My protagonist attributes have been discovered

As a fighting chicken, this lifesaver's food intake is very worthy of his fighting power.

After serving more than half of the dinner on Song Yangle, looking at the piles of food piled up on the lid of the lunch box, the life-saving grace|chicken|chicken with his head down finally flickered his nictitating membrane, shook his head, and expressed that enough was enough.

Song Yangle looked at the lunch box with only a few pieces of meat left: "..." Well, it should be enough.

Because of the language barrier, there is basically no communication between one person and one chicken during the meal, and the way of eating is also different. The only thing in common is-for subjective or objective reasons, in the helper|chicken|head heaving and disabled At the same time, Song Yangle was also eating chopsticks like flying, and the normal half-hour meal time was shortened by more than half...Of course, the reason for the small amount cannot be ruled out.

Almost at the same time that the lifesaver|chicken|heck finished his pile of "hills", Song Yangle also quickly settled the rest of the dinner, looked at his phone, it was already [-]:[-], and the shortest return journey would take an hour and a half. Sure enough, as Sister Tu said, I can't go back before six o'clock.

Recalling the ship schedule information I saw at the ship terminal before, the ship between the mainland and Zhongrong is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. The time is a bit tight, so I have to catch up.

Song Yangle is going to say goodbye to Salvation En|Chicken|, but the language barrier cannot be ignored.

But when he thought about the black bear inspection|inspection and his own communication accident, he thought about it for a while, and gave up using his own inexperienced body language to assist expression, and decided... let nature take its course.

So he packed up the lunch box, put the compartments in place, closed the lid of the incubator, carried the box on his back, took two steps, and looked to the side. Unsurprisingly, the savior|chicken|had flew down from the stone table, Followed beside him.

Seeing him turn his head, he turned his head quickly, but the small black pupils in the two yellow eyes stared up at him shyly.

"..." Song Yangle tried this action subconsciously in his mind, and felt a phantom pain in his eyes.

In order not to continue to cause unnecessary burden to the eyes of the life-saving Enji, he turned his head and did not deliberately observe the other party, but focused on walking.

This is the rush hour for off work, and the park that was somewhat cold before has gradually become lively. Within 10 minutes, after seeing several "young people" in loose casual clothes for the elderly walking past with birds, dogs, and cats, Song Yangle Finally back to the more lively square.

At this moment, in addition to many "foreigners" and Chinese people and animals in formal clothes, there are many stalls selling gadgets on the square, and there are many lively local children wearing national costumes. Local boys and girls shopping.

A pet stall he passed by played a local happy song with a special style that he had never heard before. Even if he didn't buy it, every creature that walked past the stall would involuntarily hum a few times along with the music.

Just when he was wondering if there was some kind of magic in the music, a young boy's angry voice suddenly came from behind: "Dad, Dad! Brother is there!"

Because the children around were far away from her, Song Yangle subconsciously turned her head to look at the source of the sound, and saw a familiar face walking towards her in the crowd, and another very familiar face——

The unknown guest I saw the night before had a small |chicken on his head that was very similar to the savior|chicken|chicken who was next to him; another man was wearing a gray shirt and thin black casual trousers Walking a little later, the standard local girls who were accompanied by teenagers in the square couldn't help turning their heads back frequently. There was no expression on their faces, their backs were facing the setting sun, but there was still light dancing in their black pupils.

In the noisy square, Song Yangle was carrying an incubator on his back, but felt that he heard the sound of a heartbeat. At the same time, after the image in his mind reappeared a beat later, his eyes subconsciously moved down, staring at the other party's shirt, thinking Next: This is three full days, didn't you even change a piece of clothes? ... No, wait, it seems like I've been wearing this hoodie for three days?

"..." If this is really a novel/caricature, he thought blankly: It's better for the author to take the initiative to rush to the street.

——I don’t really want to break the dimension and break the |law.

The boss approached slowly, he straightened his back, and was about to say hello, but the savior |chicken| beside him flapped his wings happily "cluck cluck cluck" and jumped to the side of the guest who came over and knelt down, touching his face Rubbing his face, he seemed to be very familiar with each other... Wait.

Forcibly drawing back the attention he couldn't help staying on the boss, Song Yangle scanned carefully and found that the "chicken" on the head of the unknown guest seemed to be similar to the "chicken" of the life-saving grace at 01:30...except One eye pupil is a little bigger and the other eye pupil is a little smaller, but the size, body shape, and even the |feather|color|changing parts of the body are exactly the same.

"...???"

Before he could ask a question, the "little|chicken" on the head of the guest took the initiative to spread its wings and jumped to the ground. It happily and intimately moved to the side of the savior "chicken" and rubbed its beaks with each other. After rubbing, the "little|chicken" opened its mouth Beak, it was the voice of the little boy I heard just now: "Brother, where did you go just now? My dad, Uncle Ying and I are looking for you everywhere."

"Cackling..." He also opened his beak, but when the "chicken" of the lifesaver answered, there was still a soft sound of "clucking". However, whether it was a guest in a formal suit with messy hair or a guest with bigger pupils "Little|Chicken" all listened seriously.

Song Yangle felt that he was a little confused, or did he really want to distinguish whether the cry of "Little|Chicken" just now was "Brother" or "Hey".

Emotionally, he leans towards the latter; but intellectually, he knows it's the former.

So the life-saving "chicken" who followed me all the way is really chicken|brother... well, it's bird|brother.

As for what kind of bird it is... Song Yangle watched and chatted enthusiastically before taking time to talk to his auspicious family. He glanced at the eyes of the two "chickens" and made some inferences in his mind.

This can’t be my fault, he thought: No matter which document, the record about the appearance of the Chongming bird stops at the description of “a pair of eyes, words and eyes. It looks like a chicken and sings like a phoenix”. No one has ever said that. , the Chongming bird can cry like a chicken, and the male|bird's crest is the same size as that of an ordinary hen.

They are not rigorous in their academic work, and they don't mention such an important point.After Song Yangle's serious criticism, he pretended that he didn't think about the question of whether there was only one Chongming bird or whether there was no distinction between male and female at all. After the road, he naturally shifted his attention——

Coincidentally, as soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of the boss who lazily looked away from the father and son Santori because he seemed to be unable to understand or was not interested in the conversation.

Song Yangle: "..."

"Boom—boom——"

The light of the setting sun shrouded the dark green forest square, and the peddlers selling small commodities beat their tambourines. The melodious drum beats that had never appeared before inadvertently mixed into the music of the pet shop. There was obviously no deliberate cooperation, but in every The moments of changing beats coincided perfectly; in the distance, a local girl carrying a flower basket of unknown flowers exchanged with a brown bear selling balloons. The bright purple flowers were pinned on the brown bear's suit, and there was an extra tall floating flower on the flower basket. The pink blue | color | balloon.

The weather has not officially entered the summer, and the heat of the tropics has fallen just right. The wind blows through the forest tops, bringing layers of green waves and just the right fragrance among the greenery.

Standing in this gust of wind, facing those eyes that seemed to contain stars, Song Yangle put his hands into his trouser pockets naturally and relaxed, listening to the incomprehensible conversation next to him, he thought:

The weather is so nice today.

—— "月が仙丽ですね."