The Beautiful Boy at Yokohama Crossing

Time passed day by day in the fight of one person and one bird.

Tuanzi also gradually grew a flying feather.

——But so far, it has not practiced flying.

Not being able to fly is one thing, but being reluctant to take care of the mountain god... seems to be the reason.

After all, in the concept of birds, after learning to fly, they will be forced to leave the nest.

No... I would definitely not think of this as a lair, I just can't find an expedient way to describe it.

Tuanzi was lying on the small swing, squinting and thinking about it in a half-dream and half-awake state.

For many days, the dumplings were fed with good food and drink, and they were pampered and do not need to do their own hands. The many days of house life successfully made the dumplings fat!

Fortunately, the dumpling did not rot during the critical developmental period, it just looked rounder.

Of course, the feel is also better.

A young man stood by the swing, without any reward or rest, just like a dedicated tool man, stretching out his hand from time to time to push the swing to keep it shaking.

Tool Man Mountain God, except for being a little hands-on, other things are fine.

There is a small basket on the swing, and the dumpling just lies in the basket, so there is no need to deliberately control the figure, and there is no need to worry about falling off after falling asleep.

Tuanzi was dazed by the back and forth on the swing, and his little head was already on the edge of the basket.

But Tuanzi knew that it couldn't sleep.

Halfway through the swing, a thief's hand came up from behind it, aiming at the tuft of hair on the top of its head.

coming.

Tuanzi held his breath, trying to make himself ignore the existence of the hand.

During the few weeks with the mountain god, it almost got used to the stink of touching the bird behind the mountain god.

I don't know where he developed the bad habit of touching birds from the blind spot of vision.

The worst thing is to pick it when it is about to fall asleep, disturbing the bird's dream.

If it was in the past, see if I don't...

Tuanzi got stuck in the middle of speaking.

After thinking about it for a long time, there is no text.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the hand of the mountain god has already covered it.

But no matter how many times I touched it, the similar feeling remained the same, and the itching was mixed with instinctive rejection.

Tuanzi thought to himself that he didn't seem to have much resistance to the mountain god, so why did he always want to avoid him.

Shanshen's massage techniques have been getting better and better recently. Why should I refuse to enjoy something?

Tuanzi thought strangely, but his body was very honest, and he lay on his stomach obediently and let the mountain god move.

It relaxed its wings comfortably and collapsed in the basket unintentionally.

After getting used to it, Tuanzi even learned to turn over and let the mountain god massage his belly.

The soft abdomen is exposed to the naked/naked eyes of the same kind, without the slightest bit of wariness.

And this is naturally inseparable from the deliberate guidance of the mountain god.

How much can an ignorant bird understand even if it has instinctive instructions to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages?What's more, when the little bird gets to know the world, it is the best moment to paint a piece of white paper with color.

Shanshen has no intention of changing You Muliang's character, but just wants him to be more attached to himself.

It doesn't matter whether he is selfish or shameless, but if he can sit still at this time, he would like to call him a 'sage'.

The mountain god is not a 'saint', he is a god who has been forced to learn indifference and self-interest since his birth.

"Que'er, let me take you to a place today, it's hard to take a vacation."

Tuanzi lazily raised his eyelids, flapped his wings, and agreed with the mountain god's proposal.

Shanshen recently took it out to play every vacation time.'No pets allowed' signs on premises were ignored.

I violate the rules every day, and I am not afraid of teaching bad children.

Tuanzi proudly puffed out his chest, thinking triumphantly.

——It’s a good thing I’m not that bad bird.

The well-behaved little bird dumpling is of course unable to resist the claws of the Great Demon King Mountain God, so he can only get farther and farther away from the gate of light.

……

Before they went to the cinema, playground, aquarium...

Where will you go today?

Tuanzi sneaked out of the mountain god's pocket in a concealed manner, pretending that he was a doll with no emotion.

Every time I passed the security check openly and aboveboard under the security check, it was very exciting.

Tuanzi gets excited just thinking about it.

wrong!How could a good bird be happy about such a thing.

bah bah bah!

Tuanzi spat at himself in private, but was uncontrollably happy for the upcoming security check.

The whole bird was trembling like epilepsy.

"... Queer?"

The mountain god yelled uncertainly.

"!"

It was discovered!

Tuanzi hastily restrained his movements.

Fold the wings, arrange the feathers, and pretend to be a doll, as if the sand sculpture just now is not it.

But the act of trying to cover up will only make people believe that the scene just now is not their own illusion.

The mountain god laughed, "Everyone in the street has seen what you looked like just now."

The magnetic voice picks up at the end, "Spiritual bird, huh?"

"..."

Tuanzi quietly stepped on the deeper part of the pocket.

Test to see if he can find a place to bury his head in a less embarrassing way.

It’s just that!

The shame level exploded.

social death.

Tuanzi regrets it now.

Misfortunes never come singly, the Great Demon King said again: "I recorded it."

The group was struck by lightning.

So the beautiful and cute little bird, who cherishes her own image, is about to be caught and blacked out today? !

It swallowed.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the mobile phone in Shanshen's hand.

This is to confirm the authenticity of the mountain god video.

The mountain god, who usually has almost zero tacit understanding with it, now thoughtfully cut out the video and clicked to play it, as if he knew what it was thinking.

The Shanshen mobile phone is usually muted, so the video has no sound.But the video without sound made Tuanzi feel that he was as funny as a mime comedian in the picture.

Exaggerated body movements, exaggerated eye expressions.

Tuanzi didn't look down.

Before the video finished playing, it raised its wings and covered its head.

Hug and cry.

The mountain god laughed even more presumptuously.

Passers-by looked at him inexplicably: a good handsome young man smiled like a fool for no reason on the street, and he didn't know what was wrong.

There are also gossips who stop to make a video.

The mountain god didn't care about other people's opinions, but just stared back at those who wanted to take videos, and protected the dumpling from passers-by.

After a while, when the mountain god finally stopped and stopped laughing, he reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Okay, I lied to you, and I didn't let others see it."

In a busy society like Japan, pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and there are very few people who stop for irrelevant strangers.

What's more, the mountain god is tall and big, and the position of the dumpling is also high, and even fewer people will look up at it.

Tuanzi: Damn it!

A bold shit-shoveling officer, how dare to scare the master!

It pecked at the mountain god's clothes indignantly.

Can't bite your fingers, and I can't deal with a dress?

The mountain god changed his expression when he saw the position where the dumpling was biting and was about to bite.It's not angry, but a subtle embarrassment mixed with weirdness.

"Shh, don't bite here,"

Nervously, he brought his finger to Tuanzi's mouth, "You can't bite that one, bite this one..."

I bite you ghost.

Tuanzi shifted his target obediently.

I can't bite, and it's good for grinding my teeth.

The bird's beak happened to have a small point that had just grown out, and it was itchy so that it always wanted to find something to grind it on.

Tuanzi intuited that the long beak was harder than he imagined, but limited by his previous impressions, he still felt that the beak was fragile.

It doesn't dare to crack ceramics, and neither does wood, at least it is suitable for fingers with soft flesh.

"—"

The V-shaped bird's beak is wide open, and the tender tip of the tongue can be vaguely shrunk quietly inside.