Chapter 10 Little Golden Eagle: I don’t want to move, my heart is dead The next day, early morning. The wind in Xinjiang is dry, but when it blows through the leaves in the forest, it always brings a slight sense of moisture. Chen Chuan washed up and had breakfast in the morning breeze. But when he looked at the time, it was just past six o'clock, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Now, I go to bed early and get up early, but I don't know what to do." When I was working in the past, the worst that could happen was this wake-up call. Then, just like today, everything would be ready. Lying in the recliner, enjoying the tranquility and comfort, his mind gradually became empty. Since it was still early, he was not in a hurry to patrol the mountain. Everything could be done slowly. "唳~"
On the roof, the little golden eagle flapped its wings and barely landed in his arms. Chen Chuan touched its fur and sat up. "How's it going? Are you feeling better?" He sat up and checked the wound on the little golden eagle's leg. The injury has recovered well, but if its legs are touched, the little golden eagle will still have a corresponding stress response. You can see that it still hurts. Thinking that the bandage had been needed for some time, he let the little golden eagle stay on the recliner and went into the house to get the medical kit. When the little golden eagle saw the box, it didn't react at first, but when it saw Chen Chuan open the box and take out the medical equipment. His already sharp eyes became even sharper. It spread its wings as if it was about to take off and escape. Chen Chuan simply grabbed the back of its neck. "Why are you flying? You can hardly fly two meters. Just stay here and I'll change your bandages." Realizing that it could not escape Chen Chuan's clutches, the little golden eagle immediately changed its formation and put on a pitiful look. The last time it was bandaged, it hurt itself and was scared. "Alright, alright. After all, you are a majestic golden eagle. Can you show some dignity?" Chen Chuan stretched out his hand and stroked the other person's hair to make him relax. It must be said that the hair of animals, especially birds, feels really handsome to touch. Thinking this in his mind, Chen Chuan was doing two things at once, and his other hand quietly reached out to the little golden eagle's leg. "Wow!"
An eagle's cry pierced through the woods and reached the clouds. The birds on the treetops were startled and flew away in panic. Below, the little golden eagle was lying on a chair, looking up at the sky, with a look of despair. It stopped struggling and let Chen Chuan do whatever he wanted. "See? It only hurt a little bit, it only hurt for a moment, and now it doesn't hurt at all." Little Golden Eagle: . . . It didn't want to move, his heart was dead. "The wound is healing very well. It has gotten smaller and new flesh is growing actively." "It was disinfected before, and now there is no sign of inflammation or pus. If it continues like this, it will probably be fully recovered in ten days or half a month." This physical fitness is worthy of being a bird of prey. If a human were to suffer such an injury, how could he recover so quickly? Chen Chuan sighed, picked up the bandages and iodine from the box, and started a new round of bandaging for the little golden eagle. His movements were gentle, and although they would pass over the wound, he was determined not to hurt the little golden eagle. Looking at its half-dead appearance, it was clear that it was just pretending to be dead. If Chen Chuan were to use a harder blow now, it would probably jump up immediately. "All right." After the wound was treated, the little golden eagle was like it had drunk Pulse. It flapped its wings and turned from a dead bird into a stupid bird. However, contrary to Chen Chuan's expectation, it did not leave immediately, but flapped its wings and flew to Chen Chuan's shoulder. The intact leg exerted force and leaned on Chen Chuan. Chen Chuan smiled and held it in his arms, stroking its fur and feeling its closeness to him. Coincidentally, the sunlight of the rising sun shone through the woods and onto the feathers of the little golden eagle. The black-gold feathers immediately emitted a dazzling golden light when they came into contact with the sunlight. It is often difficult for people to be open and frank with each other, but this is not the case between humans and animals. Simple animals will not have any bad thoughts towards their close owners. Looking at the little golden eagle, Chen Chuan suddenly felt a little melancholy. If nothing unexpected happens, the little golden eagle's injury will be almost healed after a while. By then, as a bird of prey in the sky, it will return to nature. But after spending two or three days together, it would be a lie to say that I have no feelings for this little guy. In Chen Chuan's heart, he was hoping that he could take off, fly into the sky, and fly towards freedom. After all, it can be seen from the fact that it has an injury on its leg but still wants to move around. Birds all yearn for freedom. But at the same time, he felt a little reluctant to let go of this little guy. "Forget it. Things will work out when the time comes. I will stay in Altay from now on. Even if the little golden eagle wants to leave, I will still be able to see him." After touching the little golden eagle's head, a black and white dog's head popped up on the side, and a pair of dog eyes looked at Chen Chuan's other hand.
"You come join in the fun too." After rubbing the Husky's head, Chen Chuan suddenly realized a problem. This silly dog has a name, so you should give this silly bird a name. He held the little golden eagle in both hands and let its wise eyes look into his own. "You said you wanted to give you a name, what would be a good name?" He looked it up and down. "How about calling you Spearow? No, this Pokémon's name doesn't suit you. You're more handsome than Liewang." "Since you are an eagle, why don't we call you... the Divine Eagle?" "Or if you stand behind Erha and are covered in gold, we'll call you Sanjin." The little golden eagle tilted its head and blinked its wise eyes. Chen Chuan knew that the other party didn't understand either, so he just picked one at random and glanced at its injured leg. "When I met you, one of your legs was injured. Why not call you Broken Claw? It's a good name, and it fits the temperament of a bird of prey." Unexpectedly, the little golden eagle noticed Chen Chuan's eyes and thought that he was going to attack its legs again, so it started to attack it quickly. Chen Chuan felt helpless. "Okay, okay, let's change the name." Reaching out, she ruffled the hair on his head to soothe it. The more he tried, the harder it was to get the hair off the little golden eagle's head. No matter how smooth the other hairs around it were, this one hair just wouldn't fall off. Chen Chuan had noticed it before, but he hadn't observed it carefully. Now that he saw it, it actually aroused his competitive spirit. He got some water and stroked it on the little golden eagle's head. Great, that tuft of hair still stands tall on the chest. Chen Chuan's eyes flashed. "How about you just call yourself Daimao?" Hearing this, the little golden eagle looked very happy, flapping its wings and nodding, as if it was very satisfied with the name. Chen Chuan was also satisfied. "Well, as long as you are satisfied." Dai Mao's inner thoughts: As long as you don't get my head wet, you can scream whatever you want. (End of this chapter)