【Li Erge Series(4)】
Second brother Li lives on the first floor, and he has a small courtyard of 40 square meters, which is particularly bright.
The new house has just been occupied, and the mood is particularly high. Build grape racks, plant fruit trees, plant flowers, raise goldfish, and later spend a thousand tickets to buy a talking wren. Doesn't it say that a good horse has a good saddle? Originally wanted to buy a good cage, the price is expensive, which one is two or three thousand. After turning it around, the result was a square wire cage of 30 yuan. The cage was sprayed with a layer of light blue plastic paint, which looked very beautiful. The bottom and cover are all livers, which can be removed and cleaned easily. The old man who sold the bird cage laughed straightly, "Brother, such a precious bird, get this broken cage, the price is reduced, right?" The second brother ignored him. As soon as the bird entered the cage, it fluttered a few times, and casually uttered a sentence of "Hello!" The second brother smiled, "Uncle, did you hear me?" It says 'very good'. Hey hey hey hey..."
Compared with the neighbor's myna, the wren brother is much more beautiful. Hang it on the top hook of the grapevine and beckon all your neighbors to come and visit. Pendulum, ostentatiously.
"Look, you look at this black feathered shiny, straight purple light!" Look at the two pieces of flesh hanging on the back of the head, this is called bright yellow, how translucent! Look at this mouth, these two legs, all an orange one. See this white spot? The lower sides of the wings are aligned. Oops..."
Well, beautiful, translucent, Zhou Zheng, spirit... people gave all the praise to this honorable wren.
Some people ask, will it live? The second brother said that there would be more. He can whistle, say "Hello", "Good Morning", "Good Evening", "Thank You", "Goodbye", and sing a few words of "Oriental Red". People ask again, can you speak a foreign language? Alas,...... The second brother shook his head tightly, we can't panic about this, it won't be for the time being. The people did not continue to torture, skimmed their lips and left.
Speaking a foreign language? Hi yo, this is easy to do. Didn't Uncle Bai Juyi praise Brother Wren for his "clever ears and clever ears, and bird whisperers"? We can give it a "bilingual" class! Buy a tape and let it learn English. Put the tape recorder in the yard and let it learn and learn pure American pronunciation!
When Brother Wren was learning a foreign language, the second brother's Jingba dog and the Persian cat next door also came out and mixed with each other, one moment this "Wang Wang", the other moment that "meow". Hey, this guy didn't delay for two weeks, not only learned a bunch of foreign languages, but also learned to bark cats and dogs.
During the big prayer, the second brother got up early, changed the water for the wren, fed it, and then watched it review the "bilingualism". By the way, it should be "trilingual". At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the old men and women of the neighbors walked around and returned from breakfast, so they beckoned everyone into the courtyard to watch the wren's performance. This guy is also "crazy", first flapping his wings a few times, then twisting his ass, and then blowing a whistle to open his throat. Next up is the "trilingual" performance, "Drumming Mao Ning, good morning!" "Wang, Wang—" "Hello, hello!" "Meow—" "3K oil, thank you!" "Bye bye, goodbye!" ...... Awesome, so smart! There is nothing not to boast about.
Oh, but the second brother has a long face.
That night, the second brother had a lot of drinks at a party with a few friends, and he couldn't remember how to go home. The next morning, I woke up and remembered, yo, the bird cage was not taken into the house last night! When I went to the yard, it was broken, and the bird cages had been scattered in three places on the ground. The bird was gone, leaving only three or two feathers on the ground. His grandmother's, it must have been the Persian cat next door! The second brother looked for evidence outside, but he didn't find even a single drop of blood.
The second brother pondered, Brother Wren is not dead. You think, the cat must have been on the grapevine when it came to catch the bird, and the moment it overturned the cage, it must have scared itself first. The cage that had fallen to the ground had already fallen apart, and when the cat returned to god and jumped to the ground, it would be at least a few seconds of delay, perhaps in this instant, the wren spread its wings and flew away. I hope so!
The second brother always dreamed in those days that he had flown back, hoping that it would fly back. The bird cage was repaired and still hung on the top hook of the grapevine. One day at noon more than half a month later, the second brother really heard it talking in the house, "Hello! Good ayou! "Thank you! 3K Oil! ", push open the back door and take a look, and sure enough, it is. It landed on the wall of the courtyard next door, and the second brother greeted it excitedly, "Oh, my brother Wren, are you back?" Brother Wren did not look at him, but stared at the Persian cat in the window next door, "Hello, good Ayou!" Thank you! 3K Oil! ”
The second brother looked angry and shouted at it, "Who the fuck are you thanking over there?" ”
"Meow—" Brother Wren learned persian cat barking.
Is it in the Shena Persian cat? This mischievous thing! What day do I have this day, the best bird food feeds you, the "bilingual" class provides you, but in the end you thank the enemy who is bent on eating you? alas!
Still, I want it to come back. The second brother opened the cage door and begged it to come in, "Come on, come in." yes? It moved a few steps backwards on the courtyard wall, and did not expect to throw out a sentence at the second brother, "Bye-bye!" "Mother, you flew away without even translating Chinese for me?" you.......
Depressed! Why did it come to thank its enemies?! The second brother couldn't figure it out for a long time.
After a period of time, I gradually understood that maybe The Wren Brother did not care about the process, and perhaps it valued the result of letting it fly out of the cage, right? From this, the second brother also had a little comfort.
Fly away, you're not a cage-in-the-box play.
The second brother figured it out and hasn't kept a bird yet. When a bird lands on his own fruit tree, he always says a few polite words: Hello Brother Wren!
