[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

When Tim pushed open the door of the pet store, a ball of fluff smeared his face.Sandra, who turned into a bird shape, clung to his face and refused to come down. After Tim grabbed Sandra's wings and tore her off his face, Sandra kept pushing her into his arms drill.

Before Tim could say anything, Damian angrily grabbed Sandra's long drooping tail feathers and tried to pull her out of Tim's arms.Sandra was teary-eyed in pain but still refused to leave Tim's arms, reaching out her claws to grab his shirt so tightly that she almost bit his collar.

Seeing that Sandra's tail was about to be bald by Damian, Tim quickly stretched out his hand to block Damian's movement, and got a dissatisfied stare from his youngest brother.

"What happened?"

Tim had a headache, but looking at Sandra's pitiful tearful eyes, it was impossible to let her go. He could only hold Sandra in one hand and rubbed his temples with the other and asked.

I do not know!

Sandra groaned twice, turned her head and combed her messy tail feathers with her beak distressedly, then shrank back into Tim's arms and stared at Damian vigilantly, for fear that he would start again Come and grab your own feathers, it hurts, okay?

Tim rubbed the fluffy and blown feathers on Sandra's back to soothe her, then raised his head and cast a questioning look at Damian.

"Tsk, I'm useless," Damian put back the samurai/sword/knife pretending to threaten Sandra in his hand, and said angrily, "Ask her yourself, don't ask me."

Wow Damian is so fierce.

Sandra huddled in Tim's arms and refused to change back to her original appearance. She just turned her back and turned her butt to Damian, refusing to make eye contact with the boy.Tim can't do anything about her, he can't force Sandra to change back, even if he thinks so, he can't do it, after all, it's not him who knows magic, so he can only turn his questioning eyes to Damian

Sandra shrank into Tim's arms aggrievedly and wrapped herself into a round sphere.When she opened her eyes and woke up, she found Damian sitting aside with a bad expression on her face. When she saw her open her eyes and woke up, she directly raised a knife and chopped a chair, scaring her instinctively back into the form of a bird. The wings flew all over the room, and when they saw Tim, they threw themselves on the face of their boss and refused to come down as if they were granted amnesty.

Damian obviously didn't want to get along with Tim in peace, but Sandra, who was shivering in Tim's arms, couldn't do anything directly, so she could only frown unhappy and said in a bad tone : "She kept saying something like two or three. I don't know what she meant."

Sandra was obviously stunned when she heard Damian's words. She raised the feathers on her head and looked at Tim with a question mark on her face. She couldn't remember when she said this at all.

"Aren't you spying on the pet store again? You'll know if you drop the surveillance yourself."

Damian stroked the fur of Sanhua who jumped on his lap, and refused to explain to Tim.

I just said I always felt like I forgot something!Sure enough, a monitor was installed!

Sandra jerked her head out of Tim's arms, staring at Tim with round reddish-brown eyes, and Shutim couldn't tell her emotion from a bird's eyes.

But after all, he is already used to doing this. Tim turned a blind eye to Sandra's eyes and turned on the computer he carried with him to go back in time, and quickly called out the occurrence of what Damian described. that video.

Sandra turned her head and looked at the video. When she saw herself crying and hugging Damian tightly, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide her head under her wings and not stick it out. It's like a normal bird who doesn't understand what's going on.

After Yaoshou, he actually hugged Damian by force, no wonder he drew his sword as soon as he opened his eyes.Normally, this is the hooligan behavior of suddenly other people's little girl's skirt on the road, and thanks to Damian's little temper, he can wait until he opens his eyes before beating himself instead of opening a few holes in himself while he is sleeping.

Sandra shivered and huddled in Tim's arms, feeling that Damian hadn't opened a few holes in her body because she had a cute bird shape.

"Okay," Tim patted Sandra's head as if to appease him, stroking his fingertips into the fluffy and soft feathers a few times before turning the topic to the real thing, "The three you mentioned are What's going on? Counting you, the evil bird, and the blue bird that possessed you before, the total is three right... Do you mean there is another one besides you?"

Sandra looked at the playback clip and vaguely seemed to remember what happened.But she really couldn't remember the dreams that were so impressive that she broke down and cried, she could only vaguely remember...

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp——" Sandra remembered that she was still a bird now, and quickly flapped her wings and turned back into a human form and said to Tim: "There should be another one besides me, although I can't remember what I did. What a dream, but when I saw this, I remembered that there should indeed be three people."

"Three men like me, who are like vicious birds."

"Dream?" Tim grasped the key word keenly, and narrowed his blue eyes that were as clear as lake water: "You mean that the reason you know there are three people is because of your dream?"

Sandra nodded, thought for a while and then added: "It's not the first time...I often dream about emotional breakdowns. A few times my roommate in the university told me about it, and a few times it was myself I feel it... Although I can't remember what dream I had, but after waking up, I often feel that my face is wet. When I look in the mirror, I will find that my eyes are swollen as if I have cried a lot. It's been like this since I was a kid."

"I always seem to dream about some very sad things... as if those things really happened to me." Sandra said while recalling that feeling, a kind of deep sadness came from her The welling up from the bottom of her heart made her almost unable to restrain her eyes from moistening, and even her voice was choked with sobs.

She didn't want to let her emotions get out of control, but she couldn't help feeling sad when she recalled how she felt.Sandra quickly raised her hand to wipe her eye sockets, and found that tears were about to fall in her eyes, and the eyelashes were wet and sticky into locks.

Just as Tim was looking for tissues around, Damian frowned and threw the handkerchief on his body into Sandra's hands and said in a bad tone: "Don't cry, there's nothing to cry about."

Sandra was stunned for a moment when she received the handkerchief, the tears that she hadn't had time to wipe off condensed and fell, splashing a small splash on the back of her hand.

She quickly wiped her eyes and let the soft cotton cloth absorb the excess tears to restore her mood, and said to Damian with a smile, "Thank you, Damian."

The boy just let out a snort from his nasal cavity, then lowered his eyes and folded his legs together, and touched Titus's head protruding from his hand.

"Has it always been like this?" Tim pressed, "Do you always have this mood swing when you think about it?"

Sandra raised her hand to cover her mouth and thought for a while, then shook her head: "It's not that I can't control my emotions when I think of things... It's just that I can't control when I recall the feeling at that time My own emotions. It’s just that it’s much better now, I used to cry more, and it’s not something that can be stopped in such a short period of time.”

In the past, when she tried to recall the grief, she would cry so hard that she couldn't stop crying until she was tired from crying. Now, she often perseveres in trying to remember the dream through recalling emotions. Under normal circumstances, she has much better control over her emotions.

Tim frowned and quickly reviewed the information Sandra gave and her relationship with the evil bird and another blue bird.His brows were frowned and his eyelids drooped. Those lake-blue eyes that looked deep because of his concentration were half-covered by slightly curled eyelashes, stretching out thick shadows to obscure the blue.

Sandra propped her head on her arm and tilted her head to look at Tim's face intently. The girl in her heart rolled and screamed crazily and prprprpr licked Tim's charming and charming face in a serious situation, wishing to put He also licked all the half-length hair that was slightly loose.

"If those...let's call it a dream, it's not the sadness you feel for yourself," Tim raised his eyes, his palms formed into a tower shape to support his chin, and the setting sun shone in his lake blue eyes The halo in which the afterglow of the sun is scattered is as bright as the evening sea surface and has a kind of tranquility and serenity. "Then I guess, it should be the key to connect you with the evil bird and another blue bird."

"The evil bird's paranoia towards you comes from the fact that she thinks you should be her kind, and you two have the same magical origin. As for the other blue bird... I guess she can use your body, so it should be the same as you The compatibility is also very high, and from the aspect that she can use your magic talent proficiently, she should have the same magic origin as you. As for dreams, remember to ask Deng when you go to Hogwarts next time Principal Bullido and Mr Scamander, what kind of scene would this happen."

Sandra nodded obediently, and continued to indulge in beauty.

"I will go to Zatanna to ask you about this situation. If I guess correctly, there should be a special relationship between you."

I don't want to have anything to do with that kind of crazy bird!

Sandra couldn't help thinking so disgustingly in her heart.

"It just so happens that you are going to Hogwarts today, don't forget to ask about it."

After saying this, Tim couldn't help covering his lips and yawned, with some steam in his eyes: "I'll go back and deal with other things. Damian, you go back with me or wait for Alfred to pick you up ?”

Damian gave his adoptive brother a big roll of the eyes and said unceremoniously: "I will go back myself."

Tim stood up and walked out a little wobbly. Seeing him like that, Sandra was a little worried that her boss would bump her head into the transparent glass French window at the door in the next second.

Tim, who simply took a nap and rested for a while during the meeting, was half asleep and half awake, and now he is not so tired. He dodged the glass doors and windows perfectly without hitting them, and then pulled away the car parked at the door. The car door almost plunged in and pulled it shut.The car drove away quickly, and Sandra looked carefully at Damian's face, and found that he was still frowning and stroking Sanhua in his arms, feeling a little guilty.

After all, I was the one who forcibly molested someone for no reason, and finally filed a complaint before I figured out the matter.A boy of this age has a high self-esteem, not to mention that Damian's proud personality was forcibly harassed by a stranger like her, he must be terribly upset, but he didn't say Just come out.

Damian was concentrating on stroking Sanhua, rubbing Titus' ears from time to time, and suddenly felt a creature with a high body temperature approaching him, and then a fluffy thing lightly touched his cheek.

Damian thought it was the naughty cat leaning on his shoulder, but when he turned his head, he met Sandra's round and wet reddish-brown eyes.

The not-so-small bird looked at him cautiously. His eyes lit up when he saw Damian turn his head. He cautiously took two steps closer to him, then stretched his slender and soft neck and tentatively walked towards Damian. Ann leaned over.

The young and mature boy did not refuse her approach.The feathers clustered together like a magnificent feather crown gently scratched the boy's skin, and then the head covered with fine and short down feathers gently rubbed against his cheek, followed by the whole body The body, covered in long, slender down feathers that were extra soft because of its immaturity, rested on his arm.The body temperature of birds is much higher than that of humans, seeping into the skin through the fabric of the shirt, like slightly scalding warm water, making people unable to help but hold the water cup tighter.

The fine and soft birdsong is not as vibrant and loud as the crowing of parrots, but rather flickers faintly like the soft whispering of fragmentary birds cut by branches and leaves in the forest, like a dream and a nocturne .

Sandra rubbed her head against Damian's cheek, the whole bird leaned on Damian's arm, feeling a little guilty in her heart, and she didn't know whether he would accept this trick or not.But when Damian put his palm on her back and started stroking those fluffy and soft feathers little by little, Sandra silently ticked her plan in her heart√

It seems that because he likes animals, Damian's method is somewhat similar to Newt's.It's just not as proficient as Newt's, but more patient and careful and gentle enough than Tim.

Maybe it's because Sandra's current appearance is too confusing, and she herself is leaning comfortably on Damian's arm like a real bird enjoying the gentle and comfortable touch, so this The proud boy who always held his head high and looked arrogant seemed to express all his tenderness in this way.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Damian's fingertips lightly stroked the magic lines distributed on the last row of wing feathers, and the magic lines were released gently with every stroke of his. The twilight seemed to echo Sandra's breathing and the rhythm of Damien's touch.

Du Ge tilted his head and watched his master collapsed on the boy's body without any image, squinted his eyes and made a slight snoring sound, and stuffed himself into Damian's arms, looking at him eagerly. Want to be touched.

"Weren't you afraid of me at first?"

Damian also rubbed Dugo's head and muttered in a low voice, and then, as if he was nostalgic for the fluffy, soft, delicate and silky touch of Sandra's feathers, he started a little bit along her crest. Little by little, he combed the fine down feathers with his fingers, tidying them up neatly.

Although other animals in the pet shop have a high degree of affection for Damian, Dugo seems to be quite sensitive to the hostility hidden in Damian because he is already considered a magical creature. He always has a feeling of avoiding it, and basically won't take the initiative to get close to him.

It was the first time that he stuffed himself into Damian's arms like today.

But soon, because the position in Damian's arms was completely occupied by Sandra, he had to fly to the bird stand to seize the position of other parrots.Sandra curled up in a ball on Damian's lap, with her eyes closed and her body undulating slightly, she seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, allowing Damian to pluck her feathers from head to tail with the palm of her hand. After reading it again, if the remaining human dignity hadn't kidnapped her reason, she would have turned over like a puppet cat and exposed her belly for Damian to touch.

"Pennyworth," Damian called the old housekeeper and said in a soft voice, "I will be back later today. You don't need to pick me up then, I will come back by myself."

The aged butler didn't seem surprised by Damian's words, but asked calmly: "So, do you need me to prepare dinner for you at home? What time will you be back at night?"

Damian carefully let the books leave the soft feathers one by one, and replied casually: "I don't know when I will be back, I will notify you when I come back."

"Then I wish you a good time, and I will notify Master Bruce for you."