Several young geese kept pecking the biscuit crumbs on Mr. Mo's hand, and then turned around and left, playing near the boat with Doudou.

Mo Jianjun was naturally very happy to see his father so happy, because the stinky face he had been posing for a while has disappeared. His father seemed so happy as an innocent child who got his favorite toy.

Mo Jianjun knew his father very well and understood that his father had found a spiritual sustenance, which revealed his true nature.

Mo Jianjun, who had a little doubt about his father's staying here for a long time, had no objection at this time. As for the owner Cen Jiahua, Mo Jianjun became even more curious. It was really not easy for a college graduate in the city to create this foundation alone in the countryside.

Mo Jianjun didn't know much about the breeding industry, but it did not prevent him from analyzing Cen Jiahua's breeding farm with his own experience at work. Although he just glanced at it while passing by the island just now, the lively scene of the breeding farm still left a very deep impression on him.

Looking at the extraordinary temperament that Cen Jiahua faintly showed, Mo Jianjun, who was obsessed with people, naturally felt that Cen Jiahua was not a thing in the pool. There was a mobile phone signal on the dam, and the traffic was not too bad. In addition, other living conditions were also very good. Mo Jianjun was not too worried that he would entrust his father to this young man to take care of.

Because it was afternoon, this time was not the peak period for migratory birds to go back to the dam after getting enough time.

After returning to the dam, Cen Jiahua, Mo Jianjun, and Lu Jianguo took action together to clean up the room for Mr. Mo. Jianjun and Jianguo were really two very loud names. Seeing them busy around the room, Cen Jiahua couldn't help but smile a knowing smile appeared on his face.

After the room was cleaned up, Mo Jianjun, who was originally going to stay for dinner, had to drive back to the provincial capital with a little regret because he received an emergency call.

That night, Cen Jiahua specially caught a little hen in the chicken farm and stewed a large pot of dried mushrooms that he usually picked up in the forest. Adding a few golden tilapia and two plates of fresh vegetables, it was a welcome to Professor Mo.

After the last time Professor Mo had eaten at Cen Jiahua several times, he kept thinking about these tastes. This time he stayed here for a long time, which had some impact on this aspect.

Cen Jiahua has been constantly studying cooking skills over the past few months, which is a world of difference compared to before. In addition, some of these ingredients have grown up in the "spirit array", and they contain a lot of spiritual energy, which is really incomparable to ordinary ingredients.

Even though Cen Jiahua has average cooking skills, she cannot hold on to the good ingredients, so the taste of the dishes still makes Mr. Mo feel that it is unusual.

Cen Jiahua actually didn't have much resistance to Professor Mo's uninvited come, because he was a very casual person and would not care too much about Professor Mo's a little rude.

After all, through the contacts in the previous two days, Cen Jiahua could feel that Mr. Mo was still a easy person to get along with. Secondly, because he could have an extra chat, he would not seem too deserted on the dam.

The staff of the farm come to work every morning, eat at noon on the dam, and go home in the evening. When the huge reservoir arrives, only Cen Jiahua and Doudou are left alone, and Cen Jiahua doesn’t even have anyone to talk.

The last time Professor Mo came to the reservoir, he was already very familiar with Cen Jiahua. Cen Jiahua also had a good impression of this old man with a cute personality. At that time, he thought it was just a joke, but now Professor Mo took action, Cen Jiahua had no objection.

In this way, Mr. Mo became a new member of the dam and began his wonderful life in the Lotus Reservoir.

As time goes by, the craze caused by migratory birds gradually faded. After all, this is not the theme of people's lives. After seeing the freshness, everyone should do whatever they should do. Those who are thinking about migratory birds and teething sacrifices have never left the reservoir. They know that there is no way to take advantage of it, so they have to retreat one by one.

As a result, the reservoir returned to its former tranquility, but there were many more migratory birds playing around, which became more vibrant and energetic. In addition to those naughty geese, other birds gradually joined in the birds that dared to be close to Cen Jiahua or Doudou.

In the extremely sensitive intuition of animals, the aura on Cen Jiahua and Doudou made them feel friendly and comfortable, so they naturally would not resist the intimate contact with Cen Jiahua.

When Mr. Mo came to the waterway, there was an old man with a camera and a notebook on the boat feeding birds in the morning. Every time when Cen Jiahua was feeding, Mr. Mo was always busy taking pictures of these migratory birds, and then kept recording them in the notebook. The migratory birds were not surprised by Mr. Mo's appearance, because there were many such people during this period.

Once, the curious Cen Jiahua couldn't help but take Mr. Mo's notebook over and take a look, and then he realized that there was great knowledge on it.

This is a detailed bird watching diary. Mr. Mo described the migratory birds that appeared in his sight one by one, and then summarized them in different categories. Through careful observation every day, Mr. Mo recorded the subtle changes of these migratory birds every day, which is a very valuable reference material.

"Mr. Mo, can't you tell that you are very knowledgeable about bird watching?" Cen Jiahua flipped through the notebook and said to Mr. Mo with a smile: "I originally thought you were just a hobby and had just passed the secret."

"Haha, I received professional training with many birdwatchers back then." When Mr. Mo saw Cen Jiahua notice the mystery in his notebook, he said proudly: "I have run through many migratory bird habitats across the country. Back then, I saw tens of thousands of migratory birds flying and hovering."

Speaking of his proud things, Mr. Mo couldn't help but feel a little excited, with a hint of blush on his face, and began to tell Cen Jiahua about the wonderful experiences he had before.

Dongting Lake, Poyang Lake, Taihu Lake and the distant Qinghai Lake. These beautiful pearls on the land of the motherland, Mr. Mo has left his own footprints and has many beautiful memories.

"Oh, it's a pity. Now I'm old and can't go that far anymore. I'm old,..."

As he was talking, Cen Jiahua found that Mr. Mo's voice gradually became lowered, and a look of remembrance of the past appeared on his face. Perhaps he was a little moved by the past years.

Seeing that Mr. Mo was a little depressed, Cen Jiahua changed the subject and talked about other things.

Later, Cen Jiahua learned that Mr. Mo's wife was also a crazy bird watching enthusiast. Both of them traveled together and went to many lakes and wetlands to conduct bird watching activities. After his wife was in a car accident, Mr. Mo was left alone, and he could not travel and watch birds.

After all, the habitats of migratory birds are generally remote areas with poor living conditions. An elderly man in his 60s always stays in the air, which makes his children very worried, so he tried his best to restrict Mr. Mo's bird watching activities. In addition, Mr. Mo was very depressed after his wife passed away, so he naturally no longer thought about going far to watch birds.

This time, the appearance of migratory birds in the Lotus Reservoir was very excited. Because the living conditions in the reservoir are not too bad, and it is a very rare opportunity to observe migratory birds at close range. In this way, Mr. Mo can convince his children to live in the Lotus Reservoir for a long time.

After several days of adaptation, Mr. Mo gradually got used to the quiet life on the dam and integrated into the reservoir.

Although Mo Lao is an old man in his 60s, his enthusiasm for learning new things makes Cen Jiahua a little dumbfounded. The luggage brought by Mr. Mo has a laptop computer, and it is the kind with a wireless network card.

Every night, Mr. Mo would put the photos he took on his blog, and then add his experience and play more smoothly than Cen Jiahua, a young man. Seeing Mr. Mo skillfully fiddling with cameras, computers and other digital products, Cen Jiahua felt a little ashamed and asked himself if he was a little out of touch with this society?

Since more than three months since he arrived at the Lotus Reservoir, Cen Jiahua has been living a life without Internet, television and radio, and has almost been disconnected from the civilized world outside. If it weren't for the phone call with his family every week, Cen Jiahua could occasionally learn about some of the situation in the provincial capital, otherwise it would be a bit isolated from the world.

"What? Are you surprised to see that an old man, I, is it also fiddling with the computer?" Seeing the surprise that Cen Jiahua, who was standing next to me, could not hide his concealment of his eyes, Old Mo asked directly.

"Yes, it's a bit, but it's normal. You are a university professor, so it's normal to get in touch with these." Cen Jiahua did not deny it, but just told the truth.

"We elderly people also need to know how to keep pace with the times so that we can live a more exciting life!" Mr. Mo turned over and said, "Sometimes I read online novels, and YY novels are also very good."

Sweat! The cold sweat on Cen Jiahua's forehead was almost dripping. Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo, who had a gray beard, looked like an old pedantic, but he was a master who even YY knew. He was really not good at appearance!

Cen Jiahua didn't know what she was going to say, so she had to laugh and said, "I have to learn from you, otherwise I will be eliminated by society."

"You don't have to be too modest. You are not bad. Compared with many young people nowadays, it has a calm smell." Old Mo paused and turned his head and said, "But you are just too calm and lack the freedom of young people."

After saying that, he ignored Cen Jiahua and started typing on the keyboard. The speed was so fast that Cen Jiahua, a guy who was still a second-finger Zen, died of shame.

Cen Jiahua shook her head and sighed, no longer disturbing Mr. Mo to surf the Internet, quietly turned around and left the room, ran outside the yard to enjoy the cool air.

Half lying in the hammock, Cen Jiahua looked at the fireflies flashing in the corner of the yard, but her thoughts were already wandering thousands of miles away.
Chapter completed!