It was a day of heavy snow, the air was cold and clear, and the sound of people and birds in the lake was perfect.
The rime is foggy, and the sky and clouds are clearly white and black against the rockery lake. The small island in the center of the lake is like a snow lotus in the ink pond, and the white pagoda on the island, like the stamen of a lotus, stands there. Across the rockery rocks, the witches can be clearly seen.
It could be seen that the rattlesnake's head was pointed directly at the white tower, looking for something.
Because there was a lot of snow on the lakeside, it was inevitable that there would be traps or traps left by the little monsters in the lake deep in the hay nests. Therefore, Zheng Qing and Elena did not go far, but stayed close and took a detour behind the rockery.
, I chose a deserted open space, walked slowly, ate, and enjoyed the rare tranquility and tranquility by the lake.
The gypsy witch had something on her mind, and from time to time she raised her head and glanced at the long worm on the rockery.
Her behavior soon attracted the attention of the young public-funded students.
"If you are worried, I can fly a paper crane and let Liu Feifei take her little dragon." Zheng Qing thought that Elena was worried about the safety of the rattlesnake, so he advised: "I think that snake is also spiritual.
, if it really feels cold, it will definitely sneak back in advance and will definitely not freeze outside."
Elena forced a smile and said nothing.
After a while, she suddenly spoke and asked, "Why do you trust your eyes or feelings so much?"
This question seemed a bit abrupt, making people confused - Zheng Qing didn't know whether she was referring to what she had just speculated on, or something else.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally chose a slightly tricky answer: "If a wizard doesn't believe in his own feelings, what else can he believe in?"
What he said is based on what Thomas Alva, the great wizard of the 18th century, said: 'Real magic is one percent feeling and ninety-nine percent skill.
If you don't trust your own feelings, you will never have a chance to experience true magic.'
The gypsy witch smiled slightly and seemed to find his answer interesting.
She didn't say anything, but walked in front of Zheng Qing, hands behind her back, stepping carefully on the white and smooth snow, taking every step with extreme caution, as if she was worried that there was a hole underneath.
The hem of the long skirt was dragging on the ground, covered with snow particles, and stained with mud. The young wizard looked a little uneasy. He actually asked the witch to mention the hem of his skirt, but this idea could only be kept in his mind.
After a while - he felt that if he really had the temerity to lift up the witch's skirt, he would be regarded as a pervert and kicked into the lake the next second.
He simply moved his eyes away from the skirt and stared at the charming back of the witch.
"Look at the lake in front of you, what can you find?" The figure in front suddenly stopped, interrupting the few thoughts that had just passed through the wizard's mind.
Zheng Qing coughed twice and raised his head, not daring to look at the witch for fear that she would notice the guilt in his eyes. He raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the witch, only to realize that the two of them had already reached the lakeside.
A little beyond is the sparkling lake water.
Because of the snow, the lake looked particularly quiet today. Looking at it, it looked like a huge blue gem.
"Snow, water, and the shadowy aquatic plants in the lake." The young public-funded student blurted out his answer.
"Is there any more?" the witch asked persistently.
Zheng Qing lowered his head and saw his own shadow in the water.
He grinned with a bright smile on his face: "And your beautiful figure."
This answer should be given 101 points, he thought with pride in his heart, one extra point is used to reward the brain cells he just sacrificed.
When the gypsy witch heard this, she burst out laughing.
She raised her hand and grabbed the wizard's ear, twisting it gently: "Glib tongue...get to the point!"
"Except for that figure, there is no other important point!" Zheng Qing made a grimace, but his tone showed an unprecedented firmness.
The witch stopped smiling and said no more. Instead, she turned around with her back to the wizard, and stood silently on the shore, looking at the quiet lake, motionless.
Zheng Qing touched the tip of his nose, wondering if what he just said was a bit too much - but if he did it again, he would still say that. Sometimes, the answer is not just a simple answer, but also
It's an attitude.
a long time.
The witch slowly spoke: "We are always so ignorant."
After saying this, she fell silent again. The young public-funded student scratched his head and looked at her inexplicably, but very wisely, he kept his mouth shut and did not say anything.
Sure enough, soon the witch spoke again.
"Really, we really know nothing." She murmured, her voice was a little soft, like a whisper. If it weren't for the silence around her, and Zheng Qing pricked up his ears to listen to her attentively, he would not be able to hear her clearly.
What is said.
"...We are just some miserable souls bound by flesh and blood. Because of a little spirituality infused by God, we barely touched some incomplete images, and thought we saw the essence of the world."
"Who knew we saw reflections in the lake from time to time?"
These words seemed a bit profound. It seemed that Lao Yao had said similar words in his magic philosophy, but Zheng Qing couldn't remember it clearly. He frowned, instinctively feeling that the Gypsy Witch had just said something very important.
"Just like this lake," Elena's tone suddenly became brisk again, she raised her finger and pointed at Linzhong Lake in front of her, and said: "In our sight, there are only some water plants and elves in the lake, but maybe there are things we can't see.
At this level, this lake is a complete, dark world."
Zheng Qing finally found a reason to talk: "It's fine for us to live in our own world. There is no need to care about things in other worlds."
"Yes...it's good to live in your own world." Elena took a long breath, suddenly turned around, looked at the young public-funded student intently, then closed her eyes and said softly:
"kiss Me."
Zheng Qing thought he heard wrongly.
He swallowed and stared blankly at the witch in front of him. His eyes slowly slid from her delicate face to her waist, watching her hands tightly clenching the waist button in front of her, looking at the
Thin gauze skirt, vaguely revealing the exquisite body.
Then his eyes suddenly closed and returned to the witch's face.
Against the background of the snow, her whole body seemed to have a milky white halo, which was mesmerizing.
The fragrant fragrance of the witch filled the air, making the young public-funded student feel a little dizzy. The corners of his eyes slid over her bulging chest, over the collarbone vaguely exposed in her collar, and over her white neck,
Finally, it stopped at those charming, flaming red lips.
"Kiss me." The witch murmured, almost like a whisper.
The young public servant paused, let out a breath, stiffly took a step forward, slowly lowered his head, and pursed his red lips.
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