Grandpa is such a bird

On the second day, Lingjiang learned from Ji Yushan that they were leaving for the southwest in three days, and that Yin Chenglan would accompany them.

"Because of the poison attack on his body this time?" Ling Jiang stood on the window sill, watching Ji Yushan write with a pen.

"It's not all. I heard from brother Yan that it seems that Yin Ge mainly went to the southwest to meet someone."

Lingjiang saw that he was writing a letter from home, and asked, "Who? Are you going too?"

Ji Yushan put down his pen, picked up the letter paper and gently blew the ink on it, smiled, and said: "That's not clear. Brother Yan is going to the southwest, and I want to accompany him. After all, he has done me a big favor. Alas , my parents will probably be angry with me again when they receive the letter."

As he spoke, he glanced at the window sill, and saw Lingjiang Xiaoniao leaning on the window rail with a serious face and a dull face, looking very preoccupied.

It doesn't know how many worries it can hold in its bean-big belly, but don't ask, Ji Yushan also knows that everything must be related to Yin Chenglan.

Ling Jiang came back to his senses, said lightly "you rest", and disappeared in place.

The cool night breeze came in from the window that hadn't been closed, the star curtain was drooping, the door next door was pushed open with a creak, Yan Chu stood at the door, and said sarcastically: "Don't go to sleep, don't be frozen to death." Come to me for medicine."

After that, he closed the door again.

Ji Yushan looked down at the family letter in his hand, smiled and shook his head.

Three days later, a group of chariots and horses appeared on the shore across the sea from Wan Haifeng. There were more than 30 black and tall horses in the front and back. Decorated with dark turbulent waves, it runs fast and steady.

There is an azure flag in the ranks. On the flag, an eagle spreads its proud wings and entangles on it, hunting against the sea breeze, flamboyant and unrestrained.

When the chariots and horses galloped through the messy world of mortals, a howling sound suddenly rose from the convoy to the sky, and what echoed it was a snow-white eagle spreading its two giant wings covering the sky and covering the sun, standing on the majestic The Wanren mountain peak in the middle of the sea is coming straight to the sea in the wind.

Behind the eagle Hai Dongqing, a group of birds followed, wearing a bloody sunset, flying out of the fairy mountain mighty and mightily, pedestrians stopped and looked up, and saw the magnificent scene of a hundred birds facing the phoenix.

The carriage galloped, and the birds hovered around the convoy at high altitude, all the way was filled with crisp chirping of warblers and swallows and low chirping of hawks and falcons.

This is one of the few times - every rider in the convoy has a five-color flag pinned to his waist, but he will not wave the flag to recall the letter bird, and every letter bird in the Yufeng Pavilion does not have to be on time Xingxin, but Yaoyao followed the convoy happily playing in the clouds and flying, flying and racing.

Some people sang with their horses, and some birds sang softly. At this moment, both the owner and the birds were extremely happy.

However, at this time, there were uncertainties, for example, in one of the carriages, Yin Chenglan was staring at his little bird on the quilt.

"Why don't you go out and play with them?" Yin Chenglan couldn't help asking, looking at the little yellow-haired boy who refused to go out in his carriage as soon as he set off.

Ling Jiang was lying on the soft bed paved for the pavilion owner in the car, shaking his body slightly back and forth with the horse, thinking in his heart, they are not as fun as you.He dared to think or not to say it, so he said sullenly: "I don't want to go out."

Yin Chenglan immediately said, "But I want to be alone, okay?"

Ling Jiang opened his mouth to speak, but Yin Chenglan seemed to know what he was going to say, rubbed his forehead with a headache, and said first: "Forget it, just shut up."

The open little sharp mouth closed unwillingly, Yin Chenglan glanced at him, always felt that he seemed to be in trouble, and it was not easy to beat, scold... Anyway, he couldn't scold him, treat it better, and it's not okay Tweet and chirp, I'll call you twice, if you don't treat it well, it will give you a slap in the face, what kind of letter bird, the whole bird is right.

Yin Chenglan was silent, picked up a book, determined not to let this troublesome little yellow hair affect him, and lowered his eyes to read the book.

The golden light of the setting sun flashed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating half of Yin Chenglan's side face, outlining his handsome facial features. Lingjiang noticed that his eyelashes were long and curly, and when he lowered his eyes, the eyelashes swept out a patch of feathers in the corner of his eyes. It was pitch black, which made his eyes look extraordinarily deep.

Ling Jiang stared at Yin Chenglan's side face, calmly and fascinated, and slowly closed his eyes with this touching scene.

When Yin Chenglan found that the little yellow bird was asleep, the little yellow bird was already sleeping soundly.

The carriage tripped over a rock and jolted slightly, and the sleepy little bird turned over with the jolt, retracted its small wings, and rolled its paws upside down to Yin Chenglan's legs.

Yin Chenglan saw that its belly was bulging and round, with creamy yellow and soft fluff on its belly. Its claws were different from other birds. They were always clean and not covered with dirt. Glowing clear color.

It really likes to be clean, Yin Chenglan unknowingly moved his eyes away from the book, and looked at Lingjiang interestingly, it is really cute, it would be better if he didn't talk, Yin Chenglan thought, and rolled up the book , bent down and plucked the fluffy bird.

Ling Jiang was not asleep, but he was very comfortable in the environment where he could smell Yin Chenglan's breath. He didn't want to wake up, squinted his eyes lazily, and hummed: "...Yin Chenglan."

Yin Chenglan found his head and patted it lightly: "It's not big or small, call me Nineteenth Master."

Ling Jiang lazily followed the quilt, pounced on it, and lay on his knees: "Nineteen..."

After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the 'grandfather'.

At this time, Ling Jiang woke up a little, and found that the sky outside had completely darkened, but the inside of the car was not dark. Four round and moist night pearls were placed at the four corners of the car, emitting a milky white halo.

He stood up on his knees, with his little wings on his back, remembered something, and said seriously: "You never called me by my name."

Yin Chenglan was taken aback, and said in surprise: "You still have a name?" He stretched out his hand to pinch the bird ring on his bird's claw: "The number is [-]."

Ling Jiang didn't think that he didn't know what his name was, and he wanted to sulk, but then he thought about it, the address came from the custom of mortals, and everything has been nameless since ancient times, so he quickly forgave him, as if a little It's like they can't bear to be angry.

He stood up straight, puffed out his chest, and said seriously, "My name is Lingjiang."

Just as Yin Chenglan was about to call out, Ling Jiang raised his chin at him and said, "Call out and I'll listen."

"..."

So, the idea of ​​calling suddenly disappeared.

For this reason, Lingjiang was disappointed for a long time.

When it was time for dinner, the carriage stopped for half an hour on the official road in the wilderness, and all the accompanying birds in the sky fell into the cages they carried to eat.

Yin Chenglan saw Lingjiang suddenly fly up in the carriage, and then he pulled out his small wooden trough from a corner of the car, and landed in front of Yin Chenglan with his mouth in his mouth.

I don't know when it was hidden.

Yin Chenglan silently looked at the bird bowl that was pulled out from under his cloud couch, and the simple bird pattern on it looked at him. He endured and endured, and finally restrained his inner impulse, and filled the wooden trough with feed , did not put it on Lingjiang's head.

"Who gave you permission to put the trough here?"

"You're not allowed either."

Or put it on the head.

Ten days later, when they arrived at the southwest border, the carriages and horses suddenly put away the unfurled eagle flags, and more than half of the shadow guards hid silently in the dark. The team turned into an ordinary caravan overnight. The carriages piled high and covered with tarpaulins followed slowly, and the shadow of Yufeng Pavilion could hardly be seen from the outside.

Qi Ying appeared out of nowhere, dressed in gray coarse cloth with a short skirt, and rode in front on horseback.Lian Presse changed into silk and satin, and stuck a beard on his lips. He followed the front of the carriage and horses, and rode crookedly on the horse, looking around.

Going back for another six days, crossing the Xianglai River, crossing the Damin Mountains, and finally arrived at the pass heavily guarded in the southwest, passing through this pass, and walking another [-] miles, we finally arrived at the hinterland of the thirteen towns in the southwest. .

However, Meixie Forest is located in a barren mountain and deep valley that does not need to enter the Southwest City.

Ling Jiang stood by the small window in the carriage and looked out through the gap in the curtains. He didn't know why Yin Chenglan insisted on entering the city, but the man was extremely silent after entering the southwest region, which made Ling Jiang feel a little uncomfortable. He vaguely guessed that he went to the city because of the person he was going to meet on this trip.

The city gate was guarded by heavy soldiers, which was a rare sight. The officers and soldiers lined up from the gate to the outside of the city, and there were teams patrolling back and forth around the city. This battle was comparable to that of the imperial capital.

Sure enough, as soon as they arrived downstairs at the city gate, they were stopped by interrogating soldiers.

A third-rank school lieutenant had a wide-faced long knife across his waist, and walked over with a stern expression: "Caravan?"

With this person's rank guarding the pass, he is really overqualified, so he glanced at the embroidery pattern on his shoulder, jumped off his horse, and walked over with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Jun, we came from the north to do some tea business. .”

He looked bewilderedly at the people who lined up at the gate of the city to be interrogated, and said, "What's going on? We came here a few days ago, and it wasn't like this."

The lieutenant frowned, waved his hand, and asked someone to check their convoy, and glanced at him impatiently: "The government is doing a routine inspection, do I need to tell you?"

Pressing the song, he hurriedly said twice, and the smile on his lips became brighter. Seeing the officers and soldiers coming from the carriage pulling the goods, he asked, "Master, can we go?"

The school lieutenant looked sternly, swept his face around, and suddenly walked towards the two carriages in the convoy.

Before they got there, Yan Chu and Ji Yushan had already lifted the curtain and stepped down from the car in front of them.

The captain checked the identities of the two of them and returned the customs clearance documents to them. Then, he finally fixed his eyes on the carriage behind.

Lian followed the song and walked two steps quickly to stand in front of him, while talking, he took out a piece of gold leaf and stuffed it into the captain's arms, and said in a slightly pleading voice: "Master, there is my wife sitting there, she is suffering from wind and cold, don't worry about it." It’s convenient to come out to meet people, please do it.”

The lieutenant gouged out his face, as if he had sensed something, he slammed Lian Song away, strode to the front of the car, and opened the curtain.

Ling Jiang heard the voice in the car, and was ready to peck at the other party when he called out. Just as he was vigilantly flapping his wings and hiding in the corner of the car door, about to rush out like a fur ball, a hand came from behind. He fished it into his arms, and at the same time, the light shone into the carriage.

The little yellow bird in his hand was tensely stretched into a stone statue, but Yin Chenglan sat quietly in the car, smiling at everyone who came by.

The lieutenant opened his eyes wide, with an indescribably shocked expression on his face. He was still standing upright, but it seemed as if he had been struck by lightning, his lips trembled faintly, and something was almost blurted out from his clenched throat.

Yin Chenglan shook his head loudly at him.

The lieutenant's throat clearly rolled several times, and the veins stretched out around his neck, he held it back with difficulty, and finally swallowed it back.

After a moment of distraction, he slowly lowered the curtain and said a word, but his voice became inexplicably hoarse.

"Madam, I apologize for the inconvenience caused by routine work."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head, with an indifferent expression on his face, and raised his voice to the officers and soldiers guarding the city gate: "Let go."

When the chariots and horses passed the arched city gate, the light and shadow in the chariot dimmed. Lingjiang was held in Yin Chenglan's hand, and a small ball just lay in his palm. Lingjiang shrank unnaturally, looking for a comfortable place. Lying down in a good posture, he whispered, "Is that your man?"

Yin Chenglan didn't speak, he sat in the dark and couldn't see any expressions clearly.

Ling Jiang asked again: "Why do you need to disguise yourself? Are you shameless?"

Yin Chenglan patted his little furry head with the other hand, and said casually, "What nonsense."

Ling Jiang said: "That means you can't see people, and you can't see someone here. Since you are avoiding people in the government, that person has nothing to do with the government. Lord Nineteen, am I right?"

Passing through the city gate, the bustle of the market seeped into the car from all directions, however, Lingjiang felt a chill in an instant.

He looked up at Yin Chenglan's indifferent eyes, and his heart sank little by little.

There is an airtight window in front of this person, and people can only see his blurred figure through the window paper. When someone tries to open the window, even if it is just a gap, they will be severely blocked and rejected. He is used to hiding In the dark corner, no one is allowed to explore his subtle emotions, intervene in his secret pain and memories.

Originally, Ling Jiang could love his face wholeheartedly and purely, and followed his outstanding taming skills, but the closer he was to him, the more he wanted to peel off his unreal cloak, and see clearly the unknown and obscure things in his flesh and blood. Lingjiang also wanted to put his heart in broad daylight and show Yin Chenglan clearly what he was thinking and who he was thinking about.

But Lingjiang knew that even if he did this, Yin Chenglan would not believe it.

Yin Chenglan didn't answer his question, but picked up Lingjiang, hung it in front of his eyes, and said in a slow and meaningful tone: "You are very smart, but things will always be reversed. Not everyone likes this kind of smartness."

Ling Jiang honestly let him carry it, looked into his dark eyes, and asked seriously: "Do you like it? I just want you to like it."

Yin Chenglan seldom saw such a straightforward question, so he couldn't help but smiled, but he didn't get to the bottom of his eyes. He shook the little yellow bird back and forth, and threw it on the couch in front of him: "If you want me to like you, you'll be smarter." Just a little."

Immediately, the carriage and horse turned into a remote alley and stopped in front of a secluded courtyard.

When leaving the carriage, Yin Chenglan stopped Lian Song to help him, and turned his head to the side of the little yellow bird who was thinking and said: "What should be said, what should not be said, you better have a weigh in your heart."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lingjiang to speak, he jumped up, his sleeves billowing like ink waves, and in the blink of an eye, he left the carriage and landed on the wheelchair waiting in front of the carriage, raised his hand slightly: "Go in."

The curtain of the car was blown up by the wind, Ling Jiang looked at the back of Yin Chenglan leaving, his shoulders relaxed, his little wings drooped listlessly, he took a breath, and said to himself: "You are really difficult."