Bird: K of Green

, found a boy.The boy breathed oxygen and burst into tears.The man took pity on him and said that this seemed to be a Hebrew child, and he needed a Hebrew nurse to nurse him.And the boy grew up, and as the man's son, he was named Moses, which means the child that came out of the water...

"And then?" After Liu asked, he opened his mouth to take the small handful of pills that Mr. Pan fed, and he hesitated while holding them, "Give me some water, please."

"Hey! You still know how to ask for water." Mr. Pan teased and poured him a glass, and then started to let him drink, "I will talk about it tomorrow."

Liu swallowed a bunch of slices in his mouth, choked a little, and answered slowly: "The medicine is bitter, it's better to drink some water. Tomorrow, um, I'm afraid I won't have time to listen to Mr. Pan's biblical stories tomorrow, Shi Ban Handover, there are a lot of things to do, and it will be quite late.”

"Then tomorrow's tomorrow." Mr. Pan's words focused on the story, and he didn't take the slate seriously.

"Ok."

This forty-year-old elder put his heart in his stomach and put away the medicine box. The leaked medicine always passed through his hands only.He quietly tidied up the table, and then put it back on the bookshelf, thinking that the books on it were just falling into the dust, and it would be better to sell the scraps as soon as possible, but when he turned around, he felt that the whole room was dead and lifeless .Of course, in the end he still swallowed all the nagging, "Liu, I'd better go to bed early today."

"Ok."

The two answers, which were nearly 10 minutes apart, were exactly the same in tone and words, because the speaker's posture was exactly the same, with his head drooping and his eyes locked on his screen, regardless of what the people next to him did.

Mr. Pan sighed, took out the flagon and shook it, and there was a ringing sound.The only sound in the room was the sound of someone swallowing a drink.After a while, Liu raised his head, his expression was full of doubts, "Mr. Pan hasn't left yet?"

Outside the window is the quiet night of winter, with the last snow of this winter falling gently, and the silver light shining through the gray sea in the distance, which also becomes clear and blurred.Mr. Pan leaned against the window lattice and let out a breath, and the glass was immediately covered with white mist.He reached out and turned up the heater next to him a little.

"Let's go."

Mr. Pan was a little helpless, and shook the flagon again, and the sound of the wine was lingering again.He didn't know if the jug of wine was like his heart, dangling and never falling over the years.

When he reached the door, Liu stopped him, "Mr. Pan is our Lord Bishop, spring is coming, please don't let his back look so slumped."

Mr. Pan's shoulders trembled, and he pressed the doorknob with one hand, half of it was pressed, and the other half was retracted.

"Only you can be calm forever, Liu." He maintained the rigid angle between his hand and the doorknob, "Whether it is 14 years ago or now, whether facing Kanagawa or... Hey, how many stories in the Bible have I told you? One, half of it, there is one I never told you."

"You can talk now."

Mr. Pan let go of the doorknob, and it returned to its right position with a slight click.He turned around and leaned against the door with his arms pressed behind his back. He looked at the son he had raised for so many years, and felt that his son didn't seem to grow up.Maybe every parent has this mentality?Not necessarily.

"A long time ago in Hebrew, there was a wise man who broke the rules. His punishment was burning at the stake. He was tied to a post with dry sticks piled up in front of him, and the lit flames licked in seconds. to his chest. However, in pain, he struggled to tell the audience below, this side is almost cooked! You can prepare to roast my other side!"

He finished speaking in one breath and smiled, trying to find some possible changes on Liu's face, but of course he failed, so he sighed again and asked in a wine-smelling voice: "How is it? Sure enough, a wise man can survive any adversity?" They can all show unusual calmness, or they are wise men."

"I think it's also because he knows it well." Liu lowered his eyes and didn't look at his adoptive father. "He knew that his death was not in vain, and it would definitely bring about changes in the world behind him. That's why he was able to tease People who are bound by the existing rules, on the one hand, welcome the dissolution of the body with a calm and comfortable attitude."

Liu's voice is very soft, at the moment he is just a person outside the story, doing the usual discussion and commentary that Mr. Pan has told him for many years.

However, Mr. Pan praised unexpectedly and rarely, "You are really my pride, Liu." Liu nodded, and finally looked up into his adoptive father's eyes, and heard his wine-sounding voice then opened the gate, "You are smart and capable. , I know that you have been playing two games of chess, one outside and one at home. I don’t care about outside, but as for the game at home... I know who is what, where you put it, and how to move. Don't worry, I will help you, and I will definitely not miss your business. For Zi, you should add more trust. You have to understand that the reason why the son on the plate at home is willing to be your son is not only for you It can satisfy our wishes, indeed, I admit, there is such an element, but after all, it is different from your external approach. Because we have feelings."

Flow silently, waiting for the adoptive father to slowly organize the language.He's so quiet, he looks more like a retard than his adoptive father.

"We have feelings." Mr. Pan repeated, "This relationship is not only between us and you, but also between you and us. People's hearts are fleshy, and they can't stand neglect and suspicion. Mr. Pan, I will always look forward to you Okay, I didn't teach you when you were a child, and I hope you learn to face up to people's emotions in the future. You know you have it, discover it, dig it, absorb it, and release it. And come in front of these , what you should do right now is to cherish and treat yourself well." After speaking, he sighed heavily, as if a stone had fallen, "That's it, it's gone."

Then he raised his hand to scratch his hair again, and complained weakly: "Hey, you! I haven't drunk enough yet, am I a little too poor at night...I'm going..."

He remained silent, repeating the words and sentences that got into his ears over and over again, staring at the other party's figure whether he wanted to leave or not.After another minute or so, he finally gave an answer.

"I'll go to bed early."

This voice, in the house wrapped in the snowy night, is still very, very light.Mr. Pan rested his hand on the doorknob, and then pressed it down with peace of mind.

The living room was dark and quieter than during the day.Members of this family didn't seem to like to stay in the living room very much. At first, the youngest child in the family would lie on the ground playing games in the dark every night, and later even he didn't stay here much.Therefore, the living room becomes an open corridor connecting the door of the house with the second floor. People pass by at night. If they are not afraid of the dark, they can walk with the faint light of the bathroom.

Mr. Pan put down the number of cans of fallen angels, walked along the back of the sofa to touch the gown he had put on it before, walked to the entrance and put it on casually.He was about to push the door, but it was pulled open from the outside. When he looked closely, he was purple covered in snow.

Mr. Pan didn't react, Zi pushed him to get up and get into the house. "It's cold outside, do you want to go out?" Zi rubbed her hands together, then patted and shook the snow particles on her head and shoulders. Part of the melted snow seeped into the fabric, forming a dark puddle.He smelled Mr. Pan's body, and covered his nose very responsively.

"Hey, as for it, I pretend like you haven't had a drink. I'm going to go out and find a restaurant... Let's sit together?"

"Quit." Zi glared at him and changed into slippers.

"Hey! Amazing! Yu Shao Shenjun quit drinking, the flower girls in Kabukicho should cry hahaha." Mr. Pan smiled and shook his head. Save it, lest some inappropriate words will be heard by a serious person on the second floor.

When Zi stepped into the living room, she habitually turned off the light, and raised her hand to stroke her wet hair after melting snow, as if she hadn't heard the teasing. "Anyway, I'm not going, and I don't think Mr. Pan should go either, it's really cold."

"I'm still going! I'm warm, and I'm afraid of the cold and the cold, and I'm afraid of the long way to death! I'm happy!"

Now Zi is not afraid of the taste anymore, she stepped forward to support him and persuaded him: "You are really drunk, no girl will look at you if you are so unbeautiful, turn around and worry about it."

"Yo, it's good, it's good." Mr. Pan leaned over to pat him, and hiccupped, "Remember, I told you, I said... Yushao Shenzi! It's the only one! It's ok! Never faceless The expression on the face... find someone with emotional fluctuations... Congratulations! You have succeeded, congratulations!"

Zi Hulu took off Mr. Pan's hand, put it on his shoulder, half-dragged him to the sofa, threw it directly, and looked at him with his hips on his hips.Under the dim light, Zi couldn't fully see the other party clearly. He was about to turn on the light, but then he thought again, maybe Liu was going to rest, the downstairs should be dark and quiet.

In fact, in Zi's nearly 20 years of drinking history, he has encountered many drunks, but he has never been so drunk himself, so he doesn't know what it's like to get drunk.So I don't understand why Mr. Pan was so hippie just now, but now he is crying.

Zi pressed his forehead. It was already eleven o'clock. When he came back, he wanted to take a quick shower and go to Liu, but now he had to deal with a drunk—a ghost who didn't know if he was really drunk or just drunk. .He glanced towards the second floor, it was really a glance of deep thoughts.

In the darkness, Zi vaguely found a small mushroom hidden behind the railing post.He was annoyed, didn't care much, bent down to take Mr. Pan back to the room first, and didn't bother to ask why Mr. Pan was crying.There is no way, Zi has no interest in all unattractive people and things, especially this kind of drunken people, it is good that he is willing to take care of them, not because the other party is Mr. Pan.

As a result, Mr. Pan hung on the purple shoulder