Chapter 281 Poor Little Guy

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Sun Xiaomeng reached out to Xinghai, trying to stop it.

Xinghai smiled mischievously at her, and ran away with brisk but firm steps. Obviously, the frequency of the steps was not fast, as if every step could be seen clearly, but it was as elusive as a puff of smoke.

She swears, Xinghai really smiled at her just now!

Before Xinghai could stop it, it had already disappeared into a bedroom on the second floor. For some reason, Sun Xiaomeng had a strange premonition, maybe it was a woman's intuition - even if she chased after him, she might not be able to find it.

Why did Xinghai suddenly appear, and why did she help her open the kitchen door and then leave? She didn't understand, but felt that there was a reason, because Xinghai had never been so close to her before.

When the kitchen door opened, the voices inside stopped abruptly.

There were no so-called relatives of Zhang Zian in the kitchen, and there were no thieves she was worried about. There were only three parrots staring at her. She met Richard once before, but at that time her attention was mostly on Xinghai, and the other two red-faced parrots were probably the two that Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue brought back from Fengming Aviary. I heard Zhang Zian said it, but it was the first time I saw it.

She rolled her eyes to make sure that there was no one else in the small kitchen, so the conversation just now should have come from Richard and the two red-faced parrots. Richard can talk, she knows it, but the red-faced parrot... She thought about it carefully, Zhang Zian didn't seem to have mentioned that the red-faced parrot can talk when bought, so...

Sun Xiaomeng and Richard looked at each other.

The last time she saw this African gray parrot, she had the impression that its language was frivolous and slippery. She thought Zhang Zian had taught it that way on purpose. Now Richard seemed to be a different person...or a bird, watching her with a gaze full of affection and loss.

In an instant, it changed back again, and the speed of the change made her wonder if what she saw just now was an illusion. It spread its wings and quacked, "Hello, beauty!"

Sun Xiaomeng ignored the same frivolous words as last time, fixed her eyes on its wings, and called softly when it was about to withdraw its wings: "Wait a minute!"

She had just taken a step into the kitchen when Richard cried, "Cat! Cat!"

Sun Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she was still holding the shorts in her arms, which was so warm like a hand warmer that she couldn't bear to let go. She understood what Richard meant. The cat was too much of a threat to the three parrots. If they were kept in the same room, tragedy would probably happen.

But... It seems that Richard and Xinghai got along very well before?

Sun Xiaomeng looked down at the ordinary cat in her arms. It was obviously a similar cat, but this cat did not have the ineffable spirituality of Xinghai and the others. She turned around and put Mei Short on the floor in the corridor, pinched its neck and said, "You can find Xinghai and them to play with." Then she walked back to the kitchen and closed the kitchen door ajar.

Mei Short meowed twice in a daze, not knowing what to do.

At this time, Xinghai poked his head out from the door of Zhang Zian's bedroom and waved his cat's paw at him, "Come on, come and play hide-and-seek!"

Mei Short saw her usual playmate, followed meowingly, followed Xing Hai and disappeared at the door of the bedroom.

Sun Xiaomeng stopped Richard just now, and it obediently did not retract its wings to its side, but maintained a half-closed state. This posture is very strenuous and awkward for birds.

She walked to Richard's side and said softly, "Don't move." She carefully pinched its left wing with both hands, with gentle but firm movements, a pair of hands unique to doctors.

Sun Xiaomeng pushed aside the feathers on Richard's left wing, and saw an old scar as expected. If she hadn't been an experienced veterinarian, she would never have noticed that the opening angles of its left and right wings were asymmetrical the moment it spread its wings—there was only one reason for this, and that was that one wing was injured. Or have been injured.

"Poor little guy." She stretched out a finger and gently stroked along the scar, "It must have hurt at that time, right?"

She could tell that judging by the length and location of the scar, it should be caused by broken, damaged, or shed blood feathers. There must have been a lot of blood, which is not surprising for birds even if they died on the spot. serious injury. It was lucky enough to survive and recover, probably due to timely treatment and careful care.

Under her fingertips, Richard suddenly trembled like an electric shock.

"Huh? Does it still hurt?"

The reaction of ordinary people is to raise their fingers hastily, but Sun Xiaomeng intensified his strength, examining the bones on the bird's wings like a professional veterinarian. The result of the inspection is - its old wounds have indeed healed. As for the trembling just now, maybe the psychological trauma has not healed?

Richard didn't retract his wings, but also retracted his head under the other wing, not wanting his expression to be seen by anyone.

"Poor little guy."

The same sentence, uttered by different languages ​​and different people, is completely different in terms of phonemes and supraphones, but it sounds so similar to Richard, and the emotion in it is the same sincerity.

It wanted to try to pull the wings out of her hand, but the body couldn't use the strength, as if her fingers had some kind of magic power, making it involuntarily want to rely on them.

"Pass... play..."

The two red-faced parrots spoke again at this moment, turning Sun Xiaomeng's attention to them.

At this moment, she understood that the conversation she heard just before entering the kitchen was from Richard and the two red-faced parrots, and it was Richard who was teaching them to speak.

It is not uncommon for a parrot to learn certain words that another parrot with whom it has lived with for a long time may also learn these words, but it is not uncommon if the former is consciously teaching the latter to speak.

Some doubts arose in Sun Xiaomeng's heart, and she said to Richard, "Richard, can you understand me?"

Richard rolled his eyes at her and nodded.

Sun Xiaomeng was so surprised. If he was just skeptical when he saw it last time, it is now certain that it can understand human language and respond correctly, which only a very small number of individual parrots and primates can do. Up to this point, the probability is roughly equivalent to the probability of Einstein being born in the human population.

Sun Xiaomeng is a professional veterinarian, but she usually has no social activities or hobbies, and likes to dabble in some highly professional academic reports and papers to pass the time, which is why Zhang Zian always jokingly calls her a schoolmaster. She quickly unearthed the knowledge she had seen before in her mind, thinking about how to judge its intelligence level.