Chapter 259: The Messenger of the Goddess

Seeing that success was in sight, Guo's mother was broken again at such a juncture, and all her efforts returned to zero. Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue felt tight in their chests and almost vomited blood.

what to do? Do you want to try again?

They asked each other with their eyes, each waiting for the other's answer. In terms of emotion and reason, this should be done by Guo Dongyue, but he couldn't control his emotions when facing his mother, so he could only pin his hopes on Zhang Zian.

Zhang Zian sighed helplessly, always feeling like he was on a pirate ship. He has self-knowledge, the success just now was purely a fluke, Guo Dongyue's expectations were like three mountains on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to say no. On the other hand, when he sees Guo's mother, he always thinks of his mother and compares his heart with his heart. If his mother suffers from a serious illness, he will also hope that others can help.

Therefore, he repeated the old trick and said with a smile: "I am a bird enthusiast..."

"I didn't ask this." Mother Guo's smile cooled, she stood up from the sofa, and said sternly: "I'm asking how you got into my house? Who opened the door for you? If you don't leave, I will Call the police!"

Zhang Zian's heart beeped, the painting style was different every time, what should I do?

"No, no, we are good people." He raised his hands to show that he was not malicious.

"Good guy? Why would a good guy trespass on a private house?" Mother Guo's voice became louder and louder, "Can you leave? If you don't, I'll call for someone?"

When Aunt Bai heard the voice coming out of the kitchen in a hurry, she grabbed her and advised, "My old sister-in-law, don't shout, they are not outsiders."

Mother Guo stared at Aunt Bai's face for a few seconds before recognizing her, "Swallow?"

Aunt Bai smiled wryly and nodded, "In this building, you're the only old sister-in-law who calls me that."

"Swallow, who are they? Your friend?" Mother Guo pointed to Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue.

Aunt Bai is far less adaptable than Zhang Zian, she was speechless when asked, she wanted to say that she is your son and your son's friend, but in this way, she will fall into an endless loop, Mother Guo will never admit that Guo Dongyue is her son .

She bit the bullet and said, "Yes, it's my friend."

"What are they doing? Why did you bring them to my house?" Mother Guo asked one sentence after another.

"This..." When Aunt Bai was at a loss,

Seeing Zhang Zian pointing to the cage, he said understandingly: "Old sister-in-law, they are here to see your parrot."

"Parrot?" Guo's mother also saw the bird cage, and before everyone could react, she snatched it from Guo Dongyue's hand, hugged it like a baby, and reprimanded sharply: "How dare you steal my parrot! Call the police!"

None of the three of them chanted now, they could only stand there in embarrassment, you look at me, I look at you... At this point, we can only wait for Guo's mother to be broken again. However, things turned out to be contrary to expectations. Mother Guo might have been too angry. She took turns pointing at Guo Dongyue and Zhang Zian and scolded them bloody. She really regarded them as thieves.

The last one to enter was Zhang Zian. When he came in just now, he just concealed the door. At this moment, with a creak, the door was gently pushed open, and a golden cat stepped into the room, followed by another is another one. Fina walked in with a blank expression, a few pieces of paper in her mouth.

Seeing Fina with the paper in his mouth, Zhang Zian was shocked. He even wondered if those papers were the original stock subscription certificates of some super company—other than that, what else could make the cleanliness willing to hold it? How many pieces of paper are there?

Fina's sense of presence is so strong that even Guo's mother stopped chattering, looked at it in surprise, and said after a few seconds, "This... Where did this cat come from?"

"It's my cat, I brought it." Zhang Zian said while winking at Fina, meaning what exactly are you holding?

Fina ignored him.

Guo's mother became even more angry, "Okay, you brought the cat, do you want the cat to steal my parrot?"

Zhang Zian didn't explain at all, because the explanation was not clear, and because the explanation was useless, he could only continue to wait for her to lose this short memory, and then start again, just like the S/L Dafa when playing games-although listening It sounds ridiculous, but this is an out-and-out tragedy.

"Get out! Get your cat out!" She hugged the cage tighter. Because of the sharp cry, the two red-faced parrots in the cage shrank into the corner of the cage in fright, and clung to each other tightly.

Guo Dongyue closed her eyes in pain. Her mother was a well-educated and educated person before, and she would never say such vulgar words. It was Alzheimer's disease that changed her personality.

Zhang Zi'an said it was bad, but if someone told her to get out, Yi Feina's character would definitely be furious. Even he had the idea of ​​simply leaving and getting out of things. Just in case, he stood between Fei Na and Guo's mother, for fear that Fei Na would attack her in a fit of rage.

Unexpectedly, Fina didn't seem to be angry, she just opened her mouth calmly, let a few pieces of paper fall on the ground, then glanced at Mother Guo, flicked her tail out as if it had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Zian bent down and picked up the few pieces of paper, only to find that they were just children's scribbles, or picture diaries.

In the first picture, a little boy is holding a flower and running towards the house, and the bottom is crookedly written: Today is my mother's birthday.

Zhang Zian turned to the second picture, and the scene was changed to an indoor one. A woman in a skirt was sitting at a table, holding the flower just now. The accompanying text was: Mom is very happy, kua I am a good boy.

It may be due to the lack of literacy, the word "kua" is replaced by pinyin.

Zhang Zian turned to the third picture. The little boy was standing straight in front of the woman. An oval box representing the content of his speech was extended from his mouth. In the dialog box it was written "Xian in ci_mu's hand, shirt on you... "

The text under the picture is: The teacher asked us to recite this poem to my mother on her birthday, and wish her happy birthday!

The lines and words drawn by the crayon have been blurred and can only be barely recognized, as if witnessing the passage of time.

Zhang Zian read these three pieces of paper several times, and handed them to Guo Dongyue, "Is this the poem? When you were in the kindergarten on the corner, did the teacher ask you to read this poem on your mother's birthday?" ?”

Guo Dongyue took the paper and read it several times, his lips moved slightly, silently reading the words on the picture. When he listened to Zhang Zian read this poem to Little Celery in the pet shop, somewhere in his heart seemed to be touched, like a small stone rolling down from the top of a mountain. But the memory has been sleeping for too long, like the clothes that have been pressed at the bottom of the box, it has been covered with wrinkles, and it has not returned to its original appearance, and he was in a hurry to pick a parrot, so he had no time to think about it carefully, so he missed it regrettably.

However, the Goddess of Fate gave him a second chance, and sent the golden cat as a messenger to bring a picture diary left by a certain child in the kindergarten, which ironed out the wrinkles of memory like an iron, and made him recall his childhood time again. That's right, he also recited this poem to his mother on her birthday at that time. Although he was still young at the time, he didn't have any special feelings about this poem. After reciting, his mother hugged him into her arms, and he shyly pushed his mother away and ran away...

While Guo Dongyue was immersed in the reveries of the past, Zhang Zian had quietly left the room, squatting with Fei Na on the corridor outside the door, watching the children's graffiti on the wall, and neither of them spoke for a while.

After a while, the Snow Lion called impatiently from downstairs: "Meow! Are you all right, Your Majesty?"

"I'm going down now." Fina responded with just the right volume, and then walked down the stairs.

When it stepped down the first step, Zhang Zian's voice came from behind it: "Something shiny?"

Fina paused for a moment, but didn't say anything, and walked forward step by step proudly and reservedly.

It is Fina Paris XIII, the guardian of the immortal kingdom of God, who does not need to explain its will to mortals.