Someone once commented that cats are the natural enemies of birds, cats like to flutter birds the most, not only to eat, most of the time in the paws just to flutter and play, now Han Yun, who has become a bird, is particularly interested in cats, because he is too bored and lonely alone. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking at the fluffy long tail and the little ears that twitched from time to time, I really wanted to take a look, and a little bad taste appeared in Han Yun's heart, a typical bird that was so idle that it hurt.

How can I summon a cat to turn around? Han Yun paced back and forth on the windowsill, looking downstairs to the balcony from time to time, lest the cat run away before he could take action, where could he find such fun?

Duan Mingzhan quickly noticed Lemon's abnormal behavior, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand and stepped forward to ask, "What are you looking at?" He looked down at the window where Lemon had noticed.

"Hey, how can there be a cat?" A cloud of snow white that I couldn't see was really blind, and I was looking at a certain bird that poked its head out next to him, Duan Mingzhan was happy at the moment, "It turned out that I was looking at this." "Birds are still curious, or Lemon doesn't know what a cat is, so curiosity makes it strange.

"Don't look at it, come and eat, it's going to be cold." Duan Mingzhan was going to catch a certain bird and hug him, but the next moment Lemon shook himself off a muffled thunder, so that he was so scorched that he had no time to think.

Han Yuncai didn't want to give up the opportunity to flirt, he always had to figure out what the cat looked like, and his few curiosities were overflowing.

"Meow." Han Yun dodged Duan Mingzhan's hand stretched out to him, jumped to the open window and probed down, and came at the white cat downstairs with such a voice, thinking that he was not bad at imitating.

Duan Mingzhan was startled by this voice, staring at Lemon Boy in disbelief and looking at it carefully, just after a while, a certain bird actually learned the language of another different race without a teacher, I really don't know whether it is fright or happiness is the first.

Han Yun didn't care what kind of mental activity Duan Mingzhan had now, his eyes stared at the white cat on the balcony downstairs for a moment, and after his loud voice, he really achieved the expected results.

The white cat turned around and actually had a big pie face, with its nose and mouth on a horizontal line, as if it had been slapped flat, and it looked very funny at first.

According to Han Yun's poor understanding of cat breeds, this big-faced cat with a snow-white coat without a trace of variegation is either a Persian cat or Garfield.

I prefer Garfield, the reason is that I can't escape the joyful cartoons I watched as a child, and I wanted to raise one on a whim at that time, because the relationship between money and money can only end up with a sigh.

"Meow?" The white cat looked up at the top of the sound, and saw that it was a green-haired bird, which he thought was the same kind, and turned around and jumped into the room with the window wide open.

Hey?! Han Yun's eyes widened with a pair of small round eyes, if his ears were not covered by feathers, he really wanted to show them and listen to them, did he not notice that he had auditory hallucinations just now?

How could it be possible to understand what the cat meowed? Han Yun felt that the world was too fantastic, or was he dizzy from hunger, and even his sense of hearing was not very bright after his sensitivity dropped by one level?

Just when Han Yun was in a trance, Duan Mingzhan came back to his senses from surprise at this time, reached out to pick up the lemon in a daze, and moved to the dining table in the restaurant, no longer asking about the divine voice just now. Blame the previous picture on the parrot's ability to imitate, and calm down after a small shock.

Han Yun, who was hooked back to his senses by the fragrant smell of rice, swept Duan Mingzhan's fingers, grabbed them directly with his paws, lowered his head and gnawed on them.

"Silk!" Duan Mingzhan, who was bitten and hurt, let out a cry, I don't understand why I poke it if I don't know what is good, why did I change it to bite it before I touched the hair, I didn't offend the lemon! What kind of trouble is the sudden change of painting style?

Clearly hearing the other party's cry of pain, Han Yun concluded that everything just now was definitely not a dream, you have to ask why you didn't bite yourself to confirm, but attacked Duan Mingzhan instead, the reason is very simple, it's not because you're more afraid of pain, how can you be willing to talk to yourself, stupid!

Let's talk about biting yourself, where do you say it's appropriate to bite? With bare paws all over a body of feathers, how can you walk if you bite your paws? For the sake of his own practical interests, he can only sacrifice a little of the finger that Duan Mingzhan sent to his eyes, if there is no stubble, he really may not remember the meaning of biting it or not hurting.

It's Duan Mingzhan's own hand, you can't blame yourself for a whim, and besides, you didn't use much strength, you didn't bite through, right?

While letting go of the claws, he cheekily rubbed his head against the place he had bitten, all of which should be compensated and comforted, and then pulled his own small plate, and ate too.

Looking at the lemon with such a gloomy temperament, Duan Mingzhan shook his head helplessly, with a shallow smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of connivance and love for lemons.

I'm afraid that Han Yun is the only one who doesn't know the taste of a meal, and the weird scene from before always pops up in his mind, shaking his head, planning to find an opportunity to try it again to see if he was born with the function of the golden finger of the translator.

Early the next morning, Duan Mingzhan went to school, but Han Yun didn't go out with him, remembering what had disturbed him all night last night.

Fly to the windowsill, the window still has a not wide slit, head sticking out to look down, I didn't see the figure of the white cat, it's not a big deal, anyway, I already know that the white cat lives in the house downstairs, and now I need to make sure that the window downstairs is not open, so that I can lock the target.

There is a protruding anti-theft net installed downstairs, which greatly facilitates Han Yun to climb with his strength, squeeze out of the window crack, fly to the anti-theft net downstairs and grab the iron railing, the window downstairs is actually open, and he didn't plan to enter the house, seeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he leaned out and jumped onto the platform inside, looked around for a while, and never heard the movement inside, there should be no one at home.

Han Yun looked around for a long time and didn't see the shadow of the white cat, he was unwilling to return in vain, and he couldn't feel at ease at all because he couldn't feel at ease if he delayed things for an extra day.

So the situation in front of them is extremely entangled, if you don't fly into the room quietly, even if the owner comes back, you will not openly attack a bird yourself, compared to people you are weak and negligible, of course, you will not be included in the ranks of dangerous elements, you have no bad habit of stealing, and the security can still be greatly guaranteed.

Then it is to learn the cat to meow and lure the white cat out, Han Yun does not dare to guarantee that he has that ability, and the probability of success can only be half of it.

What if the two are combined? Han Yun suddenly had this kind of somewhat feasible idea in his mind, just do it, it is very likely that after this village, there may not be this land.

Spread his wings and flew to the chair in the house, Han Yun didn't dare to fall to the ground, you must know that the cat has always been a ghostly animal that does not come and go silently, and if he is targeted, he suddenly gives himself a look from behind, just thinking about it, he feels that the bones in his body hurt, and for the sake of safety, the high place is the final safe landing point.

"Meow?" opened a cat bark, Han Yun is now thick-skinned to the extent that he is boundless, what is the embarrassment of learning cat barking, figure out the answer he wants, and learn to bark is just as energetic, provided that he really has an unexpected golden finger.

"Meow." There was no cat response, Han Yun flew to the top of the bedroom door and barked again, not forgetting to pay attention to the surroundings and maintain a high degree of vigilance.

"Meow." Vaguely hearing a response, Han Yun was overjoyed, and learned to meow with a strong voice, and finally saw the white cat walking out slowly at the kitchen door.

"Meow?" Hearing the familiar call, the white cat walked to the door and looked at the door, why was it the green bird he saw yesterday afternoon, what was this for?

"Mi." Han Yun condescendingly looked at the white cat squatting below, standing on a high place and looking down, the feeling was really subtle, and he couldn't tell which specific feeling it was.

"Meow?" The white cat's voice was not sharp, but more like an inquiry.

I'm a big hit! Han Yun's current mood is comparable to a thunderbolt descending and ten thousand horses galloping and surging, the degree of shock is comparable to riding a roller coaster and not knowing where the next steep slope is, the white cat made a sound twice, and the listening was transmitted to the brain in the ear, as if a translator was installed in the brain, and the two cat calls were accurately translated into the general meaning.

The white cat glanced at himself haughtily before, saying why it's you again! What are you talking about after that? The shock is inexplicably no less than being struck by lightning, and the real heart is scorched from the inside out.

It took Han Yun for a while to clean up his scattered thoughts, and try to learn cat meow in another way, so he didn't know if the other party could understand what he was saying? It's so exciting, and the sound inevitably brings out a little trill.

"Meow, meow." Han Yun wanted to express his intention to make a friend, but he didn't know if the white cat could understand what it meant to make friends, and he was looking forward to it in his heart, which was an epic surreal miracle ever.

"Meow meow." The white cat licked its paws and responded as it washed its face, looking lazy and unconcerned about anything.

I'll go! I express my intention to make friends, how can I be understood as being the little brother of the other party, and being the little brother is also a white cat first, how can I say that I am also a smart parrot with a human soul, how can I be the little brother of a white cat who doesn't understand anything, I look down on Uncle Ben too much!

"Meow meow." Han Yun didn't know if it was because the cat's language was not easy to master, or if the words were not as rich as human words and sentences, so he took a breath and changed to an easy-to-understand expression, expressing his desire to play with the other party.

This time, I finally got a clearer result, and the white cat who licked its paws and washed its face responded to Han Yun's long meow, which meant that the other party agreed.

Han Yun sighed that it was not easy to master a foreign language. It seems that you have to find a white cat to practice, with such a golden finger in the sky, can you laugh at the entire cat world!

You speak bird language, what is that? In addition to the general Chinese, Uncle Ben can only bark cats and dogs, and in a normal context, British English is also successful, but this tongue may not be able to turn and bend, or go back to practice? I thought that my English skills were well-known at the beginning, and it was not a problem to study abroad.

If you don't say you don't need to be in a hurry, maybe it won't take half a year, and you have to return all the things you learned in school to the teacher, which is a pity, because you have paid the tuition at the beginning, and you can't stop being motivated after becoming a bird.

Kicking away the extra thoughts in his mind, Han Yun flew down from the top of the door, and cautiously fell to the ground to approach the white cat little by little, maintaining due vigilance, for fear that the white cat would get nervous and not recognize what he said before?

Cats, all a little nervous, a while so good that they can lick each other's hair, the next moment the paws waved without warning, scuffling together, the ferocity made people's hair stand erect and frightened, and thought that they were going to fight hard, and they really couldn't stand this toss.

Walking in front of the white cat, Han Yun didn't dare to test it with his paws, in case the white cat thought that he was provoking, it was not a joke to shoot it with his paws first.

Han Yun approached the white cat and touched the soft white hair, and sighed that there is a difference between feathers and fluff, no wonder both men and women like fluffy animals, and the feel is simply first-class.

The white cat looked at a certain bird leaning against him, stopped licking his paws and washing his face, stood up and walked to the side of the corner, where he placed his own food bowl, and he needed to drink some water.

Han Yun, who was suddenly flashed, kicked his paws and stood up, and when he saw the scene of the white cat taking food, he suddenly remembered that there were small biscuits at home, and food was the easiest medium to pull into the relationship between the two.

Flying out of the downstairs window and back to his balcony, I couldn't help but feel that it is convenient to have wings, and squeezed into the window and flew to the kitchen, and found the biscuits placed on the countertop packaged into a small bag.

Save yourself the trouble of finding a bag, grab the middle of the bag, spread your wings and take off, and when you reach the window and go out, it takes a little effort, a few biscuits are crushed, but fortunately they are not all crumbs, and you can't eat them when you take them down, but you are embarrassed.

Back downstairs, you don't have to look for the white cat yourself, the white cat is lying on the windowsill and basking in the sun.

Han Yun jumped on the windowsill, put the biscuit bag in front of the white cat, tore it open with his mouth, and poured out some of the biscuits.

The additive-free biscuits made by Duan Mingzhan can also be eaten by other animals, and Han Yun dared to take them out and share them with the white cat because he knew a little, which was the first friend he had made since he became a bird.

The white cat approached and sniffed, ate a piece of it very face-saving, and lazily went back to sleep, leaving Han Yun to eat vigorously there, and a biscuit scrap fell beside him.

In Han Yun's cognitive view, sharing something delicious is considered to have eaten, and the first step to becoming a friend has been achieved. Seeing that the white cat is so idle, I yawn unconsciously, is it contagious to sleep? It's clearly not time for a nap.

Unable to stop the flooding of sleepiness, Han Yun wanted to find a bed to sleep in, considering that this was not his home, his eyes swept around the house, and finally landed on the white cat in front of him.

Looking at the fluffy white fur that was as bright as new, it was very soft when it looked at it, and it couldn't resist the call of the soft fur, rubbing over, the white cat moved its ears without raising its pointed head or opening its eyes, obviously acquiescing to Han Yun's small movements.

I found a comfortable and shaded position and leaned on, and sighed comfortably, saying that it is no wonder that so many people like plush cushions, and it makes sense that many people will follow suit.

Han Yun is used to sleeping lying down, and he can't help but choose the place by himself, so he can only lean his back against the white cat for a while, and put half of the weight on the white cat, he shouldn't kick himself down, right?