818 The actor who was raised by my milk

At twelve o'clock at night, Chi Ming took a taxi to Senyuan Community.

At the door of the unit, a young man in his 20s was waiting there in his pajamas, carrying a small cardboard box.

The man in pajamas yawned and handed out the paper box, "It seems that you are really in a hurry. You rushed here in the middle of the night to see if you lost it? Be careful when you catch it, the wings seem to be hurt a little .”

As soon as he heard the word "injured", Chi Ming's heart twisted. He walked under the streetlight and opened the box carefully.

The red-cheeked yellow bird was crouching in the corner, the left wing drooping, probably a bit broken.

As soon as Chi Ming stretched his hand in, it shrank back, looking frightened.

This is not his son.

Chi Ming thought about it, but still checked the anklet number, D97, to make sure it wasn't his 66.

Man in pajamas: "How is it? Is it yours?"

"No, I'm sorry to trouble you." Chi Ming sighed, seeing that the parrot looked like his son, he couldn't help scratching it's head, which made him scream in fright.

He returned the box to the man in pajamas, and the man in pajamas stuffed the box into him again, "Take it away if you like it, I have a Siamese in my house, I can't keep other creatures, they look the same anyway, if you lose that one, you can keep this one first Come on, you... oh, I'll go! Are you Chi Ming?? Yes, yes, that's right, it's Chi Ming! Fuckfuckfuck, I have your poster later, can you sign me? Okay, just In this way, you stand and wait for me for ten seconds, stand still, I will come right away!"

So Chi Ming, who went out in the middle of the night and couldn't find his son, signed three posters and brought home a bird he didn't know.

There are not many 24-hour pet hospitals, so Chi Ming found one and handed the little parrot to the doctor for treatment. The little parrot stared at its small eyes the whole time, as if it would faint from fright at any moment, flapping its injured wings several times trying to Run away, and don't struggle until you are wrapped in a soft towel.

……

The next day Chi Ming received many more clues. He ran almost every street in Jiuxiandian, met seven or eight enthusiastic people, and was stuffed with five or six cockatiels, but none of them were his son.

The parrots were chattering and jumping up and down in the cage left by Xiao Jiu, and their papas fell on the tray like small bombs. Although each one was almost exactly the same as his son, there was really no place for it except for the appearance. There are similarities with his son.

Probably this is the painting style that a normal parrot should have.

His son was indeed not a parrot.

I'm afraid it will be hard to find it by looking for it like a parrot.

The worried old father hugged the quilt and flipped through the cell phone photo album, looking at the photos left by his son - the one with bald hair, the one in a sweater, the one with a wig, the one with fried hair in the shower, the one with fluff, and the one who just learned to fly...

In the end, Chi Ming chose a photo of himself and his son and posted it on Weibo.

In the photo, he was lying on the bed in his pajamas, his son stuck to his neck like a piece of gum, and when he took a selfie, he looked at the camera cooperatively.

Behind the photo, he also posted an illustrated bird hunting notice.

The contact person wrote his own mobile phone number. Although it is a work account that has not been opened for a long time, but if he sends it out like this, he will definitely be molested by fans.

But whatever.

First, he needs to cast a big net to see if he can accidentally catch his son back.

Secondly, since his son can change people, he will probably surf Weibo online. If he sees it, he may be willing to come back by himself.

After being stuck for half a minute, the picture style in the comment area is as follows.

[Father's little padded jacket]: What did I see!Dad, is that your phone number! ! ? ?dear? ? ? ?

[What can I do]: @Chi Ming Daddy Is this your own phone number? ? ?

[Qi Xiaojiu Jiu]: A decisive shot!

[Sugar Fried Stars]: One hit +1!

[Daddy, I'm coming]: Call +10086!Show in call?How can it be repaired!Who is robbing my father!

[Papa Chi who eats stars]: I can't get through at all! ! !

It's okay if you can't get through, so many calls coming at the same time, the phone is about to explode.

Chi Ming replied to that Aite: It is my number, and I will keep using it until my son is found.Let's do this, within an hour from now, I can lie down and be molested, but after an hour, I hope everyone really has a clue before calling me.

[Father's little padded jacket]: Aww!Call Dad!Really call hhhhh!

[Pippi Crayfish]: Damn...how come when Chi's father said that Li Pingren was molesting, what I imagined was to come up and move by himself?

[Selling Melon Seeds in the Front Row]: @皮皮小龙虾You are not alone and you are spoiling your face... I am really too bad

[Dad's Little Cotton Jacket]: @皮皮小龙虾 I also imagined the bad picture woc nosebleed!

[九宝把高高]: @凤九宝贝Come on, my good friend of briquettes is gone!

[The cutest in the universe]: Didn't you pay attention to the first picture!How can my dad look so good in pajamas? ? ?And it's so warm and pampering! ! !My dad is indeed the best dad in the universe!Don't worry, Dad, my brother will definitely find it! !

[Dad saw me! ]: Dad, look at me!I would like to be your parrot!Every day live broadcast eating melon seeds for you to watch!

[It's you, it's you]: Stop making trouble, okay?Dad must be very anxious, hurry up and help find your brother

……

Later, the commentary style gradually returned to normal. Many people gave Chi Ming science popularization ideas, and some provided clues, and most of them expressed their blessings.

Not long after, Yan Jiu sent a message to Chi Ming: Don't worry, I'll help you find

Chi Ming made up his mind about the behavior of the little dandy, and suddenly felt that his "I'll help you find it" would probably offer a sky-high reward, such as rewarding a few million for finding the parrot.

So Chi Ming replied to him: Tieba forums and microblogs have posted inspirations, and the small advertisements are almost posted, why don't you accompany me downstairs to look for it?

Yan Jiu: Then I will find you tomorrow morning

Chi Ming left him his address and told him to call when he arrived, and then he went downstairs to meet him.

Before going to bed, Chi Ming checked all the windows in the house and opened each one to the maximum. Although his son can penetrate walls, it is obviously more sincere to open the windows.

When he woke up, Chi Ming checked every corner of the house, but his son still didn't come back.

He didn't sleep well, and he woke up early. It was only six o'clock after taking a bath, and it was still half dark.

Just as he was flipping through Weibo with his towel on, the doorbell rang.

On the other side of the microphone, Yan Jiu said, "Morning."

Chi Ming pressed the door open button reflexively, and he didn't realize it until after he pressed it. He originally planned to ask Yan Jiu to find his son downstairs together, but he didn't think about the option of him being a guest at home.

Chi Ming has been busy looking for his son for the past two days, the house is in a mess like a chicken coop, there are unwashed clothes on the sofa, and unpacked takeaway boxes on the table... It is too late to clean everything up, so he had to clean up the mess on the floor. Picking up the boxers and socks and stuffing them into the washing machine, he brushed his hair carelessly, and went to open the door.

Yan Jiu was the only one at the door, and Chi Ming subconsciously glanced around.

He was not used to not seeing a follower.

Yan Jiu: "It's just me, they're waiting in the car."

Chi Ming let the door open, "Come in and talk about it, cough, it's a little messy." I'm afraid I'm going to set a bad example for the little dude.

Yan Jiu picked up the bird hunting notice that fell on the ground, pressed it flat and put it back on the table.

The door of the small bedroom was not closed, and from a distance I heard the picked up Xuanfengs jumping in the cage. Yan Jiu walked over, looked through the cage for a while, and had already guessed the matter.

Xuanfeng is one of the most common parrot species. Chi Ming sent out a bird hunting notice, and he will definitely receive many clues, but it is difficult to screen out which ones are really related to Liuliu.

Yan Jiu: "Do you need manpower? Report the number and I will find it for you."

Chi Ming didn't have the time to be polite at this time, "Yes, the number depends on how many clues we can receive today, maybe I can borrow someone in the afternoon?"

Yan Jiu: "Anytime."

Chi Ming walked to the side of the birdcage, looked at one of the parrots that lacked hair on its back, and sighed softly.

Yan Jiu walked to his side, put his feet on his feet, and reached out to touch his head, "Don't worry, I will find it."

Chi Ming knew that such words were just meaningless comfort, but he needed such comfort very much now, "Thank you."

Yan Jiu looked at the water on her fingers and asked, "Where's the hair dryer?"

"Uh... bedroom."

Yan Jiu pulled Chi Ming's wrist, searched for it as he walked, and pulled him to the bedroom, where he found the hair dryer on the small table.

He shook the hair dryer, pressed Chi Ming's shoulder to make him sit down, took off the half-wet towel, and began to help him dry his hair.

Yan Jiu moved very lightly, combing with her fingers while blowing.

The wind is warm, but Xiao Wandan's fingers are cold.

Chi Ming asked, "Are you cold?"

Yan Jiu didn't hear clearly, so she tilted her head and signaled Chi Ming to say it again.

Chi Ming took the hair dryer, turned it off first, and then asked, "Is it cold? Are you wearing too little?"

"I'll ask this question later." Yan Jiu said, and began to help Chi Ming dry his hair again.

Chi Ming's hair was not long, but it was very thick, and it took a while to dry it completely.

After turning off the hair dryer, Yan Jiu said, "Ask now."

Chi Ming directly held Yan Jiu's fingers and felt it. His fingertips were cold, and he must have worn less.

"I'll find you some clothes."

Chi Ming said that he wanted to get up, but Yan Jiu stood in front of him, holding his face with both hands, "This is warm."

Xiao Wandan's fingers were indeed cold, in contrast, Chi Ming felt his face was hot.

When the eyes of the two sides collided, Yan Jiu slowly lowered her head, kissed the corner of Chi Ming's mouth, and just tapped it lightly.

After a while, Chi Ming said, "Your idea of ​​supporting others is wrong."

Yan Jiu's voice was soft and soft, "Since it's wrong, why don't you hide?"

This question is beyond the outline, Chi Ming can only answer blindly: "I forgot..."

"Then I'll give you another chance."

Yan Jiu propped one leg on the bed, and hugged Chi Ming slowly and firmly.

After a long time, he didn't let go, instead, he whispered into Chi Ming's ear: "If you don't refuse, I will only push forward."

"How do you want to make more progress?" Chi Ming pinched Yan Jiu's face, got up and said, "Okay, don't make trouble, come downstairs with me to find your son."

Yan Jiu sat on the bed and watched Chi Ming, "If I can find Liuliu, you promise me one condition."

Chi Ming sighed like an old father, "Are you going to take care of me again?"

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