The old calendar on the wall shows: July 14, 2013.

Since the parrot spitted out a syllable in the dark night - "dirty", he has never opened his mouth again. Lao Zhang is increasingly suspicious that he was dreaming that night.

dirty?

Does it think the cage is dirty?

Early that morning, Lao Zhang cleaned the two small flower bowls in the cage, refilled rice and water, and replaced the fine sand...

After he finished it, he felt ridiculous.

Parrots can only learn to learn the tongue, but do not understand the meaning of language, and are even more unlikely to express their thoughts in language.

He did not give up and continued to teach it to speak-

"Hello."

“…”

"goodbye."

“…”

My wife was responsible for buying breakfast after changing her. My wife likes to eat meat, and Lao Zhang is not used to greasy food in the morning, so the two of them often quarrel about this.

The old calendar on the wall shows: July 16, 2013.

Parrots hardly eat much.

Lao Zhang no longer expects it to be smart. The reason why he is still feeding it is because it is a creature and cannot starve it to death.

That morning, when Lao Zhang changed the water, it stared at Lao Zhang blankly and suddenly sneezes. Its expression was as cute as a human. It immediately corrected its posture and continued to look at Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang approached it and found that a sticky slurry flowed out of its nostrils and corners of its eyes, its feathers swelled violently, and its breathing became a little rapid.

Lao Zhang cleaned the secretions in his nostrils and corners of his eyes, took medicine, and added some glucose to the small flower bowl.

That night, Lao Zhang suddenly woke up in his dream again.

In the darkness, he heard another strange voice: "Hey?...hey?..."

He got up and walked out, and suddenly turned on the light. The parrot seemed to be frightened, shook for a moment, and his eyes shot straight at Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang walked over and asked in a low voice: "What were you talking about just now?"

The parrot stared at him without blinking or saying a word.

The old calendar on the wall shows: July 18, 2013.

The hair on the parrot's abdomen began to fall off, and the bare and reddish skin was ugly. It did not peck on the hair, it should have suffered from feather deprivation.

Lao Zhang had some experience, and he judged that it lacked protein. The main substance of feathers is protein. So he added eggs, insects, fish and shrimp to its food.

However, after a few days, it not only did not improve, but its condition worsened, and the hair on the head, back and tail began to fall down.

That night, it was midnight again, and Lao Zhang woke up again.

He heard the strange sound again, and it was right in his ears!

Lao Zhang slowly stretched out his hand and immediately touched a hairy thing. He turned on the light in a hurry and saw the parrot standing on his pillow, staring at him with his eyes straight. He even smelled the fishy smell on it.

It's true, it's just that it's talking!

Lao Zhang also stared at it, unable to understand it. How could it fly to the bed with a chain locked on its feet?

My wife woke up too. She turned over and saw the parrot. She said dissatisfiedly: "Hate, why did you get it on the bed!"

Lao Zhang ignored her and he whispered to the parrot: "What did you say just now?"

The parrot seemed to think about it, and moved his beak and finally made a sound: "Wow, wet, dirty, dimensional!"

My wife said, "Pick it back into the cage quickly and don't pull it onto the pillow!"

Lao Zhang looked at his wife, stared at the parrot again, and said nervously: "I said you don't be afraid..."

My wife sat up and said, "What's wrong?"

Old Zhang still stared at the parrot and said, "It seems to be saying that he is Zhang Hui..."
Chapter completed!