Bai Yuan wished he could escape underground as quickly as possible.
Regret turned into a parrot and flew over. Why did he do this? Couldn’t he be more clear-headed
Why are you chirping? Just fly away.
But his action was too obvious. Who has ever seen a serious little parrot covering its eyes with its wings
Although he was not acknowledged, Gong Wangheng felt that this was his younger brother. Only his younger brother could allow a little parrot to enter his room so openly and without any pressure.
Gong Wangheng held the chubby little bird in his hands, and the little baby missed the best chance to escape.
Gong Wangheng couldn't speak bird language, so he could only communicate with him in the usual way: "You are Yuanyuan, right? Speak, tell me if you are."
But in the form of a little parrot, Bai Yuan couldn't speak human language. He hadn't reached the advanced level of a big crane, so he could only chirp.
But he refused to chirp. Everything that had just happened made him wish he had never been in this world. He turned his face away and didn't look at Gong Wangheng.
However, it was this reaction that made Gong Wangheng believe that this was his younger brother.
This expression, this action, it can't be said that they are just a little similar, they are exactly the same.
Holding it in my hands and looking at it again, even the resemblance in appearance is apparent. This must be my younger brother. Who else could it be but him
Gong Wangheng thought it was funny. What kind of behavior was it to fly over so suddenly
But the parrot is really small, not even as big as my palm. It is quite round and feels furry, like a glutinous rice ball.
Gong Wangheng held him in his arms, rubbing the soft feathers on his chest with one hand, and with the other hand he couldn't help but pull his wings - a pink gradient peach color, it was the first time he had seen such a little parrot, the color combination was so dreamy and unbelievable.
The little baby had never been rubbed like this before, and soon he collapsed into a bird cake in his brother's palm, his whole body soft and his wings spread out.
Gong Wangheng found it even more interesting. If this wasn't his younger brother, he would write the name upside down: "Yuanyuan, is that you?"
The little baby still chose to remain silent. As long as he didn't make any sound, he could pretend that he was a bird that happened to pass by here.
Gong Wangheng rubbed him all over, and he had to admit that his technique was pretty good. The little parrot completely relaxed in his palms, succumbing to instinct.
The bird's tail was wagging and it was spinning in circles, and it was obvious that it was in a very comfortable state.
Gong Wangheng looked at his bird's tail and, succumbing to instinct, pinched it.
But a bird's tail is not a place that can be pinched casually. The little baby was startled and pecked Gong Wangheng directly: "Chirp!"
—Don't touch my tail!
Gong Wangheng felt like he understood, because he thought the little bird was his younger brother, and his younger brother was really easy to guess.
The bird's beak was quite sharp, and it hurt a lot when it pecked at him. Gong Wangheng hissed, "Okay, okay, then I won't touch your tail."
Gong Wangheng put him on the bed: "Stay here for a while, I'll go blow dry my hair."
Gong Wangheng's hair was still wet as he had just finished taking a bath when all attention was attracted by the little parrot.
It didn't matter what he did as long as he had a little bird in the room. Gong Wangheng put on his clothes first, and then went back to the bathroom to blow dry his hair.
Bai Yuan felt that now was the perfect time to disappear at the speed of light.
But lying on his brother's bed, he fell into depravity.
From the perspective of the little parrot, my brother's room is so big. I never thought it was so big before.
He jumped up from the bed and flew around with his wings. He often came to his brother's room when he was a child. Thinking back now, he felt dazed and sighed that so much time had passed in a flash.
He was standing here lamenting the passing of time, while on the other side, danger was quietly approaching him.
Seventeen had entered Gong Wangheng's room at some point and was obviously interested in the flying bird. He sat on the ground, shook his tail, then jumped up on the spot, trying to swat the little baby down with one claw.
The little baby was almost photographed, but fortunately he noticed the danger in time and avoided it at the critical moment.
Seventeen is already eleven years old and is an old cat, but he has been lively since he was a child. Even at his advanced age, he is still strong and healthy, and his high jumping skills are still at their peak.
Bai Yuan quickly flew to the bookshelf. It would be too unfair for him if he really died under Seventeen's claws.
But climbing a bookshelf was easy for Seventeen, who jumped up in a few steps, and scared Bai Yuan so much that he quickly flew away. It was obvious that Seventeen was not aggressive towards him, but just curious and wanted to play with him - but how could a little parrot play with a cat? If he didn't play well, he would die.
Bai Yuan can choose to restore his human form at this time, which not only allows him to escape danger, but also allows him to knock Seventeen down.
But it wasn't possible. If he were to regain his human form now, he wouldn't even have a piece of cloth to cover himself. If his brother saw him naked, he would be truly socially dead.
The little baby flapped its wings and ran away, and Seventeen followed closely behind. The little baby shouted in his heart - you are already eleven years old, can you respect your age and be a qualified old cat!
It was not until the sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom stopped that the little baby realized that he could fly towards his brother. Whoosh, he flew into the bathroom at the speed of a fighter jet.
Gong Wangheng had just finished blow-drying his hair and hadn't combed it yet, so it was a little messy. The little darling didn't care and just let it rest on his head, as if it wanted to make a nest there.
The man and the bird met each other's eyes in the mirror. Gong Wangheng looked at the bird that was nesting directly on his head, and the bird was also looking at him.
Gong Wangheng thought the pink bird was cute, and the pink bird thought her brother looked good like this—and then Seventeen came in through the crack in the door.
Gong Wangheng then understood what was going on.
He bent down and picked up the eleven-year-old cat, who was still healthy and lively. "Qiqi, you can't come in. Get out."
Seventeen fell into Gong Wangheng's hands, unable to struggle. He just meowed a few times before being carried outside.
Although the door handle would hardly hinder it unless it was locked from the inside, it was a cat that would go wherever it wanted to go, but with Gong Wangheng around, at least the little baby's life was guaranteed.
The little baby stood on his brother's head, very steadily and well-behaved, looking like a hair accessory.
Gong Wangheng went in and out with the pink parrot on his head. After catching the cat, he went to drink a glass of water. Just when he was about to catch the bird to have a chat, Gong Suicheng and Zhong Anjia came back.
Unexpectedly, the couple lived a good life when he was away and even went out for drinks.
Zhong Anjia was obviously drunk, and Gong Suicheng supported him: "Okay, okay, let's go in."
Zhong Anjia covered her face: "... I feel like vomiting."
Gong Wangheng did not tell them that he would be back to spend the night. Gong Suicheng was stunned when he looked up and saw his grown-up son standing in the house.
Zhong Anjia was a few beats late to see that the drunkard had no logic and the first thing he said was: "... Hengheng, why do you have a bird on your head?"
The little baby's whole body stiffened instantly. Before coming here, he forgot that he might be seen by Uncle Zhong and Uncle Gong. Now, is it too late to pretend to be a fake bird
Zhong Anjia broke free from Gong Suicheng's arms, staggered towards Gong Wangheng, and reached out to grab the little parrot on his head: "… This is a bird, right? How can there be a pink bird? Where did it come from?"
Gong Wangheng quickly grabbed his wrist and said, "Dad, there is no bird. You are drunk and must have seen it wrong."
"I'm not mistaken, there is a bird on your head."
Gong Suicheng couldn't tell whether Gong Wangheng was talking nonsense seriously or trying to stop the drunkard, so he went over to stop Zhong Anjia: "You are drunk, don't mess around."
“Hmm…” Zhong Anjia was shaken by Gong Suicheng, turned around and vomited on him.
The scene is horrific.
The little baby stood on his brother's head and felt that there was danger everywhere in the Gong family tonight.
The author has something to say: I must write a loving picture of a pink parrot standing on the cool guy's head