Grandpa is such a bird

To celebrate their return, a grand banquet was held in the Xuemo tribe. A bright bonfire burned blazingly under the night. Xiangli collided, bursting into laughter.

Yin Chenglan looked at his mother's smile through the bright fireworks, her silver hair shone brightly in the firelight, Yin Qingyi was holding a wine cup and talking to the tall and taciturn man beside her, she didn't know what she said, and Su He's eyebrows twitched The ravine became shallower, and her tightly pursed lips curled up.

Yin Chenglan couldn't help but also smiled slightly, Su He seemed to be aware of it, turned his head to meet his gaze, Yin Chenglan nodded politely, Su He raised his wine glass to respect him from the air.

Thank you for protecting her.

Thank you for being with her.

Yin Chenglan finished drinking the tea in his hand, turned and left.

It's time for him to get out of here.

Yin Chenglan looked around, but didn't see Ling Jiang's figure, and the little bird almost ignored him after he came out of the underground palace.

Yin Chenglan smiled wryly, feeling that the tea made just now made his heart bitter and astringent.

Manipulating a wheelchair and searching around outside the tribe, he still did not see Lingjiang. In the night, the pine tree canopy was like an umbrella, and bathed in the moonlight flying like a waterfall, Yin Chenglan sat alone for a while, turned and left disappointed.

A voice suddenly came from behind 'Gudong'.

Yin Chenglan paused, turned the wheelchair around, and saw nothing, only the grassland wind blowing across the soft grass, the pine branches swaying gently in the wind, his hand hanging in his sleeve rubbed the armrest of the wheelchair, as if feeling Si looked up at the thick and lush pine needles.

There was a big bird's nest among the pine leaves like a green carpet. Just as he was looking around, there was a sound of swallowing, and Yin Chenglan saw a wine jar hanging on a branch not far from the bird's nest. There is a thin straw extending from the mouth into the bird's nest.

Yin Chenglan asked tentatively, "Lingjiang?"

The grass pole next to the bird's nest moved, and Yin Chenglan's eyes were delighted, and he saw a little yellow bird with a messy top and dull fur.

It held the straw in its light yellow beak, squinted its eyes slightly, looked at the people under the tree, sucked the wine jar on the treetop, and before Yin Chenglan could speak, it slid down the wings of the little yellow bird to the left. From the right came out two smaller birds with thrush-like eyes.

The two little birds were hugged by the little yellow bird with its wings, singing softly.

Like the old man, the little yellow bird patted the pair of little bird sisters with his small wings, and looked coldly at the man under the tree with the straw in his mouth.

Yin Chenglan stepped back a little on the hillside and saw the scene in the bird's nest clearly.

"..."

What is this, a whoring scene?

Yin Chenglan didn't know what expression he should show. It was obvious that the "scene" was very funny, but he couldn't laugh at all. Looking at the little yellow bird hugging left and right, although he was not human, his jealousy still gushed out like a flood that opened the gate come out.

He thought to himself, has he become so perverted that he even eats the bird's vinegar? After thinking about it carefully, this vinegar is what he should eat, so he lowered his voice and said, "Lingjiang, come down, I... ..I have something to say."

Ling Jiang put his arms around the little sister, squinted his round eyes, spit out the straw in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, as if soaked in spirits, "Do you want to detoxify?"

The corners of Yin Chenglan's eyes drooped, Lingjiang saw it sharply, his heart twitched, and he said coldly: "In that case, let's go, I don't want to see you."

After speaking, he fell back and lay back with his arms around the pair of little birds.

Yin Chenglan waited under the tree for a long time, and Lingjiang never showed up again.

Three days later, Yin Chenglan bid farewell to Yin Qingyi and set off for the Central Plains.

Before leaving, Yin Qingyi returned the hair satin Lingjiang gave her to Yin Chenglan: "You always look at it."

Yin Chenglan stroked the smooth feathers at both ends of the ribbon, and there was an indescribable loneliness in his eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled bitterly: "Mother, after this farewell, I'm afraid we will see you again in the next life."

Yin Qingyi's eyes turned red: "Lan'er, you..."

Yin Chenglan didn't dare to wait for her to continue, and said, "Mother, I can't hurt him."

As long as he thought of peeling the flesh from Lingjiang's body and pulling out his bones, Yin Chenglan felt that he was about to suffocate.There seemed to be a knife on the tip of his heart, and once he lifted it, he stabbed him in the heart, bloody, more painful than death.

Yin Qingyi covered his face and sobbed, not knowing how to persuade him, Yin Chenglan steered the wheelchair forward, and gently hugged her into his arms.

Outside the warbler flies and the grass grows, but he is like an autumn squirrel, see you someday, and wait for the next life.

The chariots and horses were already waiting outside. Yin Chenglan left the tent and saw Ling Jiang standing outside. He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

"you……"

Ling Jiang didn't look at him, and walked into the tent.

Say goodbye to Yin Qingyi who almost became the mother-in-law.

Yin Chenglan smiled behind him, his Lingjiang is the best bird in the world.

However, he was not moved for too long, and he made eye contact with the two little bird sisters in mid-air.

The little sister grabbed Lingjiang's little bundle and looked at him innocently.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

This heartless quail!Before he died, he started looking for birds, even two!

The horse-drawn carriage left two roads on its way home in the green grassy north of Xinjiang. The bells were ringing along the way, and the green smoke from the Xuemo tribe dissipated under the blue sky. Yin Chenglan looked from afar, as if he had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world. The mother burst into tears at the end of the distance, and he went all the way south to bid farewell to her world.

Lian Pressed the song to drive the carriage, grabbed two pieces of grass and put them against his lips.

A song "Returning Wild Goose" euphemistically entered Hu Tian in northern Xinjiang.

Yin Chenglan sat in the carriage, closed his eyes, the dark eyelashes outlined the corners of the eyes with moist water vapor.

He knew he would not live long.

On the roof of another carriage, the little yellow bird stood facing the wind, remembering the conversation with Yin Qingyi in the tent.

He walked in, lifted his robe and knelt down.

"Please, let him detoxify."

Yin Qingyi burst into tears: "Lingjiang, don't you know the reason why he refused to detoxify?"

The young man straightened his shoulders: "I know, but I wish I had to know."

Yin Qingyi: "You are all good boys."

Ling Jiang: "I can't stand watching him leave me anymore."

……

Seven or eight days later, the poison in Yin Chenglan's body suddenly broke out, and he vomited blood continuously, which was much more severe than the previous surge of Qi and blood.

Fortunately, Yan Chu was by his side, and quickly inserted a silver crochet needle into the eight large holes, and let him drink half of the cold perfume, and then suppressed the toxicity.

Yin Chenglan saw Lingjiang's frightened and desperate expression before he fell into a coma, grabbed him with pale hands, and said with a sigh of relief: "You are not allowed..." The last few words turned into murmurs and disappeared between the bloodless lips .

This blackout lasted for half a month. Lian Songe was supposed to go to Southwest to meet Qiying, seeing this situation, he had no choice but to turn halfway and go back to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors with Yan Chu.

It is early spring in the divine doctor, Gu Zhong.

They temporarily lived in a small courtyard named Xunxiang in the back mountain.

When Yin Chenglan was unconscious, for a period of time, Lingjiang carried a sharp boning knife with him, and sat beside Yin Chenglan's bed, sharpening the knife with a washing stone gloomily between his brows.

Lian Presse looked at him tremblingly, afraid that he might not notice in a blink of an eye that an extra finger bone came out of the master's mouth.

As Yin Chenglan fell into a coma day by day, the irritability in Lingjiang's eyes deepened day by day, and the more he pressed the song, the more frightened he became, and finally he couldn't help but go to Yan Chu.

After Yan Chu came, he said: "You don't have to worry too much, after the last attack, he is really helpless."

Looking at the gloomy boning knife in his hand, he said: "It is the bones on your body that were sent to you that can detoxify, otherwise the rest are useless. You know that Hanxiang blood is in the brain of the strange snake, you know Where is that bone?"

Ling Jiang didn't know that he was the first to be created, and he had personally seen Pan Qi create other generals, but he didn't know where the things he gave him were.

Yan Chu said: "If you don't know, don't be impatient. After I explain what is written on the stone slips, maybe you will know, so don't make trouble now."

Ling Jiang lowered his eyes, dropped the crescent-shaped boning knife, turned into a little yellow bird, and fell on Yin Chenglan's chest in a daze.

Yan Chu returned to his own courtyard, continued to study the stone slips brought back from the underground palace, went out with him according to the song, sat opposite him, looked at it for a while, and said, "Master Yan, don't you think that what you just said was a bit too much?" Well, Grandpa has been in a coma, and Lingjiang is also worried, he would rather cut off his own bones to save Grandpa, although it is rough and simple, but I think he is a man, so how can it be said that it is adding trouble."

Yan Chu looked at him mockingly: "If you don't like my talking, don't let me go."

Lian Song's face darkened.

Yan Chu rolled up his sleeves, lay down on the stone slips, traced the words on it, and said, "If you don't say that, how can you stop him from trying to break his arms and legs?"

After pressing the song repeatedly, he looked at the complicated ancient characters on the stone slips: "What is written on it? How much do you understand?"

Yan Chu pointed to a line of writing on the stone slip: "It says that Buddha Fire Phoenix has another name."

Lian pressed the song for a moment, and said, "What is it?"

Yan Chu read: "Buddha Fire Phoenix, also known as Buddha Fire Little Phoenix."

Double-click the song: "..."

What kind of fucking nickname is this!

Yan Chu stroked his chin and said, "This name still fits Lingjiang's image."

Double-click the song: "..."

Is there a difference?

Yan Chu said thoughtfully: "This is the word that Pan Qi rubbed down with his own hands. It is Pan Qi's nickname for Lingjiang..."

He suddenly turned around and said, "Tell me, what does Pan Qi think about this god created by himself? Where will the bone he gave him be placed in the Buddha fire?"

The day Yin Chenglan woke up, the weather was fine, and the poison boiling in his bones and blood lurked back again, and he felt an unprecedented relaxation in his body.

Opening his eyes, he saw the bird on his chest rising and falling with his breathing. Yin Chenglan smiled slightly and reached out to touch Lingjiang.

The little yellow bird raised its head, revealing two little heads under its spread wings, which were the little sisters Thrush.

Yin Chenglan: "..."

He looked at the faces of the three birds, and suddenly felt stagnant, and said hoarsely: "For the sake of my few days to live, don't be mad at me, okay?"

Ling Jiang didn't speak, the messy bird feathers set him off extremely vicissitudes.

Yin Chenglan said: "I miss you so much, let me hug you, okay?"

Ling Jiang felt a lot of grievances in his heart. He stared at him blankly, still silent, but he took on a human form and lay down beside him with his back to him.

Yin Chenglan stretched out an arm, wrapped it around his waist, pressed his arched back tightly to his chest, counted his prominent spine because of his thinness, and closed his eyes again with a smile.

Just hugging like this, Yin Chenglan has died without regrets.