"You little stinky chick!" A shout startled the birds perched on the bamboo, causing them to fly off in all directions.
Luo Shimiao chased after Xiao Lü, holding up the poop in his hand: "Don't let me catch you, or this poop will go back to where it came from!"
[Haha, well done, Little Green!]
Xiao Lü's personality is increasingly resembling Miao Miao's, proving once again that one is influenced by one's company.
[I'm so envious. My two cockatiels aren't friendly at all. They act like mice around a cat when they see me. Sigh.]
[Little green thing, if you're scared, I'll fly over right now and bring you home in a sack.]
I've heard about this scheme even from abroad.
Little Green's dark eyes reflected the two wooden houses, one large and one small. Its eyes lit up, and it sped up to fly to the roof of the larger house.
"You can't catch me, you can't catch me." As if afraid Luo Shimiao wasn't angry enough, he even provoked her with his words.
Luo Shimiao pushed open the bamboo gate and ran into the courtyard. Her left hand slipped, and the painting tube she had been carrying under her arm fell to the ground with a thud.
"Don't get too cocky!" He took two steps at a time and rushed toward the wooden house, stepping on the wooden wall with his right foot to climb onto the roof.
The tiles made a clattering sound as they were stepped on.
Little Green uses its size to run to tricky places.
A chase between a man and a bird unfolded on the rooftop covered with blue tiles.
The photographer couldn't go up, so he could only stand below and take pictures.
The real-life version of "Tom and Jerry," Little Green, is just too cute!
She's undeniably cute, but she's also undeniably annoying.
The roof tiles were all trampled and broken; poor roof.
Why hasn't Master Huikong come out yet, despite all this commotion?
Just as the audience was wondering where Master Huikong had gone.
A voice filled with anger rang out from outside the door.
"My roof! Get down here!"
"Ouch!" Luo Shimiao was startled by the sudden sound, and lost control of her footing, stepping through the roof.
Huikong saw a familiar scene, the withered branch in his hand fell to the ground, and he raised his hand to pinch the philtrum.
"Um, um, I didn't mean to." Luo Shimiao awkwardly pulled her foot away and pointed at the little green dog standing not far away: "It's all its fault. It deliberately pooped on my hand and led me here."
"Ten years ago, you chased a pheasant and made a hole in my roof. Ten years later, you chased a bird and ruined my roof again! Tell me in advance what you want to chase next ten years!" Huikong said, patting his chest.
He's absolutely furious with this girl!!!
Luo Shimiao glared at Xiao Lü: "I'll settle the score with you later!" He jumped off the roof and came to the monk, bowing deeply.
"I'm sorry, I'll fix it."
Seeing her sincere apology, Huikong's anger subsided considerably.
He squatted down to pick up the scattered branches and said helplessly, "This old monk really can't understand why your mother, who is so outstanding, dignified and virtuous, would have such a daughter..." He glanced at Luo Shimiao and shook his head repeatedly.
Luo Shimiao touched his nose: "I look more like my dad."
"Don't put the blame on your dad. I've met him once. He's elegant in speech, well-mannered, and very polite."
"Yes, yes, yes." She squatted down to pick up firewood with him, unable to suppress the smile on her lips. It seemed that her father was creating a good image in public.
Thinking that he hadn't cleaned up the poop on his hand, he picked up a dead leaf from the ground and scraped the poop off his right palm.
[Master Huikong's single glance was enough to convey everything; Luo Shimiao was thoroughly disliked.]
[Congratulations to Luo Shimiao on winning the "Most Mischievous Female Celebrity of the Year" award.]
[Rooftop: What did I do wrong? Why do I have to experience the same pain twice?]
[Perhaps more than twice, Master Huikong should replace the corrugated steel roofing sheets; they're sturdier and less likely to break underfoot.]
The nickname "Pipi Luo" (皮皮洛) wasn't given lightly.
Little Green flew onto the painting tube: "Hey, don't forget there are things to pick up here too!"
"You still dare to show your face in front of me?" Luo Shimiao put the tidied firewood aside, propped himself up on his knees, and walked towards Xiao Lü.
Seeing this, Little Green quickly flew away, circled the courtyard once, and finally landed on Master Huikong's shoulder.
“As a monk, I am filled with compassion. Master, may I rest on your shoulder for a while?”
Master Huikong nodded with a smile in his eyes. He was amazed by the parrot's spirituality when he first saw it.
Seeing the starkly different attitudes, Luo Shimiao huffed in dissatisfaction.
"Old monk, you're being unfair! Why do you greet it with a smile but give me a cold shoulder?"
“Because it’s more polite and sensible than you.” Huikong raised a hand and touched her face: “My face is clearly warm.” She carried the firewood into the kitchen next to the main house.
Luo Shimiao was speechless at the monk's words. He took the painting tube and walked to the rocking chair in front of the wooden house, where he lay down.
"Alas, you have all been deceived by its appearance."
After a while, she looked at the monk who was walking over, got up from her chair, and threw the painting tube at him.
Huikong hurriedly reached out and caught it, asking in confusion, "This is...?"
“I apologize. Back then, I said I would make you a new calligraphy piece, but you said you didn’t need it, so I didn’t take it to heart. Now I think it was a bit inappropriate, so before I went up the mountain, I found an old man to write two pieces of calligraphy.”
"I hope you will accept my apology, otherwise I will have a guilty conscience in my next life."
The next life?
Huikong looked at her, both amused and exasperated, and said, "You should take it back; I can't accept it." With that, she handed the painting tube to her.
Luo Shimiao hung his hands, showing no intention of accepting: "It's not a bribe, it's an apology, so don't worry."
He shook his head again.
“Okay.” She took the two painting tubes, turned around, pushed open the door, and quickly walked into the wooden house. Before the monk could react, she took out the words from the painting tubes and hung them on the wall.
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