Pushing the door open, there is a dark corridor in front of you, and you can vaguely see spots of light in the distance.
The smell of damp wall coverings mixed with rust and moldy wood flowed into Zheng Qing's nose, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.
"Ah sneeze!"
Along with this sneeze, the iron door behind him slowly closed.
Blocking the light behind him, he also blocked the sound of Westminster Abbey bells coming from far behind.
"A strong sense of déjà vu," the young public-funded student chuckled. He no longer felt uneasy like last time. Instead, he skillfully took out his Dharma book, opened the title page, and read softly:
"Hey, little star, I'm in the east!"
Three to five points of twinkling starlight suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing, like huge fireflies, dancing happily, drawing beautiful lines of light in the dark basement corridor, illuminating the surrounding area.
This is a lighting spell commonly used by students. It consumes low magic power and summons cold light. It is very suitable for use in the depths of the library or when hunting. It is similar to 'Dongfang Zeming, Moonrise Light' or 'Gaogao Rising Sun'.
Compared with spells such as 'Moonrise Bright' and other spells, '咒比小星' requires very high skills in its use. It is often used by everyone to compete to see who can summon more small stars with beautiful flying trajectories.
Zheng Qing learned this mantra from Dylan.
After walking dozens of steps along the corridor, he turned a corner and saw a familiar staircase standing quietly not far in front of Zheng Qing.
"Click."
Zheng Qing opened his pocket watch and took a look at the time.
At 9:46 pm, it was less than a minute before he left Phuket Island and the school where he had lived for half a year.
"Amazing magic." The young wizard murmured in a low voice and carefully put away the pass hanging on his chest. This was his voucher for returning to school in two weeks.
Then he took the heavy luggage out of the gray cloth bag and began to climb the stairs panting.
"I'm back!!"
As he climbed, he yelled.
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Zheng Qing returned home on the night of the 18th, on the tail end of Xiaonian.
At that time, the family was sitting around eating together and watching TV. In the incense burner under the statue of the Kitchen God in the kitchen, the fine incense that had just been refilled was emitting wisps of green smoke. On the TV, the Chinese New Year programs year after year were the same as last year.
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Not surprisingly, Zheng Qing's sudden appearance at the door of the house shocked the family.
"Didn't the school inform us that you can't come back until tomorrow? Why are you coming back so late at night!" Zheng's father was worried about Zheng Qing's sudden appearance. He had originally planned to drive to Chang'an Airport to pick him up the next day. [**...Finally
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For students whose family members are not wizards, First University will adopt the method of blocking information and confusing magic to ensure the distance between the wizarding world and Baiding's world. Correspondingly, the school also has special facilities for gifts during holidays, or for making phone calls and sending and receiving letters on weekdays.
The organization is responsible.
It's like going home this winter vacation.
The return date informed by the school to the students' parents is about one day later than the students' actual return date. This can prevent some students' parents from actually going to the airport or pier to pick them up and complicating the situation.
As for related explanations, the school also has a unified statement.
"The school has notified us at short notice that the end-of-year flight adjustment has brought forward the flight to our school." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes in his heart, but explained seriously: "Originally, I was thinking of going to Chang'an to call home.
The phone...but I thought it wasn’t that far away, so I stopped fussing.”
Regarding Zheng Qing's explanation, the family members had no doubts and only complained a little about the school.
Compared with his father, Zheng Qing's mother's concerns are much more practical.
"Everyone is back, why are you talking about those useless things?" She was busy, adding a pair of dishes and chopsticks to Zheng Qing, and at the same time urged: "Wash up quickly, go to dust, and then eat first... not yet
Let’s have dinner!”
Zheng Qing was vague, neither confirming nor denying.
In fact, he had just had dinner less than four hours ago, but looking at his mother's expectant eyes and listening to her joyful tone, he really didn't have the courage to refuse.
"Then I'm going to wash up first." He muttered, piled a few large gift bags at the door, and walked straight to the bathroom.
Behind him, there was a faint conversation between parents complaining to each other.
"I told you a long time ago that we should wrap the dumplings today so that the children can eat them when they come back tomorrow. You insist on making them tomorrow."
"Wouldn't it be fresher tomorrow? Who knew he would be back tonight..."
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While Zheng Qing was eating, Professor Zheng, who had already rested, also got up and came to the living room.
"You're back? Are you tired from the journey?"
"Is it hard to study in college?... Don't relax too much after entering college. I remember that your studies are a bachelor's, master's and doctoral program, right? This requires your usual grade points, so you can't be careless at all!"
The old man was sitting on the sofa, chattering and talking about Zheng Qing's studies. While eating, Zheng Qing chose nice things to say to satisfy the old man. Father Zheng and Mother Zheng wanted to stop the old man from talking about those heavy topics, but they didn't want to be serious.
If you open your mouth to interrupt, you can only push me and I will push you. Zheng Qing laughed secretly.
After sitting for a long time, perhaps because of his lack of energy, Professor Zheng stood up and planned to rest again.
Zheng Qing could almost hear his parents letting out a long sigh of relief in the living room.
"Oh, by the way." After standing up and taking two steps, Professor Zheng suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said to Zheng Qing: "Mr. Wu has not been in the store recently... He mentioned it to me when I went out a few days ago.
, I want you to take some time to go to the store and have a look... The Chinese New Year is coming soon, so when you go to the store, remember to clean it up and post couplets about the door god or something."
"Oh, no problem." Zheng Qing agreed repeatedly, but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Although he had heard from his husband before and was mentally prepared that he would not be able to meet his husband when he returned home during the Chinese New Year, he still had a little extravagant hope in his heart before returning home.
Professor Zheng didn't notice his grandson's expression, but still ordered calmly: "...and the yellow civet in Mr. Wu's shop. When he left, he also asked us to take care of it more, and you go clean the shop.
Pay attention when you go to the store, and if the cat is in the store, take it home. Anyway, it won’t take a few days.”
When Zheng Qing heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
That yellow fox still needs to be taken care of by himself? This joke is really funny. However, considering that his husband's words were not without purpose, Zheng Qing agreed without hesitation.
After the arrangements were made, Professor Zheng walked to the bedroom with satisfaction.
As he walked, he muttered: "I don't know where the fat mouse at home has gone... I turned back and asked the tabby cat to look for it. Maybe he can find it..."
Zheng Qing knew that the fat rat the old man was talking about was probably 'Fei Rui' who had lived at home for a long time. Because time had passed, the old man had become very sensitive to that clever little thing, so he would never forget it.
Of course, he also knew that Fei Rui had returned to Phuket Island now, and no matter how powerful Mr. Huang's brother was, he would never find the fat mouse at home.
However, he would never tell his grandfather about such a thing.
Some things can only rely on the power of time to slowly wash away the traces they have left.