Relocation Brigade

"That's up to you."

Jiang Yu put the room card on the door lock and walked in. When he turned around and closed the door, his gaze passed the lonely figure in the corridor.

Wu Weiwei's eyes were dazed, his shadow was forced back to his feet by the light, and shrunk into a small ball, which was completely different from his usual gag appearance. At this time, he was more like a migratory bird left alone on the way of migration.

I want to find a home, but I can't figure out the direction.

The moment the door was closed, Jiang Yu's deep voice came through the crack of the door, "The past cannot determine the future."

Wu Weiwei's eyes moved, and when he looked up, the door was locked.

The little weasel stuffed in the schoolbag arched and opened the zipper with the tip of its nose, revealing its black nose and beard on both sides, eagerly sniffing around in the air.

After confirming that Wu Weiwei was the only one in the corridor, he drilled his head out.

Jiang Yu's words were a heavy blow, breaking Wu Weiwei's heart that had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and then put it back together again, kneading it into a new mass of flesh and blood.

Wu Weiwei is suddenly full of fighting spirit, the past is over, as long as he doesn't make mistakes again, step on every step in front of him, the remorse and shame entangled in his heart will be stripped from his body layer by layer, and will be taken away by the newborn. Cover yourself.

Feeling his palm being touched by something wet, he looked down and saw that the weasel's body had already struggled out of the backpack, reminding him that his ass was stuck.

In the room not far from the corridor ahead, a couple just walked out holding hands.

Wu Weiwei was startled, held down the weasel's head, stuffed it back into the backpack, and quickly opened the door with the room card.

At a safe place, the weasel wrestled out of the backpack again, like a patrolling guard, and sniffed every corner.

Wu Weiwei fell on the bed with his head up, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, turned over and sat up, and asked, "What else can you do besides catching mice and possessing your body?"

The weasel's body was slightly stiff, and he turned around with his head down, shaking his head in frustration.

Although it got the chance to practice, it has been relying on offerings and worshiping the moon to improve itself. The practice is actually very shallow, which is enough to help Sun Jiayu get sick.

When encountering a strong opponent, it can't even run away.

Seeing its drooping head, Wu Weiwei guessed that this weasel was just like himself, a rookie.

He patted the weasel on the back, "It's okay, let's work hard together."

Weasel nodded desperately.

Seeing its cuteness, Wu Weiwei felt weak, and couldn't help but want to help it. He slid directly from the bed to sit on the carpet, and told him about Yu Heshan's situation.

"Although I sometimes shyly call Mr. Zhao Master, but he is Brother Chen's master, not mine. Mr. Zhao is a very nice person, and he likes to do Tai Chi in the morning."

"Mr. Jiang is our financial manager and a major investor. His background is very tough. You must not enter his room, and you will be scared out if you enter. It's not that there is something in it, but it's... eerie, It’s like a dry well that hasn’t seen the sun for ten thousand years.”

"By the way, you must not take the initiative to provoke that parrot. It looks like a foodie and talkative, but it is actually very fierce, with a hard temper and a bad smell."

After a pause for a few seconds, he added, "Most of the time it's still very friendly. By the way, it protects the food, so don't touch the nuts in its bowl. If you want to peck your head. "

The weasel opened its eyes wide, and hugged its head with two short, plush paws.

This is not alarmist talk.

On the first day Wu Weiwei arrived in the small courtyard, he stole a plump melon seed in his hand, intending to use it to tease the macaw.

Who knew that the little guy was so smart that he knew that it was something in his own bowl, without even a little warning, he jumped up and snatched the melon seeds, and even pecked Wu Weiwei's scalp as a punishment.

His scalp was sensitive, and when he was poked by the hooked mouth, he almost shed tears from the pain.

Afterwards, Chen Ling told him about the habits and tricks of the macaw, and warned him not to provoke it.

After hearing the bitter story, the weasel hesitated, leaned forward, and rubbed his head against Wu Weiwei's knee to show comfort.

Wu Weiwei clicked his tongue and picked it up, "It's different when it becomes refined, it's so human."

Thinking of the mascot of the small courtyard, he asked the weasel: "Do you think Xiaolan has become a spirit too? Why do I think it's not as smart as a bird?"

Take what happened at Mr. Sun's house before, if you were any kind of animal, you probably wouldn't be able to understand Chen Ling's long speech.

That's right, the parrot understands human language and can learn tongues. It is true that the brain is smarter than ordinary birds or other animals, but it is not as smart as Xiaolan.

The weasel blinked, but said nothing.

Wu Weiwei rubbed his hair, "Forget it, our brother Chen and Mr. Zhao are not ordinary people, and the parrot they raise is naturally a parrot with great wisdom in their brains, and they cannot be compared with other birds."

Weasel started nodding again.

"Aren't you tired of nodding your neck all the time?"

The weasel shook his head this time.

Wu Weiwei chuckled, "It's fine if you're not tired, maybe it can cure your cervical spine."

He patted his buttocks to stand up, stretched his limbs, and when he was walking to the bathroom, he suddenly remembered something again. He bent down very seriously to pick up the weasel who was following step by step.

"Don't let the poison gas out, or you'll be kicked out."

The weasel opened its mouth and made several short breath sounds.

Wu Weiwei saw that his voice and tongue were fine, and he didn't seem to be dumb caused by external factors, so he asked, "You have been unable to speak?"

The weasel shook his head, raised his neck desperately, and used his small claws to brush off the thick white down on his neck.

There is a transverse scar hidden under the downy, just where the vocal cords are.

The fur of weasels can be used to make high-grade wolf hair, and some people use their fur to pretend to be minks, and there are not a few humans who chase and kill them.

This injury may have been injured on the way to escape.

Wu Weiwei pressed down its little paw: "Although Yu Heshan is a bit bald, it is absolutely safe. From now on, you can honestly hang out with Brother Chen. You can't do it if you eat well, but you can definitely live a stable life."

The weasel rubbed the tip of its nose against Wu Weiwei's tiger's mouth, which was stuck on its cheek, to show that it understood.

At this time, the person who was talking about each other was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with his limbs spread out.

Chen Ling's lips parted slightly, making a thin snoring sound, and his eyelashes trembled because of the sudden wet touch.

Jiang Yu wiped his face with a warm wet towel, hid his fingertips under the towel, and gently wiped the young man's cheeks.

The pale face was illuminated by the dim yellow headlights in a soft and warm color, and every time the towel was wiped, it left a piece of moisture.

The water vapor evaporated, leaving a refreshing coolness, which made Chen Ling snort comfortably. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and under the cover of his eyelashes, he could only see a figure moving.

He rolled over and buried his head in the hollow made by the two pillows.

With no expression on his face, Jiang Yu covered the young man with a quilt and went into the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and watched the transparent and colorless liquid flow from the back of his hand, along his fingertips, and gather with other water at the bottom of the basin, and flow into the pitch-black pipe.

Wu Weiwei's words rang in his ears, and Jiang Yu frowned a little irritably, scrubbing the towel vigorously, the nails of his left hand scratched the thumb of his right hand, leaving a long red mark.

The thin skin turned up, and the dark red blood desperately seeped out from under the skin.

He raised his hand, looked at the wound against the light, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. The strong fishy smell made him frown in disgust. He reopened the water almost roughly, and rinsed the wound continuously.

The wound healed, but the violence gushing out of my heart could not be calmed down.

Jiang Yu's face was not obvious, the action of scrubbing the towels was no longer so eager, the dark under the eyes hit the sky, his jaw was tense, but the corners of his lips curved quietly, and he didn't know if he was really happy in his heart.

Hang up the towel and walk out, stopping at the head of the bed.

The young man breathed lightly, and after changing his sleeping position, the snoring disappeared.

Jiang Yu leaned over, put his arms on both sides of Chen Ling's shoulders, closed his eyes and rubbed the tip of his nose against his hair, his breath was the breath of another person, he couldn't describe the smell, like a gentle hand, a soft touch The wind, the sudden rain in the scorching desert.

With endless tenacity, with a silent gesture, it infiltrates everything.

He folded his clothes and lay down on his side, hugging him tightly through the quilt. He wanted to use force but was afraid of waking him up, so he could only move his body aggrieved, and pressed his chest against the young man's back through the thin quilt.

"Chen Ling." The man's voice sounded after turning off the lights, low as a string.

After a while, he called out again stubbornly.

Chen Ling slept unconsciously, and didn't know what he was dreaming of, so he twitched his mouth and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand.

Jiang Yu's chest shook, and he laughed silently. He closed his eyes and put his chin on the side of the young man's neck. "People who stand in the mud can be your friends, so can people who crawled out of hell..."

His cheeks were buried down, and the tip of his nose breathed in Chen Ling's breath almost greedily, "Your smell is really good."

Chen Ling just woke up: "..."

Don't know don't know I don't know anything.Embarrassed, Chen Ling suggested to himself, pretended to turn over and rolled out of the man's arms, with half of his body hanging by the bed.

Just as he was hesitating whether to roll back a bit, the man's arm stretched out and fished him back.

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing everything. He smiled softly, turned over and got off the bed, went to the sofa and lay down.

The dangerous person left, Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, shrank his body in the thin quilt, and soon fell asleep again.

That night he dreamed.

He dreamed of the boundless darkness and rot, as well as the bright sunshine and the wide sea. Finally, he walked into a cave.

Something protruded from the darkness and entangled his hands and feet.

Realizing that the other party had no intention of harming him, he stayed in place motionless, waiting to wake up from the dream.

Different from the early morning in Yuhe Mountain, because the guest house is next to the wildlife park, the tour guide will take the tourists out of the room early in the morning before dawn to start the first itinerary of the day.

Chen Ling was exhausted yesterday. He thought he could finish charging after sleeping, but after sitting up, his whole body was sore, as if he had been tied up with a rope all night. Soreness and fatigue.

He rubbed his hair, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he glared fiercely at the man on the sofa.

Jiang Yu was too tall, with his legs hanging out of the armrest of the sofa, his hands folded on his chest, his face was calm, as if the noisy footsteps outside the door did not exist at all.

Chen Ling was sulking, angry at himself for his mistake last night.

I can think of why my body is sore and painful. I can think of it with my toes.

Chen Ling regretted it now, regretted it very much, why did he want to save face and throw him out of the room directly!

He got up angrily, deliberately walked past the sofa, and went to the bathroom.

There was no sound outside the door, and it was still on the sofa. Chen Ling mistook the toothpaste for Jiang Yu to squeeze, then stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, and quickly moved his hands up and down.

More and more white foam fell out from the corner of the mouth.

Rubbing casually with the back of his hand, for some reason, he remembered the sentence he heard last night.

There was no beginning or end, but Chen Ling knew that the person Jiang Yu said was crawling out of hell was referring to himself.

There are many mysteries about the man, why should the Jiang family be sheltered and enshrined by the Jiang family.Why, as a Yin god, he can walk freely in the yang world. Doesn't he have to go back to the Netherworld to work?

Another example is the dark red spell on Jiang Yu's back.

Everyone has secrets, even himself.

One night, as he was about to graduate from primary school, he dreamed of looking for a toilet, but he couldn't find it after searching.

In order to cover up the evidence of the crime, Chen Ling took off the pair of pants and threw them into the trash can. After his parents had gone out, he quietly picked them up and threw them away.

This incident was too shameful, he kept it in his heart all the time, and no one told it.

It's not a big deal, but if someone finds out one day and confronts him face-to-face, he will definitely become angry from embarrassment.Those secrets hidden in Jiang Yu's body must not be such a trivial matter as bedwetting.

Regardless of judging others by himself, or out of respect for the other party's privacy, Chen Ling would not ask, let alone probe behind his back.

If the ancestor is willing to take the initiative to tell, he will be a quiet listener.

Thinking this way in his heart, but his mind was uncontrollable, Jiang Yu's voice kept stirring in his mind, it was because of that sentence that he didn't get up and push people away in person.

The voice was extremely low, and there was obviously no intense emotional ups and downs. Chen Ling could clearly feel that the Nether Yin God, who was carefully respected by the Jiang family, was also vulnerable sometimes.

Unknowingly, the movements of the hands stopped, and the wall of the oral cavity was stimulated by the toothpaste, causing a bit of pain.

Chen Ling came back to his senses suddenly, quickly spit out the toothpaste, raised his head and rinsed his mouth with water.

The doorbell rang outside.

Chen Ling washed his face in twos and drove out, only to find that Jiang Yu had gotten up from the sofa, walked to the entrance and was opening the door.

Outside the door was Qian Qing, whose anxious expression froze when he saw a stranger.

Taking a step back, she made sure she found the right room, and asked softly, "Is Chen Ling there? I'm a staff member of the breeding base, and I'm in a hurry to find him."

The macaw, which had been huddled in the corner all night, flew to Chen Ling's shoulder, tilted its head, and stared straight at Qian Qing.

Chen Ling touched its feathers, "It must have come to you to appease the girlfriend."

The parrot blinked, opened its mouth, and yelled, "Friend, find a friend."

Hearing the funny birdsong, the anxiety on Qian Qing's face and the tension when facing Jiang Yu faded a lot.She stood on tiptoe and looked into the room, beckoning to Chen Ling and the parrot.

Jiang Yu stepped aside, "Go in and talk."

Qian Qing nodded cautiously, and walked into the hallway, clutching her bag tightly.

Facing Chen Ling's friendly smiling face, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, freeing herself from the oppressive feeling brought by Jiang Yu.

Chen Ling shrugged his shoulders, and the parrot jumped onto the railing knowingly, "Sister Qian, why did you come here so early? Is there something wrong with the female parrot?"

"I started to lose my temper in the middle of the night last night." Qian Qing said helplessly, "I was thinking about coming to you after you woke up, but that female was really fussy, so I had to come here now."

After Chen Ling washed up, he felt much better than when he woke up. He patted the macaw on the head, and motioned to the door, "Don't be dazed, I'll take you on a date."

Only then did the parrot step forward, grabbed the young man's clothes in its mouth, and with the strength of its beak and claws, it climbed from the hem of the young man's clothes all the way up to his shoulders.

Qian Qing was pleasantly surprised, "Did you train this? It's amazing."

Chen Ling smiled and said nothing, he felt that the parrot was deliberately playing handsome, but unfortunately there was no evidence.

The young man wanted to leave, so Jiang Yu naturally didn't need to stay. He straightened his sleepy collar and raised his heels.

When passing by Wu Weiwei's room, Chen Ling sent him a message telling him to come to the breeding base next door when he woke up.

Qian Qing was leading the way. Knowing that neither of them had breakfast, he turned around and said, "Our base provides breakfast for employees, and the taste is not bad. If you don't mind, let's eat some together later?"

"Okay." Chen Ling is not picky about food, filling his stomach is the main priority, followed by taste.

Three figures were reflected on the elevator door standing separately, Qian Qing was using his mobile phone to communicate with colleagues while lowering his head, while Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Intuition told Chen Ling that the man was a little unhappy.

Turning his head in the direction of Jiang Yu, Chen Ling asked, "What's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yu admitted and refused to say more.

Thinking of the narrow sofa, it was indeed too wronged, Chen Ling said: "We will go back to Yuhe Mountain after the matter is over, you can catch up on sleep."

"I didn't sleep well not because of the sofa, but because I was thinking about you." Jiang Yu made no secret that there was a third person present.

After hearing the first sentence, Chen Ling knew that the conversation was over, and hurriedly gestured to change the subject, but unfortunately it was a step too late, the man's words had already come out, and he seemed especially low in the closed metal space.

"Why are you kissing that bird?"

"...Because it's cute?" Surprised by the weird question, Chen Ling's answer was a little dull.

"Where's the weasel?" Jiang Yu was used to not showing his emotions, but when facing Chen Ling, he didn't want to hide anything, like a little boy trying to gain attention, "That weasel is a male."

Chen Ling: "..."

Qian Qing: "..." Who am I, where am I, what is the relationship between these two people, why do I smell vinegar... It's so weird!

Jiang Yu third question: "There's this one..."

Feeling that he was going to talk about Qian Qing, Chen Ling rushed forward and covered Jiang Yu's mouth.His face was hot, and he glanced at Qian Qing, who was perfectly pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Jiang Yu was tall and refused to bend down. Chen Ling could only stand on tiptoe in humiliation, and whispered into his ear, "We'll talk about this issue when we get back."

Jiang Yu looked at the young man without any relief.

Chen Ling remembered the only time a man was shy, gritted his teeth, and blurted out: "Be good, be obedient."

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, his eyes skipped over the young man's face, he pursed his lips, and a small group of skin behind his ears turned slightly red.

Chen Ling was proud of himself, feeling that he had caught the little pigtail that could hold the other party, so he let go of his hand at ease.

So what about the ancestor's thousand-year-old Taoism, he is not a young boy who has never been in love. When he is actively attacking, he is in a suit, and when he is passively resisting, his defense collapses with a single blow.

Qian Qing glanced at the smiling face reflected on the elevator door, coughed lightly, "We're going to the first floor."

In the lobby outside the elevator, tourists in the tour group are gathering points.

Chen Ling followed behind Qian Qing, squeezed through the crowd and walked out. When he got down the steps, he suddenly remembered something.

"Jiang Yu, where's your car?" Last night he was busy too late, and he was extremely sleepless. When Sun Peifeng said that he was driving, he was confused and agreed to come down, completely forgetting that they were driving to Sun Peifeng's house by himself.

Jiang Yu: "Sun Peifeng's house is downstairs."

Chen Ling: "Why didn't you say anything last night?"

"Did you tell me you were in a car with me?" Jiang Yu asked back, "You have been avoiding me before, so I just want to stay with you for a while to make up time."

What the old ancestor said was too straightforward, Chen Ling touched his nose embarrassingly, feeling guilty that he had done something wrong, and changed the subject: "If you don't open it, then you don't open it, anyway, I will take Li Hongyu to deal with the Sun's family later. follow-up questions."

"En." Jiang Yu responded lightly.

She didn't shy away from talking to the two people behind her, which made her feel like a giant light bulb.

She breathed a sigh of relief, quickened her pace, and walked faster and faster.

The female parrot faced the wall all night, exuding a moving sadness and melancholy all over her body.

Qian Qing led Chen Ling and Jiang Yu to stand outside the breeding room, and tapped his fingertips on the glass wall, "It's pretty quiet now, probably since the early morning of last night, it has always raised its head and barked intermittently, with a very loud voice. Sharp, mixed with anger."

Chen Ling: "..."

He patted the back of the parrot on his shoulder, "Go in, it must miss you very much."

Xiaolan looked calm on the surface, but she was actually very urgent. She seemed to hold her head up proudly, but her eyes were always fixed on the bird on the branch.

Qian Qing opened the door for it, and the macaw jumped in, stood on the ground and screamed.

The female parrot on the tree is stubborn and unwilling to look back when it doesn't exist.

Chen Ling watched outside and sighed: "Why are there so many dramas?"

Qian Qing said: "Macaws are like this. It is still in the running-in period, and the tempers of both parties will be more obvious. When the running-in period is completely over, the relationship between them will get better and better. After the relationship is stable, they will no longer There is a more obvious 'estrus', because with a partner, they can reproduce at any time."

Chen Ling nodded, just like a human being.

Qian Qing suddenly let out an "ah", opened the metal door and ran in.

The male macaw was being chased all over the room by the female, and several purple-blue feathers floated down in the air.

Chen Ling was a bit mean, he didn't feel distressed, he just thought it was funny, bent his elbow and slammed into Jiang Yu, "Do you think this is domestic violence?"

Jiang Yu looked at his smiling eyes and said seriously, "It doesn't count."

"That's right, it's called fun." Chen Ling didn't expect that beating, kissing, scolding, or love can also be reflected in birds.

Jiang Yu put his hands in the pockets of his trousers leisurely, leaned his body to the right, and pressed his cool skin against the young man's arm, "Then it's fun for you to kill me in the elevator?"

"...Of course not." Chen Ling's reaction was astonishingly quick, "Can people be the same as parrots!"