Grandpa is such a bird

The sixteen carved red windows and doors of the study room were open to the outside, and the mountain wind passed through the hall. Yin Chenglan was sitting by the window, with a booklet on his knees, the wind rustled the pages of the book, and the man closed his eyes, as if he was closing his eyes. repose.

Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes and saw the little yellow bird standing awkwardly by the window, not at all as brave as when he just broke through the barrier.

Yin Chenglan rested his hand on his chin, saw that it was unharmed, and said, "Even the chief manager's Six Falcon Long Sky Formation doesn't seem to be very good."

Ling Jiang looked away, nodded, and rolled his throat: "Yeah."

At this time, Lian Pressing Song came in panting heavily, saw the little yellow hair on the window sill, and said sadly: "How did you come up?"

Ling Jiang said coldly: "It flew up."

Press the song repeatedly: "Impossible, Ah Qing was able to break out of my Six Falcon Formation because it was a condor, how could you break it? No way, you go back, I want to see it with my own eyes."

Ling Jiang didn't say a word, and put Little Wing back, taking his words as fart.

Yin Chenglan turned over a page of the book, raised his eyes to look at the serious little thing, and suddenly became a little curious, so he said, "I want to see it too."

Ling Jiang was taken aback, and he just met his eyes, and when his eyes met lightly, he took the initiative to stagger, so he walked to the window, spread his wings, and said in a low voice, "Then I will fly for you to see."

After finishing speaking, he was about to fly away, Yin Chenglan didn't expect that he would agree so readily, he was slightly surprised, and even gave him a face as if he would treat the chief executive, but he didn't know that the little yellow bird was extra merciful and treated him differently.

"Wait a minute, come here."

Being called out abruptly, Ling Jiang spun around the window sill, flew to the table, found a place not too close or far from Yin Chenglan and stopped, her small round eyes rolled around twice, and finally landed on the man's face.

Yin Chenglan raised the account book in his hand: "Since you understand human nature, you should know what this is."

Lingjiang's eyes darkened.

Every letter bird that has sent a letter will be created a letter book, which records the number of times the letter bird has traveled since the beginning, the time of release, the place to and from, the content of the letter, and the time and success of returning home with the letter. , Every letter bird in the Yufeng Pavilion has it, which is like the book of the court ministers, recording the achievements and life.

Naturally, Lingjiang also has them, but his letter book can only be described in four words: appalling.The history of getting lost so many times that parents didn't know the direction, the records of procrastination and delays, and the history of crimes of fighting with other birds are really too numerous to book.

The reason why Yin Chenglan asked him to come back today was to get Lingjiang's letter book for him.The iron ring on the little yellow bird's ankle is numbered, so it is easy to find the corresponding letter house and get information about him.

After reading Lingjiang's letter book, Yin Chenglan's face has not changed, he is still as calm as water, and even the brows do not twitch.

Based on this, Ling Jiang respected him as a man.Now that what kind of guy he is has been exposed, Lingjiang didn't explain, and just waited for Yin Chenglan's answer.

After all, Pavilion Master Yin is a person who has seen the world. He closed the letter book and put it on the table, and tapped it regularly with one hand on the edge of the table. He looked Lingjiang up and down, and said, "If you want me to It’s not impossible to teach you, but those who pass through my hands must be fierce birds and beasts, and what would you do?”

Ling Jiang held his head high, exposing his hairy belly, and thought he was arrogant: "I can talk."

Yin Chenglan shook his head: "I have an eagle that can fly across the vast snowfield without landing for [-] days, can you?"

Lingjiang flapped his wings, obviously he couldn't, but he wouldn't admit it: "I can talk."

Yin Chenglan asked again: "There was a flying swan that flew across ten mountains and rivers and returned to its nest with a letter of [-] miles. Do you know it?"

Lingjiang is very persistent: "I can talk."

Yin Chenglan continued: "Which of the letter birds in the Tianzishe in the Yufeng Pavilion is released can pass through the clouds and rain, cross the river and the sea without returning to the nest and not dying, how can you do it?"

Ling Jiang said firmly: "I can talk."

Yin Chenglan: "..."

He looked at the little bird for a while, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, showing a not-so-sincere smile: "Oh, you can talk, and you can only talk."

Hearing the last sentence, Ling Jiang's eyes narrowed slightly. He was not a good-tempered and patient bird. Yin Chenglan's three words had been lingering in his heart for many years, so he had the patience to accompany him until now. Doesn't the tone of his sentence already have the answer to the unanswered sentence?

Lingjiang's eyes gradually turned cold, and he thought to himself, I'm really used to you, what is knowing.

He tightened his body, and was about to turn around and leave, but he was unwilling in the end. He raised his head and jumped to a place closer to Li Yin Chenglan: "It's true that your Haidongqing produced 20 eagles, but if you have [-] Eagle, there will be a second crinoid, so it is not unique in this world, but no matter how many thousands of eagles and swans will come out one after another in the future, I am the only bird in the world who can speak human words .”

After he finished speaking, Yin Chenglan didn't say anything, and even pressed the song and shouted: "What's wrong with being able to speak human language, I can also speak."

Ling Jiang was still able to hold back his temper towards Yin Chenglan, and when he yelled at the song, he immediately fixed his piercing eyes on him, almost freezing him to death with his eyes: "The chief executive really thinks of himself as a bird, doesn't he? How about it, but it's much better than a stupid bird who can only learn tongues."

Even the head manager has two faces in front of others, and smiles three-pointedly when he sees everyone, thinking that he is very gentle, but he will miss his life when he sees Lingjiang, but he missed the body of the smiling old fox. He couldn't hold back, he didn't know how to write the four characters Xu and Weishen, but he wished he could kill Lingjiang with just one mouth.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to attack, he saw Yin Chenglan raised his hand, cut off the words in his throat and swallowed them back, his entire handsome face turned bruised, and he could only stand behind the wheelchair aggrieved.

Yin Chenglan said: "What you said is indeed reasonable. It is indeed your ability to understand human nature and speak human language. It is an ability that Wanniao and even Ah Qing do not have."

Ling Jiang squinted at him in surprise, and the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he even felt like bubbling, he thought, otherwise, let's continue to get used to it.

"What does the Pavilion Master mean?" Ling Jiang asked cautiously, raising her head.

Yin Chenglan spread his hands on the table, motioning for Lingjiang to raise his paws: "Let me see your paws."

His hands are long and slender, with well-defined knuckles and thin calluses on the palms. There are many small old scars on the part near the wrists, as if they were caught by something. Lingjiang saw that it was when a bird landed on his wrists. Scratched by sharp claws.

Ling Jiang didn't jump into his hand, but hesitantly raised a thin claw and placed it on the pulp of his index finger, exposing the place where the iron ring was attached.

When Yin Chenglan was a half-grown child, he would hold thrushes and wait for this kind of warbler with bright feathers to play with, but in recent years, he has come into contact with fierce birds such as eagles and falcons, and he has encountered such birds for a long time. Soft little thing.

Unlike the hawk's claws that are rough and rough like hooks, this little yellow-haired bird's claws are almost as thick as a new branch of a willow tree in spring. The one he stretched out is surrounded by a rust-red ankle ring , The edges and corners of the ankle rings are very rough, and they are not worn carefully enough. It probably won't be affected when flying, but when walking with claws, the edges of the ankle rings can be embedded in the flesh, grinding out bleeding holes.

"Does it hurt?" Yin Chenglan roughly inspected his old scars to judge whether the overall quality of the little yellow hair is really as tragic as it is recorded in the letter book.

Ling Jiang swished back his paw, not quite used to being touched, so he shook his paw twice: "It's okay." After a pause, he said again: "The big thing is not limited to small pains."

Yin Chenglan didn't expect that he was still a cultural bird, so he gave Lingjiang an extra look.

Ling Jiang thought in his heart, reading is useful to birds, and mortals will not deceive me.

He remembered that sentence one day when he was lazily hiding in the treetops and listening to the urchin under the tree being forced to read a book.

Yin Chenglan raised his hand to signal to press the song repeatedly. Behind him, his face darkened for a long time, and he took a wooden box from the shelf on the side of the study, and pulled his handsome face almost like a shoehorn. He seemed to want to say something, but because of his status, he had to retreat behind Yin Chenglan.

The man opened the box, and a silver light flashed inside. Ling Jiang glanced at it and saw many thin silver sticks lined up inside.

The stick is inch long, extremely thin and round, and seems to have words engraved on it.

Yin Chenglan took out one, and took out something similar to a tool from the hidden box of the box. He raised his head and said, "Come here, stretch out your claws."

Ling Jiang jumped over round and round, stopped on one foot, and put the bird's claws in Yin Chenglan's hand just like before.

Only then did he realize that the man wanted to remove his ankle ring.

The ankle ring had been soaked in his flesh and blood for many years, and his claws were thin, the iron flakes and flesh and blood were entangled together, making it difficult to touch with just looking at it.

Yin Chenglan was very patient, holding a pair of small silver pliers with narrow blades in his hand, but he was very calm, and passed a hair-thin iron wire through the ankle ring on Lingjiang's claw to separate the bird's claw. The place where it sticks together with the ankle ring, and then use pliers to pinch it along the ankle ring a little bit.

Stretching my neck and watching the song for a while, I feel sore eyes, and I need to look far to relieve it.Yin Chenglan's shoulders and back were slightly motionless, only his hands were tirelessly peeling off the little yellow hair's ankle ring with subtle movements, showing patience and concentration to the fullest.

He used to be like this too, Lian Song thought to himself.When he was young, in order to see the rare red tasseled magpie break its shell with his own eyes, he quietly climbed up a tree, and lay down between the branches, half a step away from the bird's nest. Cracking, pecking out, the chick struggled hard, and when it completely broke free from the shell, the sky had changed again, and Yin Chenglan patted his butt, turned over and went home from the tree.

So Lian Press Song felt that Yin Chenglan's stamina was really abnormal.His eyes fell from the man's shoulders to the wheelchair made of jasper stones under him, and his eyes dimmed again, thinking that luckily this is Yin Chenglan, whose fate has undergone a big change, which trapped him in this square inch for the rest of his life, until now he She hasn't died yet, she hasn't gone crazy yet.

Even though he was so careful, a little blood inevitably bleed from the place where the little yellow hair and the iron ring were glued together, Yin Chenglan frowned, and looked up at the little thing who had been standing on one leg all the time.

Lingjiang was too close to him, he even felt that as soon as he lowered his head, he could peck his beautiful forehead. The man's breath sprayed on his claws, which made him tense up subconsciously, and his face became more and more pale. Looking at his expression, he suddenly looked up at him, only to realize that a large drop of blood appeared on his paw.

So Ling Jiang shook his claws calmly to shake off the blood, and then handed the claws to Yin Chenglan again, and said calmly, "Continue."

Yin Chenglan immediately felt that this little bird was also a pervert.