There was still half an hour before the plane landed.
The blonde lady in the front row took out a small comb and combed her silky blonde hair, which made a crackling sound. She put the comb back into her handbag, took out a lot of bottles of cosmetics, and began to carefully touch up her makeup in front of the small mirror. Richard couldn't help but think that maybe there would be a boyfriend... or girlfriend waiting for it at the Los Angeles International Airport.
Not only her, but other passengers were also getting ready to get off the plane. They were coming and going in the aisle, waiting to go to the bathroom. Occasionally, one or two naughty kids would naughtily pull Richard's tail, but it nimbly dodged them all.
Richard didn't like the smell of cosmetics, and it didn't like naughty kids like Yi Le either. It wanted to move to a seat in the middle where it wouldn't be disturbed.
Fina was sleeping in the seat by the window, and Zhang Zian was napping in the seat in the middle with his mouth wide open. Richard decided to pick the soft persimmon. It fluttered its wings and jumped onto Zhang Zian's shoulder, looking out of the porthole at the brown coastline that passed by the skyline from time to time.
Suddenly, it noticed its own reflection in the porthole — its whole body was covered with light gray feathers, and a cluster of dark red tail feathers made it look very dignified.
It carefully looked at itself, lowered its head, and combed the messy feathers on its chest with its beak.
"Stop it." Zhang Zian noticed its movement, opened his eyes in a daze, wiped his saliva, and murmured.
Richard didn't want to talk to this man who firmly occupied the bottom of the pet shop's food chain.
It remembered the scene when it first looked into the mirror when it was alive.
At that time, it didn't have intelligence, didn't know that it was a "parrot", and didn't have the concept of a parrot in its mind. When it saw its image in the mirror for the first time, it thought that another creature had invaded its territory. At that time, it was still very timid, and it was so scared that it curled up in a corner and shivered.
"Oh, my dear, don't be afraid. It is you." Wearing a white coat, she seemed to be amused by its reaction. Then she held it in her arms and kept whispering softly.
"Alex, you see, this is you. You are a parrot."
In her gentle whisper, it felt that it was really not that scared anymore. At that time, it was training to distinguish colors, so it asked, "What... color?"
"Oh! Alex, you always surprise me! This is gray. Look, your feathers are gray. "
"Come on, little cutie, you have another name — Gray!"
That day, it looked in the mirror for the first time. From then on, it remembered the color gray, so it got a nickname, "Gray". Later on, she would only call it that when she was about to get angry.
Just like the first time it used a ticket to get on a plane like a human, it snatched her shrimp salad and refused to eat the fruit salad provided by the in-flight meal because it was not fresh. She patiently coaxed him a few times to no avail. Finally, she got angry. "Damn it! Ashes! You must eat the fruit! "
It gave in and obediently finished the fruit salad, not because of her angry tone, but because it saw the way she looked at it, worried, anxious … eyes.
Although the taste of a ripe apple was disgusting, it could replenish its body's essential vitamins. It understood that ever since it was infected with Aspergillus, she was worried about its physical condition and became a little paranoid.
And it didn't want to see any trace of anxiety in her eyes.
…
"Two orioles singing green willows, a group of egrets on a sunny day —"
"No, no, baby, it's not sunny, it's blue sky. Not two sounds, but one sound!"
There was a family of four sitting on the left. The Chinese mother had to correct her mixed-race son's pronunciation for the umpteenth time.
"Mommy, I know how to recite, I know how to recite." The mixed-race sister was also very enthusiastic. "Spring sleep without knowing, mosquito … mosquito bite everywhere!"
“My God！” The mother, the only Asian in the family of four, put her hand on her forehead. "It's' Everywhere Bird '. You are even better than your brother!"
The surrounding Chinese passengers all laughed good-naturedly. Some of the foreign passengers did not understand, but they also felt something and laughed as well.
Richard grinned as well.
As an Apprehensive Bird, it was naturally familiar with classical oriental culture. Not to mention Tang and Song poems, it could even recite Han Fu and Yuan Qu. And it was a long, long time ago that it was influenced by this kind of culture for the first time …
That year, she took it to Tucson in the south of the United States and lived in a farm eight miles away from the city center. Many mornings, it would accompany her on the patio, drinking coffee and welcoming the sunrise.
The sun rose to the Lincoln Mountains in the east. It would watch the sun shine directly on the highest peak of the Santa Catalina Mountains with her. She would always be amazed by the beauty of the lavender and pink sunglow. She often exclaimed, "Dear Alex, look, how amazing nature is! You are all the beloved children of the Creator! "
Old Time Tea praised the young doctor for being well-versed in both Chinese and Western culture. In fact, she was not far behind. Not long after they lived in the farm, perhaps because her mother language could no longer satisfy her overflowing love for nature, she began to teach it many other things, such as "Cloud Steaming Rosy Cloud" and "Cloud Dream Swamp".
At that time, it couldn't understand such complicated words and meanings, so it could only imitate them mechanically. However, in the depths of its memory, it still remembered that the two phrases she most often recited were "The mountain light pleases the birds" and "The parrots at the bottom of the leaf".
It was not until he became an elf that he understood the meaning of these poems. Only then did he realize how difficult it was for a foreigner to learn classical Chinese poetry. It was not until it became an elfin that it understood how difficult it was for a foreigner to learn classical Chinese poetry.
She often said that it was the pride of her life.
"X-art … Brazzers … Kink … Digital Sin … Private … Wicked … Hehe, foreign girl … I come, I see, I conquer …" Zhang Zian murmured with a disgusting smile, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Richard temporarily woke up from its memory and shivered!
Why could this idiot only speak English so skillfully at times like this!
Fortunately, his voice was not loud. If the passengers around heard it, they would probably call the police directly!
It stared at Zhang Zian, who was drooling in sleep, with disgust, and struggled to use its wings to pull back the little blanket that was about to fall off his body.
This idiot thought that its appearance in the Chinese professor's class was a random event and that he was just lucky.
In fact, it was attracted to him.
Although that Old Man Chen taught modern Chinese to make people sleepy, his "Ancient Chinese Literature" was full of emotion and voice. In the last class before Zhang Zian left, he was talking about Drinking Water by Nalan Rongruo, the number one poet in the Qing Dynasty.
"Gambling on books to get rid of the fragrance of splashing tea, at that time, I thought it was ordinary … The ordinary things in the past can no longer be achieved … Half of the tea in the wine, the past is vivid, and the memory is haunted in my ears."
Richard, who accidentally heard this, was stunned.
What was love? It didn't understand when it was alive. This word was too complicated. However, on the night before it died, it seemed to have sensed something, so it said "I love you" to her during the routine farewell.
What was love? It didn't understand even after becoming an elfin. This kind of emotion was too deep. However, it didn't understand why, even though it had become an elfin that could fly freely between heaven and earth, there was always a place in its heart that was empty and overgrown with weeds. Whenever it thought of her, it would have a sour feeling. It recalled the thirty years it had spent with her. She had taught it every step of the way, and it had accompanied her when she was lonely. When she was angry, she would lose her temper with it … The perceptive reporter from "The Times" had once reported that Doctor and it got along like a married couple.
Being in harmony with each other … It already understood the beauty of these words, but it also understood that this was an extravagant wish that it could never achieve in this life.
Love was companionship, but it was also letting go. It had long understood this truth, but it didn't understand where the sourness in its heart came from … It was enlightened when it heard the two lines of the poem. It was because the days of companionship would never come again. It hated that it didn't remember every bit of the past 30 years in its heart, and hated that it didn't cherish the past better.
The past was half drunk, and the past was clear. At that time, it just thought it was normal …
It stared at the other side of the ocean, and its eyes gradually blurred. In the clouds, it seemed that her gentle face appeared. Her face was no longer young, and it was full of the traces of time. However, in its eyes, it was still the smiling woman from 30 years ago.
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 furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know that I love you, but that I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart.
…
"Hello, passengers. This is the broadcast from the captain. We are expected to arrive at our destination, Los Angeles International Airport, in 20 minutes. The local time is 11: 10 in the morning, and the temperature is 9 degrees Celsius. There is a breeze and light rain. Passengers who want to enjoy the sunshine in California may be disappointed. The runway is a bit slippery. Please fasten your seat belt and prepare for landing. Thank you very much for traveling with us today. I hope your mood will not be affected by the bad weather. Thank you! "
The English broadcast from the plane woke Zhang Zian up from his dream of riding a foreign horse on the grassland. He noticed that Richard seemed to be absent-minded, so he had a mischievous attitude.
"Richard, why are you looking at the sky? What's in the sky? Is there a gray plane? Ahahaha! Do you know? Bird lovers have given the gray parrot a nickname, 'gray plane.' "He bent his finger and wanted to flick it.
"You idiot with a stupid face, I only have sand in my eyes." It dodged nimbly, rolled its eyes at him, and jumped back to its seat like an elegant gentleman. "It's time to get off the plane. Fasten your seat belt. Also, I have good news for you. It's raining in Los Angeles. "
Zhang Zian felt a murderous aura coming from the left side.
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