Chapter 566

William Wolff was haggard and shaky in his garden on crutches.

He hasn't stood up from his wheelchair for a long time.

Today's weather is good. Several white clouds hang leisurely in the tile blue sky. The sun is not warm. The newly trimmed lawn is very soft. Several crows jump on the trees not far away.

The stubborn old man drove everyone away, except a maid who followed closely behind William wolf and was ready to help him.

"Stay away from me! How many times do I have to stand by myself!" he shouted at the bodyguards and servants. "If you don't trust me, let Martha follow me."

Even his son, Kui Wolff, the appointed successor of the family, could only stand by the garden and watch from a distance. Fortunately, this is Vancouver. No one dares to come here to talk about the wolf family. Except for the people trusted by old wolf, even cats will not be let in within a radius of two kilometers.

Of course, except birds.

Those free little guys fly around in the sky, chirping and noisy, like children who can never be quiet. However, it also brought vitality to the quiet garden. They didn't care what the poor old man below could only walk in small steps of no more than one palm and would be blown down by the wind at any time.

A crow croaked a few times.

Huang Liang looked up and thought of Qingmu's coal boss. In fact, he had not seen the real body of the magical crow. He had seen it in a dream for the first time. Later in prison, he went through another life. In that life, he saw specimens of dead crows. Now I think that kind of feeling is dreaming, but he knows it must be more than just dreaming.

Carefully counting the days, he has escaped from prison for more than two years. He hasn't seen Aoki for more than two years. Logically, he doesn't need to be responsible for the agreement between him and Aoki. In fact, he and Aoki haven't seen each other several times and can't talk about deep friendship, but he just feels that only Aoki is trustworthy in the world.

Since he escaped from prison, there has always been a deep sense of loneliness haunting 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. He doesn't know his destiny, but he can't get rid of it.

He glanced at qui wolf next to him. This burly guy is a friend worth making. He has many similarities with him. But the word "friend" is so extravagant for them, especially Huangliang. He is not even sure whether he is a "person".

A gray pigeon suddenly burst in and fell on the lawn in the garden. With one foot, she looked at the people here curiously.

"Your pigeon?" Huang Liang asked.

"All our pigeons are white, and the pigeon farm is not in Vancouver," Hong Kui said.

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

"Communication is so developed, who still sends messages with pigeons!"

"Then why do you keep pigeons?"

"Our family originated in Alaska. In the age of underdeveloped communication, it was almost isolated from the south. After our ancestors came to the south, they began to raise carrier pigeons that can adapt to the cold climate to facilitate north-south communication. We have special pigeon farms and trainers, which has become a tradition and has been maintained, but the scale is not as large as before, and communication has been lost The function of the letter. "

Old wolf was still walking shakily with hard little steps, and Martha, the maid, followed him nervously, keeping a distance of two positions.

"Your father is really a stubborn man," said Huang Liang.

"It's inevitable when people are old. Besides, he has always been a man of one word and likes to control everything, but now he can't even control his own body."

"He works hard and will get better."

"It's all thanks to you. My father is very grateful to you. He just doesn't like to say sarcastic words."

Huang Liang smiled, looked at the old man staggering on the flat grass and exclaimed that life is really a cycle. The older people are, the more like children!

The pigeon was still on the lawn and was not disturbed by someone. He tilted his head and looked at it for a while. He probably felt that the old man nearest to him was difficult to walk and would not pose a threat to him. He swaggered around on the lawn, looking for food in the grass.

When the old man came to it, it didn't hide. Seeing that the old man's foot was about to step on it, it suddenly jumped gently and jumped to the side. Instead, it made the old man stumble and almost fell. However, it looked up provocatively and cooed a few times.

Martha hurried forward to hold wolf, but the old man pushed her away. He waved his crutch angrily, "shoo - shoo -" to drive away, but the bird still didn't go, so angry that he shouted, "get out!"

Martha looked at Hong Kui a little wronged. Hong Kui was going to go up to persuade his father, but Huang Liang stopped him.

"It's good for his health to let him vent. After so long, he's either lying in bed or sitting in a wheelchair. He's already bent and broken. It's not easy to go by himself!"

Hong Kui stopped and nodded to Martha to show that he didn't worry.

Old wolf was panting on crutches, but there was nothing he could do to take 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.

"Domesticated..." Hong Kui is not sure. He was not very interested in raising birds, except that after meeting the magical coal boss in Aoki, he returned to Canada to study crows for a while - there are many crows in Canada - but he failed to domesticate them successfully, and then it ended. The animals he is most interested in are wolves, especially white wolves from cold areas.

Huang Liang also felt that wild pigeons would not be so afraid of being born. He turned his eyes to Martha, the natural and beautiful maid. If she changed clothes and appeared on other occasions, people would think she was the daughter of which family, but she was just an ordinary servant in the Wolff family manor. She waited carefully under the eyes of old Wolff Jiong every day for fear of making any mistakes. However, it is really a strange thing that she is the most trusted person of old wolf except his own son.

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

"It's been years," said Hong Kui, "Her father was a gangster in Chicago who was shot and killed. Her mother found my father, and they had no way to live. My father took them in and later avenged them. Her mother died soon, and Martha stayed to help in the manor. Her father was always strict with her, but trusted her very much. Strictly speaking, she didn't want to die." It's not 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 traveling pigeon in the world."

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

"Before white Europeans landed in America, there were more than 5 billion North American pigeons. Every autumn, they began to fly south from northeast Canada to Florida and Mexico for the winter. They flocked in groups, each with more than 100 million pigeons. When they flew, they covered the sky and formed a pigeon cloud more than 6 kilometers long and 1.5 kilometers wide."

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

"In the 17th century, after Europeans who landed in America discovered the delicious taste of pigeons, the nightmare of traveling pigeons began. In 1900, a 14-year-old boy in Ohio killed the last recorded wild traveling pigeon with an air gun. By 1910, there was only one wild hotel in captivity. The name of this one was' Martha '. She lived alone and had no relatives, No friends, no kind... Until it dies, their population will be completely extinct. "

Hong Kui's eyes suddenly flashed a blue light. "It's strange that many large biological populations in North America were extinct almost at the same time in the early 20th century - traveling pigeons, Rocky Mountain locusts... And Kenai mountain wolves!"