August 31st, the first day of the eighth lunar month, was sunny with light wind.
Appropriate, marry, adopt, open the market, travel; taboo, break ground.
Chang'an Airport.
Zheng Qing counted the bad luck with his fingers for a long time and was very satisfied with the day chosen for the school.
Before coming to the airport, he made another trip to Hui Zi Ji and carefully asked Pan Luer about how to board the plane.
"Take your boarding pass and ask the ground service staff to change your registration card at any counter where there is no queue, and then follow the instructions on the registration card and get on the plane directly."
Pan Luer explained lightly, but Zheng Qing sounded worried.
"Any counter will do? Why look for an empty counter?" he asked.
"Isn't it slow when there are people queuing up?" Pan Luer seemed to be looking at a fool: "If you don't go to the counter where no one is queuing up, and just queue up to play, you have to be so busy."
Zheng Qing lowered his head silently and took his small notebook to write down the general process.
"When you are out and about, just ask if you don't understand. Don't be shy. There are many people flying for the first time. There are information desks everywhere at the airport. Just ask a pretty sister." Pan Luer waved him away impatiently.
"Can an ordinary airport information desk suffice?" Zheng Qing added an accent to the word 'ordinary'.
"Do you want First University to hang a Wizards Alliance sign at Chang'an Airport?!" Pan Luer rolled his eyes and blew the long hair from his forehead into the air.
Zheng Qing was speechless.
He always felt that the way of boarding a plane should, maybe, need to be a bit wizard-like.
For example, dragging a suitcase into a certain wall?
Or chanting a spell in front of some weird mirror in an abandoned airport restroom?
However, the reality is always extremely simple.
Taking the ticketing certificate and finding a counter where there was no queue, Zheng Qing changed his boarding pass in less than a minute.
There was no baggage check-in, no long waiting time, or even tedious inspections and complicated boarding gates. Zheng Qing just declared an extra "pet Ctrip" and entered the waiting hall with Poseidon in his arms.
The ground staff in the terminal took him to a VIP entrance and said goodbye politely. Following the signs, Zheng Qing walked through the soft red carpet, the hard aisle, and the soft skin, and quickly boarded the
Got the first university flight.
The cabin is much more spacious than it looks from the outside, with two seats on the left and one on the right. Every two rows of seats are facing each other.
The flight attendants on the plane were all wearing navy blue crisp robes, with their hair tied up in buns and belts, with decent smiles on their faces. They held Dharma books in one hand and guided Zheng Qing to his seat with the other.
Zheng Qing noticed that the Dharma book in the flight attendant's hand was a Bologna-bound volume that he had seen at Shangyuan Book Store. The exquisite patterns and gorgeous flower-dipped edges on it looked new and clean.
These flight attendants looked very rich, and Zheng Qing was secretly dumbfounded. He still remembered that this Dharma book sold for more than 20 jade coins at Shangyuan Book Store, and his full scholarship was only ten jade coins.
Under the guidance of the flight attendant, Zheng Qing found his seat without any effort.
His seat was on the left side of the fifth row, on the aisle. All the passengers around him were in their seats, but the window seat next to him was still empty.
Zheng Qing prayed from the bottom of his heart that this seat belonged to a beautiful woman.
The seat is very spacious, and the black leather chair is soft and makes your whole body feel more relaxed when you sit on it. The armrests on both sides shine with silver-white metallic luster, and you can't help but slide your arms back into your arms when you put them on them.
Putting Poseidon on his lap, Zheng Qing looked at the passengers around him.
Directly opposite him sat a short boy with a watermelon haircut and a pair of large black-framed glasses. He was holding a large black hard-shell notebook and writing something quickly. Next to the boy with the watermelon hair sat a
A handsome classmate with a slender figure and a medium ponytail. This classmate was holding a suspicious long package, silently turning his face sideways, looking out the window at the dry cement floor.
Maybe it's a girl, maybe it's a boy. Zheng Qing looked at the handsome classmate and felt a little unsure. He turned around and looked at the two people across the aisle again.
Across the aisle sat a fat, bald man, wearing a gray cloth tie with a string of dark purple longan beads hanging around his neck. He was holding a book and shaking his head while looking at it. The passenger opposite the little monk was lying on the table.
She was fast asleep, and Zheng Qing could only guess the gender of the passenger through the exposed burgundy wavy hair.
Looking around, not a single eye met his.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt bored.
So he took out his talisman sticker from the gray cloth bag, dug out the small table hidden under the armrest, took out his brush and ink, rubbed his hands, and started his daily homework.
The talisman stickers were obtained from the collection of Hui characters. They have a Hui character grid and yellow paper. Each sticker has sixty pages. Each page has a commonly used talisman, such as exorcising ghosts, meditating, warding off evil spirits, praying to heaven, inviting gods, salvation, etc.
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The talismans that have been copied can be torn off and used at any time. If not used, they can be resold to a paper and pencil shop. The six pages of intact talismans can be exchanged for a blank book. Children are innocent. If there are no errors in the entire book of talismans, Zheng
If he clears the money, he can exchange it for ten talisman stickers, and Granny Cai from Baicaotang will smile and give him a piece of red ink or a brush.
Zheng Qing has never spent money on talismans since he was ten years old. Even the red ink brushes he exchanged from the owner of the paper and pencil shop were enough to last him for many years.
I took a deep breath on the ink and wrote it in regular script with a brush. I picked up the pen and concentrated on it. After a while, I finished it with one stroke.
Zheng Qing looked at this meditation charm and nodded with satisfaction.
There is nothing more relaxing than writing one talisman. If so, write two talisman.
He picked up the pen again, but was interrupted by a voice.
"Hello." A timid voice sounded in his ear.
Zheng Qing raised his head.
A little girl about ten years old stood in front of him uneasily, dragging a pink trolley suitcase.
The girl had two braids, a pink dress, and a pair of white round-toe leather shoes. She held a deformed registration card tightly in her hand.
Luoli! Zheng Qing’s heart was roaring.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the watermelon-headed boy opposite him stop the pen in his hand and look up.
"I seem to be sitting inside." Little Luoli said quietly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, please come in, please come in." Zheng Qing stood up hurriedly, trying his best to show a kind smile: "Where is your elder? Isn't he with you?"
As he spoke, he helped the little girl stuff the pink trolley case into the storage compartment above her head.
Zheng Qing had already stuffed his heavy luggage into his gray bag. He didn't expect that there would be wizards dragging these obstructive luggage.
"Didn't the notice from First University say that parents are not allowed to accompany the students?" Little Luoli's surprised voice sounded behind him.
Zheng Qing let go of his hand, just in time to avoid being hit on the head by the small pink box.
He stuffed the box into the storage bin and slammed the door.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the little Luoli in front of him.