Guo Dongyue's mother was no longer like a normal person. She became an Alzheimer's patient again. She got stuck when switching between two different kinds of thoughts.
Zhang Zian frowned, but he always reacted fast. He winked at Guo Dongyue, hinting him to bring the pair of red-headed lovebirds over. At the same time, he reminded Guo's mother, "Little Purple and Yellow Pea Cake, right?"
Guo Dongyue's mother's eyes lit up, "Yes! Little Purple and Yellow Pea Cake! " She looked around the room, trying to stand up with her hands on the armrests, and murmured, "Little Purple and Yellow Pea Cake, why aren't you chirping?"
Zhang Zian stood up, leaned forward, and gently pressed her shoulder, "Wait a minute, Little Purple and Yellow Pea Cake will be here soon."
Guo Dongyue's mother looked up at Zhang Zian, and smiled gently, "Who are you looking for?"
Although Zhang Zian was mentally prepared, his heart still sank when he heard that.
He had only talked with Guo Dongyue's mother for a short while, and the topic was made up by him. Even so, being forgotten still made him feel depressed. It was hard to imagine how Guo Dongyue felt when he was forgotten day after day.
"I am a bird enthusiast," he lied without changing his expression, "I heard that your parrots are very good at talking, so I want to learn from you."
"Bird... enthusiast?" Guo Dongyue's mother repeated the word, which was strange to her.
"I raise and play with birds," Zhang Zian explained simply.
"Oh..." Guo Dongyue's mother nodded politely, but she didn't believe him as easily as before.
Zhang Zian took out his cell phone, started the Pet Hunter game, and showed her Richard's pet bar.
"Look, this is my African grey parrot."
Guo Dongyue's mother had presbyopia. She tilted her head back, away from the screen, and frowned, but still couldn't see clearly.
Zhang Zian reminded her, "Your glasses are hanging around your neck."
Guo Dongyue's mother opened her mouth, and lowered her head subconsciously. Her movements were sluggish and stiff. She saw the pair of glasses tied to the legs of the glasses were hanging around her neck. She was dazed for a second, and then put on the glasses with a relieved smile.
The screen of the cell phone became clear in her eyes.
"Oh, it's really a grey parrot." She was a little surprised and surprised. She trusted Zhang Zian a little more. "It's rare to see young people who like to raise birds."
Zhang Zian took back his phone and smiled. "More and more young people are raising birds now."
In Guo's mother's memory, most of the people who liked to raise birds were middle-aged and old people. But now, many young people also liked to raise birds, although the number of birds was still less than that of cats and dogs.
Guo Dongyue stood at the door of the living room for a while with the birdcage in his hand. He didn't come in until Zhang Zian finished talking. He was impressed and amused by Zhang Zian. He could switch between different identities so quickly without giving himself away.
Guo's mother noticed him coming in. She looked at his face and opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat. Anxiety, hesitation, and depression alternately occupied her face, as if she could burst into tears at any time. Even Zhang Zian, a bystander, could not bear to watch anymore.
Fortunately, the two red-headed lovebirds chirped at the right time, which attracted Guo's mother's attention.
She stared blankly at the bird in the cage and fumbled to take off her reading glasses. A smile finally appeared on her face.
"Little Purple, Yellow Pea Cake, it's you! I haven't heard you chirping for a long time. I thought you ran away! Dong Yue … "She looked around, completely ignoring her son, who was very close to her, as if she was trying to excuse herself," Dong Yue is at school. Don't worry about disturbing his study … "
Guo Dongyue's hand trembled, and the birdcage shook a few times. He quickly steadied it and turned his head away.
His long-dormant memory was awakened. When he was in middle school, sometimes when he was under great pressure, such as a math competition or a final exam, he would be distracted just like everyone else. Once he didn't get the ideal grades, he would occasionally complain that the two lovebirds at home were always chirping and disturbing his study.
Zhang Zian already knew that she was in a very unstable state, so he had to find out what he needed to know as soon as possible. He said to her, "Are these two red-headed lovebirds? They are a very rare breed. "
"Yes! They are red-headed lovebirds! " She responded happily, "An old classmate gave them to me as a gift. Very few people can recognize them. You are really … a bird … a bird …"
"A bird enthusiast." Zhang Zian said it for her.
"A bird enthusiast … a bird enthusiast …" Guo Dongyue's mother repeated it mechanically, as if she was afraid that she would forget.
Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue exchanged a look, and both of them were relieved. Guo Dongyue's mother used to raise red-headed lovebirds. This kind of lovebird was very rare, and there were almost no subspecies, so the color of their feathers was almost the same. If it were other common parrots, it would be very difficult to find one with the same color.
"I heard that you have taught them to talk? As far as I know, red-headed lovebirds are not good at learning to talk. It was not easy for you to teach them. "Zhang Zian led the conversation as if he was talking about family matters.
"Haha, you are flattering me. When Dong Yue was not at home, I was bored alone, so it was a good time to teach them to talk. " She said with a smile, "You don't know, my son is very successful, and he is very well-behaved. He never let me worry too much …"
Speaking of this, her face showed a little bit of regret, and she said in a very low voice, "He never let me worry too much … He never let me worry too much …"
Guo Dongyue's eyes were red, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He now understood how lonely his mother was. If he could go back in time, he would choose not to be so well-behaved, and not so independent, so that his mother could worry more. For a mother, worrying about her child was actually a kind of happiness.
Zhang Zian hardened his heart, and brought the topic back, "What did you teach them to talk? Can you tell me? "
Guo Dongyue's mother was stunned for a second, and her mind seemed to be stuck again.
Zhang Zian pointed at the birdcage, and reminded her, "Parrots, your parrots, what can they say?"
"They …" Guo Dongyue's mother's mood changed very fast, and she almost instantly changed from sadness to excitement, "I taught them a poem!"
Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue were shocked, and asked at the same time, "Which poem?"
Guo Dongyue's mother took a deep breath, as if she was preparing to recite a poem, but when the words were about to come out of her mouth, she forgot what she was going to say. Her two rows of teeth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Oh no!
Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue had a bad premonition.
In the next second, their premonition was confirmed. Guo Dongyue's mother showed a gentle but vigilant smile again, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
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