Grandpa is such a bird

He couldn't find the little bird egg even after pressing the song, regretted that he didn't eat for several days, and stood by Yin Chenglan's bedside with a vicissitudes of life. He didn't know how to explain to Yin Chenglan and Lingjiang, and even made plans Apologize with death.

Finally, there was movement in the bird's nest on the table.

The little yellow bird, which had been bandaged several times, opened its eyes silently.

It flapped its wings in the nest, trying to stand up.

Hearing the movement, he quickly walked over according to the song and said: "Don't move, your injury is still not healed."

The bird's spine was connected with nerves, and when it moved, it felt a bone-piercing pain, and it lost its strength and fell back, watching Lian Song with its small black eyes.

"Do you want to eat something? Yan Chu said that you have lost too much blood and cannot drink water."

Lian pressed the song and took a step towards the table. At this step, he suddenly noticed something strange—it was the way the little yellow bird looked at him.

That kind of frightened gaze that he had never seen on Lingjiang before.

When did Ling Jiang, who was arrogant and arrogant, ever show such a gaze?

There was a deep wrinkle between Song Ge's eyebrows, the brows were locked, and he didn't calm down for a long time. He let himself calm down, went out and called Yan Chu and Ji Yushan in, and then washed his face with the cold water in the courtyard , and then went in again.

In the room, Yan Chu and Ji Yushan stood three steps away from the table, confronting the little yellow bird in the bird's nest made of straw on the table.

Lian pressed the song and walked to Yan Chu's side, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with him?"

Yan Chu just came out of the pharmacy, with a bitter smell of medicine on his sleeves. He collected eight kinds of natural treasures, half of which were fed to Yin Chenglan, and the other half had to be refined into the final antidote. Let Yin Chenglan take it again, and it can be regarded as completely detoxifying the poison in his body.

Yan Chu patted the powder on the corner of his clothes, looked at the vigilant little bird in his eye sockets, and said, "The amputated vertebra is the divine bone Pan Qi gave to Lingjiang. We guessed that after taking out the divine bone, he can no longer transform into a human being... ...Now it seems that perhaps even his wits have been withdrawn, and he is probably no different from an ordinary bird now."

That is to say, the little yellow hair will no longer gag and bicker with them, can no longer understand what they say, can no longer transform into a human being, and live like a human being.

From then on, he was just an ordinary bird in the world, living ignorantly, only pecking and flying.

Lian Presse's pupils shrank, and he supported a chair behind him as if he couldn't stand, he said with a dry smile: "Huangmao, stop making trouble, the master is still waiting for you, if he wakes up and sees you With this look, how do you teach him to take the medicine made with your blood and bones with peace of mind?"

The little yellow bird looked indifferent.

Lian pressed the song and covered his chest, feeling really distressed: "Huangmao, don't do this, the balls are lost, the master is unconscious, if you do this again, you will...just..."

The little yellow bird glanced at him, and tried to stand up with its wings propped up on the ground. It tried it, and then went back with a heavy load, the bandage wrapped around its back was bleeding.

"He seems to want to leave all the time, what should we do?" Ji Yushan looked at Lingjiang worriedly.

The little yellow bird stood up stubbornly three or four times, the wound on its body burst open, it didn't seem to know the pain, and it was still struggling to walk, this energy to die outside was like those ignorant and extremely persistent birds and beasts .

Finally, it couldn't bear the serious injury on its body, fell back again and fell into a coma.

Yan Chu stepped forward and peeled off the blood-stained bandage, and quickly changed his hands and feet into clean ones.

The bird's wings were still fluttering in a coma, Yan Chu frowned and said: "It's better to find a cage, he doesn't know us now, once he recovers from his injuries, he might run away."

Lian Presse had tried countless times to lock up Lingjiang and throw it far away, so as not to worry about dangling in front of his eyes, but when something really happened and asked him to do it, he didn't dare, because he had someone who wanted to be loyal Master, no matter how badass he is on weekdays, he would not dare to touch Master Nineteen.

What's more, Lingjiang has deep love and righteousness, breaking bones to save people, and saving his master, even if he is so kind to him, it is even impossible to lock Lingjiang up with a cage.

However, Yan Chu's expectations were good, and he couldn't hold on to the song all night. When he woke up the next morning, the little yellow bird was gone.

Green herbs are swaying in the valley of miracle doctors, and the morning dew rolls down from the crescent-shaped willow leaves, dripping with a thud on a yellow apricot-sized head.

In the weeds, the little yellow bird struggled to look up at the distant sky, and in the clear flowing clouds, there was a flying bird with a smooth body like a line.

It fluttered its wings and found that it could no longer fly, and it was very difficult to even walk.

The little yellow bird silently looked up at the sky, stared blankly for a while, then lowered its head and searched around, found a tree branch that was as long as a finger, fished it out, put it under its little wings, and made it into a walking stick , propping it up and walking.

The Asakusa without horseshoes is very high for it. The little yellow bird doesn't know where it is going. It walks and sniffs in the grass. After walking for a while, it can't walk anymore, so it squats on the ground and curls up in a ball to relieve the pressure on the spine. , using its small cane to poke and draw on the ground.

The morning sun gradually rose above the head, and then slanted westward a little bit, sinking into the top of the mountain, bordering a fiery golden satin on the horizon.

After a long walk in the grass, after a lazy meow, the little yellow bird caught off guard and looked at a pair of amber cat eyes.

The chubby wild orange cat saw the little yellow bird, purred excitedly in its throat, and leaped lightly to the little yellow bird.

The little yellow bird was taken aback, and immediately crossed its small cane to block in front of him,

The wild cat purred and sniffed the little yellow bird with its orange nose, its eyes showed a little doubt.

It stretched out its tongue and licked the little yellow bird, half of the little yellow bird's body was wet, retracted its tongue and licked it, and even tasted the smell of its own cat fur.

So the wild cat squatted down and meditated.

The little yellow bird looked up at it, and saw that the wild cat didn't respond, so it retracted its crutches and continued walking.

As soon as he took a step, the wild cat suddenly grabbed it, galloped up and down in the grass several times, and returned to its nest in the blink of an eye.

The wild cat threw the little yellow bird into the nest, pressed its paws on the little yellow bird's back, and carefully licked its head.

It didn't know that the cat's eyes were dim, and because of the smell of the cat's fur, it actually regarded the little yellow bird as a wild cub that it didn't know when it had sex, and licked the little bird.

The little yellow bird was injured and couldn't struggle, so he squatted silently in the cat's nest, letting the stupid orange lick its bald skin.

It couldn't escape the cat's claws, so it could only try to squat comfortably, twisted its little butt, and dug out the thing that had been resting on it.

Just as he was about to throw it out, he accidentally glanced at it and found that it was the little bird egg that he had been looking for all day.

The little bird's egg was warm all over, exuding the lazy warmth of the orange cat.

The little yellow bird raised its claws, tapped lightly on the eggshell, and leaned close to the shell to listen to the echo inside.

Low and thick mixed with a touch of crisp.

......

Is this ripe or not?

Forget it, it can't hear it anyway, just find it.

The little yellow bird hugged its egg and sat blankly on Fat Orange, looking at the sky and then at the egg after a while.

In fact, he didn't recognize them, but he lost his divine power, he couldn't transform into a human being, and he couldn't talk to people, leaving a long stretch of memory in his mind.

He is just an ordinary bird now, what use are those memories to him.

Holding the egg, Ling Jiang remembered what Yin Chenglan said that day - so it can only be a pet, that's all.

There was a feeling of bitterness in my heart.

He can even take his life, how can that person mind that he is just a bird.

Silently holding the bird's egg, she loaded it backwards onto the soft cat's belly, and stuffed the bird's egg under the cat's belly again. Seeing the scarred and uneven fur on the cat's belly, she felt very embarrassed.

Why is the hair so uneven, eh?

With a movement of his little wings, Ling Jiang turned his head and saw a pointed head of the egg that was just stuffed in.

As if peeking at him.

Ling Jiang said: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

See what to see, hatch your eggs.

Eggy couldn't speak, and rolled towards him curiously.

Ling Jiang said: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

Annoying, just like your father. "

The quail eggs didn't move and looked pitiful.

The fat orange cat fell asleep, turned its head and licked both the bird and the egg.

Ling Jiang wiped his saliva and saw that the ball was dripping wet and glowing. He wiped the saliva on the ball in a dispirited manner, and said to himself in a voice that only birds could understand: "I gave birth to you!" For such a beautiful egg, you still think that I will be just a bird in the future, you really deserve to be beaten."

Thinking of this, Ling Jiang paused, then suddenly bowed his head and said, "Did you think so too? Beat him up?"

Egg didn't say anything.

The egg silently exudes a lustrous light.

There was a flash of light in Lingjiang Xiaohei's eyes, his brain, which was not as big as a walnut, was already full of swords, swords and swords.

He had never been wronged like this.

The egg was laid, the life was given, and the bird was put to sleep, so why not?

No, he didn't say it, but that's what Yin Chenglan meant when he was hesitant to say anything.

Ling Jiang felt extremely uncomfortable. He looked at the egg on one side and the little crutch on the other, and thought, why not let him detoxify first, and beat him to death after the detoxification is complete.

In the Valley of Divine Doctors, the only peach tree grows inlaid on the cliff of the valley. At this time, the delicate buds of the tree are growing from the dew, and the buds are brightly pink, and they are ready to bloom all over the mountains on a good day.

On the day Yin Chenglan woke up, a petal fell from the peach tree on the cliff.

The early spring sun shone in from outside the house. In the warm yellow light, Yan Chu tied him into a hedgehog with a silver crochet needle, and then pulled out the bloody ones one by one. The blood is also non-toxic.

He said: "Take a few more patches, and you will be able to completely detoxify."

The unshaven Lian Songge breathed a sigh of relief, hurried into the room, and handed over the urgent letter sent back by Asuka a few days ago to Yin Chenglan for him to deal with.

"Zhan Master Shanyue's letter has already arrived in the imperial capital, and it can be sent to the palace immediately with the order of the Lord."

It's not that he doesn't feel sorry for his master, but that the matter is critical and time is running out.

Yin Chenglan was dressed in white obscene clothes, with black hair draped over his shoulders, holding a stack of letters to be processed in his hand, he raised his head and looked around slowly: "Where is Lingjiang?"

Lian Press's eyes moved, but he pursed his lips and did not speak.

Seeing his appearance, Yin Chenglan felt chills in his heart, and said sharply, "Where is he?"

He couldn't even press the song, so he had to take a big cloak and put it on him, and went to get the wheelchair.

There is no rockery or flowing water in the courtyard of the Valley of the Doctors, only a red brick wall surrounds an open space in front of the house, and then a pair of stone tables and chairs are placed in the open space, which is considered a courtyard.

The yard is often covered with herbs and grass roots that need to be dried. When the wind blows, there is a faint bitterness. Compared with all the creamy water, fat and face powders in the world, there is a kind of aloofness and aloofness that is independent from the world.

On this day, the spring sunshine was warm, and there was a large three-foot-square bamboo cage in the open space where the medicinal materials were to be dried. Under the cage, there was dry straw. In the middle of the straw, a fat cat with orange hair turned over, Four claws facing the sky, sleeping soundly without knowing the years.

A bandaged little yellow bird is lying on the orange cat, and it is also sleeping on its back. One of its small wings is hanging down, and the other is slightly raised. It is covered with a jade-colored quail egg. .

The door creaked open, and the little yellow bird raised its head slightly for a glance, then quickly closed its eyes and lay down again.

Yin Chenglan, who had been in a coma for nearly half a month, first saw two little claws soaring into the sky, and then the little yellow bird that was tightly bound and thinned.

Yin Chenglan's throat shrank at the place where the bandage was tied.

Can't wait to drive the wheelchair forward, bend down, and call: "Lingjiang..."

The orange cat was frightened, sat up suddenly, and bounced the little yellow bird and quail eggs on its stomach to the cage wall.

The little yellow bird "slapped" on the bamboo cage like a piece of paper, and then slowly slid to the ground. Two pieces of its feathers were snapped off, but the quail eggs in its wings were safe and sound.

Yin Chenglan felt guilty and distressed: "I'm sorry." As he said that, he was about to open the cage.

Who locked the big baby and the little baby in the cage, looking for death.

Lian pressed the song to stop him, and said with a wry smile: "Master, he was about to fly away when he opened it, and he was finally found together with the egg."

He pointed at Lingjiang: "He...he's afraid he won't recognize you."

The little yellow bird that fell to the ground shook the dull hair on its head silently, hugged the egg in its little wings, and shrunk into a glutinous rice ball on the spot, giving Yin Chenglan a cold and decisive little ass.

If we look at what he does, he can only be a bird, a pet, nothing more.

What happened in his imagination happened, and Yin Chenglan felt a burst of pain spreading from his limbs, every bone in his body tightened in horror, and his whole body shivered with pain like a piercing pain.

... The spine of the little yellow bird, the cut flesh, and the blood gushing out, Yin Chenglan dared not even think about it, his heart was pierced like a knife.

He jumped down from the wheelchair, knelt and sat in front of the cage indifferently, grabbed the cage with both hands, faced a bird, and for the first time in his life did not know what to do.

He could only shout hoarsely: "...Lingjiang."

Lingjiang didn't want to talk to him, and it was round and round, like a big glutinous rice ball waiting to be cooked.

Anyway, I can't speak human anymore, and I can't change back to human, so what's the use of calling him, he is just a stupid bird now... I glanced at Yin Chenglan secretly, even if he looked like he was about to cry, he was still Just a bird, that's all... Fuck, Yin Nineteen really cried.

Yin Chenglan fell down in front of the cage, with his head bowed, his untwisted black hair fell down, covering half of his face, his eyes were hidden inside, gradually turning a dark red like rust, as if he was about to bleed.

Ling Jiang only took one look, then turned his head quickly.

However, that scene has been deeply imprinted in his heart.

Yin Chenglan turned his back to the others, so distressed that he didn't know how to face the little yellow bird.