Grandpa is such a bird

The horseshoes step on the flower mud and rush to the distance in the winding path of the valley.

Lian pressed the song to drive, with a sleeping wild orange cat lying on his lap. Yan Chu explained that he had been feeding this cat for many years, and he had feelings for it, so he must take it back with him.

But ever since Yin Honghuo stopped meowing, the orange cat had a sad expression of admitting his father to him when he saw him, and never licked his fur again.

Yin Honghuo thought that the culprit of his unattractive appearance was his family's ferocious little yellow bird, so every day after waking up, he squatted in front of Lingjiang with his messy hair and asked him to brush his hair with water.

The little yellow bird impatiently modeled his sparse, dull hair, and was puzzled at the same time.

Smelly, how could it be so stinky.

The little cub who had been sobbing and riding all the way was tired from crying, wiped his nose, rolled into a small glutinous rice ball stuffed with sesame seeds, curled up under Lingjiang's wings and fell asleep.

Although he promises not to sleep with Daddy, but sleeping under Daddy's wings is always the most comfortable.

They were lying on the quilt spread out in the carriage, Ling Jiang gently patted the cub with his wings, and coaxed him to sleep. After Yin Honghuo fell asleep, he scratched the dull hair on his little head and saw the soft feather crest at the base It was glowing red.

Swipe Yin Chenglan's palm: "His hair has changed color, I don't know why."

The Buddha Fire Phoenix should be light yellow from head to tail, without a trace of variegation.

Yin Chenglan leaned over to take a closer look, and flipped through the other feathers on the little boy's body: "The wings are growing well, and he will be exactly like you in a short time. As for the redness on his head, there is no abnormality at present."

Yin Chenglan pondered: "Will it be because of me?"

After all, Yin Honghuo's blood flowed from him.

Ling Jiang glanced at him, but did not agree, because Yin Chenglan was not red. Fortunately, Yin Honghuo had no illness or abnormality so far, and Ling Jiang grew up with him.

At this time, the carriage passed by somewhere, and there was a burst of refreshing laughter from a distance. Yin Chenglan opened the curtain and saw two horses side by side in the distance.

They brushed past them.

The world of mortals is rolling, and some people's rivers and lakes have just begun.

The horseshoe brought the fragrance of green grass, Yin Chenglan raised his lips, looked at the little yellow bird dozing on his lap: "There is something I didn't tell you."

Ling Jiang raised his eyelids, Yin Chenglan carefully moved a group of cubs to the pillow behind him, and lifted the brocade quilt on his lap. There was a strong smile in his eyes. Under Ling Jiang's suspicious gaze, He gently moved his legs that had been useless for many years.

It's not that he was holding back his hand, but that his legs really reacted. Although it was only a slight movement, Yin Chenglan was thankful enough.

Ling Jiang suddenly seemed to be attracted by the faint movement, he flew to Yin Chenglan's lap, and motioned for him to move again, Yin Chenglan did as he said, and Ling Jiang's small black eyes lit up immediately.

His legs are still really good, which is a result he never expected.

Ling Jiang stood on his lap, lowered his head to feel the warmth from Yin Chenglan and the ups and downs of the blood flow in his body, Ling Jiang took a breath, even though the back injury had already healed, but the pain of broken bones and vertebrae was still vivid In front of his eyes, thinking of it hurts him and makes him tremble all over.

But now he understands that it's all worth it.

"Thank you...you." There was a faint blush in Yin Chenglan's eyes, and unspeakable emotions surged in his chest.

Lingjiang was also a little agitated and wanted to cry, but he quickly recovered his emotions, stood on his lap, shook the hair on his head, triumphantly, and wrote on him proudly: "If you can, hurry up Okay, when you stand up, I have a few poses I want to have with you..."

In the middle of speaking, Ling Jiang suddenly remembered something, retracted his claws, and smiled regretfully.

He has no spells anymore, he can no longer become human, they can no longer mingle with each other and give each other unparalleled pleasure.

Yin Chenglan looked at him with distressed lowered eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes hurt.

Ling Jiang flew to his shoulder, patted his head, comforted him carelessly, and wrote on his face nonchalantly: "If you can't, then you can't, it doesn't matter, the big deal is that we can touch each other in the future. "

Yin Chenglan said hoarsely, "I owe you."

Ling Jiang nodded and wrote: "It is true that you owe me, how about this, anyway, you can't sleep with me, find a time to lie down, let me try to poke it, my real body is relatively small, you won't hurt……"

Yin Chenglan's deep guilt just stuck in his throat, turning into a hot blush and burning his cheeks.

He became a little annoyed and said in a low voice: "When is it, you still think about it!"

Ling Jiang sneered, glanced at him, and quickly wrote on his face: "The last time I fell asleep, who touched my butt?"

Touching his little chrysanthemum, reluctant to let go, unable to go.

If it's not too small, you can wear it as soon as you poke it, wouldn't you want to go in it a long time ago!

Even the ass of the bird is playing tricks.

Don't think he doesn't know, treat him as a fool.

Yin Chenglan blushed, and suddenly realized that when it comes to perversion, he and Ling Jiang were indeed on par.

One month later, Gu, Yan Chu and Ji Yushan, the genius doctor, finally saw the broken bird cub.

Yin Honghuo opened her small eyes wide, and turned around on the two of them.

Ji Yushan peeled a handful of melon seeds, squeezed them in his hands to tease the birds: "Be good, call me uncle."

Yin Honghuo put on an innocent and cute face, and called out in a childish voice, "Susu."

Ji Yushan's heart was soft in a mess: "It's so good."

Yin Honghuo got the melon seeds, sat in Ji Yushan's hands and gnawed them into his mouth with his paws. He squinted at the silent and indifferent Yan Chu, and then turned to Ji Yushan, Lingjiang and Yin Chenglan. After turning around again, Jiao Didi Said: "Susu is good."

"You're so good. What else do you want to eat? Uncle will make it for you." When Ji Yushan was called out, his heart was covered with lard, and his mouth almost burst into ears with joy.

Yan Chu looked at him, and curled the corner of his lower lip indifferently.

Yin Honghuo opened her big eyes in embarrassment, and said coyly, "Will you give them all?"

Ji Yushan nodded hurriedly.

Yin Honghuo's little wings secretly pointed at Yan Chu: "That Susu has a round face, and the bird wants to touch it."

Miracle doctor Yan was born with an unsmiling baby face, which has made many first-timers marvel and envy, but to him, this matter is like his Achilles heel, anyone who mentions it will bear his thunderous anger.

How cute is his face, even a bird wants to touch it?When Yan Chu heard this, his face darkened immediately, and he stared at the bird gloomyly, thinking how to peel him and boil him in the fastest speed.

But he didn't dare, because right after Yin Honghuo finished speaking, Ji Yushan froze for a moment, then laughed, put Yin Honghuo in his hand and brought it to Yan Chu's face, and said with a smile: "Touch it for you, ah Chu's face is really easy to touch."

The flash of swords and blood in Yan Chu's heart just disappeared without a trace. He really couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. , and pinched his veins right at once, and he was a well-dressed little wolf with a tail.

Yin Honghuo touched Yan Chu's face contentedly, returned to Lingjiang, and said earnestly, "Can birds look the same?"

Round, slippery, and cute.

Lingjiang hit him mercilessly, and tweeted back: "No, you can only look like me."

The little bird was startled, her mouth twitched, and she was about to cry.

When Yin Chenglan saw that he was about to cry, his head hurt. When the little bird was grinning, he quickly stuffed a melon seed into it. The little bird tasted the salty smell, and in a blink of an eye he forgot whether his face was round or not. , Sitting on his shoulders and nibbling sunflower seeds.

Yan Chu quickly dispelled the idea of ​​having a baby after seeing the skinless and shameless little bird cub. He boiled the antidote and thought angrily, why would he want to create a disaster and leave the world? Isn't the life of the people miserable enough?

The last antidote was poured down Yin Chenglan's throat with an indescribable pain, and he drank it all at once, and fell into a coma for several days.

When Yin Chenglan was in a coma, Yin Honghuo stayed by the bedside with Lingjiang, and when he heard the wind blowing, he raised his head to look at Yin Chenglan's face.

However, the man had already closed his eyes without any reaction. He retracted his head in frustration, leaned against Ling Jiang, and called out with red eyes, "Daddy..."

Ling Jiang patted his head and felt that the little thing still had a conscience.

After Yin Chenglan opened his eyes, more than ten days passed.

It was already midsummer, the willows were thick and red outside, and the cicadas were chirping loudly. He opened his eyes and saw two groups of little yellow birds, one big and one small, sleeping beside his pillow.

Yin Chenglan raised the corners of his lips, feeling unprecedentedly free and happy.

Yan Chu gave Yin Chenglan an injection to activate the meridians in his legs, allowing him to regain consciousness and try to walk.

Just when Yin Chenglan was able to stand up and walk slowly, one day, Yin Honghuo was standing on his father's shoulders, showing off his power in the valley of genius doctors, when he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain from his bones. Having never experienced this kind of pain at such a young age, she burst into tears and fell headfirst.

Yin Chenglan caught it quickly with his eyes and hands, only to feel that a white and tender baby fell into his arms in a blink of an eye.

The little baby's round eyes are still full of tears, and he looks at Yin Chenglan in dismay. He looks like two or three years old, with red lips and white teeth, a small face, a little red mole between his eyebrows, and eyes like stars, bright and clear, just like a little Lingjiang .

Yin Honghuo looked down at her little hands, pinched her little belly, touched her little feet, blinked her eyes, laughed through tears, blew out a snot bubble, and said, "Yuanyuan, it looks good."

Yin Chenglan wrapped him in clothes, he couldn't agree with his son's eyes, but wanted to pamper him, so he said against his will: "Well, it's really round and beautiful."

When Ling Jiang saw his little bird cub for the first time, he looked it up and down critically, and chirped, "It's okay."

Yin Honghuo held a small fist and handed it to him: "It looks good."

He is very good looking.

When he raised his eyes, Ling Jiang saw the small hemorrhoid between his eyebrows, which was as beautiful as blood, bright and burning, as if the beauty of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains had been absorbed into his eyebrows, so delicate that it was almost dazzling.

Ling Jiang watched in rapt attention, stretched out his wings and touched Yin Honghuo's eyebrows.

The moment he tapped it lightly, the pale yellow figure began to elongate, change, and overflow with light.

The sun shone on him, the yellow shirt trailed the ground, his temples were cut like knives, and the handsome young man with star-like eyes slowly appeared in front of Yin Chenglan and Yin Honghuo.

Ling Jiang squatted on the ground, stroking Yin Honghuo's brows with his slender and well-proportioned fingers, a voice he hadn't heard for a long time suddenly appeared in his mind, the voice was alienated and indifferent for thousands of years, and it hadn't changed for thousands of years, but now there was a slight sigh, Wen Sheng called him one last time.

——Little Phoenix.

That's all he can do.

The stars and the moon rotate, mountains and rivers and waterfalls, eagles and beasts roar, and the crystal ice palace silently looks at each other, gilded like fire.

Over the years, the fireworks in the world, ten lives and ten lives, a glimpse on the top of Wanhai Peak, and never left.

"Lingjiang?"

Ling Jiang looked at Yin Chenglan, and smiled generously. His shoulders shrugged, and he laughed heartlessly, but a tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.

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The author has something to say: Well. . .After finishing writing, I looked back, Nima, Xiao Gong is so scary, he set up a big game to chase his wife.

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