Free Wilderness 04
The young bird in its sleep naturally had no idea what kind of inner struggle its mother was going through.
In his dream, he was chasing after sweet nectar and eating it. It was as if the nectar had grown legs and kept running forward. He finally took a few bites and watched the nectar getting farther and farther away from him until he could no longer eat it. He woke up in anger.
The young bird under the small animal skin blanket sat up with a somersault, and the sparse hair on its head stood up straight, as if it was furious.
The young bird sat there blankly for a while, and gradually could not remember the contents of its dream. The feathers on its body slowly fell off.
The sky darkened, the sun set, and things gradually became quiet.
There was no light or candles, and torches for lighting took a long time to make, so people along the river basin had to start and end their days very early, working from sunrise to sunset.
Under the ancient tree.
A temporary stone house was built here.
Xiaohong, who was conscripted into the army, was making medicine by burning a fire outside the stone house. A faint smoke and the aroma of medicine filled the air. Guhuo Bird was watching the stone records given to her by the owl and directing Xiaohong in what order to put the herbs.
She didn't know that her baby had woken up.
The young bird turned out from under the animal skin. He was very brave and his biological instinct made him start to patrol his territory.
The young bird sniffed around and smelled the familiar scent of the Guhuo bird—the same scent it had been smelling for the past two days. Then it proudly walked around, flapping its wings to give itself a boost.
The bird's nest was also covered with animal skins because the original nest was made of soft grass and branches. The baby bird's entire body was only the length of a thumb and could easily get stuck in the gaps between the grass and branches.
But obviously, even with animal skins spread out, it was still very difficult for him to patrol the territory.
The hair on the animal skin was too long, and the young bird stumbled over it with its two slender claws.
Every time he tripped, he stopped and kicked a few times. Finally, when he was on a downhill slope, he lost control of his body, fell on his face, and slid forward a distance of a palm.
"……grumble."
The bird's beak was stuck in the hide.
The young bird struggled for a long time before it pulled its face out, and its wings accidentally touched its back.
The bird cub paused.
He hesitated and tentatively touched his back again. The small area where the Guhuo bird had accidentally smoothed out the hair was particularly noticeable.
Ning Ren was struck by lightning.
No more hair!
The diminished mind gave him a feedback equation.
No hair = bald = ugly.
Who is ugly?
He is ugly.
The young bird cried loudly: "Chi——!"
The Guhuo Bird, who was watching Xiaohong cooking medicine below, heard the sudden shout and shuddered all over. His nonchalant and relaxed look disappeared completely.
She quickly spat out the nut shell in her mouth, spread her wings and flew up.
"Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here——"
The nutshell hit Xiaohong on the forehead. Xiaohong: “???”
He looked up blankly, watching the huge, gorgeous purple-green bird fly up to the nest and slowly become smaller and smaller. Its cautious posture could make all those who had been taken in and protected by his ancestor drop their jaws in shock.
The young bird rolled over and cried, kicked its feet, flapped its little wings, and chirped.
Guhuo Bird: "What's wrong, baby? What's wrong?"
She lowered her head and fiddled with the cub's body, "Mommy is here."
She looked at her baby's flat belly and wondered if he was hungry.
The young bird looked particularly sad. Hearing the familiar voice, he turned around to let the Guhuo bird notice his back, then pointed at the bald spot with his wings, "Chi! Chichichi--"
The ups and downs of the sound sounded like it was accusing something.
Guhuo Bird: “…”
Looking at the traces of her crime, she looked away guiltily.
She swore that she really just wanted to smooth the cub's fur at first, but she didn't expect that the newborn white fur could not withstand being smoothed, and she directly bit off a piece of it.
However, how can such a young kid know what is beautiful and what is ugly?
A hint of doubt flashed through Guhuo Bird's mind, and then she was certain that her cub was indeed a genius!
"It's okay, it will grow back."
She assured him, "We take medicine and black nutrients, and our hair grows really fast!"
The baby bird couldn't understand a word of it. It only knew that it needed to grow some down on its back to look pretty. The young bird began to roll over again, standing up after each roll and pointing at its back. This happened five or six times.
The Guhuo bird was tired of watching, but the young bird was still persistent, and the feathers on its body began to stand up again. Its breathing gradually became rapid, and it was about to suffocate. It was so angry at its own ugly appearance.
Guhuo Bird: “!!!”
"Okay, okay, grow! Mommy will make it grow right away! Don't cry, breathe, breathe!"
The Guhuo bird thought quickly and scratched its feathers with its claws. It painfully pulled out a few soft feathers from the inside of its soft belly. It used its mental power to remove the softest tips of the feathers and stuck them on the bald back of the young bird.
It felt different all of a sudden.
The baby bird gradually stopped making noise, tilted its head, and touched its back with its little wings again.
Ah! Got it!
Finally happy, the young bird turned around in a circle, fluttered its wings happily, found the wings of the Guhuo bird, and gently bumped its head against it: "Chi."
Indicates closeness.
Guhuo Bird wiped his sweat heavily.
Finally coaxed him into submission.
Actually...it's quite easy to coax.
After all, she was the one who caused her son's bald back, cough.
Little Red made a trumpet shape with her hands and shouted, "Grandma! The medicine is ready! Bring Uncle down to take it!"
“Here it comes!”
This time, the Guhuo bird didn't dare to pick up the baby bird with her beak or claws. She turned into a human form, held the baby bird in her palm, and took it away.
The stone house under the ancient tree was newly built. Ning Ren's body needed to be recuperated for half a month, so Xiaohong lived here these days to help boil medicine.
Xiaohong's full name is Hongyang because he was born when the sun was at its reddest.
At that time, everyone named their children casually, and only the larger tribes, which were more particular, would put the mother's surname before the child's name.
Hongyang: "Uncle, do you want to eat first? Did the owl witch doctor say whether to take medicine or eat first?"
Guhuo Bird placed the young bird on the stone table and said, "Eat first. Take out the medicine and let it cool down. You stay and watch over your uncle. I'll go get the food."
"Okay."
Hongyang quickly poured the medicine into the wooden bowl.
Then he lay down beside the stone table, sizing up his uncle, who was much older than him. Well… he could only watch, not quite move. As he watched, the young man couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha, why are uncle's furs all different colors?"
When the young bird is born, its feathers are white, but the patch on its back is light purple. Originally, the white and purple should be harmonious and beautiful together, but the young bird now has not much feathers on its body, and they grow sloppily. The suddenly thick purple patch on its back makes the rest of its body look even balder.
Ning Ren's mind raced. Although he couldn't see or hear anything, he felt that the laughter was directed at him.
The young bird shook its body and spread its little wings to show off its beautiful feathers.
Among the young birds, this means to praise.
Hong Yang's eyes curved: "Uncle is very cute."
The Guhuo bird brought over three small bowls and placed them on the stone table. One bowl contained a few small silkworms, and the other bowl contained a small amount of nectar mixed with chopped nuts and milk.
Today's staple food is silkworms.
The third small bowl is for drinking medicine.
Guhuo Bird: "Come, let's eat."
She pulled the cub over, picked up a silkworm, and asked the cub to open its mouth wide.
The silkworm twisted and turned, and the soft touch of the living creature made Ning Ren subconsciously resist. He closed his mouth tightly and refused to open it.
"This is meat. Babies who don't eat meat won't grow up!"
Night Heron was a little anxious.
The Guhuo Bird tribe is not a vegetarian race. They are at the top of the food chain and will eat anything that is alive and non-toxic.
When she was a child and her mental strength was not strong, she would eat fruits to fill her stomach, but she would be very happy every time she hunted a large carnivore, because the meat was the most filling and could make her strong quickly.
Guhuo Bird: "Take one bite, and you'll know how delicious it is."
The baby bird turned its head to the side.
Guhuo Bird: “…”
She took out the nectar and put it in the young bird's mouth.
Only after smelling the sweet taste did Ning Ren open his mouth. The Guhuo Bird quickly stuffed the silkworm into the baby's mouth.
"grumble!"
"Pooh!"
The young bird's feathers stood up, and it shook its head wildly, throwing the silkworm onto the Guhuo bird's forehead. He stamped his feet in anger and kept making "Puh-Puh" sounds, as if his mouth was dirty.
After saying "Pah", seeing that the baby bird was about to cry again, the Guhuo bird poked nectar into the front of the baby bird's beak.
The crying sound died in the womb, Ning Ren buried his head in the small bowl and started eating.
The bird looked worriedly at the crystal-clear silkworms in another bowl. If it didn't eat them, they would turn into butterflies.
Hong Yang suggested quietly, "How about cutting up the silkworms and mixing them in the nectar?"
The eyes of the Guhuo bird lit up.
She raised her fingers and several silkworms flew up. They were crushed in a closed sphere of mental power, becoming translucent juice, which was poured into the small wooden bowl where the young bird was eating.
The young bird smacked its lips as it ate the silkworm juice. The soft, plump meat and juice were much more delicious than nectar. Its wings fluttered unconsciously, speeding up its eating. It seemed to be enjoying the meal very much.
"Sure, Xiaohong."
Guhuo Bird was surprised, "Just change the way you eat it."
Hong Yang laughed out loud: "Uncle is a bit picky about food."
The food the young birds ate was so delicious that the night heron also brought some nuts to crack.
After he finished eating and rested for about fifteen minutes, Guhuo Bird started to force medicine into his mouth. There was no other way, the medicine was too bitter and the cub refused to drink it, so she had to force it down his throat.
"Good boy, take your medicine, you'll get better..."
“Chi! Chichichichi—!”
The young bird's face was covered with snot and tears, and it flapped its wings extremely vigorously. Just this one time, the pronunciation of the words "take medicine" was deeply impressed on it.
The bird was sweating profusely after drinking this small amount of medicine. It had to be careful not to choke the young bird and also be careful not to spit out the medicine.
Giving medicine is like fighting.
Hongyang's heart was beating unsteadily as he watched from the side. He had seen his ancestor frown several times and was really afraid that the Guhuo Bird would lose its patience and throw his uncle out.
Finally, after drinking the last sip of the medicine, the young bird's feathers were all wet. It collapsed in the palm of the Guhuo Bird, crying in grievance and hiccuping.
Guhuo Bird was extremely worried: "Don't cry, don't cry."
She ran her fingertips down the baby bird's back to relieve the air, and then there was a ripping sound, and the feathers that had just been stuck to its back were pulled off by her.
Guhuo Bird: “…”
Hong Yang: “…”
The young bird, still immersed in its grievances, was completely unaware. It rolled over, crying and chirping to the Guhuo bird.
Hong Yang: “…Puff.”
The Guhuo bird glanced at him.
Hongyang quickly covered his mouth.
Guhuo Bird carefully glued her cub back together and patted its head. "Okay, okay, next time we won't eat it. We'll soak it! Mommy will go find the owl tomorrow, okay?"
Although he couldn't understand what was being said, he could feel that the tone was very friendly. Ning Ren's accusing voice became much softer, and he bit the fingers that were holding the Guhuo Bird.
"Good boy."
She thought as she flew towards the nest with the baby bird in her arms.
It’s time to make a piece of clothing for the baby that can cover her back. Otherwise, it’s not good for her skin because it’s always stuck to her feathers.
The red sun below looked at the sun that had already set, stretched, and returned to his temporary stone house.
The night wind carries the wet moisture of the river. The dry season is about to pass and the rainy season is about to come.
late at night.
The big head of the Guhuo bird was resting on the edge of the nest, and the shaking feathers revealed a sense of despair. She was so sleepy that she could not open her eyes.
But the kid's eyes were like the stars in the sky, and they were still open.
Guhuo Bird: "Woo woo, why aren't you sleeping yet?"
The young bird tilted its head, thinking that its mother, who had been silent for a long time, wanted to play with it, so it jumped up and down, "Chi?"
grumble?
If you keep asking, she will send it!
Guhuo Bird poked its cub's head tiredly and smiled kindly.
"Wait, if I let you sleep during the day tomorrow, I will take your last name from your mother."
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