Chapter 347: The Time I Thought Happiness Came So Naturally
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was just over half an hour before the plane landed.
The stylish lady with blonde hair and green eyes put out a small b for her smooth blonde hair and the creaking static noises were heard. After putting her b into her handbag, she fumbled out a bunch of jars and bottles filled with cosmetic products and started to refine her makeup elaborately in front of her small mirror. Richard couldn't help but think that maybe her boyfriend— or girlfriend! — was waiting for her at the Los Angeles International Airport?
Not only her, but other passengers were preparing to get off the plane. Walking back and forth down the aisles, they were waiting in queue for the bathrooms. Sometimes, one or two brats wanted to pull at Richard's tail, but it dodged their grabbing hands flexibly.
Not a fan of the scents of cosmetics or brats like Yi Le, Richard wanted to go to a quiet place close to the porthole.
Fina was taking a nap on her seat closest to the porthole, while Zhang Zian was sleeping with his mouth open in the middle seat. Richard decided to bully the weak one. It fluttered its wings and landed on Zhang Zian's shoulder, looking at the brown coastline beneath the skyline afar through the porthole.
Suddenly, it noticed its own figure in the reflection of the porthole—its whole body was covered with light grey feathers, and its dark red tail feathers appeared very perky.
It looked at its body carefully, lowered its head, and used its beak to b through the disheveled feathers on its chest.
"Stop it." Zhang Zian sensed its movement. Half asleep, he opened his eyes, wiped off his saliva, and muttered.
Richard didn't bother to care about this man, who was always at the bottom of the food chain of the pet shop.
It remembered the day when it looked in the mirror for the first time in its life.
At that time, it hadn't acquired the intelligence to know that it was a 'parrot', nor did it have the concept of how a parrot looked like in its head. When it saw its figure in the mirror for the first time, it thought another creature had intruded its body. It was so scared that it shivered in the corner.
"Oh, darling, don't be afraid, it is you." Wearing her white coat, she was amused by its response and held it tightly in her arms, whispering to it softly.
"Alex, look, this is you, you are a parrot."
With her tender words, it felt like it was not as frightened as before. It was being trained to identify colors, so it asked, "What... color?"
"Oh! Alex, you always surprise me! This is grey, look, your feathers are grey."
"e on, cutie pie, you've got another name—'Grey'!"
That day was the first time it had looked in the mirror and it had remembered the color grey ever since. This gave it another nickname, "Grey
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