Chapter 347

There was more than half an hour before the plane landed.

The fashionable blonde girl in the front row took out a small comb and combed her silky blonde hair with a crackling static sound. Carefully touch up makeup in front of the small mirror. Richard couldn't help thinking that maybe LAX would have a boyfriend...or girlfriend waiting for her?

Not only her, but other passengers are also getting ready to get off the plane, going back and forth in the aisle, waiting in line to go to the toilet, and occasionally one or two brats want to grab Richard's tail mischievously, all of them are caught by him. Flexibly dodged.

Richard doesn't like the smell of cosmetics, and he doesn't like a brat like Xiao Yile. He wants to change to a place in the back where he won't be disturbed.

Fina was sleeping on the window seat, and Zhang Zian was dozing off on the middle seat with his mouth open. Richard decided to pick the soft persimmons, it flapped its wings and jumped onto Zhang Zian's shoulder, overlooking the brown coastline passing by from time to time on the skyline outside the porthole,

Suddenly, it noticed its own figure in the reflection of the porthole - the whole body was light gray feathers, and a cluster of dark red tail feathers looked very majestic.

It looked at it carefully, then lowered its head and combed the messy feathers on its chest with its beak.

"Don't make trouble." Zhang Zian noticed its movement, opened his eyes in a daze, wiped his saliva, and muttered.

For this man who firmly occupies the bottom of the pet store's food chain, Richard doesn't bother to care about him.

It remembered the first time it looked in the mirror before its death.

At that time, it was mentally immature, didn't know that it was a "parrot", and it didn't have the concept of a parrot picture in its mind. When it saw its own image in the mirror for the first time, it thought it was another creature invading its territory At that time, it was so timid that it curled up in a corner and shivered.

"Oh, dear, don't be afraid, it's you." Wearing a white coat, she seemed to be amused by its reaction, and then hugged it in her arms, whispering softly.

"Alex, look, this is you, you're a parrot."

In her gentle whispers, it felt as if it really wasn't so scared, and it was training to distinguish colors, so it asked, "What...colors?"

"Oh! Alex, you always surprise me! It's grey, look, your feathers are grey."

"Come on, cutie, you have another name - 'Grey'!"

that day

It was the first time it looked in the mirror, and since then it has firmly remembered the color of gray, and it has an additional nickname "gray", which she always calls it when she expresses that she is about to get angry.

It's like the first time it got on the plane with a ticket like a human being, it snatched her shrimp salad, and was reluctant to eat the fruit salad provided by the plane meal because it was not fresh. After patiently coaxing her a few times to no avail, she also became angry: "Damn it! Ash! You have to eat the fruit!"

It gave in and obediently finished the fruit salad, not because of her angry tone, but because it saw her eyes looking at him, worried, anxious... eyes.

Although the taste of ripe and rotten apples is disgusting, it can supplement the vitamins necessary for the body. It understands that ever since it was infected with Aspergillus, her worries about its physical condition have become a little paranoid.

And it doesn't want to see any trace of anxiety in her eyes.

...

"Two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on a sunny day—"

"No, baby, it's not a sunny day, it's a blue sky, it's not a second sound, it's a single sound!"

A family of four sat on the left side, and the Chinese mother helplessly corrected the pronunciation of the son with a mixed-race face for the nth time.

"Mommy, I know how to recite, I know how to recite." The younger sister, who also has a face of mixed race, is very enthusiastic, "Chun Mian doesn't wake up, mosquitoes everywhere... Mosquito bites!"

"My God!" The only mother with an oriental face in the family of four held her forehead, "It's 'Smell the Birds Everywhere', you are simply better than your brother!"

All the Chinese passengers around gave out good-natured laughter. Some foreign passengers couldn't understand, but they also felt something and laughed along with them.

Richard also grinned.

As a bird of interpretation, it is naturally familiar with oriental classical culture, not to mention Tang poetry and Song Ci, it can also read Han Fu and Yuan songs at its fingertips. And the first time it received the influence of this culture was a long, long time ago...

That year, she took it to Tucson in the southern United States and lived in a farm eight miles from the city center. Many mornings, it would accompany her on the terrace, drinking coffee and welcoming the sunrise.

The sun had risen to the Lincoln Mountains in the east, and it watched the sun's rays directly on the highest peak of the Santa Catalina Mountains with her. She was always amazed at the beauty of the lavender and pink rays, and often sighed: "Dear Alex, look how amazing nature is! You are all the favorites of the Creator!"

The hidden old tea praised the young doctor for his knowledge of Chinese and Western, but in fact she did not give in too much. Not long after living in the farm, perhaps because her mother tongue could no longer satisfy her admiration for nature, she began to teach it "clouds steaming rosy clouds" and "gas steaming clouds and dreamy lakes".

At that time, it couldn't understand such complicated words and meanings, so it could only imitate them mechanically. However, deep in my memory, I still remember the two lines she recited most often-"Mountains and birds are happy", "A parrot at the bottom of a leaf" Twice."

It wasn't until he became an elf that he understood the meaning of these verses, and he realized how difficult it is for a foreigner to learn Chinese classical poetry. She often says that it is her lifelong pride, but in fact, she is its pride.

is its whole world.

"X-art...Brazzers...Kink...Digital Sin...Private...Wicked...Hehe, Babes...I come, I see, I conquer..." Zhang Zian muttered with a disgusting smile Dao, as if in a sweet dream.

Richard temporarily woke up from the memory and shivered!

Why does this idiot speak English so well only at this time!

Fortunately, his voice was not loud. If the surrounding passengers heard it, they would probably call the police directly!

It cast a disgusted look at Zhang Zian, who was drooling in sleep, and with great effort pulled back the blanket that was about to slip off his body with its wings.

This idiot thought it was a random event that appeared in the Chinese professor's class, and it was his own luck.

In fact, it is attracted.

Although the old man Chen taught modern Chinese to make people drowsy, he spoke "Ancient Chinese Literature" with eloquence and emotion. Before Zhang Zian went to the class, he was talking about "Drinking Water Poetry" by Nalan Rongruo, the first poet in Qing Dynasty.

"Gambling books faded away with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was only commonplace... What happened in the past is normal, but now it can no longer be fulfilled... The tea is half in the wine, and the past is lingering, and it is all a dream."

Hearing it by chance, he was stunned.

What is love, it didn't understand before it was alive, this vocabulary is too complicated. It's just that the night before he passed away, it seemed to have a feeling somewhere, so he said "I love you" to her during the routine farewell.

What love is, it has become an elf does not understand, this kind of emotion is too deep. It's just that it doesn't understand why it has become an elf that can fly freely in the world, but there is always an empty place in its heart, barren and overgrown with weeds. Whenever I think of her, that sour feeling, it recalls the thirty years of being with her day and night, she taught it lessons hand in hand, it accompanied her lonely, and she lost her temper with it when she was angry... "The Times" That discerning reporter once reported that Doctor and it get along like a couple.

The harp sings in harmony and loves each other... It already understands the beauty of these words, but it also understands that this is a luxury that it will never be able to achieve in this life.

Love is companionship, but also letting go. It has already understood this truth, but it doesn't know where the sourness in its heart comes from... It was like enlightenment after hearing those two lines of poems. It turned out to be the case, just because the days of being together will never be there again, it resents itself for not remembering every bit of the past thirty years together in its heart, and resents itself for not cherishing more in the past.

The past is the past, the tea is half in the wine, the past is lingering, at that time it was only ordinary...

It stared at the other side of the ocean, its eyes gradually blurred, her gentle face seemed to appear in the white clouds, and the no longer young face was covered with traces of time, but in its eyes, it was vaguely thirty years ago, Qiao Xiao Qian Xi's woman.

The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

The farthest distance in the world is not that you don't know that I love you, but that I miss you heartbroken,

But I can only bury it deep in my heart.

...

"Hello passengers, this is the broadcast from the captain. We are expected to arrive at the destination Los Angeles International Airport in 20 minutes. Now the local time is 11:10 am, the temperature is 9 degrees Celsius, light wind, light rain, want to Passengers enjoying the sunshine in California may be disappointed. The runway is a bit slippery, please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing. Thank you very much for traveling with us today, and I hope your mood will not be affected by the bad weather, thank you!"

The English broadcast in the plane woke up Zhang Zian's dream of galloping on the grassland on a big ocean horse. He noticed that Richard seemed to be distracted, so he felt mischievous.

"Richard, what are you doing looking at the sky? What's in the sky? There shouldn't be a handjob, right? Hahahaha! You know that? Bird lovers have nicknamed the gray parrot 'handjob' .” He tried to play it with his fingers.

"You stupid-looking idiot, my uncle just got sand in his eyes." It nimbly dodged it, gave him a blank look, and jumped back to its seat like an elegant gentleman, "It's time to get off the plane , fasten your seat belts. Also, good news for you, it's raining in Los Angeles."

Zhang Zian felt the murderous aura coming from the left.