Relocation Brigade

The miserable cries of mice echoed in the living room.

That ball of light orange hairy balls, with their backs to the outside world, buried their heads in eating with gusto.

I don't know what posture it used to eat, but when it turned back, its paws and mouth were cleaned, and the ground was as clean as new without a drop of blood.

The mouse could barely squeeze its teeth, and the weasel was still interested. It looked at Wu Weiwei and then at Chen Ling with its small black round eyes.

Chen Ling understood what it meant, and sneered, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal your food?"

The weasel flinched, raised its head stubbornly, and the beards on both sides of its nose fluttered a few times.

"It's useless to ask, there is only one answer, no." Chen Ling has seen too many macaws begging for food, and has long been immune to the cuteness of small animals, so he is temporarily unmoved.

Wu Weiwei's heart relented instead, squatting down, and whispered, "The mouse is not easy to catch, but I just found the one I gave you by groping into the green belt downstairs. Because of this, the security guard almost discovered it."

The two semicircular ears of the weasel moved, and the blasted beard drooped down, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Wu Weiwei's heart was so soft that he stood up and looked at Brother Chen hesitantly.

Chen Ling folded his arms and stared at the little guy on the ground for a few seconds, then suddenly picked it up.

The weasel's fur exploded, and its small body became bigger, and its hind legs curled up——

"You dare." Chen Ling warned with a black face, "If you dare to fart, I will throw you back into the fishing net."

A gust of cool wind came from behind, and immediately after that, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. It was the parrot that had come out of my ancestor's trouser legs and landed on my shoulders.

"Why are you here?" Chen Ling straightened the parrot and continued to look at the weasel.

The macaw didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and repeated what the young man said before: "Throw it back, throw it back."

The weasel's beard drooped even more, and it shivered, and its body was shrinking into a ball.

Chen Ling raised it a little higher, and it was level with his line of sight, "Don't pretend to be pitiful, do you know where I went wrong?"

Weasel looked at him timidly and shook his head.

Chen Ling: "The mistake is that you shouldn't instruct others to do things for you. You have to catch what you want to eat yourself. Only by doing it yourself can you have enough food and clothing."

Weasel nodded hastily.

Seeing that it is so obedient, Chen Ling almost couldn't teach him any more. He pursed his lower lip and continued: "But you are not allowed to use the upper body method."

The weasel didn't nod immediately at this moment, its neck was stuck for a while, and then it turned its head away, and nodded towards the air to the right, its eyes full of reluctance.

Chen Ling: "..."

He is not big and has a big temper.

Weasels are born smart, not to mention refined.

It kicked its hind legs, its body swayed in the air, its tail curled up on its belly hung in the air, and it grinned, revealing its small pink tongue.

Mrs. Sun let out an ah, clutching her chest and said, "It's it, it's laughing?!"

Huang Daxian is scary but scary, and his appearance is indeed harmless, especially in the current situation where he is showing weakness.

Chen Ling wasn't really cold-hearted, and finally couldn't hold on when the little weasel tilted its head, so he quickly bent down and put it back on the floor.

Then he walked in front of Sun Peifeng, "Mr. Sun, the weasel that will repay favors will not hurt people at will, and it is not stained with blood, which means that it did not harm anyone before it met us.

"You can continue to worship it, but in the future you will have to offer incense three times a day, and exchange more offerings. If possible, it is best to find a few more believers for it. Since the offering and beliefs have kept up, it will naturally not Feeling 'hungry' again."

"This..." Sun Peifeng was a little embarrassed, three offerings a day was fine, but the difficulty was that he didn't know where to find believers.

Chen Ling also knew it was difficult, so he sighed.

Sun Peifeng thought about it carefully, "Either, or Mr. Chen, you send the Great Immortal to the temple, and I will pay for the construction of a small side hall. There are many people who come to the temple to offer incense, and there will always be someone who is willing to worship Huang Daxian."

Chen Ling: "Do you see any temples in our northern city that worship spirits and monsters?"

This completely stopped Sun Peifeng from asking, "I don't think I've seen it before."

The weasel cub in front of him doesn't do evil, but it doesn't mean that all the spirits are kind.If spirits and monsters only rely on the essence of the sun and the moon, the accumulation of Taoism will be very slow.Therefore, most of them advocate supplementing the body with form, like to eat living people raw, and rely on blood and human flesh to nourish themselves and cultivate a human form as soon as possible.

Chen Ling: "There are indeed people in the coastal and northeast areas who build temples for the five immortals and worship them devoutly, but people in our northern city and the surrounding areas have taboo against the five immortals of fox, yellow, white, willow, and gray, and regard them as evil immortals."

Temples and Taoist temples are magnanimous, but they respect the unity of all dharmas, and only those who act purely and kindly can be people of the same way, but they will not deliberately build temples just to harvest a fine weasel.The most important thing is that weasels eat live animals and throw them into temples and Taoist temples. Isn't it really provocative and intentionally smashing the scene!

If I didn't get the offering by then, I would be chased and beaten all over the room.

It's too awful.

The weasel seemed to know that he was an unwanted ball, and dejectedly scratched the ground with its paws, making tiny noises.

Chen Ling thought it was pitiful, and weighed the purple-blue macaw on his shoulder, "Do you want a friend?"

Parrot: "No."

It's because I really don't want to have something to divide my favorite, and I don't want to repeat it again, expressing my wishes coldly.

Chen Ling took it off his shoulders and put it in his arms, "Don't you hate mice? The plants on Yuhe Mountain have started to sprout recently, and when they grow up, there will be more and more mice. They will make holes and go inside. Litter after litter was born."

The sentence was too long for the parrot to understand, but it caught the key word, "mouse, hate, mouse, hate."

Chen Ling wasn't scaremongering, there would not only be rats, but snakes as well.

Therefore, if the small courtyard at the foot of Yuhe Mountain is not renovated and maintained, there will be many safety hazards in the future.Just imagine, in the middle of a good night's sleep, a thin snake crawling into your open, snoring mouth...

The wandering thoughts were forcibly stopped, Chen Ling swallowed, and continued: "Compared to chickens, weasels love small mammals most, and they definitely don't have much interest in talking birds like you. "

The weasel with its head drooping on the ground nodded vigorously, expressing that he had no appetite for the parrot at all.

The macaw blinked and yawned with its beak wide open.

Chen Ling continued to work hard: "In their recipes, the top one is actually the mouse. With it, the mouse will never dare to steal your cashew nuts."

Now the parrot understood, and repeated, "Nuts, nuts, they're all mine!"

Chen Ling asked: "It won't hurt you, and it can help you catch mice. Do you really think about letting it go back with me?"

The macaw was silent again, and the bird's claws scratched the clothes on the young man's chest twice, looking awkward.

Chen Ling grabbed its dishonest paw, "Do you understand it? If you understand it, give me a response." If he really wanted to bring the weasel back, he had to ensure that the weasel would not have conflicts and bloodshed .

If the coordination is not good, he can only think of other ways to arrange Huang Daxian.

Sun Peifeng felt that it would be a good thing if the weasel could follow Chen Ling, at least someone could watch it so as not to go astray.

But he still had doubts in his mind, "Mr. Chen, if you take Huang Daxian back, where do you plan to raise him? Can Mr. Zhao agree?"

"My master, don't worry." Chen Ling said, "When everything is revived, thousands of auras will flourish. If you live in this environment, it should be very helpful for its cultivation, and there is no need to worship it every day."

Sun Peifeng: "Everything recovers? But it's summer now."

"The spring of Yuhe Mountain has just begun." Chen Ling said.

Sun Peifeng knew the lifeless Yuheshan. When he opened the wildlife park, he once led the project team to conduct research and survey in person.

Many years have passed, but whenever I think of that barren mountain, I feel chills in my heart.

It's too desolate, like being surrounded by dark clouds, making people feel unreasonably depressed, scared, and eager to escape... He really can't imagine how to be full of spring on such a mountain.

Sun Peifeng half-understands, and thinks that the expert is different, the words are so full of meaning, the words are clearly understandable, but at first thought they are completely incomprehensible.

At this moment, Chen Ling felt that his arms around the front were broken away.

The parrot flew out of his arms, fell to the ground, and approached the weasel.

Although the weasel is a carnivore, this one looks like a cub right now. Looking at the big bird with its tail that is nearly a meter long, it trembled a little, its front paws stretched out, and it would pounce if the other party attacked. go up.

The parrot paused, jumped forward twice, and then stretched out its wings from a long distance, and patted the weasel's head.

This is like a small recognition ceremony, with a slap on the head, it is considered a family.

Chen Ling picked up the parrot and kissed it on its hard beak.The parrot shivered, and burrowed into the young man's arms, as if shy.

The weasel stood on the ground blankly for a while, then suddenly jumped onto Chen Ling's shoe, grabbed his trouser legs and climbed all the way to his shoulders, rubbing his head against the human's jaw.

Rubbing and rubbing, it stopped, its round black eyes full of doubts.

Just as he was about to smell Chen Ling's body again with the tip of his nose, a big hand was inserted from behind, blocking the gap between him and the young man.

Looking along the hand, the weasel raised its tail and stepped back on the shoulders of the humans.

Jiang Yu reached out to grab the skin of the back of its neck and threw it to Wu Weiwei.

Seeing that Wu Weiwei caught the weasel with both hands and pressed the weasel into his arms, Chen Ling hurriedly shouted: "Don't touch its buttocks, be careful of secretions."

The stench emitted by the weasel is not an invisible gas, but a secretion from the scent glands.The secretions are foul-smelling and inherently toxic.If you are hit on the head by accident, you may feel dizzy if you are mild, or you may fall to the ground if you are severe.

Can't die, just suffer a little bit.

Wu Weiwei was taken aback, and immediately carried the weasel to the bathroom, where he rubbed his buttocks.

Jiang Yu's eyes were still on Chen Ling's shoulder, he raised his hand and lightly brushed it twice, and said softly, "It's shedding hair, and its clothes are dirty, go back to the hotel and change."

Chen Ling looked at the man's open palm, and there was indeed a light and fluffy white hair.

He thought he was eating some weird old vinegar again, but it turned out that he was thinking too much, so he didn't care too much and said: "It's not a problem." But after working all night, it's time to go back to the guest house to rest.

As soon as the thought fell, I couldn't help but yawned a little.

Sun Peifeng hurriedly said: "I've been busy all night, you must be tired." Turning to his wife, he said, "Go and tidy up the guest room."

"No need." Chen Ling had to go back to the guest house, so that no one at the breeding base could find him if needed.

"It's too late now..." Sun Peifeng's persuasion was interrupted as soon as he spoke.

Chen Ling told Sun Peifeng the truth about the situation, "The two parrots are mating for the first time. If I live close, it will be easier to deal with emergencies."

Sun Peifeng knows a lot about the purple-blue macaw. He knows that it has a beautiful name, the hyacinth macaw.When the Wildlife Park in Beicheng was first completed, in order to attract tourists, he also thought about introducing two captive-bred parrots from abroad. In the end, because of the high price and worrying that the climate in Beicheng was not suitable for parrots, he had to give up.

He was busy with his son's affairs before, so he didn't have time to take a good look at Chen Ling's parrot, but now that he heard him talking about it, he couldn't help but reach out to the parrot, wanting to stroke its hair to satisfy his hunger.

The parrot obediently stayed still, but when the human's hand was about to touch him, he buried his head and pecked hard.

The hard beak with the hook almost pecked the skin off Sun Peifeng's hand.

He gasped and backed away repeatedly, clutching the back of his hand, feeling very thankful that he didn't get it back at the beginning, if he pecked the tourist, two purples and blues wouldn't be enough to pay for it.

Chen Ling flicked the parrot's head as a warning, and apologized to Sun Peifeng.

"It's okay, I touched it myself." Sun Peifeng took a car key from the coffee table, "I'll take it to you. There is a commercial vehicle in the underground garage, which is just big enough to sit on."

Wu Weiwei tugged at Chen Ling's clothes from behind, wanting to remind them that they came by car, the words came to the point of their mouths, and a biting chill appeared on the back of his neck.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Shang Jiangyu's dark eyes, as if he already knew what he was going to say.

"What do you want to say?" Chen Ling asked.

Wu Weiwei swallowed, and changed his tone naturally, "Li Hongyu hasn't arrived yet, shouldn't we wait for him?"

Only then did Chen Ling remember, and asked with a frown, "Did he contact you again later?"

Wu Weiwei shook his head and said no, "I sent text messages and called, but I either didn't reply or didn't answer. I don't know if something happened on the way."

Chen Ling was also a little worried, "Try another call."

Wu Weiwei nodded, took out his phone and played it again for Li Hongyu.Fortunately, the call was connected this time.

The signal at Li Hongyu's side was not good, and the voice was intermittent. The people here hadn't heard what he said clearly. After a vague "I have something to do, see you tomorrow", the phone was hung up.

Wu Weiwei: "Will you encounter any trouble?"

"Probably not." Chen Ling said, "There were other people talking in the noise just now, maybe they were on a mission."

Wu Weiwei put away his phone, "Brother Chen, let's go then."

In the middle of the night, Sun Peifeng couldn't ask the driver to come out to work overtime, so he drove by himself.

Wu Weiwei sat alone in the front passenger seat with the weasel in his arms, and gave up the back seat to the boss and the financial manager, taking a napping parrot with him.

The car was running smoothly, with a slight shaking feeling, like hypnosis.

Chen Ling found a comfortable position, tilted his head back, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Jiang Yu tilted his head to look at the side face of the young man. The moonlight penetrated the shadow of the tree, leaving a silver moonlight on his fair skin, and a narrow shadow was swept out under the thick eyelashes.

Chen Ling fell asleep unconsciously, probably because his mouth was dry, so he opened his lips and licked his shallow lips.

The water stains on the tip of the tongue wet the dry upper lip, leaving a luster.

Jiang Yu staggered his eyes and looked straight ahead again. After a while, he couldn't help but put his eyes back on the young man's lips.

Wu Weiwei happened to look into the rearview mirror, and when he noticed the man's gaze, he moved his body curiously, finally knowing what the man was looking at.

It's not the grass and trees passing by the car window, it's not the quietly standing buildings, but it's looking at him, Brother Chen.

It's weird, people will sleep, such an ordinary thing, what is there to explore, how can you not turn your eyes?

Wu Weiwei was gossiping, sat up quietly, raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror again, and felt certain.

He smiled awkwardly at the eyes in the rearview mirror, "Brother Jiang, I, I want to ask you if you want to drink water."

Jiang Yu: "Don't drink."

The man's voice was a bit cold, Wu Weiwei didn't dare to say any more nonsense, he hugged the weasel and faced out the window, pretending to appreciate the night view.

Sensing that the already condensed atmosphere had dropped a few degrees, Sun Peifeng tightened his hands on the steering wheel, calmed down, and accelerated the car a little.

There was someone on duty in the guest house, and a staff member came out when they heard a car driving into the yard.

Just about to say hello, a young man with a bulging backpack opened the car door and gestured to her for silence, "Shh."

The staff didn't know why, and saw the back seat door being opened in an instant, a mature man in a white shirt got out of the car with a young man in his arms, and a big parrot stood on the spare shoulder.

The man is tall and has long legs, and when he stands upright with his feet on the ground, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Sun Peifeng rushed to Jiang Yu and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chen is asleep, so I won't greet him. It's been a hard day for you guys. I will host a banquet some other day to sincerely entertain you."

"I'll tell him when he wakes up." Jiang Yu left a message and walked up the stone steps of the guest house with him in his arms.

Only then did the staff recognize that the young man with his eyes closed was the one brought by the deputy director of the breeding department of the base in the afternoon.

Thinking of the man's deep voice when he spoke just now, she couldn't help but quietly looked at his cheeks, and immediately blushed.

Afraid of waking up someone who was asleep, she said softly, "Excuse me, do you and another gentleman also want to stay overnight together? If so, please register at the front desk first."

Jiang Yu: "Wu Weiwei, go and open another room to live in."

"What about you?" Wu Weiwei asked stupidly.

Jiang Yu didn't change his expression: "I'll spend the night with you, Brother Chen."

The purple-blue parrot turned to look at him, its head tilted, its eyes flickering back and forth between Chen Ling's sleeping face and Jiang Yu's cold face.

"It's fine, anyway, his bed is big enough, the two of you are more than enough." Wu Weiwei took out his ID card and pushed it to another staff member at the front desk.

After completing the registration, he looked back at Jiang Yu: "Brother Jiang, give me your ID card to make a registration."

Jiang Yu retracted his arms around Chen Ling's upper body, letting his limp body lean against his chest, and his chin rested naturally on his neck.Then he separated the young man's legs and put them on both sides of his waist, while the hand that had crossed the legs before was firmly supported underneath.

With his free hand, he took out a wallet from his trousers pocket and threw it across the air.

Wu Weiwei reached out to catch it, did not dare to look through it, found the ID card, took it out, and handed it to the staff.

After the registration was over, he put his ID card back and returned the wallet, took the new room card, and walked into the elevator with Jiang Yu.

Chen Ling's breathing was very light, and he sprayed it on the man's skin one after another, occasionally rubbing his forehead a few times, sleeping soundly, but not peacefully.

"Brother Jiang, are you okay, Brother Chen?" Wu Weiwei was a little worried, because he was too sleepy.

"Too tired." Jiang Yu put his hand on the back of the young man's head.

"Brother Chen hasn't rested since he received the order from Sun's family." Wu Weiwei said in a low voice, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

His feelings for Chen Ling are multi-faceted, and he regards him as an object of study and pursuit from the bottom of his heart, and also as an employer who can provide enough food and wages.

In addition to these, Wu Weiwei still has a little secret desire to be friends with such an outstanding person as Chen Ling.

The rhetoric of having no father and no mother is true, and it is also true to be picked up by a blind man.

The blind man has no money, and it is difficult to even take care of himself. After adopting him, life is even more difficult.

After getting sensible, Wu Weiwei began to learn how to read people's eyes, how to talk to people, and talk nonsense when he sees people, so as to ask for some charity.

He ate a variety of meals and grew up learning a variety of dialects.In order to live a better life, he had memorized the fortune-telling books of his adoptive father who did not know the true and false origins early on, and set up a fortune-telling booth for his adoptive father whose health was getting worse and worse.

In the beginning, business did come.

Many people were surprised by his ability to speak fortunetelling because of his young age, and they came to him specifically for fortune telling.

In fact, he knew that he didn't really mean anything, but just regarded him as a clown.Wu Weiwei felt that it didn't matter, as long as he gave the fortune-telling money.

Later, my adoptive father got tuberculosis. This disease, which was so distasteful in the past, can be cured now.But Wu Weiwei couldn't afford much money, and after his meager savings were used up, his adoptive father refused to treat him no matter what he said.

For this reason, the father and son, who depended on each other for life, quarreled several times.

Wu Weiwei remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and his adoptive father was leaning on the hospital bed, his sallow face was shining, his wrinkled face like dead tree bark was full of vitality, and his lifeless and empty eyes became warm and harmonious.

He turned over, lifted his pillow with difficulty, unzipped the pillowcase, and reached out to dig around in the pillow stuffed with buckwheat husks.

"I knew you were a prodigal. If I hadn't hidden the money well, you would have sent me to the hospital." The adoptive father was very happy. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. He fumbled for the toilet paper indifferently and wiped it. Sticky palms.

Wu Weiwei remembered that he was almost crazy at the time, walking around in front of the bed violently, wishing to pry his adoptive father's head open to see what was inside.

"What do you do with the money, and your life is gone, who will spend it!"

The adoptive father said: "Leave it to my son. My son is only 16 years old. He can live a long life and have a lot of time to spend." Thinking of something, he sighed and said, "It's a pity that there are still too few to keep. He has no worries about food and clothing all his life.”

Wu Weiwei's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists tightly, refusing to cry out.

The adoptive father followed the subtle voice, facing Wu Weiwei's position, and stretched out his hand towards him.

The rough and withered hands scraped the boy's face, and began to grope down his skull, "Weiwei, Dad is dying soon, the mother you have never met is waving at me..."

Wu Weiwei bit his lip tightly, tears smeared on the bed sheet.

Adoptive father: "You have had a hard time these years. You didn't go to school. You followed me around the streets at a young age, being a magic stick who was pointed at by others. What Dad regrets most now is that he didn't study hard when he was young. , if you study hard, you will not be blinded by ghosts, if you are not blind, you can see how handsome my son is."

Wu Weiwei already realized what was going to happen, sobbed and said, "Don't say it."

"No." The adoptive father said, "Father knows you are a good boy, but I still want to warn you that we can be a little bit poorer and poorer, but we can't be deceived, and we can't do things that are unreasonable."

Fearing that his son would go astray, he said, "If you can't do it, Dad won't be safe in the ground."

Wu Weiwei burst into tears, grabbed his adoptive father's hand and said, "I know, I will definitely do it."

The adoptive father touched his head, "Stop crying, go, take me out to bask in the sun."

The sun outside is warm and warm, not dazzling, and does not burn the skin when it shines on the skin. Wu Weiwei moved the old man to the recliner on the narrow balcony, and quietly stood aside.

Under the golden sunlight, the sound of the adoptive father's breathing became weaker and weaker...

In the elevator, Wu Weiwei's eyes were flushed, and he almost stepped on the wrong foot.

If Mr. Gao hadn't met Chen Ling, he would have taken a bloody life on his back, and would have been slapped by his father even if he died and went to hell, maybe he would be so angry that he would not recognize him.

During these days, Chen Ling had a great influence on him.

His calm and decisiveness has become Wu Weiwei's pinnacle of stability, and he will not be afraid when encountering danger.His attitude towards money is also admirable. He only takes moral wealth and refuses to take more than a penny.

This made Wu Weiwei often feel disgusted that after the death of his adoptive father, he cheated east and west in order to make money.

When the elevator arrived, Wu Weiwei walked out behind Jiang Yu.

When he arrived at the door of his room, he hesitated for a moment, and called Jiang Yu in a hoarse voice: "Brother Jiang, do you think people standing in muddy pits are qualified to be friends with innocent people?"