Behind the rockery, the old man is sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bird cage in one hand and leaves in the other, teasing the birds in the cage.
The little bird in his cage, with golden-red feathers, seemed to gradually change in the sun, varying shades, and very beautiful.
“Look, Grandpa caught you another worm.”
The old man concentrated on the bird fighting and talked to the bird without noticing that Xiang Yiqing had already arrived behind him.
grandfather? Does his old man recognize this bird as his grandson? Or granddaughter?
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