William Wolf described it as withered, staggering in his garden on crutches.

It had been a long time since he had gotten up from his wheelchair.

Today's weather is good, a few white clouds hang leisurely in the tiled blue sky, the sun is tepid, the freshly manicured lawn is soft to step on, and a few crows are leaping in the trees not far away.

Except for one of the serving maids, who followed closely behind William Wolfe, ready to help, everyone else was driven away by the stubborn old man.

"Stay away from me! How many more times have I had the chance to stand on my own! He yelled at the bodyguards and servants, "If you don't feel at ease, let Martha follow me." ”

Even his son, Quiy Wolfe, the heir to the royal family, could only stand at the edge of the garden and watch. Fortunately, this is Vancouver, no one dares to come here to fight the idea of the Wolf family, this garden is not even a cat in a two-kilometer radius except for the people that old Wolf trusts.

Except, of course, birds.

The free little ones flew around in the sky, chirping and noisy, like children who could never be quiet. But it also brought life to the peaceful garden, and they didn't care what the poor old man below was, who could only walk in small steps no more than a palm, and who could be blown down by the wind at any moment.

A crow croaked a few times.

Huang Liang glanced up and remembered Aoki's coal boss. He hadn't actually seen the magic crow's true body, and the first time he saw it was in a dream. Later, in prison, he experienced another life. In that life, he saw specimens of dead crows. Thinking about it now, it was a dream, but he knew it must be more than just a dream.

Counting the days carefully, it has been more than two years since he escaped from prison. He hadn't seen Aoki for more than two years. It stands to reason that he doesn't need to be responsible for the agreement between him and Aoki anymore, and he and Aoki haven't actually met a few times, so they can't talk about deep friendships, but he just thinks that only Aoki is trustworthy in this world.

Since escaping from prison, a deep sense of loneliness has been haunting Huang Liang's heart. He is like a lonely walker walking in the ice and snow, like a lonely meteorite floating in the dark universe, not knowing his fate, but unable to get rid of it.

He glanced at Qui Wolfe next to him. This burly fellow is a friend worth making, and he shares many similarities with him. But the word friend was so extravagant for them, especially Huang Liang, that he wasn't even sure if he was a "person" or not.

A gray dove burst in and landed on the lawn of the garden, holding one foot and looking curiously at the people here.

"Your pigeons?" Huang Liang asked.

"Our pigeons are all white and the farm is not in Vancouver." Hong Kui said.

"Oh, I thought I was here to deliver a letter."

"Communication is so developed, who still uses pigeons to deliver letters!"

"So what do you keep pigeons?"

"Our family originated in Alaska, which was almost isolated from the South during the era of poor communications, and when our ancestors came to the South, they began to raise carrier pigeons that could adapt to the cold climate to facilitate communication between the North and the South. We have a dedicated pigeon farm and trainers, which has become a tradition that has been maintained, but on a smaller scale than before, and has lost its communication function. ”

Old Wolf was still walking with small and difficult steps, and the maid Martha followed him nervously, keeping a distance between the two bodies.

"Your father is such a stubborn man." Huang Liang said.

"It's inevitable that people are like this when they get old. What's more, he has always been a man of his word, and he likes to have everything under control, but now he can't even control his body. ”

"He's working hard and he's going to get better."

"It's all thanks to you, and my father is very grateful to you, but he doesn't like to talk very much."

Huang Liang laughed, looked at the old man who was staggering on the flat grass, and sighed that life is really a cycle, and the older a person gets, the more like a child!

The pigeon was still on the lawn and was not upset by someone. It tilted its head and looked at it for a while, probably thinking that the old man closest to it was difficult to walk and would not pose a threat to it, so it swaggered around the lawn, looking for food in the grass.

The old man walked beside it, and he did not hide, but when he saw that the old man's foot was about to step on it, he suddenly jumped lightly and jumped to the side, so that he almost fell down when the old man staggered, but he raised his head defiantly and cooed a few times.

Martha hurriedly stepped forward to help Wolfe, but was pushed away by the old man. He angrily waved his cane and drove it away, "Shoo-Shoo-", but the bird still didn't leave, and he yelled, "Get out!"

Martha looked at Hong Kui a little aggrieved. Hong Kui was about to go up to persuade his father, but was stopped by Huang Liang.

"Let him vent, it's good for the body. It's been so long, either lying in bed or sitting in a wheelchair, I've long been aggrieved, and I can finally go by myself! ”

Hong Kui stopped and nodded at Martha to signal not to rush.

Old Wolf was panting and on crutches, but he could not do anything with the pigeon in front of him.

"I've heard that there are a lot of wild pigeons in Canada, is it just wild or domestic?" Huang Liang asked.

"It's domestic......" Hong Kui was not quite sure. He wasn't very interested in raising birds, except for that time when he met the magical coal boss at Aoki, and then returned to Canada to study crows for a while—there are many crows in Canada—but he failed to domesticate them, and then he died. The animals he is most interested in are wolves, especially white wolves from cold regions.

Huang Liang also thinks that wild pigeons are not so afraid of life. He turned his gaze to Martha, a naturally beautiful maid who would have thought she was the daughter of a noble family if she had changed her clothes and appeared on other occasions, but she was only an ordinary servant in the Wolf family's estate, waiting carefully every day under the blazing gaze of old Wolfe, for fear of making any mistake. However, it was strange that she was the most trusted person of old Wolf other than his own son.

"Has Martha served your father for a long time?" Huang Liang asked.

"It's been some years." "Her father was a gang leader in Chicago who was shot and killed. Her mother found my father, and they were no longer alive. My father took them in and later avenged them. Her mother also died soon after, and Martha stayed behind to help at the estate. Her father was always strict with her, but he trusted her very much. Strictly speaking, she is not a maid or a servant, so she has a strange temperament in her. ”

"A poor woman, too."

"Yes, like her name, Martha, the name of the last passenger pigeon in the world."

"Passenger pigeon?" Huang Liang looked at the gray dove on the lawn again.

"Before white Europeans landed in the Americas, there were more than five billion passenger pigeons in North America. Every year in the fall, they fly south from northeastern Canada to Florida and Mexico for the winter. They flock in flocks, each with more than 100 million pigeons, and as they fly, they obscure the sky and form a cloud of pigeons more than six kilometers long and one and a half kilometers wide. ”

Hong Kui raised his head and glanced at the clear sky in the distance.

"In the seventeenth century, the nightmare of the passenger pigeon began when Europeans who landed in the Americas discovered the delicacy of pigeons. In 1900, a fourteen-year-old boy in Ohio killed the last recorded wild passenger pigeon with an airsoft gun. By 1910, there was only one wild inn left in captivity. This one's name is 'Martha'. She lived a lonely life, without relatives, friends, or even her kind...... Until it dies, their population is completely extinct. ”

A blue light suddenly flashed in Hong Kui's eyes, "It's strange that there are many large populations of organisms in North America that went extinct almost at the same time in the early twentieth century – passenger pigeons, Rocky Mountain locusts...... And the Kenai Mountain Wolf! ”