It’s So Noisy, A Friend Gave Me a Pearl Bird – CH70

Chapter 70: Extra — What to Do When Big Brother Turns into a Bird (2)

This was the first time in Yanyan’s bird life that he had ever seen a bird fall straight down and fail to fly.

At least back when his brothers and sisters were learning to fly, none of them had ever just… dropped like that.

He hurriedly flew over to Si Jingce and gently rubbed his cheek with his beak.
“Brother, did that hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Si Jingce shook his head. “There’s a carpet.”

Yanyan liked walking barefoot, and in winter he could easily catch a cold, so Si Jingce had laid a large carpet in the living room.

Cleaning it was troublesome, but it was better than getting sick and spending thousands.

Now it had saved him too—otherwise he would’ve splatted into a bird pancake…

Yanyan said worriedly, “What are we going to do… birds can’t not know how to fly.”

And who knew when Si Jingce would turn back?

Of course, Si Jingce understood that.

Some people trim parrots’ wings, but parrots are good climbers. Zebra finches, on the other hand—if they can’t fly… that’s a disaster.

Si Jingce flapped his wings. “Teach me again.”

At a time like this, Yanyan was especially eager to be a teacher. The little finch chuckled and spread his wings.

He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
“First, forget your human identity. Fully immerse yourself as a bird. Your hands have become wings—spread them, and you can soar through the sky.”

Si Jingce copied him and closed his eyes too.

Everything was dark. No blue sky in sight.

The two birds stood foolishly on the carpet, wings outstretched, meditating.

“Well?” After a while, Yanyan asked expectantly. “Do you feel like a bird now?”

Si Jingce replied honestly, “No.”

“Then you’re not sincere enough,” Yanyan said with disappointment, like a teacher facing a failing student. “Forget it, let’s move to the next step.”

He began flapping his wings.
“Next, you need to get used to your wings and turn them into tools for flying.”

With just a few flaps, Yanyan lifted into the air.

“Relax your body and flap,” he instructed. “Flying is actually easy.”

Now it was Si Jingce’s turn.

He flapped, jumped—

didn’t fly.

He kept flapping and jumping, but gravity pulled him down every time.

Si Jingce froze for a moment. He hadn’t expected his Waterloo to be here.

Yanyan: …

This is bad. Brother is going to become a full-time ground bird.

“It’s okay,” Si Jingce comforted him instead. “I’ll practice these next few days.”

That was the only option.

Yanyan’s thoughts wandered: “So I get to carry you around every day now? Hehe.”

Si Jingce: “…That’s correct.”

It’s just turning into a bird, not a big deal.

—

Yanyan quickly relaxed and began seriously observing Si Jingce’s bird form.

They were both tan zebra finches. Even though they looked similar, Yanyan felt brother’s bird form was especially good-looking.

Just as good-looking as himself!

The little finch crept closer, pecked his cheek a few times, smoothed his feathers, and was reluctant to leave.

“It’s actually pretty nice that brother turned into a bird,” Yanyan said. “Now I can show you my nest!”

—

Even after becoming human, Yanyan still loved the coconut-shell nest Si Jingce had bought him.

The two birds walked to the cage. The door wasn’t locked—Yanyan easily opened it and flew into his nest.

He tucked his claws in and curled into a fluffy ball.

Looking down, he saw Si Jingce still below, staring up.

Ah. Forgot—Brother is a ground bird.

Yanyan dug out a piece of cuttlebone he had hidden, bit one end, and lowered it.

“Jiu… jiu!” he mumbled, signaling Si Jingce to grab the other end.

Si Jingce understood and bit it.

Once secured, Yanyan kicked his legs wildly and dragged him up into the nest.

The moment Si Jingce got in, Yanyan used too much force and rolled into the corner, burying himself in the bedding.

He popped back up.
“How is it? The coconut shell is luxurious, right?”

It really was.

Si Jingce stepped on the bedding and sank slightly.

Yanyan was a nest-building genius—the nest was clean and comfortable.

Si Jingce relaxed and was about to nap when he suddenly smelled something.

Opening his eyes, he saw a potato chip bigger than himself.

Behind it, a bird head popped up.

“Brother, want a snack?”

Where did that come from?

Si Jingce bit it. The chip only suffered minor damage.

“Still crispy,” he said. “Didn’t even get damp.”

—

It was already spring, and humidity had increased. Some days the house felt like a water cave.

Yet the chip was still crisp.

Si Jingce suddenly realized something and began rummaging through the nest.

He found marshmallows, chocolates, a bit of cake—

and most telling, beef jerky.

He remembered this jerky—Yanyan had opened it that morning and only eaten two pieces before being stopped.

Seeing his expression, Yanyan slowly burrowed into the coconut fibers.

“Confess,” Si Jingce said, biting his tail feathers. “Why are there so many snacks in your nest?”

“I saved them bit by bit!” Yanyan raised his voice guiltily. “What, you think I sneak food here every morning, turn into a bird, and hide to eat snacks?!”

Si Jingce: …

He confessed everything before even being interrogated.

“I’m not blaming you,” Si Jingce said gently. “But food in the nest isn’t hygienic. Eat outside from now on.”

Once he turned back, he was definitely going to do a surprise inspection.

—

With a smaller body came a smaller appetite.

After birdseed and a few bites of chips, Si Jingce was full.

Yanyan, however, kept eating—while staying extremely alert.

Any noise, and he would immediately hide the snacks behind a stone, then sheepishly bring them back out once things were safe.

His movements were far too practiced.

Si Jingce wondered if he had been too strict with snack control.

But without limits, this little bird could eat eight bags of chips, two packs of jerky, and a whole basket of mandarins.

—

“I’m still hungry…” Yanyan sighed. “What do we do? Brother turned into a bird—no one cooks anymore.”

Usually Si Jingce handled meals, while Yanyan “helped” by sneaking bites.

Cooking alone?

Yanyan fell silent.

He was afraid he’d poison him.

“Let’s just eat bird food—” Si Jingce paused, thinking of Yanyan’s appetite. “Forget it. Special situation. Let’s order delivery.”

“Ah…” Yanyan said, pretending to be disappointed. “Guess we have no choice.”

He rubbed against Si Jingce’s feathers.
“It’s so far to the bedroom… can we sleep in the nest together tonight?”

—

Sleeping in the nest together was a novel experience, but Si Jingce agreed without hesitation.

It was too comfortable.

Yanyan dug out a piece of cloth and covered him with it.

Si Jingce laughed. “You really have everything here.”

“You haven’t even seen my full bird treasure stash yet!”

After gaining the ability to turn human, Yanyan had made his nest even more convenient—stuffing it with all kinds of things.

He tucked Si Jingce in, then burrowed in from the other side and snuggled close.

Two warm fluffy balls pressed together—it was unbelievably cozy.

—

Yanyan’s thoughts changed quickly.

Just moments ago, he thought turning into a bird was inconvenient.

Now, he felt it was amazing.

They could learn to fly together, share snacks in the nest, and sleep when tired.

Leaning against Si Jingce’s soft chest, Yanyan shifted into a comfortable position.

The round coconut shell was no longer just his alone.

—

Suddenly, he felt Si Jingce squeeze closer.

Was there not enough space?

Yanyan shifted aside.

After a moment, Si Jingce squeezed closer again.

Yanyan moved again.

Until finally—he was pressed against the wall of the coconut shell.

Yanyan: ?

He looked at Si Jingce.

The “Brother bird” showed no reaction—just kept instinctively scooting closer, wanting to snuggle.

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