Zheng Qing held the cigarette and took a long drag.
As soon as the thick smoke entered his mouth, a pungent feeling spread, traveling down his throat and stimulating his lungs.
Zheng Qing's eyes immediately turned red.
The cigarette burned slowly, and light blue smoke rose.
The surrounding guests seemed to be distorted and blurry in the smoke.
"Cough cough cough!" Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it and began to cough violently.
"I feel like I smoked a fake cigarette." He croaked, looking at the gypsy witch in front of him, his eyes a little red.
"That's because you are a fake wizard." Elena smiled slightly: "Every wizard knows that tobacco with added dry grinding powder of Aconite needs to be moistened in fog wine before lighting."
After hearing this, Zheng Qing coughed even more violently.
"Press it with the fog bee, you should feel better." The gypsy witch put the wine glass into Zheng Qing's hand.
The cold touch of the wine glass made Zheng Qing feel very comfortable, but what made him even more distracted was the feeling of the catkin holding the wine glass touching his skin.
He forgot to cough for a moment and stayed there.
"Very beautiful cufflinks." Elena's praise brought Zheng Qing's attention back to reality.
"This," Zheng Qing touched the jewelry on his cuffs in a panic and said, "This is a gift from a friend."
"Do friends need to give gifts to each other?" The witch nodded thoughtfully and whispered, "The elders have never taught these things."
"What?" There was a lot of noise in the bar, and Zheng Qing didn't hear the witch's last words clearly.
"It's okay... I mean, I heard that you are looking for a way to rescue a group of 'owner-less' elves recently, right?" Elena raised her head slightly, looked at the little creatures resting above the cupboard, and praised: "For the little elves,
For the elves, this is indeed a very great move."
"It's nothing..." Zheng Qing blushed and added without confidence: "Actually, I haven't found a way to save those elves yet."
"But there is always a way, isn't it?...Ah! The smoke has already taken shape...What was it that you wanted to divine just now?" The witch turned back and looked at the cloud of smoke that slowly gathered in front of the two of them.
, suggested with great interest: "Don't you look at your smoke?"
Zheng Qing nodded quickly and looked at the smoke.
At the same time, he took a few sips of the wine in the glass as if to cover up.
As expected, he was choked to death again.
Elena didn't pay attention to the boy's gaffe.
She was looking at the smoke between the two of them intently, slowly analyzing:
"The smoke is very thin and has strong light transmittance; it is white and shadowless, intermittently connected, in the shape of fish scales; the tail band is as thin as silk, with flocculent shapes; this is a standard cirrocumulus cloud."
"I mentioned before that cumulus clouds represent a negative side, which also means that time is relatively close; cirrus clouds represent a positive side, which also means that time is relatively far away."
"Cirrocumulus clouds combine these two characteristics and are a very obscure cloud language."
"The things you predict may not have good results in the short term, but in the long run, they will be as you wish."
"It may be that you get what you want in the short term, but in the long run, it won't have good results."
Zheng Qing smelt the cigarette held between his fingers in a glass of fog wine, borrowed a light from the multi-arm waiter, and took another deep puff.
This time, although the smoke filling the lungs was still a little bitter, it no longer had the strong irritating feeling it had last time.
He didn't like the results of Elena's divination.
What he wanted to ask about was his marriage to this gypsy witch.
The cirrocumulus cloud metaphor solved by Elena cannot be called a superior sign from any aspect.
"Ancient divination is too random and may not be accurate. Don't care too much about this result." Perhaps aware that the divination results are not optimistic, the witch said with relief: "If you are very concerned about it, you can ask Professor Yi Jiazi to use modern divination methods to help you."
Take a look."
Zheng Qing did not speak, but continued to smoke the half-burned cigarette in silence.
One bite after another.
"Do you usually smoke?" Irena put her nose in front of Zheng Qing and sniffed, blinking her big eyes, and said, "I wonder why you have a familiar smell on your body."
"No smoking, no smoking!" Zheng Qing finally stopped being silent. He smiled bitterly and waved his hands repeatedly: "On weekdays, I am a bad young man who doesn't smoke, drink, or play cards."
"But I see that you are very skilled at smoking."
"I'm just learning to play." Zheng Qing licked the cigarette butt in his hand with some embarrassment.
"It's really interesting." Elena suddenly laughed. She was lying on the table, laughing so hard that the cigarette in her cigarette holder almost fell to the ground.
She raised her head and saw Zheng Qing's incomprehensible look. She suppressed her laughter, opened her hazy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "You said you don't smoke, drink, or play cards, but I don't leave my hand with cigarettes, alcohol, or cards.
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Zheng Qing's heart moved slightly, and he reached out to snatch the cigarette from Elena's fingers and crushed it in the ashtray.
"What?" Elena's eyes became increasingly hazy.
"I just feel bad." Zheng Qing took a sip of wine with some embarrassment.
"Pfft." Elena made a mouth gesture like blowing out a smoke ring, then rolled her eyes beautifully, stood up, and stretched her arms: "It's already very late, I have to leave."
Zheng Qing also stood up and looked at the witch's back as she turned away, feeling a sense of loss.
After walking a few steps, the witch suddenly turned back, jumped a few steps lightly, came to Zheng Qing's eyes, reached out and pressed heavily on the top of his head, and rubbed it wantonly.
Zheng Qing was dumbfounded, and could only vaguely feel a hot and slightly drunk wind blowing by his ears.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it." The gypsy witch laughed and added: "It's so cute..."
Zheng Qing stretched out his finger and touched the witch's red lips to stop what she was about to say.
Obviously, his action was too abrupt.
Both of them were frightened by his move.
After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Qing's face slowly began to turn red, like a cooked shrimp, red and translucent.
Then two blushes appeared on Elena's face.
"Ahem!" Zheng Qing cleared his throat loudly, but it was obvious that the effect was not good.
The sound coming out of his mouth was a little leaky and slightly changed.
"Boys, you can't describe them as cute!"
He blushed and looked at the witch very seriously.
Elena had a smile on her face.
She suddenly pouted and blew on Zheng Qing's fingers.
Zheng Qing seemed to have been burned, and quickly took back the hand in front of the other person's mouth.
"I'm sorry!" He apologized repeatedly in a panicked tone that he had just woken up: "I'm very sorry!"
"It doesn't matter." The witch turned and left lightly, leaving behind a wisp of fragrance and a string of laughter like silver bells: "Don't show that cute expression next time...it's easy to get into trouble..."
Zheng Qing tried hard to think about the meaning of this sentence.
But in the end nothing was gained.
When he came back to his senses, the beautiful woman was gone.
There is an empty cup and a little bit of ashes left in front of me.