Chapter 141 The Song of Time

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 As a young man who grew up in the Internet era, Zheng Qing is no stranger to the concept of ‘seeds’.

But he didn't expect that he could also come into contact with 'seeds' containing similar concepts in the magical world - of course, unlike the index files on the Internet that record download addresses, the seeds in the magical world have a 'real' seed form.

This cannot but be said to be a coincidence.

The young public-funded student looked at the two blue-gray, peanut-sized seeds in the palm of the fat man's hand and sighed in admiration.

"It's so insightful... I can probably guess what the fat man brought back." He sighed repeatedly: "I always thought that wizards didn't have such a pastime... But, is it really okay for so many of us to watch together?

?I think it’s more appropriate to watch this kind of short video alone and privately..."

"...I always feel that you have misunderstood something." The fat man raised his eyes blankly and his tone seemed a bit strange.

"Whose seeds?" Dylan tore open the curtain and climbed out of the coffin, stuffing cufflinks into his cuffs as he asked.

Due to lack of sleep, his face was a little blue and there were two big bags under his eyes.

"Member of the Yuexia Parliament, the apple of Qingqiu Su's family, the most beautiful woman in the wizarding world..." The fat man had obviously been looking forward to this question for a long time, so he piled up nouns without hesitation and scanned the dormitory with burning eyes.

Every face hopes to see the expression he wants to see.

"Hiss!" Dylan gasped very cooperatively: "Su Shijun?!"

"A movie about a goddess??" Zheng Qing couldn't help but widen his eyes: "There was no riot in the school?"

He still clearly remembered that a few weeks ago, just because of a random report in a newspaper, many students in Astronomy Class 08-1 were mourning and mourning all over the place.

Therefore, when he heard that what Fatty had brought back was Su Shijun's seed, his first reaction was not the clarity of the film, but whether there would be a riot in the school.

"So, do you have any misunderstandings about seeds...or 'preconceptions'?" Xiao Xiao narrowed his eyes and repeated Fatty Xin's previous question.

Zheng Qing frowned and considered whether he should spread some common sense concepts about 'seeds' and 'teachers' to his companions.

Obviously, Dylan didn't have the patience to listen to their chatter here.

He broke through the many obstacles of sleepiness and woke up for some more specific goals.

"Where did the seeds come from? When did they come from? How much did they cost? Is there a 'seed breeder'? How's the clarity? Where's the sound?" He asked a lot of questions quickly, and then took out one from his pocket.

Black bag: "I have a bag of Dongmao green soil, which is most suitable for the growth of projection grass. Here it is..."

As he said that, he tilted the cloth bag in his hand and poured a handful of wet blue soil into the flowerpot that Fatty Xin had just prepared.

"It just so happens that I was hesitating just now about whether to dig some soil outside." The fat man clapped his hands cheerfully: "The nobles under the moon are so heroic, and they are so particular about planting grass..."

Of course, he did not continue to whet Mr. Vampire Werewolf's appetite.

"I got the seeds from the editorial department. I don't know who got them specifically... Although I didn't spend much money, these seeds should have been banned and there is no way to continue breeding."

Dylan sighed in disappointment.

"The seed is still very new. It is said that it is a photo of the beautiful Su in Würzburg last weekend. It seems that it was left before she went to the Alps to prevent the duel between Prince William and Duke Milton."

"As for the clarity and sound effects, I don't know... I just got it and came back in a hurry!"

As he said that, the fat man looked around proudly and emphasized: "Except for delicious food, I never eat alone in other aspects... If you have my share, everyone must have your share!"

This speech won unanimous praise and warm welcome from other members of dormitory 403.

While he was talking, two green seeds had been poked into the soil of the flowerpot.

"Turn off the lights, turn off the lights!" The fat man waved his hand back vigorously, his eyes never leaving the flower pot: "There are also curtains! Someone close the curtains!"

Dylan snapped his fingers twice, and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling immediately went out, and the curtains that were half closed automatically closed tightly with a whirring sound.

The dormitory fell into darkness.

The orange cat Tuantuan was completely awake. It squatted in front of the flowerpot, with a straight face, silently looking at the excited faces around it. Its yellow eyes looked particularly frightening.

The elves sat scattered on the shoulders of several wizards, fluttering their wings and making curious noises from time to time.

"A bag of sand of time, half a cup of setting water."

Fatty Xin muttered as he took out a small pack of crystal particles and an inch-high glass bottle from his USB flash drive.

"Slow down, slow down, the setting water will completely soak into the sands of time." Dylan stepped forward and nervously directed: "The sands of time are not evenly spread! The sands of time are not evenly spread! The left side is better than the right side.

It's a little thicker... Why is there no reaction? Is the hole you just poked a little too deep? Is your Sand of Time expired? Is that bottle really the setting water? You didn't pour it wrong!"

"Shut up! I have planted more seeds than your cufflinks!" Fatty Xin growled unbearably: "Doesn't it take time for seeds to germinate?"

"It's grown! Look!" Zheng Qing saw some light blue pointed buds emerging from the soil and shouted quickly. This sentence immediately extinguished the surging anger between the two companions.

Under the influence of magic, these sprouts grow rapidly.

In just the blink of an eye, the soil in the flower pot was covered by a piece of tri-colored grass. The grass was only an inch tall, and each short grass stem had three blades of grass, each showing red, green and blue colors.

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Faint three-color fluorescence emerged from the grass blades, and as the branches and leaves swayed slightly, they intertwined and mixed together to create a thin layer of white halo.

Immediately afterwards, a vine protruded from the edge of the flower pot. After circling the pot for a week, the vine spread out its leaves and squeezed out pink flower buds.

"A bunch of morning glory and three-color projection grass." Dylan patted Fatty Xin on the shoulder with conviction: "Sure enough, the old farmer is good at handling seeds!"

"The projection grass has one leaf, two leaves, and three leaves. The morning glory also has one leaf, two leaves, and a bunch." Xiao Xiao explained to Zheng Qing habitually:

"The image displayed by one-leaf projection grass is like a ghost, while the image of two-leaf projection grass is black and white; only three-leaf projection grass can restore the original image. In the same way, the sound effect of a string of morning glory is much stronger than that of a single morning glory."

"Mono, two-channel, surround multi-channel?" Zheng Qing couldn't help but complain.

With a serious look on his face, Fatty Xin solemnly poked the leaves of the morning glory, and a "puff" sound came from the morning glory.

"Well, the sound effect is good." He clapped his hands, sat down on the armchair, and threw the ball on the chair onto his shoulders: "Everyone can enjoy it!"

Tiny light spots slowly floated on the projected grass blades, like floating dust and like stars in the sky.

The light spots slowly spliced ​​together, outlining the ancient castle in the distance, the lush trees, the gentle river nearby, and the simple sculptures.

Finally, the picture freezes on a vicissitudes of stone bridge.

The stone bridge is paved with blue bricks, which are covered with the rust of history. Both sides of the bridge are made of large and neat sandstones, which look rough and heavy.

The sound of the river flowing peacefully came from the morning glory, the wind brought the leaves rustling and clapping, and there seemed to be children playing in the distance.

A hand as white as jade gently rested on the stone railing made of sandstone. The beautiful woman was wearing a bright red cloak and her belt was casually put in her pocket, silently looking at the flowing river.

"The picture quality is okay...but the plot is a bit too dull." Zheng Qing commented in a low voice.

"Being able to appreciate the beauty of Su from a close distance, what else are you dissatisfied with?!" Fatty Xin squinted his eyes and said angrily.

"You two, shut up!" Dylan growled.

Not long after, soft singing floated from the river, through the morning glory, and into the hearts of several spectators:

ticking clock

Kick tap tap tap step

Time rings softly in my ears

The sound of falling rain

Laughing and laughing memories

They surround me tightly

Winter passes and spring comes, another year, another day

At the end of summer and autumn, another day, another year

No matter how much I slow down

it's all like that

casually, carelessly glide by

slide over

A long pole holding memories

in the sparkling time

Leave a faint trace

Kick tap tap tap, laugh and laugh

The echo that will eventually fade away


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