Grandpa is such a bird

The warm spring sun shines on Yin Chenglan's back, but he feels like falling into an abyss, icy cold to the bone, every drop of blood is coagulated in the bone, turning into tiny blood ice cones, the moment he sees Lingjiang, thousands of arrows are fired, piercing He was bruised and bruised all over, and his liver and intestines were broken.

How did his favorite little yellow bird, the man he loves the most, and the lover he loves so much, cut out his bones and gave up everything, just to save him.

Just thinking about it, Yin Chenglan felt so painful that it was hard to breathe.

The blood-rust mist covered his eyes, and before it fell, blood was already clenched from his fist on the ground.

Ling Jiang saw blood oozing from the palms that had touched him, his pupils shrank, and the air in his little stomach immediately dissipated, leaving only a sour taste, a burst of tearing, and a burst of throbbing pain.

It turned round and round, looking at Yin Chenglan.

He raised his face, tilted his head, and stretched his neck at him, softly "chirp".

It's okay, I'm still crying when I'm too old.

Yin Chenglan closed his eyes, forced the moisture out of them, opened them quickly, leaned on the ground, approached the cage, and asked tentatively in a hoarse voice, "Lingjiang, can you recognize me?"

Lingjiang was still angry in his heart, and wanted to pretend that he was just a stupid bird, who couldn't understand what he said at all, and was afraid that he would hurt his heart and vomit blood and hurt his body, so he continued to tilt his head, pretending to be cute, and refused to admit it. I understand it, and I don't admit that I don't understand it.

"Chirp?"

Ji Yushan lifted the corner of his robe and squatted down, and even followed the song, stretched out his old face, and said thoughtfully: "Master, he seems to be different from before. When you didn't wake up, what did we say?" He didn't respond, and ran away without seeing it."

Ji Yushan nodded in agreement.

There was joy in Yin Chenglan's eyes: "Lingjiang, can you still talk? Can you understand me?"

The little yellow bird turned to the other side: "Chirp!"

Yan Chu was not interested in the little yellow bird's twists and turns, and said coolly: "Don't bother me if there is nothing, the final antidote hasn't been refined yet, if you don't take the last post, there are still toxins in your body, although you don't Fatal, but it is estimated that he will not live long in the future."

After speaking, he pulled Ji Yushan up and walked out of the yard.

Mr. Ji turned his head three times a step, reluctantly said: "If you have any news, remember to let me know."

Yin Chenglan sat for a while, his face turned pale, he put the back of his hand against his lips, and coughed twice.

Lian pressed the song and said: "Master, you are still in good health, go back to the house first, the cage will be here, and you will be warmed by the sun."

Yin Chenglan asked hoarsely, "What happened to the cat inside?"

Even according to the song, he lost Dandan and the little yellow bird. In the end, because a fat wild cat was caught stealing fish, he told him about the strange things that both Dandan and the little yellow bird were found in the cat's nest.

After listening, Yin Chenglan was silent for a long time before saying: "I made them suffer. Go and open the cage."

He wanted to hug Lingjiang.

Yin Chenglan was unmoved even after a few words of persuasion according to the song, so he had no choice but to open the small copper lock on the cage, and pull open the small bamboo door that was cut across the cage wall.

When the fat orange cat saw the cage opened, it came out lazily, and without running far, it lay down on the spot in the sun, rolling its belly and continuing to bask in the sun happily.

The little yellow bird in the corner of the cage hugged its egg and stared silently at the bamboo door.

Thinking that he was afraid, Yin Chenglan asked Lian Song to give him a handful of fine bird feed, held it in his hand, and poked into the cage like a young bird that had just been trained, so that the young bird dared to touch people because of the food. Eating with your hands trains the affinity between the young bird and the owner.

Ling Jiang stared at Yin Chenglan's hand with eyes and nose, and remembered that he went to Yin Chenglan to scold him with his tail wagging and shy face.

What did that person say at the time—it depends on your performance, this will be your food trough from now on, you can only eat one trough per meal, not too much, too much will make you fat, which is not conducive to flying.

So it's doing well now?

Yin Chenglan looked at him intently, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and his shapely palms hung in the cage, motionless, waiting for the little yellow bird to come and peck.

Ling Jiang still wanted to be awkward for a while, but seeing his pale face, he couldn't bear it anymore. He hugged the egg by his side with one wing, dawdled, and wobbled over like it was pulling two to five or eight thousand.

Picky, he ate his favorite beans.

While Yin Chenglan was eating in the palm of his hand, he gently scratched the little yellow bird's furry belly with his index finger.

Ling Jiang hummed twice, and gave him a sideways look with his little black eyes.

Lian Presse squatted aside, put the letter against his chin, and said, "Master, do you think he recognizes us?"

Yin Chenglan scratched the little yellow bird again with his index finger. The little yellow bird thought he was in the way, so he raised his paw and kicked him.

"..."

You know, if a normal bird is not allowed to be touched, the subconscious reaction is to hide aside, I have never seen anyone who dared to kick him.

But Yin Chenglan didn't understand, if Lingjiang knew him, why didn't he admit it.

The sun gradually moved to the horizon, and the place where the sun shines became less and less. The fat orange cat transformed into a light-chasing boy and moved from the front of the eaves to under the courtyard wall. Finally, with a reluctant meow and shaking his head, he stood up and jumped on the At the top of the wall, I watched the setting sun take back the last ray of sunlight and sank into the other side of the mountain.

The fat orange cat looked back at the little yellow bird and quail eggs that were being brought back to the house by Yin Chenglan, jumped off the wall, and disappeared outside the courtyard.

Let's go to dinner.

There was a faint bitter smell of medicine in the room. He pressed the song and put the little yellow bird and Eggy on the side of the bed, and brought the soup to Yin Chenglan. The man drank it all in one gulp. Silently and consciously got into the bed, leaving only a bunch of little hairs outside, the smile in his eyes was even bigger.

Lingjiang knew him, and he still remembered him.

Only then did Lian Press Song hand over the letter again.

The chief manager lit up the candle, looked at the bulging hillock on the bed beside Yin Chenglan, and said in a low voice: "Shanyue's last letter has been sent to the imperial capital, and as long as the time is right, it can be delivered to the emperor, my lord." , are we still waiting?"

Yin Chenglan rubbed the letter paper lightly with his fingers, and asked, "Are the peach blossoms blooming outside the mountain?"

Lian pressed the song and answered: "It's blooming, and there is also a peach tree in the valley. It grew on the cliff, and now it is full of flower buds. The peach blossoms in the mountains are late, and the flowers outside the mountains have already fallen to the capital and become red."

The slightly open window blows in a cool and damp evening breeze. There are no stars tonight, and the outside is as dark as splashed ink. Yin Chenglan looked away and said, "It's going to rain."

Double click the song to look at him.

Yin Chenglan bowed his head, put his hands under the blanket, and stroked the fluffy bird: "Wait for the rain to stop."

midnight.

Yin Chenglan was awakened by the sound of scratching the door.

The little yellow bird sleeping under the corner of the quilt rolled over while hugging Eggy, and said in a daze, "Chirp."

Open the door.

Yin Chenglan supported himself with one hand, turned Lingjiang over with one finger, and said softly, "What did you say?"

Ling Jiang chirped again.

Yin Chenglan didn't understand, the sound of scratching the door outside the house became more intense, accompanied by the sound of dissatisfied meowing in the middle, he raised his sleeve and waved it out, and a fierce wind slapped towards the door.

The door of the room opened a crack, and the fat big orange tiptoed in, at a speed that didn't suit its figure.

Yin Chenglan had to wipe its ass before closing the door.

After the big orange cat came in, it sniffed the floor, then looked up at the bed that looked very warm.

Yin Chenglan wrapped the quilt, frowned and looked at it: "Don't come up."

The big orange cat kicked its hind legs on the ground and jumped onto the quilt.

Yin Chenglan said: "I've never eaten cat meat, so I don't mind trying it."

The big orange cat flicked its paws, scooped it up from nowhere, and actually scooped up his quail eggs and put them in front of him.

Yin Chenglan stared at the orange cat sternly, the silver thread on the cuff was pressed under his wrist, ready to fly out at any time, causing it to splash blood on the quilt on the spot.

Just when the former prince of Dajing Kingdom was confronting a fat wild cat knocking on the door in the middle of the night, the egg, which was taken as a hostage... egg quality, stood upside down, thinking that it was aggressively blocking the wild cat. before.

Yin Chenglan thought of the adventure story of a bird, an egg and a fat cat that Lian Pressing said, and went round and round in his heart with difficulty, asking: "Do you want me to keep it?"

Eggy can't speak, can't understand, and can only raise herself up in a coquettish way.

Yin Chenglan sighed, put away his killing intent, blinked his eyes, the orange cat noticed it, meowed triumphantly, quickly picked up the balls and got into Yin Chenglan's bed.

Pavilion Master Yin lifted the quilt from the bed and took a look.

The shameless big orange cat was in a circle, with his little yellow bird lying in his arms, and his quail eggs were pressed under the little yellow bird's wings, and the three little ones were already fast asleep.

Yin Chenglan sighed quietly, lay down, pulled the quilt to his chest, looked straight at the roof, and seriously reflected on how his position was replaced by a wild cat.

Yin Chenglan fed the birds for three days in the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, and in the early morning of the fourth day, there was a lingering drizzle in the imperial capital of Dajing.

On the banks of the Thirty-mile Moat, dotted golden and glazed painting boats sail into the misty rain and fog. In the misty rain and fog, there is a very luxurious, bustling and magnificent royal city. The seven-storey Buddhist temple in six waters.

A spring rain knocked down the ten-mile peach grove in the imperial capital, and the numerous peach blossoms fell in the rain, forming a paved road leading to the inner courtyard of the palace. A place that symbolizes the supremacy of the thorn.

It was also raining in Miracle Doctor Valley.

Yin Chenglan bid farewell to Yan Chu, and it was time for him to return to his royal city.

Yan Chu stood in the rain with a purple bone oiled paper umbrella, looked at the orange cat, little yellow hair and Dandan who were being sent into the carriage, and asked, "Are they going too?"

Yin Chenglan nodded, seeing the wild cat that quickly occupied his place, hugging the little yellow bird and Eggy, he couldn't beat it out of anger, he restrained himself, his face was as calm and prestige as usual.

However, he thought Megatron's cat didn't take him seriously.

Yin Chenglan felt a little aggrieved: "Well, let me borrow your cat."

Ji Yushan stood at the entrance of the carriage, reluctantly bid farewell to the little yellow bird, and was about to say that the wild cats in the valley can be used at will, when he just opened his mouth, Yan Chu stopped him.

Yan Chu touched his hand and held it, and looked at Yin Chenglan with seriousness in his eyes: "I can lend it to you, but you remember to return it yourself, I have raised that cat for many years, and I have feelings for it. "

Ji Yushan froze for a moment, then turned to look at him suspiciously.

Yan Chu looked directly at Yin Chenglan: "It happens that I haven't refined the final antidote yet, so you have to come back to get it."

Yin Chenglan thanked him and put down the curtain.

Lian pressed the song and jumped on the shaft of the chariot, nodded slightly to Yan Chu and the two, and rushed into the rain with a whip.

The wheels splashed rainwater in the rotten red mud, Yan Chu pulled Ji Yushan to dodge aside.

Ji Yushan took the paper umbrella from his hand, he was taller than Yan Chu, and he just hugged him in his arms, the two hid under an umbrella, and walked back through the puddles.

"Isn't that cat wild?" Ji Yushan asked.

Yan Chu saw that half of his outer shoulders were wet and the umbrella was tilted towards him, he curled his lips and smiled indistinctly.

"Well, in a short while, that egg will probably hatch." Yan Chu said, "You don't want to see what's inside that egg with your own eyes."

Ji Yushan said: "It's not a thing, it's a little bird from Lingjiang." He stopped and looked at Yan Chu: "You deliberately asked them to send the cat back for me?"

Yan Chu said: "Otherwise, what do you think?" He put his hands in his sleeves and put them behind his back, signaling him to go back as soon as it was cold.

Ji Yushan laughed, and suddenly hugged Yan Chu from behind, put one arm around his shoulder, bowed his head and kissed him.

Kiss on his delicate and handsome forehead.

Yan Chu was startled, and quickly stretched out his arms to wrap around his neck, and kissed him lingeringly in the rain.

The warm and touching lips had the coolness of spring rain and the fragrance of grass and trees, Yan Chu pressed against his forehead, and murmured in the rain: "For you, I am willing to do anything."

Ji Yushan hugged him even tighter: "Yes."

The carriage was galloping, rain drifted in from time to time, and the place by the window was a bit damp.

The cat is naturally afraid of the cold and loves the warmth, so it looked for a heat source in the carriage. After a while, it moved to Yin Chenglan's leg, clung to his thigh, and stretched out two chubby paws to claw it up. Hot next to each other.

There are such thick-skinned cats in the world, Yin Chenglan thought.

Lifting the quilt a little, inside the dark blanket, the quail eggs are sleeping with the orange cat, and the little yellow bird rests its head in the soft cat's fur in a daze, seeing the light, it raises its eyes to look.

Yin Chenglan looked at the familiar light in Xiao Hei's eyes, and said happily, "Lingjiang, you recognize me."

This time it was no longer a questioning tone.

Lingjiang opened his small mouth, wanting to speak, but remembered something, and closed it again.

Yin Chenglan said: "Why are you angry?"

Ling Jiang glared at him, why is he angry this time, is he still wondering!

Yin Chenglan thought for a while, and said tentatively, "I... don't want to die, but I don't want you to get hurt."

He took out the little yellow bird, put it in the palm of his hand, and lifted it up slightly so that he could talk to the little yellow bird face to face.

The little yellow bird was upset when it saw him, turned around, and pointed its butt at him.

Not for this reason.

The tail of the little yellow bird that was pulled out in winter has now grown out. It is not like some birds dragging a gorgeous big feather tail, but more like a small fluffy fan the size of a palm, slightly tilted, When it swings, it creates a little wind.

There is a clean and beautiful little chrysanthemum hidden under the 'small fan'.

Yin Chenglan looked at the little chrysanthemum, his heart moved, and before he finished, he panicked and stopped his thoughts of letting go.

The little yellow bird suddenly felt that her butt was getting cold, and turned her head to look at Pavilion Master Yin, who had a deep complexion but a slightly flushed face.

Seeing him in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, the little yellow bird snorted coldly, jumped off his palm, and got under the blanket.

Annoying bird.

In the inner courtyard of the deep palace, in the hall of worshiping Buddha with green tiles and vermilion tiles, a handsome young monk sat at the entrance of the hall, with a wooden fish covered with a handkerchief in front of him, a string of bright red Buddhist beads wrapped around his thin white wrist, and a wooden With a mallet and a scroll of scriptures in the other hand, he is reciting scriptures and Zen meditation.

After reading for a while, he raised his head and watched the slanting wind and light rain fall into the palace.

His appearance is extremely young, he is about in his youth, and when he looks at the rain, he can still see a bit of innocence and innocence on his face.

It was the little monk named Yixuan whom Zen Master Shanyue had taken in.

"Cough." A cough sounded from the corridor outside the Lifo Temple.

Yixuan quickly put away his ignorant look, stood up holding the Buddhist beads in his hand, and looked at the person pretending to be calm.

After looking at it, I was stunned.

The man who came was not much older than him. He was wearing a plain blue monk's robe, and he didn't hold any Buddhist beads in his hand, so he naturally hung leisurely by his side.Obtaining Yixuan's attention, the visitor smiled, clasped his hands together, and nodded slightly to him.

His face was very familiar, but Yixuan couldn't remember where he saw it for a while, and asked slightly surprised: "You are?"

The person who came was tall and erect, and said with a smile, "Same as you, a monk."

Yixuan shook his head: "I don't know you, I haven't seen you in the palace."

His eyes became alert, and he looked behind the visitor, secretly looking for the shadow guard Shanyue left behind to protect him.

The person Shi Shiran said with a smile, "They won't stop me."

Yi Xuan frowned: "Why?"

After he asked, he immediately reacted, his eyes widened slightly, looking tiger-headed, kind of cute.

"Are you from my master?"

Rui Si shook his head in his heart, this little monk was too innocent, he took two steps, approached the entrance of the main hall, looked down at a set of things placed on the ground, and asked intentionally, "Who made you hang up under the wooden fish?" A handkerchief?"

One corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with light pink plum blossoms.

Yixuan said honestly, "I can't tell you."

Ruisi was amused, wondering if this little guy could really succeed Shanyue Zen Master and complete the foster father's revenge plan.

He said: "Although you haven't seen me, you should be able to recognize me, Yixuan, take a good look at my face."

As soon as we met, Yixuan felt that he looked very familiar. Between his brows and eyes, the corners of his slightly curled lips looked like a person. The name of this person was ready to come out in Yixuan's mind, but he couldn't remember it all of a sudden.

Rui Si had no choice but to hold back her smile, put her hands behind her back, the corners of her eyes drooped, the fundus of her eyes was heavy, and when she glanced at someone, there was a look of superiority and arrogance in her expression.

Yixuan blurted out: "The emperor..."

Ruisi's smile was inherent in Emperor Dajing, arrogant and conceited but pretending to be easy-going and friendly. He had imitated the emperor Lao Tzu who had never met before.

It was only then that Yixuan suddenly became fascinated. This person was the emperor who was living outside and was adopted by the nineteenth prince. He only waited for them to change the sky and change the most important chess piece in the future.

He panicked and lowered his head, not knowing how to salute Ruisi.

Ruisi gave him a soft support on the arm: "I'm not much older than you, so I don't need to make a salute. Besides, I grew up among the people, and I don't know how to pay you back if you salute me."

Yi Xuan Na Na: "Why did the young master enter the palace?"

Ruisi took the veil out from under the wooden fish, and stroked the peach blossoms on it: "After all, in the plan, you and I are brothers who grew up together in the temple. I will cultivate and cultivate our relationship with you, so that we will not meet each other in the future. Leaked stuffing."

Yixuan thought that he was blaming him for not recognizing him just now, and lowered his head even more, feeling ashamed in his heart.

Ruisi pulled him to sit on the mat, and said with a smile: "Master Shanyue once said that you are the most spiritual person he has ever seen, and you will surely become a generation of eminent monks in the future. When I was in Lizhou, I also entered the Buddhist sect. I have read the scriptures for several years, but I can't get the point. I think I am stupid, and the Buddha does not accept people like me."

He was dazed and didn't know how to respond, so he had to say seriously: "Young master is arrogantly belittling himself. My master also said that young master has his own opinions in Buddhism, and he once told me about the young master's Zen words."

Rui Si laughed: "Tell me what scriptures you are reading."

In the night rain of Dajing, the solemn, lonely, cold and unkind palace place, the candlelight was dimly lit, and the clear and pure voice of the young man reciting Zen in the low sound of wooden fish floated into Ruisi's ears with the wind.

He looked at the young man's clear and focused eyes from the candlelight, and the smile on his lips did not disappear overnight.

When will I be able to be so pure-hearted, not caring about the world, and hide in a quiet world with only mountains, rivers and winds, just like the young man who is concentrating on reciting Zen at night at this moment.

Rui Si smiled lightly, he knew that this life is no longer possible.

On the second day, the rain continued.

An unremarkable sparrow landed on the cornice of the main hall.

Ruisi accepted the letter, and said to the yawning young monk behind him, "The foster father has arrived at Chang'an Temple."

Yixuan seemed to have been frightened, and suddenly came to his senses, he stood up, straightened his cassock, and said to Ruisi: "Then it's time."

Yixuan: "Master told me that after the peach blossoms are in full bloom, I will set up a stage to give lectures in front of the peach forest every day. Are you coming?"

Ruisi naturally knew the reason, the peach petals flying all over the sky were once the best dream his mother had in her life.

"Do you want to go even if it rains?"

Yi Xuan nodded.

Rui Si said: "Thank you for your hard work.