The store where bao''er stops specializes in pet birds.

    The store is not big, but under the eaves, on the trusses and between the branches are full of large and small bird cages and bird racks, in which pet birds such as parrots, larks, hibiscus, acacia, wenniao, thrushes and Orioles jump around, or draw water for food, or sing loudly. It is a vibrant scene.

    Zuo Yi leaned over and asked, "baby, what''s the matter?"

    Bao''er hesitated, raised his small hand and said, "Dad, this bird is so poor."

    Her eyes were full of sympathy.

    Zuo Yi looked in the direction of the little girl''s finger and saw a parrot standing on the bird rack in the corner.

    This is a beautiful tiger skin parrot. It has yellow and green feathers. Its upper body is covered with yellow and black stripes. The color is very bright. It is also tied with a small silver chain on its left foot.

    But the tiger skin parrot''s mental state was obviously very poor. It looked wan, didn''t shout or jump, and trembled as if it would fall from the bird rack at any time.

    It forms a sharp contrast with several lively peers nearby.

    Zuo Yi doesn''t know how bao''er suddenly noticed the tiger skin parrot. He opened his vision, glanced at it, nodded and said, "it''s sick."

    It''s not just sick, it''s about to die!

    In Zuo Yi''s vision, the life flame of this tiger skin parrot is like a spark in the wind, which is likely to be extinguished at the next moment.

    "Well..."

    Bao''er stared at it and bit his little finger. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn''t dare to say it.

    Zuo Yi smiled.

    He was about to speak, but a hoarse voice came next to him: "little girl, your eyes are good. My parrot is not an ordinary tiger skin, but a native purebred from Australia. Do you think it is very beautiful?"

    It was a dry old man, wearing black cloth shoes, a short mandarin jacket, a hunchback, squinting eyes and a smile. He was obviously the owner of this pet shop.

    He noticed bao''er''s eyes just now. He was secretly happy. He hurried up and tried to deceive: "if you like, you can take it home and have fun. I''ll give you a bird cage!"

    Woof!

    Tech, who was guarding bao''er, suddenly barked and looked ferocious in his small eyes: looking for death!

    "Ah!"

    The old man in mandarin jacket who had just come over was suddenly frightened, his face turned white, and subconsciously stepped back two steps.

    Almost fell.

    When he saw clearly that it was a small milk dog that frightened him, his old face turned red again: "really..."

    What a shame.

    Bao''er pulled the dog rope with some embarrassment and gently scolded, "Artest."

    Tech grunted twice and turned his head against her little foot.

    Zuo Yi smiled and asked, "boss, how do you sell the tiger skin parrot that won''t live tomorrow?"

    "What''s your name?"

    The old man in mandarin jacket turned purple: "my parrot is very clever. How can I live well but tomorrow..."

    "I''ll take twenty."

    Zuo Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and directly offered the price.

    Zuo Qingyun used to raise two thrushes at home. Therefore, Zuo Yi occasionally went to the flower and bird market to buy some bird food, so she knows a little about pet birds.

    "Twenty?"

    The old man in mandarin jacket was purple and black, as if he had been greatly insulted, and his voice was raised: "I tell you, I''m an authentic Native purebred of Australia, and I don''t have that number..."

    He opened his right palm to Zuo Yi and continued, "you can''t take it without this number!"

    A pair of small eyes stared round, with a sonorous and powerful voice and an iron face!

    However, Zuo Yi remained unmoved: "then 30. I don''t want any more. Keep it for dinner."

    This tiger skin parrot belongs to an ordinary variety. The normal price is 341, and it has to be lively.

    "You really..."

    The old man in mandarin jacket was so angry that he shouted at the top of his voice, "do you know how much my shop rents a day?"

    "Come on, come on."

    A middle-aged shopkeeper who watched the excitement next door couldn''t stand it anymore. Holding a teapot, he joked: "boss sun, people''s eyes are bright. Don''t think about fooling again. If you should do it, you can''t really keep it for dinner?"

    He had a bit of a quarrel with the old man in mandarin jacket, so he took the opportunity to make a mockery.

    In addition, it''s really hard to see. Anyone can see that the tiger skin parrot is about to belch. Old man sun is still trying to kill people. It''s not a valuable thing. It''s too cheap!

    "I''ll leave it for you!"

    The old man in mandarin jacket choked back and said to Zuo Yi angrily, "fifty is good. I''ll give you a bird rack."

    It''s too cheap for you.

    In fact, that broken bird rack is not worth a few dollars.

    But Zuo Yi didn''t agree: "just thirty. Don''t sell it. I don''t want the bird rack either."

    He just said that he would not do it if it was more than thirty. Of course, he should keep his promise - this is a matter of principle.

    "You..."

    The old man in Mandarin coat bared his eyes and stared at Zuo Yi, as if the latter were his great enemy of life and death.

    The air has solidified.

    After a while, he waved his hand in hatred and said, "take it away!"

    Zuo Yi is really neither laughing nor laughing. Dozens of things need to be like hundreds of millions of contract negotiations.

    It''s all drama!

    Zuo Yi takes out his mobile phone to scan the code, pays 30 yuan, and then takes the sick tiger skin parrot.

    The tiger skin parrot has no resistance at all.

    The old man in mandarin jacket has sharp eyes: "return the bird chain to me. This doesn''t count!"

    Zuo Yi shook his head silently, took off the bird chain worth up to one or two yuan and gave it back to the other party.

    The old man in mandarin jacket took the bird chain and glanced at Zuo Yi proudly. He was happy: do you say you are stupid or I am stupid?

    He just sold the tiger skin parrot. He doesn''t know what''s wrong with it. He hasn''t eaten or drunk in the past two days. As Zuo Yi said, he may not survive tomorrow.

    Now it is sold to Zuo Yi at the normal price. The old man has a sense of superiority in IQ.

    The middle-aged shopkeeper next door picked up the teapot and drank wolfberry tea. Xiang Zuoyi looked like a fool: he knew the bird was dead, but he paid for it!

    Pet children are not so spoiled. If the parrot dies tomorrow, the child can''t cry to death?

    You have to spend money again!

    However, Zuo Yi didn''t care about other people''s eyes at all. He squatted down with a tiger skin parrot in his left hand, smiled and said to the little girl, "dad bought it, shall we take it home?"

    "Ah."

    Bao''er gave a soft cry. She stretched out her hand and carefully touched the wings of the tiger skin parrot. She asked anxiously, "Dad, didn''t you say he was ill? Should he be sent to the hospital first?"

    "No."

    Zuo Yi shook his head. "Dad can cure it."

    Then his right thumb wiped on the beak of the tiger skin parrot, and his fingertips flashed two faint lights quickly.

    Bao''er opened her eyes wide and stared curiously at the parrot in Zuo Yi''s hand.

    Under her gaze, the tiger skin parrot, which would swallow at any time, suddenly spread its wings.

    Its originally dim eyes glowed with a bright and flexible look, as if it had just been reborn, emitting a strong vitality and vitality.

    Rush!

    When Zuo Yi opened his palm, the tiger skin parrot immediately jumped up and flew up.

    It flew around bao''er twice in the air happily and chirped, "bao''er, thank you!"

    The sound is crisp and pleasant, and the words are correct and round!

    "Ah?"

    Bao''er was silly and asked, "you, how do you know my name?"

    "Hee hee!"

    The tiger skin parrot converged its wings and landed steadily on her shoulder. It raised its beautiful feathers, rubbed her neck with its head, opened its mouth and said, "guess, guess."

    Bao''er has been fascinated by the little guy. He subconsciously shook his head and said, "I can''t guess."

    Clang!

    The teapot in the hand of the middle-aged shopkeeper next door fell to the ground, and the tea mixed with medlar flowed everywhere.

    But he was unconscious and stunned.

    The old man in mandarin jacket was worse than the middle-aged shopkeeper. A pair of small eyes stared into goldfish eyes. The only muscles on his face twitched, tongue tied and completely speechless.

    Where is the pride of success.

    "This, this..."

    With trembling fingers, he pointed to the tiger skin parrot playing with bao''er. His heart was as painful as a twist!

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