Zheng Qing shook his smile and walked silently into the alley with his worries.
Although today is the Spring Festival, the time in this alley seems to have solidified. No matter when he comes, he always exudes a gloomy and quiet temperament. The blue-gray high walls stand on both sides, like a solid cage, creating a strong sense of oppression, making every step quieter.
In this environment, even the vines on the wall seem to grow a little darker than the outside color.
It was not until Zheng Qing walked to the Institute of Abnormal Life that he felt that the depressing atmosphere around him was slightly loosened. The lanterns hanging on both sides of the door cast a small overlapping oval light spot. A low long table was placed in the center of the light spot, and wine, celery, jujube, chestnut, and vegetable soup were placed on the table.
It is also a gift for releasing food.
However, compared with the rituals of Qingqiu Mansion, the placement of the institute seems much shabby. In addition to the wine and dishes, there are no ritual vessels such as snails, drums, golden bells, and jade pans on the left and right.
As for why his sacrificial table was placed outdoors, Zheng Qing speculated that it might be related to Dr. Du Zemu's origin was not related to China; or it might be just because his yard was small and he could not set up the sacrificial table; or the doctor was not particular about the details and wanted to take advantage of this table to sacrifice to the two door gods on the door - because Zheng Qing noticed that a small incense burner was placed next to the sacrificial table. At this time, the incense in the furnace was not over, and three wisps of slender white smoke rose from the holes on the furnace, and it was not in the room of the talisman board.
Although Shentu and Yulei were still holding weapons and looking diligent, they knew that they were indulging in incense at this time.
However, the white-haired tiger was holding a small orange lantern drawn by someone, jumping around the left and right door panels in high spirits.
"Ha! That little thief!"
As soon as he saw Zheng Qing's figure, the white-haired tiger suddenly became happy. He threw the small orange lamp aside with his claws, lowered his body, and shook his tail. Two huge golden eyes were shining in the night, full of momentum:
"Who is coming? Sign up!"
"Zheng Qing, I made an appointment with Dr. Du Zem to visit tonight." The boy answered honestly.
"Are there any visits?" Baimaohu asked with his eyes slanted.
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment: "I still want to pay a visit? Didn't I knock on the door when I came here? Don't you know me anymore? I talked to you last night!"
As he said that, he unconsciously glanced at the bell on the blue-black door.
"Ha, where did you come from the slutch guy?"
The white-haired tiger sneered repeatedly, and his tail was swinging happily behind him: "How can my doctor be seen by any cat or dog? No reply, don't bother at the door, be careful that I will report it, lock you with a three-fork sword and tie the chain!"
Zheng Qing scratched his head.
It’s not that the white-haired tiger is making a fool of itself. As a door god, they are indeed closely related to the law enforcement agencies of the alliance and can actively ask for assistance from institutions such as the Three-Fork Sword.
But people like him who often visit Dr. Duzem will not be treated like this.
The young wizard was very suspicious because he and the witch had annoyed the white-haired tiger by the incident at the door last night, so they were troubled by it at the door.
The trouble is that the door gods do have the power to "close the door". If this white-haired tiger really blocks the door and isolates the inside and outside, Zheng Qing will not be able to smash the door of other people and break in.
In a dilemma.
The heavy blue-black door in front of me slowly opened, and an old face popped out.
It was Duzem's servant, Old Man Constantine.
"Good evening, Master Zheng Qing." The old man saluted the young wizard in a regular manner, opened the door, blocked his body in front of the white-haired tiger, and said respectfully: "My young master already knows that you are here and is waiting in the study... Don't be as knowledgeable as this kitten, it has eaten too much incense tonight and is a little impatient."
"It's okay, it's okay." Zheng Qing smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, but when he passed by the white-haired tiger, he couldn't help but make a face at it.
The old servant looked at his eyes, nose, and heart, as if he was unconscious.
However, the white-haired tiger was so angry that it caught the small orange lamp and swayed randomly to vent its restless anger. The swaying lights were almost extinguished.
Similar to yesterday, Dr. Duzem is still busy with his artwork at his desk today.
But unlike yesterday, today's study room seemed a little crowded. Zheng Qing noticed that there was a wide chair next to the desk. In addition to the large glass jar containing a sunflower vase, there was also a bottle of apple dew tied to celery.
Zheng Qing is very familiar with the glass jar containing sunflowers.
Because he chose this glass jar, the sunflower inside was the sunflower occupied by three sleeping elves in the dormitory. At this moment, they were still sleeping soundly on the blooming flower plate, as if they were completely unaware of being in a foreign land.
As for this glass jar, it was brought by Zheng Qing when Fatty Xin came to the pedestrian street to collect folk songs in the afternoon. This will give the doctor more time to check.
And the apple dew tied to celery seems a bit strange.
"That's the delivery gift from Lin Guo to me." After finishing the work at hand, Dr. Du Zem raised his head, noticed the male witch's gaze, and explained briefly.
Zheng Qing suddenly realized.
Shangyuan's interpretation of dishes is an ancient ritual, but it also has different uses. Zheng Qing's interpretation of dishes in Qingqiu Mansion was a sacrifice ceremony for eliminating disasters. The main function is to clear out unknowns and pray for blessings. There is another interpretation of dishes, which is used to pay homage to teachers and worship teachers to show respect and respect.
However, in Zheng Qing's impression, Lin Guo lived alone at a young age, and in theory, he should not understand such complex and trivial etiquette, but he didn't know where he learned this knowledge.
But when I thought about it again, I felt relieved - Lin Guo grew up in the best university in the wizarding world, and her neighbors and school elders took care of each other from time to time, how could she not learn knowledge?
While these thoughts flashed through his mind, he did not forget to take out the gift he had prepared and handed it over respectfully.
Dr. Du Zem held the apple dew given by Zheng Qing and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Although Apple Dew is the most cost-effective, safest and suitable gift for students, you are obviously not included." He half-jokingly reached out and pulled around: "Your bottle of Apple Dew is enough to buy my old building... Of course, it does not include the knowledge in the house."
"Of course, of course, knowledge is priceless after all." The guest nodded restrainedly, but his heart was a little confused. Although he knew that the bottle of apple dew was of high quality, he did not expect the price to be so high.
This old building only depends on the layout, and I am afraid it will cost dozens of jade coins!
No wonder when he took it away, Su Man's maid's face was not very good-looking.