The bird is grayish-black, a bit like a shaved black pheasant, weird and ugly.

The size of a palm, with a big head and a small body, he couldn't even stand up, and he was paralyzed on the windowsill with two small meat wings, so fragile that he could roll up several times as if a gust of wind was blowing.

Mu Zi felt pitiful and picked it up and held it in the palm of her hand.

"It's hard for such a small bird to live without a mother bird, so I'll go to the garden and take a look at it, and if I can find a nest, I'll put it back." She said.

Bai Wei was also overflowing with sympathy, "Poor little guy, you must be hungry, let's feed some water first." ”

The two fed the bird water, then found a makeshift lunch box, spread cotton cloth, and put the bird in.

Murong Cheng was watching the snake in the living room, and when Bai Wei saw him, she said, "Rong Cheng, accompany your sister to the garden to find a bird's nest, there is a fledgling on her windowsill, and it was brought in by a wild cat, which is really pitiful." ”

Mu Zi has no opinion.

First, Murong Cheng helped her slap Qiao Jingjia today.

Second, Murong Cheng didn't play hooligan today.

Third, if you really find a bird's nest, it is more convenient to have a man to help you go up and down the tree.

To sum up, Mu Zi and Murong Cheng went out together.

The Mu family's garden is large, with artificial lakes and forests, which indeed attract some birds to nest here.

But now that the breeding period has passed, birds are creatures that only build nests during the breeding season, and usually fly with them and have no fixed residence.

Mu Zi found two abandoned empty nests and was a little deflated.

When she walked to the lake, Mu Zi saw two cross-necked mandarin ducks in the lotus leaf bush, and her heart moved.

"Could it be a little mandarin duck?" Mu Zi muttered to herself, looking down at the chicks in the lunch box.

She didn't know much about birds, and she couldn't tell what kind of fledgling it was.

However, the Mu family raised mandarin ducks, so the big trees by the lake were placed in artificial nests, maybe this chick was originally in an artificial nest? This is a good possibility.

Mu Zi walked to the artificial nest with the lunch box in her arms, and said softly: "Grow up quickly, little mandarin duck, if you find the other half in the future, you can grow old together......"

The mandarin duck is a symbol of eternal love.

Murong Cheng beside her listened and chuckled.

Mu Ziban asked him with a small face, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Laugh at you, silly sister." Murong Cheng raised his hand and rubbed her head, "The mandarin duck is just an animal with a temporary mate, and it is not a white-headed old age at all." After the breeding period ends, males remarry, females remarry, and the spouses vary from year to year. Even during the breeding season, male mandarin ducks may pick up flowers and grass. ”

He glanced at the villa in front of him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "It's like Mu Zening, who is still restless when he is married, and it is very appropriate to describe him as a male mandarin duck, which seems to be dedicated, but in fact, ...... Scold. ”

Murong Cheng was happy to smear Mu Zening in front of her, although this approach was a little naïve.

Mu Zi frowned, mentioning Mu Zening, she was not happy in her heart.

It's like an honor student who occasionally fails the exam once, but is repeatedly mentioned by others, which feels very heartbreaking!

Forget it, don't think about it! Who hasn't met a few scumbags in their life?

Mu Zi self-explanatory.

Murong Cheng said again: "Moreover, the mandarin duck has flippers, look at its claws." ”

Mu Zi gently held the bird in her hand to distinguish it, its claws were slender and long, the roots were distinct, and there were no flippers......

She was stumped, "So what to do?" Such a small bird, without the care of the mother bird, will die. ”

"Keep it." Murong Cheng said slowly, "If you don't want to raise it, you can give it to me." ”

Mu Zihu looked at him suspiciously, "Do you know how to raise birds?" ”

Murong Cheng's smile was a little evil, "I won't, but I can feed Sisi, although it's a little small and can't fill my stomach, it's barely an appetizer." ”

Mu Zi picked up the bird and turned around and left!

She shouldn't have expectations for people like Murong Cheng!