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Yu Fan's face turned red.

Although he knew that Yi Xingwen was only talking about his character, but...

This is really easy to misunderstand, brother!

And Yu Fan couldn't help boasting, seeing other people's boasting on the Internet made him feel ashamed and wanted to run away, and it was even more unbearable in person.He covered his face with his hands and wailed, "Ah, bro, stop talking! It's so embarrassing!"

Yi Xingwen laughed.Afraid that he would find a crack in the ground to sneak in on the spot, he quickly changed the subject, "Hurry up and pick the dates, and send some to Uncle Zhang later."

Yu Fan frowned and nodded: "Yeah."

The two moved very quickly, and within half an hour they picked three full baskets.

It was agreed before that they would bring it to Grandpa Gardener, so they each carried a basket of dates and sent them to Uncle Zhang.

It's been so long since Yi Xingwen moved here, and he hasn't been to Uncle Zhang's house yet.

He followed Yu Fan to the fifth building in the tenth row, and found that the door was unlocked. Yu Fan entered the door and shouted, "Uncle Zhang!"

No one answered inside, Yu Fan walked in strangely.

Uncle Zhang is a handsome old man who enjoys life very much. The yard of his home is well-maintained, because it is the summer when the foliage is luxuriant and the flowers are in full bloom.There is also a clear pool in the corner of the yard, the ventilation pipe is bubbling, and the red koi swims around in the water, very comfortable.

The two entered the back room and found that the door of the back room was also open.

Yu Fan probed in, and called out again, "Uncle Zhang?"

There was still no response, but the little Ke'er standing on the pole in the living room yelled hoarsely, "Something happened, something happened!"

Yi Xingwen's heart tightened.

Xiao Ke'er is a very human parrot, and it can speak according to the context and the situation at the time. He hurriedly entered the door with Yu Fan, afraid that something might happen to Uncle Zhang.

In a blink of an eye, he found that Uncle Zhang was lying on the sofa, unexpectedly... asleep.

But you shouldn't be able to hear even a little movement when you're asleep.

Yi Xingwen walked to the sofa, stretched out his hand to push him, and frowned a few times, "Uncle Zhang? Uncle Zhang?"

Uncle Zhang woke up slowly. He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. His pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. , are you here?"

Yu Fan put the basket on the coffee table, and said worriedly: "Master, why are you sleeping so deeply? We called several times and you didn't hear me. Here, here I bring you dates."

Uncle Zhang sat up slightly, rubbed the center of his brows, looked at the cold tea in the teacup, and said, "Damn, I was still drinking tea just now, and fell asleep for some reason."

Yi Xingwen said: "It must be that I haven't had a good rest, I'm tired."

Uncle Zhang greeted them to sit down, and said jokingly; "I've been in a bad mood for the past few days, and I've been dreaming about your grandma Xu for several nights. It seems that she missed me and urged me to find her quickly." .”

When he said these words, he looked at the counter in the living room with a soft and calm face, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Yi Xingwen followed his gaze. There was a cabinet next to the central TV in the living room. There were two photo frames on it. One was a dignified middle-aged lady with two small dimples at the corners of her mouth. He is very reserved; the other one is a young man in his twenties, wearing a military uniform and a military cap, he is energetic and handsome.

Both of them looked somewhat similar to Uncle Zhang.

Yi Xingwen understood that these two were probably Uncle Zhang's lover and son.

No wonder he was always alone, it turned out that his relatives had already left first.

Yu Fan knew the inside story, and said: "Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense, Grandma Xu definitely hopes that you will stay in this world longer, and that you will live a long life."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said: "You child. I know my body best. I have lived for more than 80 years, which is enough."

Just as Yu Fan was about to say something, Uncle Zhang said again: "I don't have anyone to worry about in this world, it's just..."

His eyes moved to the little Ke'er by the window, and he said with pity: "My little Ke'er, he is already 20 years old this year. A big parrot like it can live to be 80 years old. It still has a long Lifespan, if I leave, I really can’t worry about it.”

When Uncle Zhang spoke, his eyes were far away, as if he had already predicted his future through the gap of time, without a trace of fear and entanglement, only a happy acceptance of the passing of life.

But so what if you don't accept it.

Life is originally a very powerless thing.

Yi Xingwen suddenly sighed deeply in his heart.

Uncle Zhang said: "Xiao Yi, although we haven't known each other for long, we always feel that you have a good temperament. If I were 50 years younger, maybe I could become good buddies with you."

Yi Xingwen smiled and said, "We are good buddies now."

They walk the birds together every morning, and they have already formed a deep friendship.

Uncle Zhang laughed twice, took out a document from the coffee table drawer and handed it to him, as if he had been preparing it for a long time, and said: "I don't worry about putting Xiao Ke'er in someone else's house. When I leave, you take it Take it to your house, it fits well with your song Xiao Wu, so I... can feel at ease."

Yi Xingwen took it over and saw that it was Xiao Ke'er's breed identification certificate and breeding certificate.

At this time, the little Ke'er by the window seemed to feel the sad atmosphere, and flew over uneasy to stand on Uncle Zhang's shoulder, rubbed his head against his gray hair, and uttered a few mournful groans.

Yi Xingwen, who used to be kind, could not say anything else to comfort him now. He solemnly held the document in his hand, nodded, and agreed to his request: "Okay."

It was only when I said it that my voice trembled.

He didn't dare to look at Uncle Zhang who was dying, but in the blink of an eye, he found that Yu Fan's eyes were already red, and his mouth was pursed with a look of tears.

Uncle Zhang raised his hand and scratched Xiao Le'er's chin, and hurriedly said: "Okay, you guys go back and rest, I'll take the dates."

Yi Xingwen dragged Yu Fan up and said goodbye, "Okay, goodbye."

After leaving the door, Yu Fan finally couldn't help sobbing, and said, "Brother..."

Yi Xingwen put his arm around his shoulder, patted him lightly a few times, exhaled, and asked, "Uncle Zhang...is he alone all the time?"

Yu Fan said: "I heard from my mother that Uncle Zhang's son was a soldier. He unfortunately died in a mission more than 20 years ago. Grandma Xu was not in good health. The white-haired man was sent to the black-haired man. It didn't take long. It’s gone, and Uncle Zhang has been alone since then.”

Yi Xingwen was depressed and speechless for a moment.

Yu Fan looked back at the courtyard wall of Uncle Zhang's house, and sighed: "Uncle Zhang...is a very good person, everyone in the community respects him very much, and he treats us very well. I remember, when I was young, every time When I see Uncle Zhang, he will smile and give me a candy from his pocket..."

Yi Xingwen said in a low voice: "Those who are respected by others during their lifetime will not waste their lives."

The white courtyard wall is getting farther and farther away, and the sad birdsong gradually fades out of the ears, just like life, which lives temporarily in everyone's body for a lifetime, and then leaves without nostalgia.

Three days later, ten rows of five buildings burst into mournful songs.

Yi Xingwen was holding Xiao Ke'er's birdcage, and stood outside the house, watching the endless stream of people laying wreaths, all of which had the title "Zhang Ju" written on them.

Only then did he know that Uncle Zhang was the director of the Beijing Forestry and Grassland Bureau before he retired. The bureau found that most of the other birds had been released, but Xiao Ke'er was too young and injured at the time, unable to survive independently in the wild, so Uncle Zhang brought it back to raise him himself.

Yi Xingwen was dressed in black, bowed solemnly to the photo of the mourning hall, and returned to his home with the birdcage.

Xiao Ke'er was very lively when she came to play at his house before, but this time she seemed to realize the death of her master, her crown feather drooped, and she didn't speak for three days, and she didn't eat well.

It just hides in the cage and plucks its own hair one by one.

He asked the veterinarian, but the doctor said that this situation was due to psychological depression and the need for companionship, and the bird adjusted itself.

But Xiao Keer is very resistant to being approached by outsiders, so he has no choice but to ask Qu Zi and Xiao Wu to accompany him more.

Seeing that its wings were almost bald, Yi Xingwen sighed, unable to do anything.

Until the early morning of the fourth day, Yi Xingwen heard the wailing of the birds downstairs in his sleep, and immediately got up and went downstairs. When he reached the door of the room, he heard the sound of the birds flapping their wings and a clear and shrill "goodbye".

He felt bad, and opened the door to see Qu Zi and Xiao Wu fluttering around in the cage, but the door of the bird cage next to him was opened, and Xiao Ke'er had disappeared.

Yi Xingwen was startled, and his eyes widened immediately.

He searched around the room, and found under the window that little Ke'er was lying on the ground, the feathers on the top of his head were flattened and pressed down forcibly, as if he had hit something with his head.

At this time, it had closed its eyes and was silent.

Yi Xingwen checked its condition with trembling hands.

He has always known that parrots are very human, but he never thought that parrots are such a decisive bird.

At lunch time, Yu Fan came.

He is also very worried about Xiao Ke'er's condition these days, and he has to look at it a dozen times a day.But when he came here today, he saw that Yi Xingwen's expression was wrong, and he suddenly felt something was wrong, and said vigilantly: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Yi Xingwen sighed, for a moment he didn't know how to tell him the bad news, after hesitating for a while, he said in a low voice: "Little Ke'er... committed suicide by hitting the window."

Yu Fan took a deep breath: "!!!"

Yu Fan didn't really believe Yi Xingwen's words until he saw it with his own eyes.

He pursed his lips and did not speak for a long time. After eating in silence, he said hoarsely: "Let's bury it in the garden of Uncle Zhang's house."

Yi Xingwen's Adam's apple twitched, "Okay."

Today's weather is gloomy, with a hurricane blowing, just like Yi Xingwen's heavy heart.

Returning from the garden, his not-so-severe addiction to alcohol came suddenly and loudly.

He took out a Colin glass from the wine cabinet and slowly mixed himself a red and green cocktail.

Yu Fan sat in front of the bar, propped his chin with his hands, stared at the colorful glass of cocktail, and sighed softly: "It's the color of Xiao Keer...Brother, I want to drink it too."

Yi Xingwen raised his eyes and asked, "Really? The alcohol is quite high."

"Really." Yu Fan affirmed: "I'm in a bad mood today, and I urgently need to drink to relieve my worries."

Yi Xingwen wanted to tell him that drinking to drown his sorrows would only make his worries worse, but he didn't say it when he got to his lips.

Forget it, it's good to numb it with alcohol, anyway, nothing will happen at home.

However, Yi Xingwen really overestimated Yu Fan's wine quality.

Yu Fan narrowed his eyes and stared at the "model" in front of him with a superb figure, and said in a dazed way: "Your pants are so beautiful, I want to wear them too, take them off and let me wear them."

Then excitedly rushed up to take off his pants, "Hey, why can't I take them off..."

model:"???"

Being dragged by the waistband of his trousers by the drunk, Yi Xingwen's eyes were darkened, and his head was about to grow big.

He grabbed Yu Fan's hand that was playing tricks under him, and warned with a bit of danger: "You! Don't pull my pants!"

The author has something to say: I've always wanted to write the story of Uncle Zhang and Xiao Ke'er, but I can't write that kind of heavy feeling. I only hate my lack of skills! !More practice and more practice.

Next, enter the green plum green tea (jealous) roll, the relationship must be sour and sweet to be complete.