Not far apart, D&K, located at No. 97 Pedestrian Street, is still open. The night wind vaguely heard the sound of brothers who were enthusiastic to attract customers. The Wandering Bar across the street was about to enter the busiest moment of the week - today is Christmas, and a Friday is superimposed - the big frog checking hand cards at the door of the bar was already tired and his tongue drooped out.
Zheng Qing held Bosedong and stood in front of the bookstore with the two witches.
The orange lights in the shop shone on the male witch, warm. Through the window, Zheng Qing could see a thick copy of the "Witcher's Code" sitting under the butt of the yellow flower raccoon, and the gentleman was lying on a rocking chair, holding a copy of Li Baichuan's "Witch of Oz". Beside him was a small red mud stove with hot tea boiled on it. Pearl-colored mist overflowed from the spout and condensed into a strange appearance, rushing to the uninvited guests outside the window.
"How is it? I'll just say sir is in the store!" The young public-paid student turned his head with satisfaction and looked at the great wizard in the North District.
Colma looked at the store, then looked at the boy again, with a serious expression.
She turned to look at Su Shijun.
"Can you see it?" Her question sounded a little confused to Zheng Qing.
Su Shijun took a step forward, then took a step back, and then shook his head: "I can't see... the bookstore is empty, there is a thick dust on the windowsill, and you can still see the traces of rat biting on the bookshelf. No one has come here for a long time... The expulsion spell, confusion spell, concealment spell, etc. The spells I know are not as powerful as that."
Young public-paid students finally understood what they mean.
"You mean, you can't see the people in the room?" He looked left and right, his tone was a little unbelievable, and he felt a little chilling behind his neck: "No, can you see the lights on me? And my shadow... Dongdong, can you see these?"
He raised the little fox in his arms.
Jiji!
The little fox shook his tail and nodded affirmatively, indicating that he could see it too.
Hurry!
The door of the bookstore suddenly opened, interrupting the small dispute at the door.
"Come in and talk."
Huang Huali's familiar voice came, as always, with a bit of irritability: "Don't sleep at night come to disturb the elderly's rest. Do you have some moral integrity?...Celebrate the festival? Is the holiday the reason for you to harass me? Besides, who will celebrate Christmas! Jesus is younger than me, why should I celebrate his birthday!"
The little fox was frightened by the big cat and trembled, and his head pierced into his arms. He curled up his big tail and wrapped his head tightly, looking cowardly.
Zheng Qing didn't have time to pay attention to the little fox's small movements.
He hesitated to look at Huang Huali, whose butt had left the "Code", and then turned to look at the two witches beside him, with the meaning very obvious.
"Come in and talk!!" The cat roared and roared.
Zheng Qing coughed twice.
"Go in first, go in first." He whispered to the witches, and finally asked back with uncertainty: "Did the bookstore open in your vision?"
The two witches nodded silently.
Zheng Qing let out a sigh and walked into the bookstore first. The orange light left a trapezoidal light mark on the ground through the crack of the door, like a narrow staircase, and it looked like a narrow door. The boy's slender shadow fell on the light mark, and soon spread as his figure swayed until it merged into the dark night.
Compared to outside, the room was very warm, and the fragrance of books and tea was mixed with, so that the little fox, who was originally trembling in the boy's arms, couldn't help but raise his head and looked around tremblingly.
"Children, go and chat with the old man!" The yellow flower raccoon stood up and walked to the boy in a big shape. A flesh-colored plum blossom bloomed on his spread paws.
Zheng Qing hesitated for a second and honestly handed over the little fox that had shrunk into a bunch of hair to Huanghuali.
"You shouldn't have brought too many people." Huang Huali shook her head and complained when she took the little fox.
"Su...well, she's Dongdong, cough, mom... and senior Colma, have given me a lot of help." The young public-funded student stuttered and turned around carefully, but was surprised to see that there was no one behind him: "...Where are they?"
"This is not the reason you brought too many people here...Don't worry, they are all in the right place."
The cat looked at the boy with a blame, rubbed the furry claws on the little fox's furry ears, and snored happily: "Huhu, Huhu, the old man should have told you that he is constantly reducing his connection with this world, Huhu, Huhu, you brought someone to tie a thread to him, Huhuhu."
The continuous purring sounds emitted a reassuring feeling. The little fox finally bravely raised his claws and stroked the hair on the cat's body.
"I think you can stay for a while." The boy looked at the gentleman on the recliner with a flattering look.
Half of her head appeared from the back of the book "The Wizard of Oz", her eyes crossed over her glasses and looked at the young public-paid student: "Stay or not, it is not up to time... Time does not mean to me, but there are choices. Just like Little Colma who came today. You must know that she was finally able to enter this bookstore today not because of how big she did in the North District, but because she once pushed you outside the exam room and made a very important choice when you entered the world of wizards."
Most of the time, Zheng Qing had only a little understanding of the words of the teacher, and there were not many parts that could understand.
Just like now.
He could hear that Colma recognized his help, and he could also hear that the teacher didn't mind staying for a while, which was enough. As for what choice was not to choose, it was too empty and mysterious, and it was not suitable for thinking now.
The gentleman put down the "Wife of Oz" in his hand, reached out and picked up the teapot, poured himself a small cup of tea, picked it up, and blew it. He asked leisurely: "After saying that, what's going on today?"
"Don't you know?" Zheng Qing didn't believe it.
"I just don't bother to know."
The gentleman used his honest answer to hit the young wizard's confidence, his eyes flashed over the little fox who was playing with the yellow flower ripples, and added: "When I came out of the blank space not long ago, I once said to you, 'Your seed is an accident, the birth of Poseidon is an accident'. Today I want to add one, and your arrival tonight is also an accident."
Speaking of this, He raised the teacup in his hand half-jokingly:
"...Sometimes, I have to wonder if this world originated from an accident... Well, maybe the 'accident' is also a good way to restrain yourself? Just like the shadow black cat running out of you, it is also an accident."