Hunting High School

A small bowl of white rice and two side dishes.

The two ate for half an hour—most of the time, it was Zhu Si who was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat the chicken head. She carefully sucked every broken bone on it, and told the wizard what every piece of meat tasted like.

As for the vegetable, Zheng Qing carefully cut it into two parts, one for each person.

After a long time, the two of them rubbed their bellies and lay lazily on the black-gray floor. Looking at the gray-white ceiling above their heads, they began to be in a daze.

In the gaps between the covered mirrors, the shadows of the uncovered mirrors flickered, which was a bit dazzling.

Both wizards, one big and one small, ignored the dazzling feeling and focused on the satisfaction in front of them.

"It's delicious." Zheng Qing murmured.

"How about it, it's a big meal!" The little girl's tone was full of pride.

"It's just that the surrounding environment is a bit poor." The boy sighed and commented half-jokingly. But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted it.

Why use the cold reality to puncture the little girl's beautiful imagination at this time?

Sure enough, there was suddenly no sound from the side.

Zheng Qing turned her face to the side and took a careful look at Zhu Si. She had already sat up and was biting her fingers with a troubled look on her face.

"Just kidding, just kidding." The boy got up, waved his hands again and again, and looked around: "Mirror, mirror... as the saying goes, 'Writing on the moon has no fragrant osmanthus, but shining on the sun, there are flowers and water chestnuts', what is more beautiful than being surrounded by many flowers What about the environment?"

This flattery is a little too much, but right now, Zheng Qing can only keep his mouth shut in order to take back what he just said.

The little witch finally bit her finger hard.

"Yes!" She looked affirmative, as if she had made great determination, and took out a dilapidated cardboard box from her pocket—the pattern on the box was already faded, but the sandpaper on the side of the box was as new as ever.

This is a box of matches.

The little witch opened the matchbox, and there were only two matches left in it.

Her fingertips lingered between the two matches for a long time, and finally squeezed out the thinner one.

"No, no need, I was just joking just now." Zheng Qing felt like he had caused a catastrophe, and tried his best to stop the little witch's actions.

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But Zhu Si is not a little girl who can be easily swayed by others.

"Mom said, don't let the guests feel rude!" She pinched the match, her eyes were full of piety and reluctance, as if pinching a world.

Zheng Qing scolded herself bloody from the bottom of her heart.

"Chi..."

The red phosphorus slid across the sandpaper, and a small orange flame lit up.

The light extended in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Qing found himself sitting in a warm living room.

A soft sofa, a large coffee table, a fruit plate full of grapes, oranges and pineapples, a beautiful lotus leaf chandelier above the head, landscape paintings of snow-capped mountains and forests on the wall, and kittens meowing around their feet. There was also beautiful piano music, playing Zheng Qing's favorite Canon.

Like a kitten, Zhu Si curled up lazily on the sofa opposite Zheng Qing, with a happy smile on his face. Zheng Qing vaguely saw a hazy figure sitting on her left and right, one was helping her comb her hair, the other was holding a book, as if telling her a story.

There is a red candle on the table, which burns very fast.

Zheng Qing watched helplessly as the wax drained away centimeter by centimeter and centimeter by centimeter.

Until the last spark blew and extinguished on the remaining wax oil, the warm and comfortable environment around Zheng Qing disappeared without a trace.

The cold and dry atmosphere of the mirror world enveloped the wizard again, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhu Si sat across from him blankly, holding a burnt matchstick in his hand. She subconsciously touched the last match in the matchbox, but at the last moment she clenched her hand holding the matchbox tightly.

The little hands turned white.

a long time.

She sighed contentedly.

"Okay." She seemed to be asking the boy, but also seemed to be asking and answering herself.

Zheng Qing didn't answer.

His eyelids finally couldn't hold back the burning heat in his eyes, and the soreness from the tip of his nose was like thick ink pouring into a puddle of clear water, which spread quickly and invaded every corner of his body.

The aroma of chicken and rice still remains in the mouth, but it is more bitter than coptis root.

"Okay." He replied nasally.

"Huh? Why are your eyes red?"

"The wind is strong, it blows."

"Mom said that if you lie to someone, your nose will get longer."

"Hey, I just feel that the bridge of my nose is a bit collapsed," Zheng Qing forced a smile: "What's next? What are you going to do next?"

Zhu Si stretched his waist, clenched his fist and waved it in the air:

"Eat and drink enough...you should go!"

"Let's go together." Zheng Qing tried again—it's not that he didn't think about knocking out the little witch and taking her out, but on the one hand, in this strange environment, he still needed the little witch to help guide the way and tell her His way in and out of the mirror world; on the other hand, he is also afraid.

The little witch who was afraid of being in front of him now was just a little shadow left by Zhu Si.

Fear of the huge difference between staying in the mirror world for a few months and being outside for half a century will make the little witch completely collapse the moment she walks out of the mirror world-this collapse may be spiritual or physical sense.

Therefore, Zhu Si had to agree to go out by himself.

In the concept of magic, promise and consent have a very strong binding force. Zheng Qing can only hope that this ancient power can avoid the risk of Zhu Si walking out of the mirror world to the greatest extent.

The nostalgia and satisfaction in the eyes of the little witch have disappeared, and the eyes have become alert again.

She put away the matchbox and picture album, and then tried to stuff the box of Shuang Tang Ji's 'Sugar Sheep' into her pocket. At the same time, he smiled and glanced at the boy: "I've said it several times...I can't go out yet!"

Zheng Qing decided to ask her husband for help after going out.

Mr. is so powerful, there must be a way!

"Then how can I find you next time I come in?" He had to ensure this before he could leave with peace of mind.

"You're so stupid, you can't find mine...but you smell good, and I can find you from a long distance. As long as you come in, I should be able to find you!"

"Then what gift do you want? I'll bring it to you next time!"

"Hmm... Is ice cream okay? It's been a long time since I've eaten ice cream... I kind of miss that icy, sweet taste. There's also cinnabar. I can pick up some in the mirror, but it's not enough."

Zheng Qing patted his head hard.

He took out his own gray cloth bag, tore open the bag, and dumped all the contents on the floor: "Look, if you want anything, take it away."

While talking, he pushed his big bag of cinnabar in front of the little witch: "Authentic Chenzhou sand can be used to draw symbols and make medicines... Do you want yellow paper? I also have here... Well, this inkstone can be used by yourself. To spit water, you just need to rub the head of this little snake with a brush."

The little witch was amazed and her eyes sparkled.