On Saturday afternoon, Zheng Qing moved back to Dormitory 403 from Qingqiu Mansion.
He wanted to cultivate a little bit of life in the dormitory before the school starts tomorrow and prove to his roommates that he has always been a regular winter vacation.
Although he was originally very regular.
There was no one in the dormitory for ten months, but it was not as cold as Zheng Qing imagined. There were a few fresh sunflowers on the desk. A few elves lay lazily on the huge flower plate. The afternoon sunlight passed through the glass window and fell between the petals and their wings, and a charming halo was emitting. The round and fat cat's body was clustered into a ball, lying in the shadow of the sunflower with its claws. The long purring made people want to grab it twice after hearing it.
"I'm back!"
The young public student opened his arms and shouted in a very destructive manner.
The snoring stopped abruptly. It pulled its ears and its eyes didn't open, but turned around very roughly, aimed its plump butt at Zheng Qing, shook its tail, and then continued its afternoon nap.
Hulala!
A group of elves flew out of the boy's bed curtain, Xixi shouted, her delicate little faces showed a joyful expression, but the few sunflowers were still a little lazy and inactive.
"What's wrong with them?"
Zheng Qing didn't care about Tuantuan's rudeness - for him, it was already very friendly to be able to resist his irritability and not jump up and scratch him twice - but those depressed elves made him feel a little abnormal.
Xixi!
Xixi!
Several slightly clever elves shook their wings and landed in front of the boy's nose, gestured with their arms, and tried to describe the status of their companions to him. At the same time, Zheng Qing had already come to the desk, lowered his head, and looked at the elves on the sunflower plate.
They seemed to be awake, but they seemed to be asleep. The breath of their bodies was slightly ups and downs, but they exuded a lively and lively feeling from the inside out, which was completely different from their depressed appearance at the moment, and they exuded a sleepy and hazy contradictory feeling all over their bodies.
The sharp-eyed witch easily noticed the abnormality - two pointed and curled wings were born under the ribs of the three elves on the flower plate, as if the wings of the new cicada that had just crawled out of the shed in summer had not yet spread.
Like a butterfly in a cocoon.
This was the first thought that arose in Zheng Qing's mind.
When the insect turns into a cocoon and becomes a butterfly, life enters a new stage. If we follow this inference, these elves on the flower plate are in the period of evolution and transformation?
But he had never heard that ordinary alchemy creatures also had the possibility of evolution, especially the elves. In order to save them, Zheng Qing read a large number of books introducing elves, but none of them mentioned that they had the possibility of evolution. The fragile body, weak magic, and simple alchemy structure had locked their life limits.
Just like the half-blooded werewolf and the misty fox of the Yuexia clan, they will never have the chance to spy on the realm of a great wizard.
unless--
Zheng Qing raised his hand and stared at the subtle lines crisscrossing his palms, as if he could see the blood vessels buried between his bones and flesh and the bright red blood flowing through the blood vessels through the thin layer of skin.
When he first treated these elves, he spent a lot of money - literally "heavy money" - of course, now he already knows the particularity of his blood, so he naturally has a vague mental preparation for the current abnormality of the elves.
I just don’t know if all the elves will undergo transformation, or if only a few elves can break through this opportunity.
During this winter vacation, Zheng Qing began to miss Dr. Xiao for the first time. If he were in the dormitory, he would definitely be able to give a relatively proper way to deal with these elves based on the abnormalities.
However, compared with last year, this year's Spring Festival is a little later and only arrived a week before the end of the winter vacation, so the students returned to school much later than last year. Most of them returned to school under the last day's deadline. Even though Zheng Qing was anxious, he could only wait for his roommates to return honestly.
Twist!
A dull knock sound came from outside the window.
Zheng Qing put down the book "Classic Science" in his hand and walked towards the balcony with a puzzled look on his face. He didn't know that he had just entered the dormitory, so who would write to him at this time.
When I opened the window, the green paper crane flapped its wings and flew into the room, circled around the ceiling for a few times, and then shook the bronze mirror hanging in thin silk, then calmly landed in the spread palm of the witch.
The ears that were lying on the snooze suddenly stood up, slowly rotated with the flying of the paper crane, and finally aimed the ears in the direction where Zheng Qing was.
Before the letter was opened, the witch had already judged its origin from the faint fragrance of the paper crane.
There is no beginning or end in the letter, only five beautiful small characters:
"Tonight, cat fruit tree."
In the empty dormitory, a silly laughter rang out. The fat cat's ears, which had just been raised, suddenly fell down, and curled up tighter.
The waiting time is always particularly long.
As the sky was getting dark, the black cat couldn't wait to sneak out of the window of dormitory 403.
Tomorrow is the day to report, and the cat fruit tree has changed its sparse appearance during the winter vacation and has grown again with furry fruits of all sizes. Compared with before the holiday, these fruits have become much more plump.
The black cat always feels that he should receive a round of New Year greetings from the fruits to consolidate his position on the cat fruit tree.
A light breeze on a cold night.
Under the dim moonlight, the rippling waves on the lakeside in the distance seem a little blurry, just like the woods under the night, filled with the artistic conception of ink painting.
The little white cat hasn't arrived yet.
This made the black cat who was excited to come slow down slightly. It shook its fur as soft as black satin, walked dignified steps, and circled the cat fruit tree for several times, evenly spreading its breath among the nearby bushes, and then climbed up to its 'throne' slowly.
From high to low.
One after another, the hair balls left their branches, lined up in a not-to-neat line, and came to the throne honestly to meet their leader. The black cat stretched out one claw in a reserved manner, allowing each hair ball to rub.
When the little white cat came under the tree, the audience ceremony was not over.
After the black cat caught a glimpse of the white cat from the corner of his eye, he immediately left behind the last few new cats that had not yet licked his hair. He pulled down the tree and walked around the little white cat to ask about his well-being, asking what it was like to call him to come tonight.
The little white cat pulled his ears with satisfaction.
It didn't have anything important, it just felt that it had been living in Qingqiu Mansion for a while and felt a little unhappy. Tonight, I came to the cat fruit tree, stepped on the black cat's head, and enjoyed the lake breeze, which finally made it feel a little refreshed.