"One morning I threw away yesterday, and my steps have been light since then."
——Tagore, Bird Collection
Zheng Qing felt that this sentence was very suitable for his mood, so he used a quill pen to mark the bottom of this sentence with a wavy line. Then he stretched, closed the poetry book in his hand, and looked up out of the window.
It's daytime outside the window.
Birds were singing in the shade of the trees, insects were buzzing on the bushes, butterflies were fluttering their wings to avoid the saliva spitted by the grass sperm, and the flowers were looking at this scene with smiles on their faces.
The sun warms the earth, and the gentle wind blows into the ward from the window, blowing on the face. It is warm, soft, and extremely comfortable. The outdoor temperature is 20 degrees Celsius. The weather ball produced by the school working committee ensures that the school is in the correct state.
At the right time, in the right place, the right rain or snow will fall, the right wind will blow, and the right clouds will drift.
Welcome to First University.
This is the world of life.
Here, no wizard needs to risk his life by sticking out his tongue to lick the stone just fished out of the lava. And no wizard will burn all the hair on his body in order to save a little bit of magic power.
The wizards here just lie on the lawn, with a half-opened "Encyclopedia of the Wizarding World" upside down on their chests. The bamboo baskets at hand are filled with soft cakes, sweet mung bean cakes, and maybe two cans.
Chilled Green Bee.
The wild cat wandered past the basket, smelled the smell of cake, hesitated for a few seconds, shook its beard, and left nonchalantly. The three-tailed squirrel quietly slipped under the tree and grabbed a few melon seeds from the basket.
, and then ran away.
Behind it came the mocking laughter of the wizards.
This is the taste of life.
Close your eyes, smell the abundant magic flowing in the air, and flash the oppressive, dead, and withered atmosphere of the underworld in your mind, and feel the beauty of life.
Squeak.
The door to the ward was pushed open. The young wizard turned around and saw a long, horse-like face. He was holding a quill, holding a noteboard, and a stethoscope hanging around his neck. Behind him, he was followed by a group of young white people.
robe.
"Your seniors, I just joined the job at the end of July. Come with me today for ward rounds." Dr. Ma grabbed the quill and pointed behind him casually, then stood in front of Zheng Qing's hospital bed and looked at the hanging hanging in front of the bed.
Check the sign and copy the data on it.
Taking this opportunity, Zheng Qing stretched his neck and looked outside the door, hoping to see some surprises, but unfortunately, there was no other color except the same white wall.
Doctor Ma glanced at the boy while copying: "Want to leave?"
Zheng Qing nodded honestly.
Anyone who is trapped in the hospital for a month will have the idea of staying away from this white land. Zheng Qing wants to run wild in the hunting grounds, close his own shop, lie down in the garden of Qingqiu Mansion and take a nap, and also want to go to the Silent Forest
adventure.
He was even willing to clock in at the library for a week, working nine to five, behave like a monk, copying homework, as long as he no longer drank those bitter, smoking potions.
The only thing I don't want to do is to continue to stay on this three-quarter acre of land in the campus hospital. I can't do anything else except eating, sleeping and walking downstairs.
Dr. Ma put away his notepad, put three fingers on Zheng Qing's body, and asked casually while checking, "How are you feeling today?"
"Well... I feel like I can kill a cow now." Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of several beautiful witches among the interns, who were habitually glib.
Sure enough, a chuckle like wind chimes sounded in the ward.
The doctor raised his eyebrows, took out his Dharma book, opened it, grabbed a quill and quickly wrote a spell, then reached out and pressed it, and shouted softly:
"The scalpers are sent from the sky, so my guests will stop being violent!"
The smile on Zheng Qing's face suddenly froze. Before he could think of how to beg for mercy so as not to lose face in front of the witches, he heard an explosion in the void:
"Moo!!"
Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the entire ward - and even the entire building - was shaking violently. A strong wind with a fishy smell blew past the boy's side, blowing the white gauze curtains hanging on both sides of the window.
There was a crackle. Several flower sperm that were chasing and playing in the sunshine outside the window smelled the breath of the wind, and were suddenly frightened. They completely forgot that they had wings, screamed, and fell down stiffly.
Thump, thump.
Outside the window, the faint sound of the sperm hitting the lawn could be heard faintly.
Thump, thump.
This was Zheng Qing's heart beating crazily, pumping out hot plasma and flowing along the blood vessels to his limbs. In the blink of an eye, the young wizard's face turned red and his eyes became bright.
He has reason to be nervous.
Because right in front of him, a strong ox was glaring at Tongling's big eyes, staring at him. The ox's two front hooves stepped on both sides of the hospital bed, and its two hind legs stepped on the floor.
His shoulders and back were almost touching the roof, forcing him to extinguish the burning candles.
The little elves in white gauze screamed and angrily grabbed the long hair on the ox's back, trying to drive it out of the ward, but their power was too weak. For the ox, they were not even a few.
The gadfly has strong harassment power.
Huchi, wheeze.
The cattle's heavy breathing hit Zheng Qing's face heavily, mixed with the smell of green grass, which made Zheng Qing have some appetite inexplicably. He tried his best to lean back, trying to stay away from the huge and heavy pressure in front of him, but the hospital bed
It was just that long, with a smooth and cold wall behind him. Even if he tried hard, there was nowhere to retreat.
"Take it."
Dr. Ma roughly handed Zheng Qing a thick and bulging Dharma book and a quill filled with ink. The pages of the Dharma book were withered and yellow, and it felt a bit harsh to the touch. The nib of the quill was brand new, but
The feathers are stacked up in various directions, making it look particularly messy.
The pen is not a good pen, and the book is not a good book, but there is no doubt that both of them can still be used.
Zheng Qing immediately understood Dr. Ma's intention - he was hospitalized because of the backlash caused by lack of magic power. One of the main symptoms was magic power disorder and the inability to use magic power normally. Therefore, if Zheng Qing could prove to the therapists that he could
If you use your magic power normally, it will naturally be easier to apply for leaving the hospital.
Thinking of this, he ignored the huge bull's head close at hand, grabbed a quill, and quickly copied the mantra he was most familiar with in the Dharma book:
"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, give to this cow!"
Dozens of green vines protruded from the void and easily tied the cow into a rice dumpling. Even its tail was not spared and was tied tightly to the cow's hind legs.
The interns held their notebooks and whispered to each other.
Doctor Ma did not comment, but simply nodded and pressed his Dharma book: "Zhizhijuanchunmu."
A flash of clear light passed by, and the huge ox disappeared in the blink of an eye. After losing the ox that filled the room, the small ward suddenly gave people a huge and empty feeling.
"We are ready to be discharged." Dr. Ma waved his hand and led all the interns out of the small ward, leaving only the young wizard on the hospital bed happily waving his fists.