The shop that caught the Bao'er's attention was a pet bird shop.
The store was not big, but birdcages of various sizes were hung under the eaves, on the trusses, and between the branches of the trees. Many pet birds, such as parrots, larks, hibiscus, lovesickness, mannikins, thrushes, orioles, and so on, were jumping around. They were either drinking water or looking for food, or singing loudly. It was a lively scene.
Zuo Yi leaned over and asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"
The Bao'er hesitated, then raised her little hand and said, "Dad, this bird is so pitiful."
Her eyes were full of sympathy.
Zuo Yi looked in the direction of the little girl's finger and saw a small parrot standing on a bird rack in the corner.
It was a beautiful budgerigar. It had yellow-green feathers, and its upper body was densely covered with yellow and black stripes. The color was very bright, and there was a small silver chain tied to its left leg.
However, this budgerigar's mental state was obviously very poor. It looked very tired, not making any noise, not jumping, and trembling as if it would fall down from the rack at any time.
It was a sharp contrast to the other lively budgerigars next to it.
Zuo Yi did not know why the Bao'er suddenly noticed this budgerigar. He activated his Spirit Vision and glanced at it. He nodded and said, "It's sick."
It was not just sick, it was about to die!
In Zuo Yi's Spirit Vision, the budgerigar's flame of life was like a spark in the wind, and it could be extinguished in the next moment.
"Hmm..."
The Bao'er stared at it and bit her little finger. She looked like she wanted to say something but did not dare to.
Zuo Yi smiled slightly.
He was about to say something when a hoarse voice came from the side. "Little girl, you have good taste. This parrot of mine is not an ordinary budgerigar, but a purebred one from Australia. Do you think it's beautiful?"
The speaker was a dry old man wearing black cloth shoes and a short jacket. He had a hunched back and squinted eyes. His smiling face revealed a shrewd and cunning look. Obviously, he was the owner of this pet shop.
He had noticed the Bao'er's eyes and was secretly delighted. He quickly came up to her and said, "If you like it, you can take it home and play with it. I'll also give you a birdcage!"
Woof!
Teck, who was guarding the Bao'er, suddenly barked. His little eyes were ferocious. Do you want to die?
"Ah!"
The old man in the jacket, who had just come over, was shocked. His face turned pale, and he subconsciously took two steps back.
He almost fell.
When he saw that it was actually a little puppy that had frightened him, his old face flushed red again. "Really …"
He had really lost all his face.
Bao'er pulled the leash in embarrassment and chided softly, "Ah Tai."
Teck snorted, turned its head and rubbed against her little feet.
Zuo Yi smiled and asked, "Boss, how much is your budgerigar that won't live past tomorrow?"
"What are you talking about?!"
The old man's face turned purple. "My parrot is very clever. How can it not live past tomorrow..."
"I'll take it for 20."
Zuo Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He directly gave a price.
Zuo Yi used to raise two thrushes at home. Because of that, Zuo Yi would occasionally go to the flower and bird market to buy bird food. Therefore, he knew a little about pet birds.
"20?"
The purple face of the old man in the mandarin jacket turned dark, as though he had been greatly insulted. Even his voice was raised by a notch, "Let me tell you, this is an authentic Australian purebred, there's no such number …"
He opened his right hand and shook it at Zuo Yi. "You can't take it away if you don't have that much!"
A pair of small eyes stared at Zhang Zian. His voice was sonorous and powerful.
However, Zuo Yi was not moved. "Then 30. I don't want any more. You can keep it for yourself."
This budgerigar was an ordinary breed. The normal price was 30 to 41 yuan, and it had to be alive.
"You really..."
The old man was so angry that he shouted at the top of his voice, "Do you know how much the rent of my shop is?"
"Come on."
A middle-aged shop owner next door who was watching the fun couldn't stand it anymore. He pinched the teacup and teased, "Boss Sun, his eyes are bright. Don't think about fooling him anymore. If you need to make a move, make a move. You can't really keep him for dinner, right?"
He didn't like the old man, so he took the opportunity to ridicule him.
In addition, he really couldn't stand it. Anyone could see that this budgerigar was about to die, but the old man still wanted to rip it off. It was not a valuable thing. It was simply too degrading!
"I'll keep it for you!"
The old man retorted. He said to Zuo Yi angrily, "50 yuan is enough. I'll give you a bird stand."
He looked as if he was letting Zhang Zian off too easily.
In fact, the bird stand was not even worth a few yuan.
But Zuo Yi didn't agree. "Just 30 yuan. If you don't want to sell it, I don't want the bird stand."
He just said that he didn't want more than 30 yuan. Of course, he had to keep his promise — it was a matter of principle.
"You..."
The old man in the mandarin jacket glared at Zuo Yi, as if the latter was his mortal enemy.
The air froze.
After a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"
Zuo Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was just a few yuan, but he made it sound like a billion yuan contract negotiation.
What a drama queen!
Zuo Yi took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code and paid 30 yuan, and then took the sick budgerigar over.
The budgerigar didn't resist at all.
The old man's eyes were sharp. "Give me back the bird chain. It doesn't count!"
Zuo Yi shook his head speechlessly. He took off the bird chain, which was worth one or two yuan at most, and returned it to the old man.
The old man took the bird chain and glanced at Zuo Yi proudly. He was happy in his heart. Are you stupid or am I stupid?
The budgerigar he just sold was sick. It didn't eat or drink for the past two days. As Zuo Yi said, it was very likely that it wouldn't live to see tomorrow.
Now that he sold it to Zuo Yi at a normal price, the old man felt superior in terms of intelligence.
The middle-aged shop owner next door took a sip of wolfberry tea and looked at Zuo Yi as if he was looking at a fool. He knew that the bird was dying, but he still bought it!
That's not how you spoil a child. If the parrot dies tomorrow, the child will cry to death.
I have to buy it again!
However, Zuo Yi didn't care about other people's gazes. He squatted down with the budgerigar in his left hand and said to the little girl with a smile, "Dad bought it. Let's take it home and raise it, okay?"
"Ah."
The Bao'er exclaimed softly. She carefully touched the budgerigar's wings and asked worriedly, "Dad, didn't you say it was sick? Shouldn't we send it to the hospital for treatment first? "
"No."
Zuo Yi shook his head. "Dad can cure its illness."
As he spoke, his right thumb brushed across the budgerigar's beak, and two faint lights flashed on his fingertips.
The Bao'er opened her eyes wide and stared curiously at the little parrot in Zuo Yi's hand.
Under her gaze, the budgerigar, which was about to die at any moment, suddenly spread its wings.
Its originally dim eyes glowed brightly, as if it had just been reborn. Its entire body exuded a strong sense of vitality and vitality.
Flutter!
When Zuo Yi opened his palm, the budgerigar immediately jumped up and flew up.
It happily flew around the Bao'er twice in the air and chirped, "Bo'er, Bo'er, thank you!"
Its voice was clear and sweet, and its pronunciation was perfect!
"Ah?"
The Bao'er was dumbfounded. She asked confusedly, "How, how do you know my name?"
"Hee hee!"
The budgerigar folded its wings and landed steadily on her shoulder. It raised its beautiful feathers and rubbed its head intimately against her neck. It opened its mouth and said, "Guess, guess."
The Bao'er was fascinated by the little guy. She shook her head subconsciously and said, "I can't guess."
Clang!
The middle-aged shopkeeper next door dropped the tea jar in his hand, and the tea mixed with wolfberries flowed everywhere.
But he was completely unaware of it. At this time, he was stunned.
The old man in the mandarin jacket was even worse than the middle-aged shopkeeper. His pair of small eyes were like goldfish eyes, and the few muscles on his face were twitching. He was tongue-tied and could not speak.
There was no pride in his success.
"This, this..."
He pointed with a trembling finger at the budgerigar playing with the Bao'er. His heart was in pain!
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