Feather blades flying together

The life of the nest is flying, or the life of the house is flying. Chris’s daily work is to study and discuss with Arthur, draw a picture for the egg, and let the optical brain scan a [-]D hologram for it.

The layers of pipe lines on the eggs obviously shriveled from the outside to the inside, and after more than a month, they completely turned into a thin film.

Chris couldn't tear it off by hand, and when he fell asleep the night before, he wondered if unwrapping the film directly would hurt the place connected to the surface of the egg. When he woke up in the morning, the dregs of the bed, the crispy layer of thin skin fell off by itself.

It's better to peel it off yourself, so you can get a complete film as a specimen to keep as a souvenir.

Arthur originally thought that he was panicked by the shattered film of resentment, but when he understood his thoughts, he wanted to kneel again.

Chris shrank his neck in shock from his shocked expression, "This idea, is it scary?"

Arthur nodded, and tried to explain, "It's just very strange, just like making animal placentas into specimens for long-term preservation..."

Chris's face froze, "...Okay, okay, I will ask you first before I do anything in the future."

There are light gray lines on the protein Yingying that has taken off the outer peel, which is probably the trace left by the docking with the outer peel.

Other than that, it is no different from the large bird eggs that Chris imagined.

He tapped the egg shell curiously, with a sound of duk du, the palm holding the egg seemed to feel a vibration. He didn't know if it was a hallucination or real, but he didn't dare to knock a few more times.

Change to a naked egg and hug for another three months. At the end of spring, the first rain just fell on the opposite side of Tianzhu, and the temperature in Yuren Continent has not yet risen. Chris forcefully covered himself with prickly heat.

Carefully changed to a thinner quilt. According to the book, the time is about the same. Chris even tries to compress the time to go to the toilet, for fear of missing the birth of the chicks.

This morning he ate and read for a while, and felt drowsy. He fell back and closed his eyes. Arthur sat on the small sofa in the bedroom and watched over him.

The treetops outside the window have grown green. In his sleep, Chris dreamed that he licked a little bit of honey with his fingertips, but he couldn't lick it clean. First, his fingertips, then his fingers, and then his entire palm was sticky.

Because of the urgency of the anxiety that was not clean all the time, he felt as if his chest was blocked and he couldn't breathe, and his whole body seemed to be stuck in a wet mud and could not move.

As soon as his breathing became rapid, Arthur stood up suddenly and moved closer, touching his forehead with his palm, covered in cold sweat, and called him in a low voice, "Ss? Ss, did you have a nightmare? Wake up?"

Chris shivered all over, slowly opened his eyes, took a big breath, twisted and sat up slowly under the quilt, "I had a strange dream, I was sweating all over, I'm going to take a shower, and change the sheets and quilts Change it."

"Don't get out of bed yet," Arthur said, walking towards the bathroom. "Wait until I get a hot towel to wipe the sweat off your forehead and body, and then close the window."

"Well," Chris reached out and wiped the roots of his wet hair at the back of his head, and then he was stunned, "Ah!"

Arthur heard him scream in the bathroom, and jumped out with water dripping from his hands, "What's wrong?"

Chris was so stiff that he didn't dare to move, one hand was raised high to face the sun, and there was a strand of translucent silver at the fingertips, like the result of stretching out some viscous liquid.

"What should I do? Could it be the egg leaking?" Chris's voice was almost crying, "I'm a bit afraid to look at it!"

"Dad said that the eggshells will dissolve." Arthur was much calmer than him, and quickly took out a clean quilt from the cabinet and spread it directly on the original quilt, then closed the doors and windows, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water and put it away, " Be careful, don't slip your hands."

Chris reached into the bed with both hands, and held out the soft egg like holding a bomb, trembling nervously, "Call, call daddy, tell daddy, hurry up!"

According to the homework he had done before, Arthur wrapped the egg with a clean quilt, leaving a little space, "Wait a minute, I will bring Dad right away." He flew out of the bedroom directly.

Chris waited for him to disappear before he realized, hey, I'm still under the covers?The egg is on top of my quilt, how can I move?Can I still move?

Before he could wipe the mucus off his hands on the sheet, Arthur brought Bazel over.

Bazel entered the door beaming, "I'll send someone to tell Charlie to come back too, and our family will welcome the baby together later. Let me see the eggs."

The palm of Chris's hand was still sticky, and he touched the cotton bag made by Arthur, "...it melted when I slept, I don't know if I pressed it tat."

Bazel lifted a corner of the quilt with a lot of movement, poked it with his fingertips, and slowly picked it up, "This is just the beginning, don't be afraid. I'll pick it up, you go down and take a bath, you have to take a shower again." In half an hour."

Chris got the affirmative order, jumped out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom, threw away all the clothes and hula-la for 3 minutes, rinsed the whole body, then picked up the clothes from Arthur at the door of the bathroom with wet hair, put them on indiscriminately, and came out.

Bazel folded a small space with the quilt, exposing the top half of the egg.

Under the bright sunlight near noon, you can see that the original light gray pattern on the egg surface melts and distorts and gradually disappears.

Chris clasped his hands, tense blue veins bulging, "The one before, that eggshell is breathable, right?" Poultry eggshells are theoretically breathable, "But now it has become this semi-liquid state, isn't it airtight? Are you going to suffocate the chicks?"

Bazel was taken aback, no one had ever thought about this problem before, "Uh, it should be fine, since chicks have always been born like this."

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, but was still tense.

He has seen the chicks held by feathered people of other bloodlines, which look exactly like little angels, humanoid creatures with wings.

So I was always worried about how to get out of the egg. The bird pecked open the egg shell with its beak, and the human form was obviously useless.

Unexpectedly, the eggshell will melt by itself in time.

Seeing their nervousness, Bazel couldn't help laughing. In fact, he had only hugged eggs once in his life. Looking at the two children in front of him, they looked exactly the same as he used to be nervous.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. When Arthur was born, I was as nervous as you, but later I found out that the chick is actually very strong, not as fragile as I thought."

"Oh," Chris kept his eyes on the egg, half a minute after Bazel finished speaking, he suddenly realized, "Then, what does he eat? Will he be hungry after he hatches? What will he eat?" ?”

The courses in Saiwei Palace are not taught at all!Too bad!

Bazel was also stunned for a moment before he realized, "I was so happy that I forgot," kicking Arthur, "Go downstairs and prepare a clean large juice glass," then stretched out his finger to test the softness of the eggshell , "These can be given to it. After the first day, you can eat all kinds of liquid paste. Male meat and bone soup, and female juice cereal paste."

Chris was taken aback when he heard that, "Are all chicks like this?"

Bazel thought about it carefully, "Not necessarily, there is a little difference between different bloodlines, so you can't learn it in the Saiwei Palace. Falcon eyes grow very fast, especially golden eagles, so don't be too nervous , the child is well raised."

Chris was almost moved to tears. This caring personality who didn’t need to be pregnant in the mother’s body and brought his own dry food after birth must be a very good baby, right?

Arthur came in with Charlie, carrying the jug and spoon.

Charlie probably came back too fast, and he was panting a little. He rubbed his hands and moved closer, carefully looking at the thinner eggshell, "Heir of the Golden Sculpture Family!"

Arthur was quite speechless after being pushed away by him, and flew directly to the other side of the bed, "This. How do you collect it?"

Chris looked at the shiny steel spoon in his hand, and clasped his hands around the egg in horror, "What are you doing with this? Are you trying to scrape it off the top?"

Bazel slapped Arthur, "Silly boy, just break it open when there is a hole." He said and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Chris: ...not to mention, that sounds scarier than scratching the top.

The four adults were not in the mood to chat, and their eight eyes were fixed on the egg. When the sun rose to the right sky and tilted a little to the west, the already thin and transparent top of the egg made a slight "pop" and appeared. A tiny air hole.

Then the hole got bigger and bigger, and Bazel slapped Arthur who was stunned again, "Hold the container in your hand." He quickly put his index fingers in from the center of the hole and scratched it to both sides.

Fingers across the already soft and thin eggshell, quickly divided it into several portions, and Arthur quickly scooped it into the wide-mouthed juice jug.

Chris couldn't bear to blink his eyes.

Under the noon sun, the little guy inside the eggshell slowly emerged, with blond hair, a full forehead, and eyes closed under some sparse eyebrows, with trembling eyelashes.

Probably because he stayed in the egg for a long time, his skin was wrinkled and slightly red, and he seemed a little dissatisfied with the air outside, and his small mouth squirmed and looked like it was about to open.

A pair of pure black wings embraced from both sides of the body to the front to wrap its body, and some sparse black feathers were still covered with translucent egg liquid.

Bazel nodded on Chris's forehead, and urged with a smile, "You are so beautiful, you are so stupid, send a towel here!"

Chris reacted suddenly, and quickly twisted a hot towel to wipe the baby's body according to Bazel's instructions, "Isn't this way he's cold?"

Charlie laughed happily, "The child of the Golden Eagle family, how can you be afraid of the cold?"

Bazel was upset, "Golden eagles also have to be afraid of the cold, the key is that the indoor temperature is right now," he turned to tell the two children, "Don't listen to your father's nonsense instructions."

Arthur put away the juice jug filled with half-melted eggshells, and helplessly unfolded the swaddle that he had prepared earlier, waiting for the baby to wipe it clean and wrap it up.

Stimulated by wiping with a hot towel, the little guy finally opened his eyes, with the same brown pupils as his father, golden in the bright midday sun.

After opening his eyes, he opened his mouth, the rosy little mouth still had some wet saliva, and when he opened it, he opened his mouth with a soft voice——

Diao Ming!

The chirping sound of the young golden eagle bird made Chris sit on the edge of the bed trembling in shock and almost didn't slip down, what a contrast!

Although it is a humanoid baby, the vocal cords are probably different after all. Chris came back to his senses, washed a hot towel and continued to wipe him. He couldn't help pinching his little feet, which were not fat, and only had two thumbs. The knuckles are so long.

Although Bazel didn't laugh like Charlie, there were several laugh lines in the corners of his eyes, "Touch it if you want, you don't need to be so careful. Although I only raised Arthur, the children in the clan have taken care of a lot, so don't worry about it." Worry."

Chris is very wary, "He's so small..."

Bazel put the baby into a swaddle, and carefully demonstrated how to swaddle him, while explaining in a soft voice, "Look, if you wrap it like this, his wings will close together behind his back to form a space suitable for his body to lie on, just enough to protect his body. From the back of the neck to the spine, so it doesn't hurt him when you pick him up."

Charlie was also a little eager to move, "Honey, I want to touch it too."

Bazel glared at him, "You can't! Rough hands and feet will hurt the child."

Charlie was speechless, "You said just now that you can't hurt him when you hug him."

"...That's Chris," Bazel slapped his hand away, and arranged for Arthur to go downstairs to mix some eggshell solution, "The calluses on your hands can be used as files, are you embarrassed to touch children ?”

Charlie had no choice but to snort twice, "Wait three months, before autumn I can take the little guy and teach him to fly."

duang!

Something hit his forehead, Chris looked at him in shock, and hurriedly searched with his eyes, Arthur went downstairs.

Was it because the predecessor didn't attend classes or Saiwei Palace didn't teach how to raise chicks, didn't they say that chicks can fly in three months?

I feel that I need to go to Saiwei Palace again and use my brain to clean up all the information in it.

Arthur came back with a small bowl of eggshell liquid, no pacifier, and the tiniest spoon stirring it to cool it down.

Bazel handed the wrapped swaddle to Chris, taught him the correct posture, and then took the small bowl, "Arthur is watching, put a drop of eggshell liquid on the back of the hand, if there is no abnormal feeling on the skin , as long as the temperature is just right, all kinds of minced meat will be made like this in the future.”

Arthur widened his eyes to express that he remembered, and then watched Bazel take a quarter spoon and put it to the little guy's mouth.

After the little guy groaned a few times, he was wrapped in a comfortable swaddle, his eyes were closed again, he felt the food near his mouth, he stretched out his pink tongue, licked the tip of his tongue, and quickly licked it Eat a little bit of egg liquid.

The spoon was not much larger than the nail cap. Bazel fed three or four spoonfuls, a little bit each time, "See? Be very patient, if you feed too much, he will choke if he can't swallow." Then he returned the bowl to Arthur, "Come and try."

Arthur moved his fingers, held the small spoon firmly to the baby's mouth, and opened his mouth unconsciously, "Ah~"

Chris was tense all over, but he was vented all of a sudden, the strength in his arms softened, the swaddle trembled, and the paste on the spoon stuck to the corner of the baby's mouth, "Be careful, don't make me laugh, In case I tremble."

Arthur scratched his head in embarrassment, and continued to scoop a little bit more. Before he could feed the fourth spoonful, Charlie protested, "Just now I said that my hand was rough, but it's okay to feed it now. I'll take the spoon and hand Kiss for sure."

Chris met Arthur's sad eyes, and quickly changed the subject, "Have you thought about what to name this baby yet?"

Charlie gave up on the fight, "I'll go back and look up the family tree and think about it!"

As a result, Arthur's eyes became more sad, and he protested to Charlie, "This is my son, of course I want to name it."

Charlie bent his index finger and tapped his forehead, "Your name was given by your grandfather, so, after your son gives birth to a son, you can name it again." After speaking happily, he whistled and walked away.

Arthur was devastated. Thinking about his own incomprehension, he pleaded with his father while he was feeding slowly, "Dad, you go and stop father, don't let him go around discussing names with those elders. I want the baby's name." It's been a long time, called Louie!"

Bazel suppressed a smile, "He has been looking forward to it for so many years, why don't you give him a chance?"

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Lie to me, he clearly told me that my name was determined by how many books he read when he was a child."

"Okay, okay, I'll help you convince him," Bazel helped them put away the hot water towels, "today, the baby can be fed slowly when he's awake, and he can drink as much egg liquid as he can."

When he walked to the door, he remembered again, "After 24 hours, at noon tomorrow, we can't feed him anymore." When the door was half closed, he remembered again, "I will come again in the afternoon. You can eat the half bowl after feeding." Take a break while he's asleep."

Chris, who was swaddled in his arms, had muscle aches all over his body, and he couldn't hold on after feeding less than a quarter of the small bowl, "You can hug him instead, and I'll feed him."

The little guy vomited and vomited, and was eating happily, when he suddenly changed his arms and his mouth deflated.

Compared with Arthur, he is more familiar with the smell of Chris's heartbeat. After all, he has hugged him for three or four months, and his faint little eyebrows frowned and moaned.

Arthur can hold him steady with one hand, and hold the bowl in the other, "Comfort him quickly."

"Pfft, your posture is stiffer than mine," Chris moved his shoulders, handed one finger to the little guy who was waving his arms, and scooped up the egg liquid with the other hand to feed him.

After feeding a small bowl of egg liquid for nearly two hours, the little guy fell asleep comfortably with his eyes closed.

Arthur couldn't bear it anymore and rubbed his shoulders, then changed the sheets and bedding, the two put the baby between them, and fell asleep exhaustedly.

After feeding the egg liquid on the first day, the little guy grew up at a speed that surprised Chris.

He eats every day when he wakes up, his hands become heavier every day, his body grows a lot, and the feathers on his small wings are getting denser and denser.

Chris finally checked it with an optical brain, and found that the chick also has a secretion similar to human growth hormone, which can make the chick grow up crazily for a period of time after it comes out of the eggshell.

He cautiously guessed that this might be part of the animal nature preserved during the evolution of the Yuren.

In nature, the cubs of any animal are, the earlier they can survive independently, the higher the survival rate.

Therefore, the couple completely ended the leisurely life in the dead house. They had to feed the baby with all their might when they ate, and they had to stare at the pot and stew all kinds of soup, porridge, and minced meat when the baby was sleeping.

Bazel came to give guidance for the first three days, and the rest of the days were completely left to the young couple. What he said made sense, "The baby is yours, and you must overcome the difficulties together."

Arthur was completely on leave, and his part-time Scouting job was gone.

Tired like this, as long as he finds that the little guy has gained a little weight and a little more length, Chris wants to jump happily.

This feeling of holding a small life and watching him grow is really amazing.

In a little more than half a month, the little guy's hands and feet became stiff, and he could use his arms to move the place for himself when he was lying on his stomach.

The optical computer is installed on the cabinet in the bedroom, facing the big bed to record his growth 24 hours a day.

Charlie struggled with Bazel for half a month, but in the end they couldn't get over it. The little guy was named Louis.

The dry season was almost over, and the new grandfather, who was free, failed to win the right to name the newborn, and secretly made up his mind to teach the child himself before going to Saiwei Palace.

Chris didn't know what he was up to, and he was very welcome to grandpa to watch the baby.

Louis climbed faster and faster, and within a month, the entire bedroom could no longer hold him. If he didn't pay attention, he climbed through the crack of the door to the stairs.

Chris went upstairs with a small bowl of minced meat. Seeing that he leaned half out of the stairs and was about to roll down, he was so frightened that he dropped the bowl and climbed up more than a dozen steps to hold the child in his arms.

Arthur, who was still cooling the minced meat in the kitchen, heard the sound of the bowl breaking and flew straight over, and saw him holding Louis who was clapping and laughing with a pale face, "What's wrong?"

Chris angrily pointed at the ignorant and happy little guy, "This little bastard didn't pay attention, he climbed to the top of the stairs and wanted to go downstairs by himself!"

Arthur relaxed when he heard the words, "It's okay, you didn't see that his wings are closed, he can wrap himself in a ball when he rolls down and reach the first floor smoothly. The male little guy, it doesn't matter if it hurts at all, it just hurts." I know I can't do it next time."

Chris paused, well, what he said made sense and could not be refuted at all.I still can't adapt to such a fast growth rate, it's like shortening the growth time of a human bear child from three years to three months, and it's thrilling every minute.

After much deliberation, he can only comfort himself, at least it will only be three months, it doesn't matter if he grows up quickly, he will be able to communicate soon.