Moore and little right moved to Stonehenge forest and have lived for several days. When xiaoright's wing was completely recovered, its acrophobia improved greatly.

On this day, the sky is clear and there is no mist in the boulder forest. It's a good time to learn how to fly.

Bai Qingqing also came here. He brought some wild fruits and watched xiaoyouxuefei while eating.

"Joo ~"

Xiao right stands on the edge of the cliff, looks down, shivers, and stealthily moves his feet back a few minutes.

Moore stares at it, and it stops, jabbing at its wings.

"You know, it's very high here. If you can't fly, you can't fall for a while. Jump down." Moore's voice was cold.

Bai Qingqing also encouraged: "come on, little right!"

"Joo!" Standing at a high place, blowing the fierce wind, Xiao you is also ambitious and eager to try.

He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and ran quickly to the edge of the cliff.

At the last step, Xiao right was afraid, but more excited. He jumped up and spread his wings.

Bai Qingqing also stood up and went to Moore's side, holding his arm and worrying: "you need to watch."

"I know." Mur said softly, and Bai Qingqing walked to the edge of the cliff.

The young eagle remembers his father's instruction, no longer flapping his wings, but trying to keep them still.

It's like a kite with no strings. It's blown by the wind. The little right heart beats wildly and adjusts its posture.

Suddenly, the body is lifted up and magically flies.

"Joo!" Xiao right makes a surprised cry and tries to flap his wings.

Its body flies higher. It vaguely feels the secret of flying. It feels wonderful. Everything under it becomes small, which makes it proud.

It shouldn't be weak, it should be the strong in the world, like a father!

Bai Qingqing changed from bow to look up, with a knowing smile on his face. Leaning on Moore's arm, he said happily, "little right has learned to fly!"

"It's not hard." Moore said so, his eyebrows and eyes were full of satisfaction and gratification.

To teach young eagles to fly, even if his duty as a father is finished, it is a great thing for any father to be relieved.

Bai Qingqing ran after Xiaoyou to the other side of the cliff and waved: "Xiaoyou!"

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the little right cry is loud and clear, the feathers are completely black, the wings are plump, flying in the sky as powerful as an adult male.

Bai Qingqing, an expert in the house, laughs and shouts, "Mom Xie!"

"Joo!" Little right turns around and flies to his mother.

As it approached, gusts of wind beat on Bai Qingqing's face, lifting her flowing and light white skirt.

The little Eagle rested on her hand carefully. The mother and son looked at each other and smiled. The picture was warm and moving.

Looking at this picture, Moore's heart moved: the perfect female is his partner, and the strong cub is his and her blood. What could be better in the world?

When Xiaoyou stands up, Bai Qingqing can't lift it. He holds Xiaoyou in his arms.

Another strong wind came, and Bai Qingqing's center of gravity was not stable. He fell down to the cliff with a cry.

"Be careful!" Mur's voice had just fallen, his arms had already encircled Bai Qingqing's slender waist, and his eyes were full of deep affection.

"It's windy here. Don't get so close to the cliff in the future."

Bai Qingqing blushed, lowered his eyes and said, "I dare to stand here when I know you are here."