It rained at night that night, pattering, and staying until morning.
When Mu Zi wakes up in the early morning, the first thing is to see if her bird is dead.
Fortunately, the little guy is safe and sound. Compared with the lingering appearance of yesterday, he has become more energetic today, looking at her with a pair of bright black eyes.
Mu Zi opened the curtains and saw the wet window sill outside, and found that it had rained.
"Fortunately, I picked you in yesterday. If it is one day later, you will be out in the rain all night."
She thinks this little guy has good luck and seems to have a good affinity with her.
It's just a little strange that this chick doesn't seem to call. Yesterday, she read a lot of information about bird breeding on the Internet, thinking that the chicks would chat endlessly, but her birds didn't say anything, as if they were dumb.
Shall we go to the pet hospital? I don’t know if the doctor in the pet hospital will treat the crow...
Mu Zi thought while feeding.
After feeding some steamed millet with egg yolk, Mu Zi turned on the computer as before and checked the old files she had worked on.
The little crow stared at her.
Mu Zi thought it was funny, and deliberately changed the place with the tablet, and the little crow turned his head around——
Mu Zi went to the left, it looked left.
Mu Zi turned to the right, it looked to the right.
Its sight is always locked on her.
"Does this already know me?" Mu Zi smiled slightly, feeling happy, "What a smart little guy."
Then he thought again, Murong Cheng was going to feed the python to such a clever bird.
It's cruel.
"You have to be careful of that pervert in the future." Mu Zi lightly tapped the little crow's bald head, exhorting it, regardless of whether it understood it or not.
After playing with the birds for a while, she continued to read the files, guessing that the time was almost up, and fed the little crow again.
During breakfast, Mu Zi received a call from Jiang Ci.
"An appointment has been made. The Jiang family will arrive at the law firm at ten in the morning. Is it convenient for you?"
Mu Zi looked up at the time, "Well, if there is no traffic jam, it should be no problem. If I'm late, let Xiaoming talk to them first."
Mingjun Law Firm was founded by Jiang Ci’s cousin Qu Mingjun, who is usually called Xiaoming.
"Okay, see you then." Jiang Ci hung up the phone neatly.
With Jiang Huan's case in mind, Mu Zi hurriedly returned to the room to change clothes with a few mouthfuls of porridge left in his bowl.
She deliberately picked a gray striped shirt to make herself look less childish, but this face is too slick, and she looks pure, charming, and naturally beautiful no matter how she looks up.
I don't know if it was an illusion. When looking in the mirror, Mu Zi was dazed to feel that the brows and eyes in the mirror were faintly similar to his previous self.
It is said that the appearance is born from the heart, does the soul change, the skin appearance will also change?
This question is so profound that Mu Zi couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it again.
She changed her clothes, carried her bag, then picked up the lunch box and went downstairs, placing the little crow next to a pot of hanging radish in the living room.
"Mom, when I go out, I remember to feed the birds for me. Feed them every hour. The egg yolk millet must be steamed and heated. It cannot be eaten cold." Mu Zi told Bai Wei.
Bai Wei listened carefully and asked, "Do I need to feed water?"
Mu Zi thought for a while, "Well, a few drops will do."
All accounted for, Mu Zi is about to go out.
She changed her shoes in the hallway, just took a step when she opened the door, and a scream suddenly sounded behind her!
"Yeah!-Yeah! -"
Mu Zi was taken aback and hurried back to take a look.
The little crow in the lunch box stretched his neck vigorously, his mouth wide open! The cry is extremely tragic!
It saw Mu Zi, and suddenly stopped screaming. Tuan was motionless in the lunch box, staring at Mu Zi with black eyes.
Bai Wei was frightened and patted her chest and said, "Such a small, so loud voice... Zizi, it must treat you as a mother and cannot do without you."