The charcoal fire in the small stove has turned dark purple. The spout of the red clay teapot on the stove weakly spits out streams of pearl-colored mist, which deposits downward, making the color of the charcoal fire darker and darker.
The amber tea in the tea bowl is already cold.
The raccoon snorted and wrinkled the bowl of amber, blowing away the scene reflected in the amber - green vines rising from the ground piercing the sky, connecting the worlds between two different dimensions.
The figures of the young wizards were like a few ants, slowly climbing up from the foot of the vine.
The tabby cat shook its beard, pulled its ears back, then raised its butt, slumped its shoulders, and stretched out comfortably. Its furry tail swept randomly behind it, as if waving at a welcome ceremony.
Outside the window, the moon and stars were sparse.
Because it was already late at night, there were few pedestrians on the street, and several nearby shops had closed early. Only a window on the second floor of the Wandering Bar diagonally across the street still shone with a faint light, just like the one beneath it.
It's like a bookstore.
Huang Huali turned around and glanced at the deck chair not far behind him.
The owner of Sanyou Bookstore was squinting and snoring comfortably. The reading glasses on the bridge of his nose had almost slid to the tip of his nose, and it seemed that they would fall off his face in the next second.
"Many old guys just fell asleep and died like this." Huang Huali snorted again, stared at Mr. Wu maliciously, and said sarcastically: "As the saying goes, 'Why sleep for a long time before you are alive, you will sleep forever after you die.'
...What difference does it make to you whether you have your eyes open or closed? Pretending is the most disgusting thing."
The snoring on the recliner stopped for a few seconds.
Mr. Wu twisted his body, slightly drooped his eyelids, and glanced at the cat: "Is it done?"
Then he glanced at the sky.
"It's been a long night," muttered the gentleman.
The hair on the yellow raccoon's neck suddenly exploded: "You obviously didn't sleep! Why do you want me to keep staring!"
"This is the sense of ritual in life. I have said it many times." The owner of Sanyou Bookstore adjusted his glasses to stop them from falling further, and then replied slowly: "Since I want to live as a human being,
In this world, you have to live like a human being...when you open your eyes, you are awake, when you close your eyes, you are asleep, and when you are asleep, you naturally cannot see. This is the rule."
"Besides, the unknown is the most beautiful experience we can have, and is the source of all magic and art... Open your eyes and turn the unknown into the known, and life will lose a lot of fun. Just like I understand all problems
But I don’t intend to solve all problems... When you stand at my level, you will understand the meaning of these words."
"Shit!" the yellow raccoon spit out a fur ball angrily.
"Look," Mr. Wu smiled happily as he watched the fur ball roll into the depths of the bookshelf, and nodded with satisfaction: "You have also captured the essence of life... A cat should snore in its free time.
I spit out hair balls, catch mice when I’m busy, and look at the shop.”
Huang Huali was still about to say something, but suddenly there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the window.
It looks back.
Through the clear glass window, with the sparse light outside the window, you can see a group of wizards wearing light-colored robes passing by in a hurry. A dozen dim light balls float around them, illuminating a small area around them.
This is the third wave of patrols passing by the store tonight.
It's just that they are different from ordinary patrolling wizards. These wizards wearing light-colored robes all have a large bag slung over their shoulders. The pocket is full of squirming figures. Whenever one of the light balls of the lighting spell disappears, a wizard will appear.
He took out a frog from his pocket, chanted a spell, and summoned a new ball of light.
Then the frog turned to ashes amid the sound of the curse.
"The school's manpower seems to be really short." The owner of Sanyou Bookstore picked up the teapot from the small stove, poured a small cup of tea, blew on it, took a sip, and then sighed: "...North District
These dolls were sent to patrol without even preparing a few sets of better Dharma books."
"Isn't it because that brat got into trouble again?!" Huang Huali looked away and roared at the shop owner: "I have long said that we can't let him run around... If he doesn't mess up the museum, the school will be in trouble now
Will there be a shortage of manpower?”
Mr. Wu took another sip of tea.
"Have you caught those two mice?" He wisely gave up the argument - if he argued with the cat about the training plan for Zheng Qing, he would have no chance to take a nap tonight - so he changed the topic to the cat:
"...If I were you, I would look further ahead. If I circle around this town, I won't be able to catch those two little mice."
Before Zheng Qing's last explosion, the Rat Immortal once swore to Huang Huali that there was no danger in the secret world and that Zheng Qing and the witches' exploration activities were absolutely safe. And Huang Huali also assured his husband in the same way.
Then, Nicholas, the Mother of the Black Goat of the Forest, and Satogua, the Holy Slother, came together, and classmate Zheng Qing exploded with glory. This made the yellow fox very embarrassed in front of Mr. Wu.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two mice ran away. The tabby cat searched for a long time but failed to catch the Mouse Immortal and Fei Rui by their tails. In addition, many things happened in and outside the school recently, so the tabby cat was less interested in catching mice.
At this moment, Huanghuali suddenly became vigilant when he heard the owner of Sanyou Bookstore suddenly mention this matter.
"What do you want to do?" It subconsciously glanced at the cabinet where the dried fish was hidden, and its tail that was hanging behind it lifted up like a duster, and said with an inward look: "...That's not an ordinary mouse! You must give me more.
a little time!"
"You are not an ordinary cat." Mr. Wu looked at the tabby cat with a smile, changed the subject, and jumped to another channel: "...Speaking of which, did those dolls in the North District discover something?
The wave ran back."
Outside the window, there was a new group of North District wizards, carrying packages full of frogs, and hurriedly ran in a certain direction.
Huang Huali's thoughts were disrupted by the jumping topic of the bookstore owner. He had long forgotten the anger and disputes before. With the topic started by his husband, curiosity also arose: "These two groups of wizards are not patrolling the town. They look like
Patrolling the Silent Forest...did they find anything interesting in the forest?"
As he spoke, he lowered his head, pinched his furry cat paws, and began to count.
"It's not Kuroshio, that little banshee is not ready yet." After a moment, Huang Huali shook his head and looked out the window with more and more curiosity: "...can actually block my divination? At least two great wizards disrupted the secret of heaven.
."
"Aren't you going to follow me and have a look?" Mr. Wu encouraged, putting the teapot back on the small stove.
Huang Huali glanced at him suspiciously, always feeling that this suggestion was malicious: "What are you planning?"
The owner of Sanyou Bookstore looked at it calmly: "I just want to have a good sleep at night... I haven't had a sound sleep in a long time."