Long Jiale

Those were four snow-white pigeons. Some of them were flying around the little fox, and some were staying around the little fox. They are so sensitive that their little paws can't touch them at all.

However, Shen Zhoucheng could feel that these little guys were having fun together, and his silly fox had a big heart, didn't grow a single wing, and couldn't swim, but he had unlimited courage to play on the river bank. Dare to stand on the windowsill on the second floor and play with birds.

If you stumble and roll down, it is a real fox cake.

Panda Gun Gun with a fat butt is not as skinny as it is.

Unable to catch the pigeons, the little fox uttered several fox calls intermittently, and the four pigeons flying around it also cooed around the little fox as if chanting scriptures. The cooing of the annoying fox was so annoying.

Stretch out its little paws, stand on the window sill, and catch the pigeons hovering in the air while jumping. The fox running on the window sill is no different from a person walking a tightrope. For a moment, before it was happy, the whole fox tilted its foot on the window sill, turning over and about to roll down.

Shen Zhoucheng walked over and immediately decided to catch the fox.

"I really don't know whether to call you skin or remember to eat and not beat. I really won't be here one day, and I will smash you into fox cakes carefully."

The little fox climbed onto his shoulders, looked down at the group of pigeons, bared his teeth and howled, and the pigeons refused to admit defeat at all, coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo coo

The little fox screamed again.

The pigeons continued to coo and coo.

……

After being tired of screaming, the little fox rolled down from Shen Zhoucheng's shoulders and spread out into a fox pancake to rest in Shen Zhoucheng's arms.

And the group of snow-white pigeons, like specially trained soldiers, lined up on the windowsill one by one. The distance between the four pigeons is the same, and their body size is also the same. Obviously, they must have been trained by someone. pigeons.

Shen Zhou sincerely thought that no one seemed to keep pigeons here, and where did these four pigeons come from?

He hugged the little fox and approached the four pigeons. The pigeons felt his approach and seemed not afraid of people. They still stood on the window sill and did not fly away. Shen Zhoucheng went to find some rice grains and water to feed them.

The four little pigeons pecked at the window sill to eat, drank water, cooed happily, and rubbed their small heads against Shen Zhoucheng's hand, as if they were very friendly. A bold and fearless pigeon.

Shen Zhoucheng froze, afraid that the little fox would be jealous again when he saw the behavior of the group of snow-white pigeons, but when he looked down at the little white fox, the other party didn't seem to be angry, but looked at the group of pigeons curiously.

Its little paws also want to touch the pigeons.

Obviously, the little wood turtle fox is very interested in this group of flying snow-white Gugu chickens.

Shen Zhoucheng pinched its little paw and let it touch the heads of the pigeons after failing to chase them. After the little foxes touched their heads one by one, their small eyes became brighter.

It may be that people are soft-hearted and short-tempered, the pigeons that ate his food were almost allowed to be petted by foxes, and they did not fly away.

"This should be a pigeon raised by someone else. Could it be that it got lost?" Shen Zhoucheng picked up the fattest pigeon among them, and found that there was actually a small silver circular circle under their paws, with a string of numbers on it .

He counted the numbers on it, there are eleven numbers in total, which is probably the phone number of their owner.

Shen Zhoucheng took out his mobile phone and dialed the owner of the string of phone numbers.

"Hello?"

"It's like this. I found four lost pigeons on the windowsill of my house. I found your phone number on their ankle rings, so I called. Do you want to come and pick up these pigeons?"

"Address? This is Qingquan, Guping County, Yongnan City..."

"What?—Let me keep the stew?"

Shen Zhoucheng hung up the phone speechlessly. The pigeon owner over there was very relaxed about the loss of the pigeon, as if it was not a major matter. After asking Shen Zhoucheng's address, he directly said that the pigeon was given to You make soup.

The words of their masters express one meaning throughout:

As a carrier pigeon, I can't even find a home, and even get lost to the next city. This kind of garbage carrier pigeon, it is a waste of food to take it back, it is better to kill the stew.

Shen Zhoucheng put away his mobile phone, hugged the tired and paralyzed little fox in his arms, and looked at the four energetic carrier pigeons again. It turned out that these four pigeons were actually miraculous pigeons that even gave their masters.

No wonder there is the word "release pigeons", it is estimated that the pigeons released will not come back.

However, their owners did have high demands on these pigeons. If the little fox got lost and went to the next city, Shen Zhoucheng would still be willing to pick it up.

"Listen, the owner of the pigeons is very strict with them, and you, a little fox, only know how to eat, and you can't send letters. It's very kind of you that I didn't stew you into fox soup."

As soon as the little fox heard this, he immediately revived from the state of the fox cake, jumped onto Shen Zhoucheng's shoulder, patted his cheek several times, and made several loud fox calls.

Shen Zhoucheng, who is at the fourth level of Fox Language, automatically translated its words, "If you are nice to me, I will give the chicken, and I will eat the chicken at night."

Shen Zhoucheng grabbed the little paw of this little broken fox that wanted chicken to eat, "Okay, let's eat chicken tonight."

The little fox felt that he had lost 28 chickens, and these days he has been arguing that he wants to eat back the lost 28 chickens.

Although the owner of the pigeons asked Shen Zhoucheng to stew them into soup, Shen Zhoucheng had no intention of doing so. After feeding the four pigeons, he took the little fox and left. Those pigeons called a few times.

Shen Zhoucheng pinched its small ears, "Do you want to become a pigeon too?"

The little fox lying on his shoulders rubbed against his cheeks, its two little paws flew like pigeon wings, and its two little hind legs stood tremblingly on his shoulders. Shen Zhoucheng was worried about it alone. Fall headlong.

"Okay, okay, stop acting, let's go back, grandma said that the meal is ready, there is no chicken for lunch, and I will take you up the mountain in the afternoon?"

After hearing his explanation, the little fox licked his paw with great satisfaction.

When Shen Zhoucheng was walking home with the little fox, he suddenly found that the four pigeons were following him. Wherever Shen Zhoucheng went, they flew there, as if he believed that he would not let go.

He brought a bunch of pigeons back, and Grandma Shen who was standing by the well was surprised when she saw those white pigeons, "How many pigeons did you go out and buy?"

Shen Zhoucheng: "Grandma, do you think if I buy pigeons, they will follow me home so obediently?"

Grandma Shen: "Could it be possible that the pigeon you picked up can follow you home so obediently?"

"Grandma, you're right, these are the pigeons you picked up." Shen Zhoucheng told Grandma Shen about the lost pigeons, saying that the owner of the pigeons didn't want them, and asked him to keep the stew for drinking.

"Hey, you're worth a few pigeons for nothing if you go out now."

"After feeding them some rice and water, they followed me and the little fox back."

"Do you really want stewed soup?"

"...It's not necessary, maybe they will fly away after a few days." Shen Zhoucheng saw that the little fox and the pigeons were very interesting about the folk songs just now, and their family has no shortage of delicious food, and they are not greedy for the pigeon soup .

After eating at noon, Shen Zhoucheng took the little fox up the mountain to catch chickens, and the pigeons followed the two of them out as expected. Shen Zhoucheng simply made a simple pigeon coop for them and let them settle down in the bamboo forest , it is quiet here, and there is no danger. The environment of Qingbi Mountain is also an excellent place for small animals to cultivate.

Maybe the pigeons themselves are attracted by the elegant environment here, so they stay on the window sill of the bamboo forest restaurant.

With their own pigeon coop, the four little pigeons chose to stay on Qingbi Mountain.

Shen Zhoucheng smiled and touched the heads of the four little pigeons, the little fox also reached out and shook his paw at them, and then went down the mountain with the dinner chicken that the little fox had chosen.

However, after a few days, Shen Zhoucheng and the little fox went up the mountain to see the pigeons, only to find that the four pigeons were no longer there.

Shen Zhoucheng touched the little fox's head, "Maybe these four lost pigeons suddenly remembered the direction of their home, so they flew back."

The little fox nodded.

It also remembers the direction of home.

Li Xianchun is a retired cadre of a state-owned enterprise. After retirement, he became obsessed with raising pigeons. Dove, life is going well.

Let’s keep the pigeons here. Sometimes the pigeons that are left alone will be taken away by other people’s pigeons. Today’s pigeons go to other people’s homes, and tomorrow the pigeons from other people’s homes will be abducted by their own pigeons, so I usually lose one or two. A pigeon will not come to the door to ask for it back.

He counted his pigeons today and found that there were a few more pigeons from other families. He was very happy. Later, he received a call from a young man who said that his pigeons had lost their way to Yongnan I went to the city.

Li Xianchun: "..."

What's the use of keeping such pigeons, and they will be laughed at by friends when they are brought back.

Li Xianchun is a more self-motivated person. He and several friends who raise pigeons have decided that they will participate in a pigeon racing competition in spring next year. Now they are stepping up their training.

A few days later, Li Xianchun discovered that the lost pigeons that had lost their way to Yongnan City had found their way home by themselves.

He was so happy, so he joked with his pigeon-raising friend: "Look, my pigeons went to Yongnan for a tour, and then came back by themselves."

"I'm back, and I don't plan to stay. Let's make pigeon soup tomorrow. Come to my house and eat pigeons together."

However, on the day of eating the pigeons, Li Xianchun found that the four pigeons and 26 other pigeons were released and never came back...