Dalang shook his head:

"Yuan gave me this grass ring, and it likes to use it as a nest.

It stayed on my head for quite a while today. When I saw it leave, I thought it would never come back, but I didn’t expect it to come back.”

Liu Lang poked it carefully. Its fluff was soft and its feathers were smooth. It was a little fat chick.

So cute, he doesn't get angry even when being poked.

The little sparrow tilted its head to look at the human cub with black, red and purple spots on its face, and suddenly remembered something.

It flew quickly to the door, chirped, then flew back to Dalang, stepped on his head, and jumped and chirped.

Wu Lang said a little disappointedly: "Does it want to leave?"

Jiro and Rokuro were also a little disappointed.

Dalang opened the door silently, and the little sparrow on his head flew out. Dalang saw that it seemed to have flown to the roof, so he chased out to look at it.

But he saw the little sparrow flew down again with a small red flower in its mouth, jumped back onto his head, chirping and jumping. Dalang figured out the trick and carried it back to the house.

Sure enough, the bird flew back to the grass ring, put the flower on the grass ring, and then nestled down again, contentedly.

The brothers were surprised to see it come back.

Liu Lang said happily: "It won't leave, can we keep it?"

The three of them laughed and all looked at Dalang.

Dalang was silent for a while.

"Mom, I don't think she would agree to let us raise the baby unless my sister likes it."

Jilang noticed something and said hesitantly to his two younger brothers.

Wulang and Liulang shuddered, thinking of how their mother looked today, and suddenly they lost all their thoughts.

It's just hard to hide the disappointment and love.

“It seems to like Big Brother very much…

It's not afraid of people and will jump onto Big Brother's head. If we raise one, maybe one day it will jump onto my head too, and I can take it out to play."

Liu Lang looked at the little sparrow with longing and couldn't help but imagine the scene.

Wu Lang said, "If Fu Bao likes it, we should be able to keep it."

But...can Fubao let them play with it?

Fubao never allowed them to play with other friends, and only allowed them to stay with him every time...

No one can touch the things Fubao likes, but he will give them the leftovers from playing with them...

It should be... because I value them.

The family valued it, wasn't it what they fought so hard for? How could they not cherish it just because of a bird?

Besides, their mother no longer likes them, and they can’t afford to lose any of their remaining brothers, father, and Fubao.

Perhaps people with obsessions can always control and utilize things better. Wulang and Liulang's thoughts of resisting Fubao were fleeting.

We even excitedly discussed asking our sister tomorrow if she likes birds.

Erlang felt suffocated after listening to his two younger brothers, and those rebellious thoughts popped up again.

The little sparrow had no idea what these people were thinking. It just tidied up its feathers, put its head down, and fell asleep in a ball.

Dalang was silent for a long time, until everyone was ready to go to bed, then he spoke:

"We won't give it to Fubao. We'll raise it secretly and let it out during the day. It should come back at night when it's tired. We'll also prepare some grain."

Wulang and Liulang opened their mouths, their hearts pounding, a little afraid, and then they heard themselves say happily:

"good!"

Erlang also breathed a sigh of relief: "Every time I cook, I steal a little millet. It shouldn't eat too much and won't be discovered."

Wu Lang also said: "If we see grass seeds and flying insects outside, we can bring them back for it to eat."

Seeing that everyone was in such high spirits, Dalang smiled a little and started talking more:

"I will weave a few more grass nests and put them in the house tomorrow, and secretly open the window or door a crack during the day, so that it can come in even when we are not around.

Mother won’t come to our house and find it.”

Everyone felt relieved. Mom didn't care about this originally sad thing, and now it became a rare good thing.

Liu Lang happily suggested: "Let's give it a name!"

Then he looked at Dalang and said, "Brother, it likes you, come and get it!"

Erlang and Wulang had no objection. Although everyone decided to raise it together, it came to find the eldest brother after all, so the name should be given by the eldest brother.

The little sparrow seemed to sense someone mentioning it, and chirped in a daze.

Dalang looked at the little bird carefully. It looked a bit like a sparrow, but its face and belly were white, and its tail hair was a little longer.

It is fatter than other sparrows. Its small size is almost as round as a ball, and it loves to chirp.

"Why not call me little Fatty?"

The little sparrow chirped again when it heard someone talking, and then fell into a complete sleep.

“It likes this name!”

Wulang and Liulang's eyes were shining, and they kept barking around it.

Perhaps because it was annoyed, the little fat bird turned around dissatisfiedly and pointed its tail at them.

He woke up angrily and went back to sleep, which looked both funny and cute.

Everyone happily climbed onto the kang and slept with the fat little bird.

When Dalang was about to fall into a daze, he scratched his head:

Seems like I forgot something?

Dalang thought about it and sat up, then covered the little fat bird with a corner of his clothes. The little bird did not refuse and fell asleep happily.

He was surrounded by a circle of grass, with a warm blanket beneath his body, and human cubs emitting heat on both sides.

The little fat bird is very satisfied with this new nest.

Dalang touched it gently, a smile appeared on his face, and he lay down and fell asleep soundly.

The four brothers in the room had a rare good dream.

In the big house, Fubao was sobbing and huddled in Xiao Yang's room, unable to stop feeling wronged:

"Where are the people? Where are the people!

Why don’t my brother and the others come to see me? I’m so sad that they don’t come. Do they not like me anymore? "

A look of anger appeared on Xiao Yang's face.

Fu Erbai was already fully alert, and said cautiously:

"It's so late, maybe he was asleep and didn't hear it, otherwise he would have come here a long time ago."

This is possible, but anger still rose in Xiao Yang's eyes. She glared fiercely in the direction of Dalang's house and cursed:

"What a bunch of brats, none of them have a good heart. Their sister is crying like this, but one or two of them can still sleep. What kind of conscienceless bastards are they!"

He comforted Fubao and said:

"Don't be sad, Bao'er! We don't care about their likes.

My baby must be happy, have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, be safe and wealthy, don’t have to do any work, don’t have to worry about anything, no one can bully you, everyone likes you and loves you…”

Little Yang kept chattering while hugging Fubao, her eyes dim, as if she was expressing her expectations for Fubao, or more like she was talking about someone's beautiful dream.

Fubao felt sleepy while listening, yawned and fell asleep, thinking to herself that she should work harder tomorrow to make those people like her more.

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