Grandpa is such a bird

The green gauze curtain in the room was lifted by the wind, and it danced softly and gracefully in the wind. A face was reflected in Lingjiang's small round eyes. That face was born somehow, handsome and striking, and extraordinarily handsome. If the chief executive's song is considered good-looking, then Yin Chenglan is a hundred times more beautiful than him.

His shoulders are broad and straight, making him look imposing, and his facial features are as clear as carvings, his sword eyebrows are slanted, and his eyes are like cold stars. When he looks at people, his eyes are quite resolute, his pupils are pitch black, deep and almost sharp, but He is not sharp and arrogant, but like a sword handed down from ancient times, its sharpness is restrained, leaving only a calm and elegant demeanor.

Ling Jiang was almost bewildered, he obviously didn't expect Yin Chenglan to look like this.

Before he came, what he was thinking about was this person's bird training skills. Now that he saw the real person, he actually forgot whether he should train birds or not. It's all 'he looks like this'.

Lian Pressing Song pushed Yin Chenglan to the desk, Ling Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Yin Chenglan was actually sitting in a green wheelchair.

He suddenly remembered that the houses, pavilions, and poultry houses in Yufeng Pavilion had no thresholds.

Ling Jiang didn't know how to describe the person in front of him. It was like discovering a sword hidden in the cinnabar. First, he could see the clear outline of the sword body, the sharp blade, and feel the sharpness and sharpness of the ancient sword. Little by little, he stroked away the remaining cinnabar until he held it in his hand, and finally saw that the ancient sword was broken.

He regretted breaking the sword, but felt vaguely that even if it was broken in half, the remaining blade could easily cut off all the magical weapons in the world.

The complete ancient sword is too strong, too sharp, too lonely, and it will overthrow the world when it rushes into the world, but the Broken Sword is incomplete, restrained, restrained, and hides its sharpness in regrets. Even if it is born, it can protect Kyushu from wind and rain Peaceful.

This is the first impression that Yin Chenglan gave Ling Jiang.

The little yellow bird hanging upside down on the eaves fell into the ups and downs of contemplation for a long time, so long that it didn't notice that Ji Yushan had finished talking to Yin Chenglan, and was holding his hand to his lips and coughing meaningfully.

"Ahem, I'm done talking." Ji Yushan glanced at the half-opened window, and raised his tone slightly: "I'm done talking, ahem."

Yin Chenglan in front of him looked at him intently, and after every time Ji Yushan said 'I'm done', he replied politely: "Okay, Mr. Lao Ji is here."

Ji Yushan laughed dryly: "I'm really done talking, I don't have anything to say."

Yin Chenglan looked at him with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Ji finished talking, and Mr. Ji is here."

Ji Yushan was about to vomit blood in such a hurry, and seeing that he was about to open the door to see off the guests even after pressing the song, he suddenly walked to a window in two steps at a time, and pushed it away suddenly under the gaze of two pairs of eyes: "I really mean It's over!"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a flash of something on the eaves, and it fell straight onto the window sill.

Yin Chenglan raised his eyebrows, looked from behind Ji Yushan, and saw a little yellow bird sprawled on the window sill, its body was bulging, the feathers on its wings were in a mess, and the feathers on its head were also in a mess , he hardly dared to admit that it was a bird, and thought it was a stupid quail that fell from the sky.

Seeing Lingjiang, Ji Yushan finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "I'm done, I'll take my leave first." He walked out the door, and when he was about to reach the door, he turned his head and said, "Wouldn't you even see the manager?"

Then Lian Song was sent away in a daze, leaving behind Pavilion Master Yin and Quail... No, Ling Jiang peeped at each other.

Immediately, Yin Chenglan withdrew his gaze, relaxed his body and leaned back on the wheelchair, took a book in his lap and began to read it.

Ling Jiang finally came back to his senses, he slowly climbed up from the window sill, spread his small wings and fluttered twice, shaking the fur all over his body, remembering to raise his claws to grab the stupid hair on the top of his head twice, and then opened The claw-shaped little claw stepped over the edge of the window and walked to the desk placed by the window sill.

Yin Chenglan glanced at the little bird's movements from the corner of his eye, but didn't say a word, he just thought it was a little funny, and thought to himself, even the old fox who pressed the song, the level setting is a fart, so that such a stupid thing can fly up.

Ling Jiang stood still by the table, raised his head to look at the man awkwardly, he didn't know what was wrong with him, he originally planned to be unable to utter a word, as long as his eyes fell on Yin Chenglan, it would be like sugar syrup Sticking, at the same time, all the senses in his body seemed to be useless, all his eyes were focused on his eyes, and he couldn't speak, so he could only just stare at him.

Lian pressed the song to open the door and came in, and saw the bird on the table at a glance: "Where did it come from? Hey, there are anklets, and they are from the pavilion."

Yin Chenglan glanced at him with a half-smile: "I vaguely remember that someone assured me that even a sparrow could not fly out of the checkpoint he set."

Seeing the stupid look of the little yellow bird with straight brows and staring eyes, Lian Presse said: "I guess it hit it by mistake, I'll get it down." Then he went to catch Lingjiang.

As soon as his hand touched the little yellow bird, the bird suddenly raised its eyes and looked at him.

Its eyes were dark, with a bit of clear light, but at that moment, Lian Pressing Ge caught it off guard and looked at it, but clearly felt the chill flashing through those small round eyes.

After pressing the song for a moment, the little yellow bird easily slipped away from his hand, stood at the corner of the table with its head held high, stared at him defensively, and whispered: "Wait, I have something to say."

Lian pressed the song and turned back suddenly: "Did you hear that?"

Yin Chenglan didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on Lingjiang.

Afraid that he would be in a daze when he saw the Pavilion Master, Ling Jiang purposely turned his head away and did not meet his gaze, but he felt the man's deep scrutiny on him.

Ling Jiang couldn't help standing up straighter, and he hesitated for a moment, then turned around Yuanyuan's small body hesitantly, and said, "I... want to ask you if you would like to train me."

After he finished speaking, the room fell into an eerie silence.

Lian Ange looked at Lingjiang, then looked back at Yin Chenglan. After a while, he said in confusion, "I've never seen a bird of this species that can learn tongues."

Yin Chenglan was more blunt: "I have never seen this breed."

Such a lump is round and bulging, shaped like a quail, clumsy and clumsy.

Yin Chenglan closed the book, looked at Lingjiang, tapped the book cover with his slender fingers, and sang to Lian An thoughtfully: "Go check its anklets and see which one it belongs to, let its master have it. Come and say something in person, don't hide behind a bird and spread the word."

Lingjiang heard that he thought he was sent by the bird trainer to pass the message, but he didn't expect that he himself could speak the human language, so he explained to Yin Chenglan in a particularly good-tempered manner: "I don't want to pass the message, I just came in person ask you."

Yin Chenglan laughed, and said to Lian Song: "How does this little thing's ability to learn tongues compare to your mynah?"

Lian Pressing Song looked at Lingjiang, but said to Yin Chenglan: "Of course my eighth master is better."

They asked and answered as if nothing was happening, and they didn't take Lingjiang seriously at all. Lingjiang's eyes froze slightly, and he didn't explain. He said coldly, "That's because you have short-sightedness and haven't seen me before."

Lian Song was surprised, "The tone is quite similar, but I didn't know there was such an interesting character in Yufeng Pavilion."

Ling Jiang stood aside and said to him: "There are many things you don't know, such as me."

In the Yufeng Pavilion, Lian Presse was under Yin Chenglan alone and above ten thousand birds. He had never heard such rude words before, so he said: "I am polite to you, but you are not polite to me. Look at you You look like a bird, even if you think about it, your master has said many bad things about me behind my back."

Ling Jiang looked at him indifferently: "Don't worry too much, I usually don't bother to talk to you at all."

That's right, according to Ji Yushan's words, apart from Yin Chenglan and food, there is nothing that can make Lingjiang Shaoxia make waves.

Lian Presse felt that he was angry with a bird, and the smile on his face became brighter, but secretly he thought that when he found the bird trainer behind this little little bird, he would definitely not be able to spare him.

Yin Chenglan heard one person and one bird chattering in his ears, but his eyes never left Lingjiang for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly found that this little bird was not as stupid as he saw just now, but extremely agile. Every time he speaks, his eyes must first turn to the person. Like a conversation between people, the small round eyes show the same indifference, disdain, ridicule, and disgust as what he said.

It's hard for him to see so many things from those two black bean-sized eyes.

Yin Chenglan rolled up the book and rubbed it in his hands. He thought of something, and opened his mouth in thought, interrupting the endless exchange of one person and one bird.

"You said, if you don't pass on the words, you came here in person... What do you mean, you understand the human language, not learn the tongue?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ling Jiang fell silent, and rubbed one claw-shaped claw against the other, his eyes wandering back and forth.

Lian Pressing was so angry that he was about to grit his teeth, and said in shock: "The master behind this thing must be talking bad about me. After teaching this thing to learn, I don't believe that a bird can have such sharp teeth."

Seeing that the little yellow bird was silent, Yin Chenglan thought he had misread it, and just about to shake his head and smile, he heard Lingjiang hum awkwardly.

This time, the two big men in the room were finally surprised.

There are no wonders in the world, and there is another sentence that is more appropriate. It is said that when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and the forest in Yufeng Pavilion is big enough, and there are enough birds. I can understand it, but no matter how special a bird is, such as a deformed bird with two heads and four claws, it is not as shocking as a bird that can speak human.

After all, Yin Chenglan's [-] eagles out of one Haidongqing's eagle is not so magical that he can understand human nature and speak human language.

So even though Ling Jiang admitted that he was very talented, Yin Chenglan and Lian Presse still didn't believe it.

Especially the head manager of the house who also has a talking mynah in the house.

Knowing that this person confused himself with that kind of clumsy bird, Lingjiang snorted disdainfully and ignored him.

Yin Chenglan smiled and smiled, Lingjiang turned his head when he heard the sound, and was caught off guard by a handsome face.

He immediately blushed, and with a coquettish little hair on his head, he blinked hard and looked at Yin Chenglan.

The latter let him watch, sitting upright without moving, quite majestic.

Seeing a person and a bird in the room staring at each other strangely, he pressed the song and said, "You don't really believe that this little thing can talk like a human, do you?"

Yin Chenglan said: "Besides believing, do you have a better verification method?"

Even pressing the words of the song, he paused, and said unwillingly: "The eighth master in my room can also talk. When you see it, you will know that this little thing is really very likely to be taught."

Yin Chenglan raised his lips, his smile was not obvious, his every move was full of the charm of a mature man, he was not impetuous, not anxious, his speech and behavior revealed the just right after years of precipitation, and said: "Do you think I have seen Not as many birds as you?"

He pressed the song and hurriedly said no, Yin Chenglan has been fond of birds since he was a child, and there are countless varieties in his hands. If not, it would be impossible to build this huge Yufeng Pavilion single-handedly. The species he said he has never seen before are absolutely unique Most people have never seen it, and at the same time, the birds he judged are probably not wrong.

But even pressing the song is unwilling.

Yin Chenglan said: "How about this, you bring your eighth master up, and compare it with it, and see which one is as eloquent as a tongue."

He said that out of politeness, he glanced at Lingjiang, as if asking for his approval.

Seeing him, Lingjiang felt that his head was hot, and he was almost unconscious. He rubbed his two claws one by one, and said in a soft voice that he had never had before: "Whatever."

So, Lian Pressing Song immediately went back to the house to invite his eighth master.