In the middle of the night, the hotel owner fell asleep. He got up quietly, opened the door of the birdcage and whispered to the parrot, "Get out quickly. Now you're free. You just need to fly to the sky, and the whole sky is yours. "
But this parrot is ungrateful at all. It not only pecked at the kind fighter with its sharp beak, but also gripped the cage with its two claws and kept shouting, "Freedom! Freedom! " The squeal scream alarmed the hotel owner, so the boxer had to let go of his injured hand and went back to his room in despair, muttering to himself, "It's really incomprehensible!"
Shortly after lying down, the parrot screamed for freedom outside the door, and the fighter's fighting spirit was immediately aroused. He crept to the front of the cage, immediately pulled the parrot out and threw it into the air quickly. The parrot circled in the air and soon disappeared into the darkness. The soldier went back to bed contentedly and was glad that he let a parrot go.
In the morning, the parrot's screams woke up the soldiers again. He was secretly happy. Maybe the parrot came back to thank him. Maybe it is falling on a tree or a stone. He couldn't help laughing at the thought of his boss's depression. After listening to the touching story report all afternoon, and the physical discomfort caused by the inexplicable cold, I really want to humiliate myself and play mahjong with them. . . It is said that it is customary. I guess I turned down mahjong a long time ago. I always feel that "mahjong" has something to do with cigar smoke, heavy make-up, idleness and loss of family members. It may be influenced by traditional ideas or film and television works. When I was eating, I remembered that in the past few years. ...