eyes was like a tide surging in and then fading away. He was used to restraining himself, and soon recovered from the piercing hatred, and gradually became clear, no longer as before. As gloomy and ferocious.

He looked at the little yellow bird impatiently arranging its feathers, raised his hand to touch it, and plucked a small feather from his face. Thinking of what it had just done, he smiled wryly, "When did I hit you?"

Seeing that he was awake, Ling Jiang moaned and said, "You always wanted to beat me up in your heart."

Don't think he doesn't know.

Yin Chenglan was speechless, feeling that he was very self-aware.

Interrupted by Ling Jiang, the old hatred buried in his bones and blood disappeared so ridiculously. Yin Chenglan wiped off the blood stains on his lips, propped up his body and leaned back on the bed, raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were slightly swollen. Tired, sighed deeply: "You are really..."

The little yellow bird stared resentfully at the feather between his fingers, Yin Chenglan had no choice but to swallow the second half of the sentence, feeling inexplicably guilty in his heart while thinking: "Why is it so weird."