"Xing..."
Sun Xiaomeng reached out to Xinghai, trying to stop it.
Xinghai smiled at her naughtily, and ran away with brisk but firm steps. Although its pace was not fast, as if every step could be seen clearly, it was as elusive as smoke.
She swore that Xinghai did smile at her!
Before Sun Xiaomeng could stop it, Xinghai had disappeared into a bedroom on the second floor. Somehow, Sun Xiaomeng had a strange premonition. Maybe it was a woman's intuition — even if she chased after it, she might not be able to find it.
Why did Xinghai suddenly appear, and why did it help her open the kitchen door and then leave? She didn't understand, but she had a feeling that there was a reason, because Xinghai had never been so close to her before.
When the kitchen door was opened, the voices inside stopped abruptly.
There were no so-called relatives of Zhang Zian in the kitchen, nor were there any burglars that she was worried about. There were only three parrots staring at her. She had seen Richard once before, but at that time, most of her attention was on Xinghai. The other two red-headed lovebirds were probably the ones that Zhang Zian and Guo Dongyue brought back from the Phoenix House. She had heard about them from Zhang Zian, but it was the first time that she had seen them.
She rolled her eyes to make sure that there was no one else in the small kitchen, so the conversation just now should be between Richard and the two red-headed lovebirds. She knew that Richard could talk, but the red-headed lovebirds... She carefully recalled that Zhang Zian had never mentioned that the red-headed lovebirds could talk after they were bought, so...
Sun Xiaomeng and Richard looked at each other.
The last time she saw this African grey parrot, it gave her the impression that its language was frivolous and slippery. She thought that Zhang Zian deliberately taught it to talk like that. Now Richard seemed to have changed into a different person... or a different bird. It was looking at her with a gaze full of affection and a sense of loss.
In a split second, it changed back. The speed of its transformation made her wonder if what she had just seen was an illusion. It opened its wings and cawed, "Hello, beauty!"
Sun Xiaomeng ignored the frivolous words, and stared at its wings. When it was about to retract its wings, she whispered, "Wait!"
She had just taken one step into the kitchen when Richard shouted, "Cat! Cat! "
Sun Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was still holding the American Shorthair in her arms. It was as warm as a hand warmer, and she was reluctant to let it go. She understood what Richard meant. The cat was a great threat to the three parrots. If they were in the same room, it was likely that a tragedy would happen. But … it seemed that Richard and Xinghai were getting along very well.
Sun Xiaomeng looked down at the ordinary American Shorthair in her arms. They looked similar, but this cat did not have the indescribable intelligence of Xinghai and the others. She turned around and put the American Shorthair on the floor in the hallway. She pinched its neck and said, "Go play with Xinghai and the others." Then she walked back to the kitchen and closed the door.
The American Shorthair meowed in confusion, not knowing what to do.
At this time, Xinghai poked its head out of Zhang Zian's bedroom door and waved its paw at it. "Come on, let's play hide-and-seek!"
Seeing its usual playmate, the American Shorthair meowed and followed Xinghai to the bedroom door.
Sun Xiaomeng stopped Richard just now. It was unusually obedient and did not retract its wings. Instead, it kept its wings half open and half closed, which was very strenuous and awkward for birds.
She walked next to Richard and said softly, "Don't move." She carefully pinched its left wing with both hands. Her movements were gentle and firm, which was a pair of hands unique to doctors.
Sun Xiaomeng brushed away the feathers on Richard's left wing, and as expected, she saw an old scar. If she was not an experienced veterinarian, she would never have noticed that the angle of its wings were not symmetrical the moment it spread its wings. There was only one reason for this, and that was that one of its wings was injured, or had been injured before.
"Poor little guy." She stretched out a finger and gently stroked along the scar. "It must have been very painful at the time, right?"
Judging from the length and position of the wound, it should have been caused by the blood feather being broken, damaged, or falling off. There must have been a lot of blood. For a bird, this was a serious injury that could kill it on the spot. It was lucky to survive and recover, probably because it had received timely treatment and careful care.
Under her fingertips, Richard suddenly trembled as if it had been electrocuted.
"What? Does it still hurt? "
Ordinary people would have reacted by hurriedly curling up their fingers, but Sun Xiaomeng increased her strength and examined the bones on the bird's wing with the technique of a professional veterinarian. The result of the examination was that its old injury had indeed healed. As for the trembling just now, maybe it was because of the psychological trauma?
Richard did not retract its wing, and it even hid its head under its other wing, not wanting anyone to see its expression at this time.
"Poor little guy."
The same sentence, spoken by different people in different languages, was completely different in both phonemes and supra-phonemes. However, to Richard, it sounded so similar, full of feelings full of the same sincerity.
It tried to pull its wing out of her hand, but its body could not exert any strength, as if there was some kind of magic in her fingers that made it want to rely on her involuntarily.
"Play... play..."
At this time, the two red-headed lovebirds spoke again, and Sun Xiaomeng's attention was shifted to them.
At this time, she already understood that the conversation she had heard before entering the kitchen was from Richard and the two red-headed lovebirds, and that Richard was teaching them to speak.
It was not uncommon for a parrot to learn certain words, and another parrot that had been with it for a long time might also learn the same words. However, if the former was consciously teaching the latter to speak, it would be too unusual.
Sun Xiaomeng had some doubts in her heart, and said to Richard, "Richard, can you understand my words?"
Richard rolled its eyes and looked at her, then nodded.
Sun Xiaomeng was so surprised. If she had only doubted it when she saw it last time, now she was sure that it could understand human language and make the correct response. Only a very few parrots and primates could do this, and the probability of them being able to do this was probably equivalent to the probability of the birth of Einstein in the human community.
Sun Xiaomeng was a professional veterinarian, but she usually did not have any social activities or hobbies. She liked to extensively dabble in professional academic reports and papers to kill time, which was also why Zhang Zian always jokingly called her a straight-A student. She quickly dug out the knowledge she had read before in her mind, and thought about how to judge its intelligence level.
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