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Chapter 48 Dad can cure

The store that stopped Bao'er specializes in pet birds.

The store is not big, but under the eaves, on the trusses, and among the branches of the trees are hung all kinds of birdcages and birdstands, including parrots, larks, hibiscus, acacias, munias, thrushes, orioles and other pet birds.

Jumping around, fetching water for food, or singing loudly, it's a lively scene.

Zuo Yi leaned over and asked: "Baby, what's the matter?"

Bao'er hesitated for a moment, raised his little hand and said, "Dad, this little bird is so pitiful."

Her eyes were full of sympathy.

Zuo Yi looked in the direction of the little girl's finger and saw a little parrot standing on a birdstand in the corner.

This is a beautiful budgerigar. It has yellow-green feathers, its upper body is densely covered with yellow and black thin stripes, the color is very bright, and there is a small silver chain tied to its left foot.

But the mental state of this budgerigar was obviously very poor. It looked sleepy, neither barking nor jumping, and it was trembling as if it would fall off the bird stand at any time.

It is in sharp contrast to the lively similar animals next to it.

Zuo Yi didn't know why Bao'er suddenly noticed the budgie. He turned on his spiritual vision and glanced at it, nodded and said, "It's sick."

Not only is he sick, he is already about to die!

In Zuo Yi's spiritual vision, the life flame of this budgerigar is like a spark in the wind, which is likely to be extinguished in the next moment.

"Um…"

Bao'er stared at it and bit his little finger, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

Zuo Yi smiled slightly.

He was about to speak when a hoarse voice came from next to him: "Little girl, you have such a good sense. My parrot is not an ordinary tiger skin, but a native purebred from Australia. Don't you think it is beautiful?

"

The speaker was a dry old man, wearing black cloth shoes and a short mandarin jacket. He had a hunched back and narrowed his eyes. He had a smile on his face that showed a shrewdness. He was obviously the owner of this pet shop.

He noticed Bao'er's eyes just now, and was secretly happy in his heart. He quickly came up and tried to trick her: "If you like it, you can take it home and play with it. I will also give you a bird cage!"

Woof!

Tyke, who was guarding Bao'er, barked suddenly, with a ferocious look in his eyes: You are looking for death!

"Oh!"

The old man in a mandarin jacket who had just come over was startled, his face turned pale with fright, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

Almost fell.

When he saw clearly that what frightened him was actually a little puppy, his old face turned red again: "It's really..."

I really lost all my face.

Bao'er pulled the dog leash a little embarrassed and scolded softly: "Artai."

Tyke snorted twice, turned his head and rubbed her little feet.

Zuo Yi smiled and asked: "Boss, how do you sell this budgerigar that won't survive tomorrow?"

"What are you talking about!"

The old man in the mandarin jacket turned purple: "My parrot is very clever. How could a good parrot not survive tomorrow..."

"I want twenty."

Zuo Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and directly quoted the price.

Zuo Qingyun once raised two thrushes at home, so Zuo Yi occasionally went to the flower and bird market to buy some bird food, so he knew a little about pet birds.

"twenty?"

The old man in the mandarin jacket had a purple face and turned black, as if he had been greatly insulted, and his voice was raised a lot: "I tell you, I am an authentic Australian native purebred, there is no such number..."

He opened his right palm towards Zuo Yi, shook it, and continued: "You can't take it without this number!"

A pair of small eyes are wide open, the voice is sonorous and powerful, and the expression is iron-clad!

However, Zuo Yi was unmoved: "Thirty, then. I don't want any more. You can keep it for yourself."

This budgerigar is a common species, the normal price is only thirty or forty, and it has to be lively and active.

"You are really..."

The old man in the mantle was so angry that he yelled at the top of his lungs: "Do you know how much the daily rent of my store is?"

"Come on, come on."

A middle-aged shop owner next door who was watching the fun couldn't stand it anymore. He held a teapot and teased: "Boss Sun, my eyes are wide open. Don't think about fooling me anymore. Just take action when it's time to do it. You can't really stay."

Are you ready for dinner?"

He had some quarrel with the old man in mandarin jacket, so he took the opportunity to taunt him.

In addition, it is really hard to see. Anyone can tell that this budgerigar is about to belch. Old man Sun is still trying to kill people. It is not a precious thing. It is simply too low!

"I'll leave you some food!"

The old man in the mantle choked back, and said angrily to Zuo Yi: "If you're fifty, I'll give you a bird stand."

An expression that looks like you are being treated too cheaply.

In fact, that broken bird stand is not worth a few dollars.

But Zuo Yi refused: "It's only thirty, if I don't sell it, I don't want the bird stand either."

He just said that he would not buy anything if he is over thirty, so of course he must keep his promise - this is a matter of principle.

"you…"

The old man in mandarin jacket stared at Zuo Yi with tears in his eyes, as if the latter was his life-or-death enemy.

The air was frozen.

After a moment, he waved his hand bitterly and said: "Take it, take it!"

Zuo Yi was really dumbfounded. It was like negotiating a billion-dollar contract for something worth tens of yuan.

This is so dramatic!

Zuo Yi took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay 30 yuan, and then took the sick budgerigar over.

The budgie showed no resistance at all.

The old man in a mandarin jacket had sharp eyes: "Give me back the bird chain, this is not included!"

Zuo Yi shook his head speechlessly, took off the bird chain, which was worth at most one or two yuan, and returned it to the other party.

The old man in a mandarin jacket took the bird chain, glanced at Zuo Yi proudly, and felt happy in his heart: Do you think you are stupid or am I stupid?

The budgie he had just sold didn't know what the disease was. It had not eaten or drank for the past two days. As Zuo Yi said, it was very likely that it would not survive tomorrow.

Now selling it to Zuo Yi at the normal price, the old man felt a sense of intellectual superiority.

The middle-aged shop owner next door picked up the teapot and took a sip of wolfberry tea. He looked at Zuo Yi as if he were a fool: He knew clearly that the bird was dying, but he still paid for it!

This is not the way to pamper a child. If the parrot dies tomorrow, the child is not allowed to cry to death?

You have to spend money to buy it again!

However, Zuo Yi didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He squatted down with the budgerigar in his left hand and said to the little girl with a smile: "Dad bought it. Can we take it home and raise it?"

"ah."

Bao'er exclaimed softly. She stretched out her hand and carefully touched the wings of the budgerigar, and asked worriedly: "Dad, didn't you say it was sick? Do you need to send it to the hospital for treatment first?"

?”

"Need not."

Zuo Yi shook his head: "Dad can cure its disease."

As he spoke, he rubbed the thumb of his right hand over the beak of the budgerigar, and two faint lights flashed quickly on his fingertips.

Bao'er opened his eyes wide and stared curiously at the little parrot in Zuo Yi's hand.

Under her gaze, the budgerigar, which was about to die at any moment, suddenly spread its wings.

Its originally dull eyes glowed with a bright and lively look, as if it had just been reborn, exuding a strong sense of vitality and vitality.

Thumping!

When Zuo Yi opened his palm, the budgerigar immediately jumped upwards.

It flew around Bao'er twice happily in the air, chirping: "Bao'er, Bao'er, thank you!"

The voice is clear and sweet, and the words are correct!

"ah?"

Bao'er was dumbfounded and asked confusedly: "You, how do you know my name?"

"whee!"

The budgerigar folded its wings and landed steadily on her shoulder. It raised its beautiful feathers and rubbed her neck affectionately with its head. It opened its mouth and said, "Guess, guess."

Bao'er was already fascinated by this little guy. He shook his head subconsciously and said, "I can't guess."

Bang!

The middle-aged shop owner next door dropped the tea jar in his hand to the ground, and the tea mixed with wolfberries flowed everywhere.

But he was completely unconscious and was stunned.

The old man in a mandarin jacket was even more miserable than the middle-aged shop owner. His small eyes stared like goldfish, the few muscles on his face were twitching, and he was speechless and speechless.

There is no sense of pride in succeeding in deception.

"This, this..."

He pointed with trembling fingers at the budgerigar playing with Bao'er, feeling heartbroken!

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