Dad, people don't do it, they can't do it, you are an old man, and you are suffering from a bad disease, you are not telling a fake. Wu Xingyun urged, don't delay the time, go to the hospital quickly.

Wu Guozhong remembered that he ate thousands of ducks in his early years as a regiment commander, and later suffered from a strange disease, and when it was severe, he made a snorting duck cry in his throat. Later, after listening to a witch doctor's advice, quit meat and eat a vegetarian diet, and decades later, the disease was so cured. But he is inconvenient to tell his son about this strange history.

At this time, he said, Xingyun, my stomach does not hurt, I still don't go to the hospital, I still decided to go to the desert island and become a volunteer bird guard.

Dad, I don't approve of you going to a desert island, and I don't have time to accompany you. Wu Xingyun felt that his father's thoughts were unreasonable, so he said coldly.

At this time, the words of Wu Guozhong's father and son were clearly heard by a mass of active cancer cells stationed on the tumor in his stomach. They are all changed by duck spirits who came to collect debts and ask for their lives. At first, Wu Guozhong planned to return to the hospital for surgery due to stomach pain.

The medium and small active cancer cells were a little afraid, and they surrounded the large active cancer cells and asked, "Boss, what's wrong?" If Wu Guozhong has surgery, it will be to cut off the tumor, that is, to kill us.

Afraid of what? There is always a process for the doctor to operate, so before the doctor can go under the knife, why don't we escape to other organs of his body and set up camp? The stomach and intestines that had been operated on by him had not yet recovered, and more malignant tumors had sprung up on other organs, and he could not have cut them off one by one, which would have cut him to death.

When the large active cancer cells told this truth, the medium, small and even other active cancer cells all worried, and all of them were proud and cheerfully agreed.

As soon as they moved, Wu Guozhong's stomach hurt, and he groaned. The large active cancer cells said in a commanding tone, don't move, Wu Guozhong just said, he plans to go to the desert island to be a volunteer bird guard, if he really speaks, with an effect, we active cancer cells will parasitize on his stomach tumor and will not grow anymore. Let him maintain the energy he should have for his work, and make a merit before he dies.

If he is lying, you active cancer cells will riot with us, and let him die of pain or death on the operating table. Many active cancer cells cheer together, good! We will do what the eldest brother says.

The south of the Yangtze River is full of rivers, lakes and harbors intertwined, only that barren lake is more special, it is eight hundred miles longitudinal and horizontal, an island of more than 7,000 square meters in the middle, most of the sections are covered with miscellaneous forests, the low-lying places become swamps, and the prominent places become hills, where all kinds of birds and finches inhabit and breed, and even walk a few meters away, you can see a few bird nests hanging on trees or hiding in the grass, some are open-mouthed, some are closed; Some are being used by birds, and some have been discarded by birds.

In short, the whole island is full of noise from birds and birds, which seems to be lively and silent. But a few months ago, this natural paradise for birds was slowly covered with gloomy clouds. That's because the hunters came to the island in boats to kill the birds and then transported them out of the lake to sell them for profit.

In particular, the wild ducks in the large lake around the arch island have almost been hunted down by the hunters, and a few egrets occasionally appear on the surface of the lake, and then flocks will appear in the distance. They are not the main targets of hunters, and only a few are taken down by surprise unless they are tested in marksmanship, because people are not used to eating egrets.

One morning in the middle of summer, the pock-faced man lurking in the grass found a red-crowned crane soaring over the island, but it never hovered or rested on a certain tree, he waited for a long time, and when he was a little impatient, he pulled the trigger of the shotgun in his hand, and with a "bang", a cloud of sparks splashed into the sky, and the silence returned to a moment.

The red-crowned crane was not shot, but flew higher and higher, and then disappeared into the clouds and was out of sight. The pock-faced man muttered to himself in frustration and hatred, as long as you don't fly to this island, if you fly, I will be able to knock you out of the sky one day.

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded on this island, and it was clear that someone was speaking with a microphone equipped with a megaphone: Hey, from today onwards, my old Wu Guozhong will be stationed on the island as a volunteer bird guard, and I advise all hunters who come here to hunt birds to put down their shotguns and participate in the ranks of bird protectors to protect the ecology......

Hearing this, the pock-faced man immediately became dissatisfied, he stood up from the grass, and muttered in his mouth, who listens to you, what good is it to put down the shotgun? Are you making us unemployed in the hunters' business? Can you arrange employment for us?

He followed the sound and saw a familiar old man in the distance, holding a cane in one hand and a megaphone close to his mouth in the other, continuing to repeat what he had just said.

The pock-faced man said in his heart, isn't that the old man who played Tai Chi in the park last time? He quickly came to the old man and shouted, "Old man, what is your name?" Who listens to you, what does it matter to you that we hunt for a living on a desert island? Is it in your way? If you don't let us shoot birds, then what are we going to do? Wu Guozhong, the old man with a cane, was not angry, took the tweeter away from his mouth, looked at the pock-faced man and smiled, according to your statement, I was wrong!

Suddenly, seven or eight hunters emerged from the woods, some with shotguns on their shoulders, and a string of slain birds hanging from them; Some were armed with shotguns, which of course were empty. They all raced around and spoke a flirtatious remark similar to that of the pock-faced hunter.

Some directly accused him, old man, you have to focus on yourself, you screamed so loudly that you scared the birds away, did you deliberately make it impossible for us to shoot a bird all day? We spent hours and didn't get anything, so don't blame us for looking for you. Don't be disrespectful to the old.

Wu Guozhong suddenly knelt down to the hunters who surrounded him with a stiff attitude and a cold speech: I beg you not to shoot birds. The shotgun that the pock-faced man grasped shook and said, "hum" and said, don't talk about hitting birds, if it weren't for the constraints of national law, I would dare to fight, let alone birds!

Wu Guozhong couldn't say anything big, so he said that he suffered from the strange disease of making duck cries because he killed and ate thousands of ducks. He wanted to use this terrible retribution as an example to teach these hunters to have good thoughts, put down their shotguns, and stop hunting birds and birds on the desert island.

At this time, Wu Guozhong's son Wu Xingyun led a group of people over, and when he saw his father kneeling on the ground, he yelled at a few hunters, are you bullying my father? Otherwise, how would he kneel? Dad, get up, I'm going to settle accounts with them.

Son, it's not them who forced me to kneel, my kneeling has nothing to do with them. Wu Guozhong said as he stood up.

Wu Xingyun was about to speak, when a tall man standing beside him pointed to Wu Xingyun and said, "He is the president of our Xinglong Construction Company, you can understand it." Seven or eight hunters didn't seem to eat this set, and one by one sneered, and was about to walk away.

Only the pock-faced man didn't walk away, the shotgun in his hand stomped lightly at his feet, looked at Wu Xingyun and said, boss, your dad came to the desert island to protect the birds, we don't object, the problem is that he came to persuade us not to fight birds, you tell me yourself, what do we fight? Aren't we hunters all unemployed?

A few hunters who walked away turned around and said, "Oh, isn't your dad doing this to make us unemployed?" Besides, there are many birds on this island, and they are not rare animals protected by the state, so why should we be prevented from hunting? If these chaotic wild birds deserve to be protected, didn't the local wildlife conservation agency ban it long ago? Why didn't your dad let him rest at home at such an old age, and let him come out and do such meaningless things?

Wu Xingyun smiled bitterly, and simply said to the seven or eight hunters, Let me tell you clearly, my father had stomach cancer last time, but he was unwilling to be hospitalized for surgery, and would rather come to the island to protect the birds. The animals he protects are not explicitly protected by the state, and he wants to protect any animal, especially the birds and finches on this desert island.