Dreamland Guide

William Wolfe described withered, walking tremblingly in his garden with a cane.

It has been a long time since he got up from his wheelchair.

Today's weather is good. A few white clouds are hanging in the blue sky. The sun is tepid. The lawn that has just been trimmed is very soft. A few crows leaps on the trees not far away.

Except for a servant maid who followed closely behind William Wolfe and was ready to help at any time, everyone else was driven away by the stubborn old man.

"Stay away from me! How many times do I have chances to stand by myself!" He yelled at the bodyguard and servants, "If you don't worry, let Martha follow me."

Even his son—the imperial successor—Quy Wolff could only stand by the garden and watch from afar. Fortunately, this is Vancouver. No one dared to come here to play the idea of ​​the Wolf family. In this garden, except for people trusted by Old Wolf, even a cat would not be put in within a radius of two kilometers.

Of course, except for birds.

Those free little guys are flying around in the sky, chattering and noisy, like children who can never be quiet. But this also brought the anger to the quiet garden, they didn't care about the poor old man below who could only take small steps of no more than a palm and be blown down by the wind at any time.

A crow croaked several times.

Huang Liang raised his head and glanced, thinking of Qingmu's coal boss. He hadn't actually seen the real body of the magical crow, he had been in a dream since the first time he saw it. Later in prison, he went through another life. In that lifetime, he saw a specimen of a dead crow. Thinking about it now, that feeling was dreaming, but he knew that it must be more than just dreaming.

Counting the days carefully, he has been out of prison for more than two years. In the past two years, he has not seen Aoki. It stands to reason that he doesn't need to be responsible for the agreement between him and Aoki, and he and Aoki have never met a few times. There is no close friendship, but he just thinks that only Aoki is trustworthy in this world.

Since breaking out of prison, there has always been a deep sense of loneliness lingering in Huang Liang's heart. He is like a lonely walker walking in the ice and snow, like a lonely meteorite floating in the dark universe, not knowing his destiny, but unable to get rid of it.

He glanced at Quay Wolfe next to him. This burly guy is a worthy friend. He has many similarities with him. But the term friend is so extravagant to them, especially Huang Liang, he is not even sure whether he is a "person" or not.

A grey pigeon burst in suddenly, and fell on the lawn in the garden, holding one foot, looking at the people here curiously.

"Your pigeon?" Huang Liang asked.

"The pigeons we raise are all white, and the pigeon farm is not in Vancouver." Hong Kui said.

"Oh, I thought it was here to deliver the letter."

"Communications are so developed, who would use pigeons to deliver letters!"

"Then what do you do with pigeons?"

"Our family originated in Alaska. In the era when communication was underdeveloped, it was almost isolated from the South. After our ancestors came to the South, they began to raise homing pigeons that could adapt to the cold climate to facilitate North-South communication. We have special breeding facilities. The pigeon farm and trainers, this has become a tradition that has been maintained, but the scale is not as good as before, and the communication function has been lost."

Old Wolf was still walking tremblingly with difficult small steps, and the maid Masha followed him nervously, keeping the distance between the two positions.

"Your father is really a stubborn person." Huang Liang said.

"It's inevitable that people will be like this when they are old. Besides, he has always been a one-and-one person, likes everything under control, but now he can't even control his body."

"He works hard and will get better."

"This is all thanks to you. My father is very grateful to you. He just doesn't like to say nasty things."

Huang Liang laughed and looked at the old man who was staggering on the flat grass, lamenting that life is really a cycle. The older the person, the more like a child!

The pigeon was still on the lawn, and it was not disturbed by anyone. It tilted its head and looked at it for a while, probably thinking that the old man closest to it would have difficulty walking and would not pose a threat to it, so it swaggered around on the lawn, looking for food in the grass.

When the old man walked up to it, it didn’t hide. He saw that the old man’s feet were about to step on it. Then he suddenly jumped slightly and jumped to the side. On the contrary, the old man staggered and almost fell. But he raised his head provocatively, and yelled a few times.

Martha hurried forward to support Wolfe, but was pushed away by the old man. He waved his cane angrily, and drove him away with "Shoo——Shoo——", but the bird still didn't leave, so angrily that he yelled, "Getout!"

Masha looked at Hong Kui aggrievedly. Hong Kui was about to go up to persuade his father, but was stopped by Huang Liang.

"Let him vent a bit, it is good for the body. After so long, either lying in bed or sitting in a wheelchair, he has been suffocated long ago, and finally he can leave by himself!"

Hong Kui stopped and nodded to Martha not to worry.

Old Wolf was panting and leaning on crutches, but there was nothing to do with the pigeon in front of him.

"I heard that there are many wild pigeons in Canada. Are they only wild or domestic?" Huang Liang asked.

"Domestic..." Hong Kui was also not sure. He is not very interested in raising birds, except that after meeting the magical coal boss from Aoki, he went back to Canada to study crows-there are many crows in Canada-but he failed to domesticate it, and then he couldn't. That's it. The animals he is most interested in are wolves, especially white wolves from cold regions.

Huang Liang also felt that wild pigeons would not be so fearless. He turned his gaze to Martha-if this naturally beautiful maid changed her clothes and appeared on other occasions, people would have thought that she was an expensive daughter, but she was only a man in the Wolf family manor. Ordinary servants waited cautiously under the piercing eyes of Old Wolf every day, for fear of making any mistakes. However, she was the most trusted person except for his son Old Wolf, which is really a strange thing.

"Has Martha served your father for a long time?" Huang Liang asked.

"It's been a few years," Hong Kui said. "Her father was a small gang leader in Chicago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and was shot and killed. Her mother found my father, and they had no way to survive at that time. My father took them in and later helped them get revenge. Her mother died soon, and Martha stayed to help at the manor. His father was always strict with her, but he trusted her very much. Strictly speaking, She is neither a maid nor a servant, so she has a strange temperament."

"Also a poor woman."

"Yes, just like her name-Martha-the name of the last passenger pigeon in the world."

"Passenger pigeon?" Huang Liang looked at the gray pigeon on the lawn again.

"Before the European whites landed in the Americas, the number of North American passenger pigeons exceeded 5 billion. Every year in the fall, they fly south from the northeastern part of Canada to Florida and Mexico for the winter. They are in groups, and every flock of pigeons More than 100 million pigeons obscured the sky as they flew past, forming a dove cloud over six kilometers long and 1.5 kilometers wide in the sky."

Hong Kui raised his head and glanced at the clean sky in the distance.

"In the seventeenth century, the nightmare of passenger pigeons began when Europeans who landed in the Americas discovered the delicacy of pigeons. In 1900, a fourteen-year-old boy in Ohio killed the last recorded wild passenger pigeon with an air gun. By 1910, there was only one wild hotel left in captivity. This one was named'Martha'. She lived a life alone, without relatives, friends, or even the same kind...until it died , Their population is completely extinct."

A blue light flashed in Hong Kui’s eyes. “The strange thing is that there are many large biological populations in North America that became extinct at almost the same time in the early twentieth century-passenger pigeons, Rocky Mountain locusts... and Kenai Mountain wolves. !"

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