Hearing the professor's teasing, Zheng Qing smiled bitterly.
"I deserve it."
The young public-funded student muttered, and the slender red sky pillar on the Black Prison battlefield flashed through his mind again, as well as the inner castle wall crushed by the sky pillar, and the crumbling figure under the wall, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.
“A very interesting gift.”
The professor repeated, holding the pot of mushrooms in his hand, and holding it up to the sunlight for a photo: "See, this is a plant that likes shade. The sunlight will make it curl up its caps and make it covered with red spots..."
It will die after being exposed to the sun for a while.”
Zheng Qing stared at the death cap that slowly curled up its umbrella in the sun without making a sound. The reaction of the death cap in the sun was a bit like the reaction of a mimosa after being touched by someone, except that compared to ordinary plants, magic plants
The reaction is more sensitive. This is in sharp contrast to the changes after he became a wizard.
When he was an ordinary middle school student, he was always extremely sensitive to subtle changes in the outside world; but when he became a wizard and experienced many things, he began to become a little slow.
It's just that the dean of Jiuyou Academy didn't pay attention to the subtle feelings in the boy's heart. He held up the pot of death hats for other purposes.
"Mushrooms are very special creatures."
The professor carefully looked at the fungi curled up in the sun. After he opened his mouth, he paused and then continued: "They grow in the dark world underground. They are accompanied by the breath of death all year round, but they never really die... From birth to death,
To grow again from the decaying corpse...it's an ancient cycle."
cycle.
Zheng Qing inexplicably thought of a snake with its tail in its mouth, and then thought of the fat wizard Seprano from Alpha Academy, his brother who turned into a pig demon, and the cruel scene he saw when he first set foot in the wizarding world.
"But they're really dead."
Zheng Qing interrupted the dean of Jiuyou College anxiously and rudely, his voice a little tired: "Because of my fault, they really died."
"Sorry, I know this is sensitive."
The professor put down the pot of mushrooms and looked at the boy gently: "But I must tell you, death is more complicated than you think... I won't say it is a great adventure, nor will I say it is a new journey.
.I can only say that it is not fixed. For wizards, death has a higher meaning."
"Like this death cap, life and death are intertwined throughout its time. Sometimes the beginning is the end, and sometimes the end is also a new beginning... A famous man in the era of Charles II in the late seventeenth century
The wizard Joseph Granville once said a very famous saying - 'The reason why people die is not because they succumb to angels or to death, but because their will is too weak and they can no longer support themselves to live'.
"
"I'll give it to you today."
"The reason why people are depressed is not because they succumb to angels, nor because they surrender and die, but because their will is not strong enough to support their increasingly powerful souls."
"Anyway, after you recover, you can go to the library to find the answers to these heavy topics yourself."
Having said this, Professor Yao patted the boy's shoulder, and the seriousness on his face disappeared, and he smiled narrowly: "Now, we can definitely talk about something more relaxed...such as the owner of the two pots of flowers, Jiang
Classmate Yu, and Councilor Su."
After pausing for a few seconds, he seemed to remember something again and raised his eyebrows: "If I remember correctly, you have a very good relationship with classmate Elena? I like these girls very much... Of course, the way you like them is different.
Same."
Zheng Qing blushed and opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but was interrupted by the professor's strong gesture.
"I see."
The professor took out his pipe, stuffed it into his mouth, and chuckled: "I was young too... Young people have big hearts and more active thinking... But I remind you as a person who has experienced this, that you should act within your ability in everything.
, enough is enough... Just like Senator Su, there are not even 10,000 but 8,000 outstanding wizards in the wizarding world chasing Senator Su. If they know..."
"It's not what you think." The boy had to raise his voice to interrupt the professor's 'nonsense': "We are innocent!"
The professor blinked and puffed on his pipe.
Fur.
He blew out a string of smoke rings and shook his head: "This is boring... Ordinary wizards may not have heard it, but there are so many great wizards present, including the big demon, who can testify to what Senator Su said. I need to call it.
A few memories? Or do you need me to catch that little fox in front of you? I remember it was called Neptune or Poseidon?"
Zheng Qing was speechless for a moment.
Fortunately this is a ward.
Smoking is not allowed in the ward.
Less than three seconds after Professor Yao blew out the smoke ring, dozens of elves swarmed in, grabbed the old wizard's hair, collar and robe corners, screamed, and threw him out.
This gave the young public-sponsored students a huge sigh of relief.
…
…
Naturally, a group of elves did not have the ability to throw a legendary wizard out of the ward, unless he was willing. Zheng Qing looked at Professor Yao's leaving figure, and suddenly felt that the pressure that was originally pressing deep in his heart seemed to be lifted by those little elves.
The elf was thrown out and became much more relaxed.
He turned around and looked at the poisonous amanita that the professor had placed on the windowsill, covered in red spots and almost dead.
After a long while, he murmured to himself: "Death...it's so simple...death is not like frying a steak, it's the difference between 50% death or 70% death..."
Bang bang bang.
Several brisk clapping sounds sounded in my ears.
Zheng Qing was startled. He turned around and found that Mr. Wu had arrived in his ward at some point and was sitting cross-legged on his bed, peeling a plump orange.
When he saw the orange, he immediately smelled the refreshing fragrance that filled the ward.
Noticing the boy's surprised gaze, the gentleman raised the orange in his hand and asked with a smile: "Would you like a piece? It tastes so good, it makes people feel like they have tasted the life after pickling in the sun..."
"gentlemen!"
There was a hint of surprise in Zheng Qing's eyes. He wanted to rush forward, but felt something was wrong. He raised and lowered his arms, seeming a little restrained. Compared with him, the shadows under his feet were much more unrestrained. Several slender black shadows came from Zheng Qing.
The shadow stretched out, grabbing the corner of Mr.'s robe like an octopus, and a series of ink dots splashed out from the shadow, like spring water, very much like the crying scene in the cartoon.
Mr. Wu stuffed the last few orange segments into his mouth.
Then he wiped his hands and patted the shadow hanging on the corner of his robe comfortingly.
"Don't worry, you are still free."
After comforting him, he raised his head and looked at Zheng Qing, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "The metaphor just now is good, death is not frying steak... death is death. It is always perfect, complete, without any discount. It
It’s not romantic at all, but the truest cruelty.”