【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(40)

Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she gave him a dazzling smile. “If you finish your song,” she said, “I’ll let you peek at the canvas.”
“That’s bribery. You are bribing your son. Your own sweet boy!”
She tossed her head back in a laugh, brown and gray ringlets falling over her shoulders. “Dance for me, my puppet!” she chortled. She waggled the fingers that weren’t holding the paintbrush in some vague approximation of puppetry. “Dance!”
Wilbur shook his head and raised his eyes to the heavens. “Alright,” he said. “From the top, then.”