On the fifth day of the first lunar month, most of the shops in the pedestrian street will be open.
D&K is no exception.
This morning, Zheng Qing came to the store early and handed out Lucky Packets to Hu Wu and Brother Er Er. Each of them had a golden bean. For ordinary employees, this was a very sincere number.
There is still no one in Sanyou's bookstore, and there is no cat either.
The cold wind swept across the street and rolled up a few dead leaves, making the figure of the wizard standing at the door of the bookstore even more lonely. Yes, lonely. Because Zheng Qing came to the store alone today to make money.
Su Shijun didn't come.
Jiang Yu didn't come.
Poseidon didn't come either because he was practicing arithmetic.
Ever since Jiang Yu moved into the Qingqiu Mansion, Zheng Qing originally thought that the witches would be at war with each other every day, but unexpectedly, after a few days, the entire mansion was surprisingly peaceful.
It was so calm that no one even paid attention to him.
Su Shijun stayed in the study all day long, sorting out experimental reports, and occasionally went to the laboratory a few times, and only met at the dining table for three meals a day; Jiang Yu spent most of the time shutting himself in the study,
In addition to studying every day, I may not even eat three meals on time.
Coupled with Poseidon who is forced to work hard, Su Ya who is busy all day long, and other fox maids who can always find work for themselves, the whole mansion is like a clock that is wound up.
There is a suffocating sense of urgency all the time - of course, whether this suffocating feeling is caused by the 'serious' atmosphere in the mansion or the presence of the two witches, even Zheng Qing himself can't tell.
clear.
Under such circumstances, he naturally had no way of wasting his life.
In addition to wrapping up the five talisman bullets that will be handed over to Sancha Jian next month in advance, most of the remaining energy of the young public-funded student was spent on the few reference books recommended by Su Shijun. Every day when he opened his eyes, he read "Flu Bullets".
"Detailed Structure Explanation", close your eyes and read "Qingqiu Secret Method", and what flashed through your mind when you were hazy was "Structural Characteristics of Evil-Repelling Talisman Bullets and Seventeen Production Methods".
So many times, Zheng Qing suspected that he was not spending the winter vacation, but seamlessly entering another final exam stage from one final stage.
So, when the day of 'Po Wu' arrived and he realized that he had a valid reason to go out, he couldn't wait to sneak out of Qingqiu Mansion without even eating breakfast.
Because I came out early.
It was not yet seven o'clock in the morning after the profit distribution, and the sun had not completely emerged from the clouds. Zheng Qing suspected that if he returned to the mansion at this time, he would have to go to the dining table.
When he thought of the shocking atmosphere in the restaurant, he lost the courage to go back and simply wandered along the winding streets with the excuse of buying snacks for Poseidon.
Walking all the way from the pedestrian street to the North District, there are gradually more and more pedestrians on the street.
The lively atmosphere of the New Year has not dissipated from the North District. The flowers created by magic are as beautiful as new. The elf holding the harp is hiding behind the flowers and singing beautiful songs tirelessly. The old magicians on the street corners are cleanly dressed.
Wearing robes, he smiled and performed card magic for the little wizards passing by.
After watching the magic trick, the little wizards ran past Zheng Qing in a swarm.
One of the little witches was laughing, hugging a big fat frog, chasing and playing with her friends, and her forehead was dyed with flower mud to create a beautiful and beautiful curse mark - not only her
, Zheng Qing noticed that many pedestrians on the street had a curse seal of a wizard from the North District on their foreheads. Some of them were real, but most of them were fake. There is no doubt that this false curse seal represents those who live in the North District.
Some good wishes of the magicians.
"Binding spell!" The little witch raised the frog in her hand and shouted to her friends.
Immediately, the little wizard closest to her crossed his hands on his chest, fell to the ground stiffly, and shouted at the same time: "Ah, I am tied up!"
The others dispersed in a hurry, running more and more happily.
The corners of Zheng Qing's mouth curled up slightly involuntarily.
"I heard a question in Lao Yao's philosophy of magic class before," Kolma's voice suddenly sounded in his ears. The wizard turned around and saw the great sage of the North District appearing at some unknown time.
Next to him, he was looking at the laughing and playing little wizards with a gentle look: "How much happiness does a person who has experienced great suffering need to get before he feels that there is hope in life?"
Zheng Qing frowned, finding this question difficult.
Whether suffering, happiness, or hope, they are concepts that are very difficult to quantify.
"The answer is a little bit," Korma didn't seem to think that the wizard could answer it, and came to the conclusion on his own: "Just a little bit of happiness is enough... How do you feel about coming to the North District this time?"
"They seem to be happier than I imagined." Zheng Qing praised sincerely: "It's completely different from the ubiquitous despair I felt when I first came to the North District..."
"Are they really happy?"
Kolma shook his head slightly, pressed Zheng Qing's shoulder, and led him a few steps forward. The street scene flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. In just a blink of an eye, the two of them went from the edge of the North District to the depths of the North District.
In a small tavern.
In the tavern, a group of North District wizards, about seventeen or eighteen years old, were gathering together to listen to a speech by a thin wizard standing on the table. The wizard waved his arms with an excited expression:
"...Both Alpha and Jiuyou are perfunctory with us! Give the wizards of the North District more freedom? That's a trap! Make the wizards of the North District equal to other wizards in the alliance? It's all a joke! Without equality of magic, there is no factual significance.
Equality and freedom in the world! The officials and schools of the Alliance just use those beautiful words to trick us... What we need is not the freedom of damn opportunity, but the freedom to go to school in a de facto sense! Freedom of knowledge! Equality in going to school!
Knowledge equality!”
"...All wizards on the edge unite!"
"...Smash the damn equality and freedom of Jiuyou and Alpha! We don't want philosophy, we just want magic!"
"...Only sacrifice..."
The roars and scenes in the tavern gradually blurred into each other.
Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky in the North District.
He could clearly feel that the thunder surging over the North District was getting stronger and stronger, and the flames burning below the North District were getting more and more intense. He didn't know when this newly rejuvenated community would be transformed between the thunder and the North District.
In the battle of flames, it turned into ashes.
"Life's thirst for hope is endless."
Kolma's voice sounded in Zheng Qing's ears, looking a little tired: "I only slowly understood this some time ago. I can't blame them for being greedy. What they pursue is just something that the wizards in the school are accustomed to. But
I also know that it is impossible for the school or the alliance to have enough resources to meet the needs of all wizards..."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" Zheng Qing turned to look at Kolma with a serious tone. He knew that the witch would not show him these things for no reason, but he also did not want this bunch of things that just rose in the North District.
The tiny flame was extinguished.
At the very least, he hoped that next time he came to the North District, he could see the little witch with a curse mark on her forehead, happily playing games with her friends.
"How about teaching them magic?" Korma smiled slightly, tilted her head and looked at the young public-funded students: "I know you are good at talismans. If you have time, you can teach them."
"No problem!" Zheng Qing felt that this request was not excessive at all, and he patted his chest generously, but just in case, he added: "If you have time, it is absolutely no problem."