Chapter 20 Today is also a day to fool the golden finger (2 updates)

A ​​taxi stopped by the roadside, Wang Decai picked up the bird cage, "Xiao An, do Uncle Wang a favor and bury it in the park. I can't stand this."

As he said, tears welled up in the eyes of the 50-year-old man.

Sang Yian saw an emerald green parrot lying limply at the bottom of the cage.

Well, it turned out that the parrot he raised was dying, not his real son.

What could Sang Yian do?

He could only agree.

Wang Decai was going to the airport, the taxi turned and disappeared on the street, running into the distance.

Another old man left this place.

Sang Yian just watched quietly.

The streets here are not wide, and the houses are standing opposite each other on both sides of the street. There are black electric poles standing on the roadside, and various wires are intertwined in the air. Some wires even have freshly washed clothes hanging on them.

On some wires, a few sparrows are sitting, quietly watching the pedestrians and cars passing by.

Under the sycamore tree in the distance, a few children are chasing each other, and bursts of laughter can be heard.

There is an old man with gray hair sitting on a bamboo chair under the tree, looking at the end of the street, I wonder if he is waiting for the return of the traveler.

I don't know which store is playing the old songs from the 1980s and 1990s:

"Looking back, the clouds block the way home; looking back, the thorns are dense. Tonight, there will be no more old dreams that are hard to let go. The dreams I once had with you, who can I tell in the future..."

Here, new people move in every day, and people leave every day.

Some people move in happily, looking forward to taking root in this city.

Some people can't wait to escape, running to the more spacious, bright, and affluent places they yearn for.

Only the old houses on both sides of the road and the sturdy sycamore tree remain unchanged, no matter who comes or goes.

This is just a small corner of Ancheng, but Sang Yian likes it very much.

She carried the bird cage and returned to the supermarket.

Shengmen was already impatient, and as soon as she saw Sang Yian, she began to scold angrily.

[Do you still have the spirit of the contract? You agreed to let me live in your body. Now that the time has come, why are you hesitating?]

Sang Yian was not afraid at all. She rubbed her ears with one hand and said calmly, "Speak a little quieter, my ears hurt."

Shengmen: [……]

Shengmen became even angrier, like a gunpowder barrel, ready to explode.

[You must give me an explanation!!! The living formation must be completed today!]

Sang Yian sat down on the swivel chair at the cashier counter. She pointed at the dead parrot and smiled, "Finish it. This is the body I found for you."

Shengmen looked at the emerald green parrot and was stunned.

Then he roared even louder: [You! Are! You! Kidding! ... 】

Sang Yian stretched out her little finger and dug her ears that were buzzing from the vibration.

Feeling its anger, she immediately soothed it, "Calm down, calm down! You're already thousands of years old, why are you so impulsive and irritable?"

The figure of the old man with a white beard appeared above the side door again, and he was so angry that he was gasping for breath, [I'm talking about living on you, not a bird! How can a man go back on his word? 】

Sang Yian blinked innocently, "I never agreed to let you live on me. Think about it carefully. Did I clearly say that I wanted you to live on me?"

[But when I asked you if you agreed, you directly put forward conditions and asked me to help. 】

"Look, from the beginning to the end, I never said that I would allow you to live on me." Sang Yian said seriously.

The old man with white beard was so angry that he wanted to kick her out of the supermarket, this treacherous host.

It was so angry that it shouted, "What conditions do you have to tell me if I don't agree?"

"Although you can't live in my body, I can still fulfill your wishes." Sang Yian pointed at the dead parrot and began to make up nonsense.

"If you live in my body, then at most you can only enjoy what I eat. If you come across something you are particularly interested in and want to eat, but it happens to be something I don't like, then you can't eat it? You will still be restricted by me and have no freedom at all."

"Look, if you live in this parrot, you can not only enjoy delicious food, but also enjoy it without any restrictions, as you please."

The old man with white beard thought for a while, "It seems to make sense.

Sang Yian continued to fool him, "There is one more thing. If you live in me, then at most you can go wherever I go, and I am a homebody. You can't appreciate the big world outside." "But if you live in this parrot, the parrot can fly, and you can roam freely in the vast world outside! Go wherever you want, how great!" The old man with white beard's eyes lit up, and he was so excited .

It

's really good! 】

This is not the end yet, Sang Yian said, "And the most important point is that parrots can talk. In the past tens of thousands of years, besides talking to your host and talking to customers from other worlds, who else have you communicated with?"

"If you live in my body, wouldn't your life be exactly the same as you have in the past tens of thousands of years? Aren't you bored? There must be some changes in your life."

"After you live in the body of a parrot, you will never feel lonely again. You can chat with whoever you want, no matter if it's a bird or a human."

The old man with white beard was very excited. There was no trace of his anger just now. [Good parrot! Good parrot! I'll choose the parrot! 】

When Sang Yian saw that it was almost done, he sighed immediately, looking aggrieved, "Old Master, I've been so worried about you, but you actually misunderstood me as a traitor. I'm really sad!"

The old man with white beard felt a little guilty, "It's my fault."

Sang Yian immediately took advantage of the situation, "Then do you have to compensate me?"

The old man with white beard nodded repeatedly without any defense, "You should, you should."

Sang Yian was delighted and immediately began to complain, "Look, I need to replenish the goods every day, and I have to stay up late at night to receive customers from other worlds. I'm really too busy to handle it alone."

The old man with white beard waved his hand, [This is easy, leave it to me! I will help you to stock and replenish the goods in the future. ]

The eyes of the little man in Sang Yian's mind were shining with bright stars, and she clenched her fist with one hand: yes!

Goal achieved!

After the supermarket cleaner, Shengmen became a stock clerk in the supermarket.

In this way, she only needs to be responsible for the checkout.

Sang Yian looked at the little parrot in the cage, and when Shengmen could speak, the cashier...

Looking at the sudden smile on her face, the old man with white beard frowned, and always felt that something was wrong.