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Chapter 1971 Feather(1/2)

The little girl grabbed its tail and was in the eyes of humans who couldn't see it...isn't it strange?

The Chongming Bird's beak pecked gently on the back of the little girl's hand.

Taking advantage of the moment the little girl let go, it flew to the sky in an instant.

Chongming Bird heard the little girl's crying.

But it didn't look back.

I'm just crying now and my reaction is too slow.

It thought the little girl was crying for the previous fall.

...

Chongmingniao didn't know why she returned to the place where she met the little girl.

Street lights illuminate the dim night.

The little girl had already left.

The Chongming Bird stared at the aperture of the ground for a while, then flew up.

...

An inexplicably familiar cry came into its ears.

After hesitating for a while, the Chongming Bird flew towards the direction where the crying sound came.

...

It's the little girl from the past.

Chongming Bird was surprised by this coincidence.

When he heard the little girl crying, he did not turn his head.

This time, it saw the little girl's crying face.

The tender facial features are wrinkled together, making the cheeks look even more fat.

The little girl cried sadly.

Of course, in the impression of Chongming Bird, all human cubs cried very hard.

hysteria.

I can cry for a long time again.

I was so angry that I was crying that I was still wiping my tears.

The same goes for this little girl.

...

The tired crying little girl fell asleep in the bed.

The facial features are still tightly wrinkled together.

The child's parents walked out of the little girl's bedroom gently and closed the door.

"I'll get the towel."

The child's mother carefully wiped the tears on the little girl's face with a warm towel.

"My face is red."

The child's mother felt a little distressed.

The child's father sighed, "What did you say about this child?"

“…I picked up very beautiful feathers all the way-”

"I'll remind this child not to pick up things on the ground later."

"What if a bad person uses this method to abduct a child?"

The child's father was a little scared.

"What a fool."

The child's father glared at the sleeping child slightly.

"yes."

The child's mother nodded in agreement.

She reached out and stroked the child's hair that fell to her lips and behind her ears.

"...and then I found a very beautiful big bird."

The child's father feels like he is listening to a fairy tale.

"But the big bird flew."

"The child is back with his feathers."

"The problem is, neither I nor you see the feathers in the child's hands."

"The child later said that the feathers were gone."

"And then..."

The child's father rubbed his forehead, "This child has been crying until now."

No matter how I persuaded me, I wouldn't listen.

It's just a feather that's not to be seen.

But neither he nor the child's mother saw the feathers mentioned in the child's mouth.

After a while, where can I find her feathers?

...

"This child is so crying."

The child's mother gently touched the child's soft hair.

"Yes, this girl is so weird at a young age."

"If you fall down, you not only don't cry, but you also come to scare us."

Thinking of the past, the child's father shook his head a little funny.

"She likes feathers so much, I'll buy some online later-"

"No, why don't I buy it at the store tomorrow."

“So fast.”

"Um."

The little girl's mother nodded.

She tucked the quilt for the child and glanced at the child's father.

The couple left the little girl's room together.

...

When the slight sound of the door closing came, Chongmingbird approached the little girl's bed.

It looked at the sleeping little girl with an indistinguishable expression in its eyes.

...

the next day.

"Ah~~!"

The little girl's scream almost made the child's mother throw the spatula in her hand.

"Ahem~"

The child's father's porridge choked in his throat.

My face turned red with cough.

...

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The child's parents rushed into the child's bedroom.

The child's mother is still holding a spatula in her hand.

...

"Mom, dad, look!"

The little girl's eyes shine, and the bright joy makes the child as bright as the sun at noon.

"feather!"
To be continued...
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