When Zheng Qing's vision became clear again, the two of them were already standing in the entrance hall of Sanyou Bookstore.
It was afternoon, and the orange sunlight passed through the glass doors and windows and fell on the brown floor, leaving a slightly swaying mottled light and shadow, giving people an extra warm feeling.
Outside the bookstore, someone was passing by on a bicycle, a poodle and a teddy dog were barking at each other through the low bushes, and further away, you could vaguely hear the sound of diabolo shaking.
There was a popping sound, and a group of aunts were swaying and dancing to the loud music.
In the bookstore, a red clay teapot was whining on the iron stove, and a pearl-colored mist spewed out from the spout, which looked particularly charming under the orange sunlight.
The gentleman stepped forward, picked up the lid of the teapot, then turned around and waved to the young wizard:
"come in."
"Huh?" Zheng Qing glanced at the dark spout of the red clay teapot in confusion, then glanced at his husband, took two steps forward blankly, and then looked left and right, indicating that he had entered the bookstore.
.
"Come in here." The gentleman sighed and pointed very clearly at the mouth of the teapot.
The pearly mist filled the mouth of the pot, making it difficult to see what was in the pot's belly, but the boiling breath clearly told the young wizard that touching it casually would not yield good results.
"Do you want to drink tea? Do you need me to find a teacup?" Zheng Qing asked with the last trace of luck.
The gentleman looked at him expressionlessly.
"You have been blown up." The gentleman's tone was very calm, but the facts he described were terrifying: "It was blown to pieces, and there are not even a few intact bones left... A tattered body cannot hold a healthy soul.
Not to mention that there is a forbidden curse hidden in this soul."
(The boy lowered his head and finally realized that he was now a soul, floating in mid-air)
"The teapot contains the bones of the body that have been boiled for you. It's authentic and it took a lot of effort on my part."
(Yeah, the boy is complaining in his heart, it just cost you a pot of tea...)
"Hurry up and get in while it's hot, otherwise your bones and flesh will shrink when it gets cold, making it even more difficult to get in."
Zheng Qing had a dull look on his face. After listening to his husband's explanation, he surprisingly didn't find it too funny or scary. It seemed that one year of college life had well tempered his will and ability to accept, and he could handle any situation that went against common sense.
Accepted easily.
Having said that, if Mr. had used an alchemy furnace to refine it, or placed a pile of lotus roots and lotus leaves on the floor, or even drawn a complicated magic array diagram, maybe Zheng Qing's ability to accept it would be stronger.
But a teapot.
"Cook it, it's cooked." The young wizard breathed a sigh of relief. Although his voice was a little shaky, his tone was still calm: "It's already cooked, right?"
The slight crackling sound of firewood bursting came from the fat belly of the iron stove, and a few wisps of milky white flames emerged from the gaps in the stove, licking the smooth belly of the red clay teapot.
The whole body of the teapot is maroon, with a cylindrical body, dragon claw feet, a twisted dragon, and a coiled dragon handle. It looks full-colored and majestic. The scales of the coiled dragon on the handle are inlaid with tiny mithril scales.
There are fine runes visible to the naked eye outlined on it. The spout is bare, and it is not made into a dragon shape like other parts of the pot body.
At this moment, the cover of the Wolong pot was held by the gentleman in his hand, revealing the round black spout. After the pearly mist emerged from the spout, it swirled around and refused to leave, and finally formed a flower above the spout.
Mini small clouds, the clouds are thick and dense, as if if a little more water vapor accumulates, it will rain.
"Hurry up, you have to go to class tomorrow, Monday." After the teacher urged him, he ignored the boy struggling beside the pot and turned towards a ceramic kitten on the bookshelf.
The porcelain cat was a little taller and had porcelain eyebrows and kind eyes. Zheng Qing looked a little familiar. After looking at it a few more times, he suddenly realized that the porcelain cat was modeled after 'Brother Huang'.
The gentleman picked up a writing brush from the pen holder on the desk and tapped the porcelain cat on the head.
"Ding ding ding..."
After pausing for a moment, the originally dull porcelain cat suddenly came to life. After rolling his eyes a few times, he glared at the guy who hit him and glared: "How many times have I told you not to hit me on the head!"
"Anyway, he won't be stupider." The gentleman commented nonchalantly, and knocked several more times, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.
Well... Well, Nicholas and Satogua will ask the school working committee to send a letter of inquiry later and give them a warning. Satogua has lost some of his concepts, and he should be much more honest in the short term."
The porcelain cat was still angry at first, but after hearing this, his face finally became more serious.
"What about the two children? Their situation is a bit bad now..." The porcelain cat sat up straight and looked at the bookstore owner seriously. Zheng Qing always felt that its eyes secretly glanced at him.
The gentleman was silent for a few seconds.
"It's not uncommon for wizards to find their own way. As long as they are still wizards... the school won't abandon its students just because of a few outside gods. The magicians in the North District and the Gypsy Witches should be happy."
His tone was very calm, and there were not many emotional fluctuations to be heard:
"It's just that you have to walk on the path you choose with your eyes closed... Have they realized this? If not, take the time to take them to the bookstore... They still have the right to choose."
Zheng Qing realized belatedly that he finally realized who the two children his husband and Porcelain Cat were talking about.
At the last moment before entering the teapot, he stopped.
The porcelain cat glanced at the young wizard, hummed, seemed to answer the gentleman's words, then flicked its tail and transformed into a sculpture again.
The gentleman turned around and looked at the boy with the spout of the pot floating.
The boy looked a little worried.
"Sir, Elena..."
"Oh, that lovely little gypsy girl, I know."
"She is now..."
"You like her very much?"
"Um."
"Did you know she used the love potion on you?"
"……Um."
"You still like her?"
Zheng Qing fell silent. He thought of the witch who bravely stood up to stop the Alpha people during the first conflict on the pedestrian street; he thought of the face that was angry and smiling after the blue-white smoke; he thought of her taking a nap in the library.
snot bubbles; I think of the figure who pulled him out of the trap in the freshmen game; I think of the two walking in the snow, strolling on the pedestrian street, and sneaking into the Alpha Castle; I think of the cold kiss that day.
What Professor Li said in the first Potions class suddenly came to his mind, 'The love effect created by magic is more romantic and more like love than real love.'
"I don't know." The boy raised his head and answered the question honestly: "Maybe I will find the answer in the future. But if she has an accident today, then I will never have the chance to find the answer."