The days of life are like flowing water and flying shuttle, passing by in the blink of an eye.
Just as I looked up, the remaining snow on the small hill of Shenyan had melted away, and the whole place was filled with spring scenery.
The mountain peach blossoms have turned red, the tall trees and short trees have turned green, and the tender grass that has just sprouted is lush and green, covering the entire mountain.
Dan Yu had never come since that winter night. Bihua Lingjun was still the same as usual, visiting the hills under his jurisdiction, petting the mountain beasts big and small, and occasionally visiting the human world.
As spring comes and flowers bloom, all the mountain beasts, big and small, come out of their caves, and Lord Bihua Lingjun has a lot more fun.
The tiger cub he sent back to the cave that day is now half grown up. When he sees him, he still listens to him and is very obedient.
The big bobcat was carrying its little bobcat back and forth in the grass, the big squirrel was leading its little squirrels to jump on the branches, the big tiger was lying in ambush behind the tree with its little tiger, watching the big goat and the little goat with ill intentions, and even the big monkey was holding its little monkey to compete with other monkeys for food.
Bihua Lingjun took Ge Yue for a leisurely walk. A little mountain cat squatted in the grass and puffed up its fur provocatively at Ge Yue. Ge Yue pretended not to see it and continued to follow Bihua Lingjun slowly. The little mountain cat then jumped behind Ge Yue and scratched his tail with its claws.
Ge Yue turned around and saw the little bobcat immediately lying in the grass, shivering and whimpering fiercely. Ge Yue squinted at it, grabbed its neck hair with her mouth, and carried it back to its mother bobcat, who was also shivering.
Bihua Lingjun stood aside with his hands behind his back, watching with a smile. Suddenly, there was a fluttering sound above his head.
Bihua Lingjun looked up and saw a colorful parrot jumping back and forth on a branch diagonally above her, flapping its wings continuously.
Bihua Lingjun looked at it, and it also tilted its head to look at Bihua Lingjun, still flapping its wings and jumping on the branches.
It has a plump body, with fluffy feathers on its head and neck, and the hair on its belly looks particularly soft in the breeze. Its shiny but incomplete wing and tail feathers, as well as the tender yellow corners of its mouth, all indicate that it is still a young parrot.
Bihua Lingjun's smile deepened and he raised his right hand towards the parrot on the treetop.
The parrot flapped its wings, tilted its head, jumped down, and landed on Bihua Lingjun's right hand.
When he just landed, it seemed that he didn't hold Bihua Lingjun's fingers firmly, and his body swayed for a while before he squatted steadily.
Bihua Lingjun held it in front of his eyes. It squatted obediently, tilted its head, and its little eyes were sparkling.
Bihua Lingjun conjured up some pine seeds from somewhere and fed them to the parrot. The parrot pecked them carefully in its mouth with its beak, still a little reserved.
It finished eating the pine seeds, but it didn't leave.
Bihua Lingjun stroked its head and back with his fingers, and it immediately flapped its wings, jumped onto Bihua Lingjun's shoulder, and rubbed its head against Bihua Lingjun's face in a familiar manner.
It wouldn't leave, and Bihua Lingjun couldn't chase it away, so he said helplessly, "Do you want to go back to the land temple with me?"
The parrot flapped its wings again and rubbed its head against his face.
A few days later, Song Yu and Heng Wen, who were banished to the Far East Island, came to visit the Earth God Temple of Bihua Lingjun. The two were always very homely. After entering the Earth God Temple, they picked the most comfortable chairs to sit on and asked for the most expensive tea to drink. While Bihua Lingjun and Heng Wen were chatting, Song Yu looked around while drinking tea and saw something squatting on the table at one side. He immediately said, "Oh, is that a bird squatting over there? Why doesn't it squat on the stick over there, but squats on the table?"
Bihua Lingjun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Oh, it's a parrot." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the thing on the table immediately jumped twice, flapped its wings, and flew over and landed in Bihua Lingjun's hand.
Song Yao stroked his chin and looked at it: "Well, it is indeed a parrot. Just now, I saw it squatting on the table with its neck shrunk from a distance, and I thought it was a quail with dyed feathers."
The parrot squatted on Bihua Lingjun's finger, motionless and indifferent.
Bihua Lingjun said, "I'm bored here all day, so it's a good companion." His tone was understated. The parrot seemed to tremble, jumped onto Bihua Lingjun's shoulder, rubbed his face with its head, then jumped back onto his finger and squatted obediently.
Song Yao said, "How come this parrot's feathers are so colorful? There's a phrase called 'flowers and willows, green and blue', which fits it just right. Its belly is actually red, and the rest of its feathers are so green, so blue, and even have a hint of yellow. The red, yellow, green, and blue are all wonderful colors, and you can't match them like this even if you try hard. Wow, it's really complete."
The parrot listened to Song Yu's comments on it with its eyelids drooping, standing still.
Song Yao hooked his finger at the parrot again: "Can you talk? Come on, call Uncle Song and let me hear it, Uncle Song."
The parrot still squatted there with drooping eyelids and looked indifferent.
Heng Wen said from the side: "If you don't take advantage of others for a day, you will feel itchy."
Song Yao immediately said, "That's not right. Brother Bihua and you and I are like brothers. This parrot is his favorite bird, just like his son. Brother Bihua is its father, so aren't you and I its uncles in terms of seniority?"
Heng Wen waved his fan and said nothing. Bihua Lingjun raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Speaking of the word brother, Brother Song Yu is very kind. Let's not talk about the time in the Heavenly Palace. When you violated the Heavenly Law and almost disappeared, I remember that I helped you a lot. Then you reincarnated several times, and I spent a lot of time and effort, and owed you many favors. After that, when you went to the island, I also took the time to visit you. Now, I live in this desolate mountain, as poor as a beggar in the mortal world, but I haven't seen Brother Song Yu, who always claims to be like a brother to me, come to see me a few times."
Song Yao laughed awkwardly, "Look, Brother Bihua, aren't Hengwen and I sitting here? You know, I'm still labeled as demoted. Although I can go anywhere except the Heavenly Palace, I can't go around too often, right? Now we're all demoted little gods, you should understand this situation."
Bihua Lingjun tapped the armrest of the chair with his left hand leisurely, without saying a word.
Song Yao smiled again: "How about this, Brother Bihua, I'll apologize to you." He glanced at Bihua Lingjun's right hand, "Your parrot—"
"Your parrot looks dull, with droopy eyelids and green eyes. It looks listless. In my humble opinion, it may have some disease."
The parrot glanced at Song Yu from the corner of its eye, then flew to Bihua Lingjun's shoulder, rubbed his face with its head, and flew back to his right hand.
Song Yu continued, "- Moreover, it is sometimes particularly affectionate, sometimes active, sometimes quiet, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, the difference is really too big. I guess it is because spring is coming, and it also has some ideas-"
Song Yao looked at the parrot sincerely and said to Bihua Lingjun sincerely: "Bihua, you should find a female parrot for it and mate it with it. When it hatches a nest of baby parrots, you will not only have a son and a daughter-in-law, but also a nest of grandchildren. It can be said that three generations live under one roof. You will be so happy playing with your grandchildren and naturally you will not feel lonely here."
Hengwen covered his mouth with his fan and coughed.
Bihua Lingjun nodded thoughtfully: "Well, what you said is true, Brother Song."
The parrot's little body trembled again, its claws slipped, and then it stabilized. It flew to Bihua Lingjun's shoulder and rubbed his face with its head desperately.
Song Yao said: "I'm right, look how excited it is when it heard that we were going to find a female parrot for it."
The parrot turned its head and glanced at Song Yu coldly, with a cold light in its eyes.
Song Yao smiled and said, "Sure enough, it understands what I'm saying, haha, so good!"
Hengwen grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl on the small table beside him and threw it into Song Yao's arms. Song Yao peeled the orange peel, broke off a slice and put it in his mouth, without saying anything.
Bihua Lingjun stroked the back of the parrot's neck. The parrot tilted its head and gently pecked his finger with its beak.
Song Yu held the orange in his mouth and shook his head, then filled the cup next to Heng Wen with tea.
When the parrot rubbed its head against Bihua's hand, it glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally.
After chatting for half a day and having a lazy meal, Song Yu and Heng Wen finally said goodbye and left leisurely.
After Chengyun left for a long distance, Song Yu turned around and looked at the small mountain top.
Heng Wen laughed and said, "You really pissed off Emperor Danyu to death today."
Song Yao sneered, "That old phoenix is truly the ultimate in shamelessness. He pretends to be a whore all day long. Bihua can't tell, so we can only pretend not to tell. Then I will treat it as a real parrot. Hehe, if I can't make it die of rage, I'm not surnamed Song."
Song Yao always remembered the fact that Dan Yu turned into a tiger cub, and was still bothered by the phoenix feather that was still in the vase in his living room.
After sneering, Song Yu raised his hand and scratched the back of his head again: "I don't understand Brother Bihua's hobbies either. Why did he fall in love with that phoenix? And he clearly knew that the parrot was transformed from an old phoenix, so why didn't he point it out?"
Heng Wen said: "Maybe... it's just a hobby..."
In the middle of the night, the parrot squatted at the head of Bihua Lingjun's bed, looking at Bihua's sleeping face.
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