squeak!

Someone!

Not caring about his instantly turning into a gray ball of hair, Ron turned over and rushed forward, hiding his body behind the Mahjong Great Wall.

Even if you know that this is just a little psychological comfort to yourself - mahjong is a toy created by humans after all, and it will collapse with just one touch, and it will not be able to protect Ron at all - but after this, Ron's mind regained its rotation.

squeak!

wrong!

Not a human!

The sound just now came from the sky!

Is it a ghost?

But it's still daytime, shouldn't the ghost come out only at night?

Baa Baa Baa Baa Baa, we must pay attention to science!

There are no ghosts or ghosts in this world!

But, if there were no ghosts, what was going on with rebirth?

By the way, Dali, Ersilly, Baimao is still standing under the table!

Will they be in trouble?

In an instant, Ron's mind turned a lot, and even thought of the Three Rats still on the ground.

squeak!

The head is so hot!

Restlessly, Ron automatically adjusted the fan power, providing powerful heat dissipation guarantee for the rapidly heating CPU.

Then, he gritted his teeth hard and suddenly poked his head out from behind the Great Mahjong Wall.

"It's so bad~, it's so bad~"

The excited and old voice sounded again the moment Ron leaned his head.

However, this time it sounded, it was accompanied by the sound of flapping wings.

Several colorful figures drew graceful arcs from outside the pavilion and fell on the beams inside the pavilion.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and his hair slowly closed.

Scream~

It turned out to be a group of parrots ~

Under the table, the three rats looked at the beautiful birds on their heads. They had never seen such beautiful birds.

Ron looked up, too.

He looked at the parrots with a little familiarity.

It seems that among the old man who likes to cast the Great Wall, there is a person who likes to keep parrots.

Ron still remembers his appearance, he is chubby and has a strong white buzz head. Every time he plays mahjong, he will hang a bird cage on the beam of the pavilion, with two or three small tiger skins inside.

"It's so bad~, it's so bad~"

Scream~

By the way, parrots, it seems that the tongue should be cut?

Above his head, a group of parrots looked at Ron, seemingly curious.

They stretched their necks and screamed, as if they were talking.

Touching his head, Ron thought for a while before suddenly remembering it.

The one who wants to cut his tongue is the starling, not the parrot.

Compared with the starlings, the parrot itself has a special structure of whiskers and tongues.

Like mice, people use vocal cords to make sounds. They mainly use gases rushing out of the lungs and then vibrate the vocal cords in the throat. At the same time, they adjust the shape of the vocal cords by controlling the muscles of the vocal cords, thereby emitting different tones and forming language.

Birds rely on the sound tube to make sounds. There is a sound membrane in the sound tube, as well as an airbag and an outer lip. Under the action of the sound muscle, the pressure and size of the airflow flowing through the sound tube are adjusted to make sounds.

Moreover, the parrot's tongue is also very developed, just like a human tongue, turning flexibly.

The tongue is fleshy, particularly smooth, thick and soft, with a slender moon-shaped front end.

With the combination of tongue and whispering tube, parrots can imitate human speech.

However, Ron also heard the fat old man who keeps parrots say that if you can cut off the hyoid bones of a parrot - the bird's tongue - which are different from those of a human, and have bones inside, or twist them every day to make the tongue more flexible, you can learn more.

And why do the group of parrots above their heads make a sound of rude?

Ron only thought of one possibility for the time being.

That is, this group of parrots was raised by the fat old man back then. After escaping from the cage, they did not die in the wild.

Instead, he adapted to the surrounding environment, survived well, and bred a large group of offspring.

Because they have been domesticated for a long time and because of the mahjong on the table below, the parrots that escaped would be fired and screamed in a blatant manner when they saw it, and their descendants learned it.

squeak.

That should be true ~

There is nothing to be afraid of in a group of budgies that are not as big as sparrows.

When the hair on his body loosened, Ron jumped off the table and met with his three rats.

When he saw Ron coming down, Dali and the others immediately surrounded him, looking up at the parrot above his head from time to time, squeaking.

Ron could hear the joy from it.

Scream~

I got it ~

You've never seen such a beautiful bird~

Ron also squeaked and mingled with his three rats.

…………

"It's so bad~, it's so bad~"

The black and shiny green peas eyes of the mouse and the red eyes of the budgies on the beams of the pavilions were right for a long time. The interest of the parrots also passed. They screamed and flew up again.

Flying behind the pavilion, in the middle of the atrium of the community, an area covered by crazy-growing flower vines.

Watching them leave, Ron also took Sanshi to prepare to continue his own exploration.

But watching the last budgie passing through the bushes, Ron suddenly thought.

squeak!

Follow these parrots to find food!

Moreover, these parrots were not flying high at all just now, and they just surpassed the top of the tree!

The food is not far away!

squeak!

Keep up ~

After giving orders to the three rats, Ron and Yimo ran away first~

There were familiar scenes in front of me. Although most of them were blocked by dead branches and leaves, or the leaves were blocked by them, Ron could vaguely see the shadow of the past.

The plant planting range in the community is gradually revealed from the depths of memory.

Scream~

The group of parrots flew over and seemed to have planted grapes.

With his eyes fixed on the birds above his head, Ron turned around and walked through the grass and finally saw them again.

Compared with other plants, grapes in the community are much better treated, with a large piece of grape trellis welded from steel pipes.

At this moment, Ron saw such a large area of ​​vines crawling on the steel pipe grape trellis.

This group of more than a dozen budgies fell on the vines, holding their claws firmly, hanging upside down, pecking at the delicious food with their curved mouths - dozens of purple-skinned grapes the size of little fingers were hung under the grape rack, covered with a layer of white frost, revealing an attractive luster.

Scream~

Sure enough ~

Ron's mouth began to roll.

After being frightened by the big catfish, my luck has improved all of a sudden.

Ripe grapes are full of sugar. In addition to eating them raw, they can also be dried into raisins or made into wine.

Of course, for Ron now, eating raw is the easiest way.

If you dry it into raisins, you have to wait until the rat mouths are more, and then consider it.

As for making wine, Ron can only throw it in outer space for the time being - unless wisdom enlightens it is super powerful and can allow mice to possess human intelligence, it is a fantasy to make wine.

Scream~

Go and eat ~

Delicious now, what do you want to do so much ~

Ron and the three rats flexibly climbed up the vines and hung upside down on the grape bunches like parrots.

Ron turned around and twisted a big black guy. Ron peeled and took a bite, so comfortable that he wanted to let go of his hind legs~
Chapter completed!