Regarding the conversation outside the teapot, Zheng Qing in the teapot didn't know much.

He had a vague sense of what was being said outside, but he couldn't hear it clearly. From the moment he entered the teapot, he felt like he had entered a steamer, closed and stuffy, and the sound outside seemed to be as thin as a mosquito when it reached his ears through the thick quilt.

This kept his consciousness in a groggy state.

But in this drowsiness, there are many different colors of light swaying and floating in his sea of consciousness, like anchor points one by one, pulling his consciousness so that he will not completely sink into an unknowable situation.

The young wizard curiously touched one of the red dots of light.

The red dots of light are a little prickly, and they feel like the tip of a needle.

A huge suction force came from the point of light, and after the world swirled, Zheng Qing stood in a red world.

The sky is red, the earth is red, the mountains and rivers, the grass, the trees, and the stones are all red. A short figure stood in the center of this red world, with its head tilted and arms outstretched, as if embracing the sky.

Loud and chaotic murmurs echoed through the world, louder and louder. Then the red cloud rolled and pressed downward, like a roaring wave, drowning the little figure.

Thump!

With a loud bang, the red world turned into fragments, and Zheng Qing's wisp of consciousness also returned to drowsy. The only glimmer of clarity woke him up—the red world was his dream, the place he had dreamed of so many times.

With this awakening, there are traces of the contents of other points of light.

In those points of light, Zheng Qing saw himself being chased by giants, desperately fleeing in the huge shadow, seeing himself being chased around by wild dogs, his blood flowing from thorns, seeing himself swallowed by red waves, and seeing himself buried by red landslides. Over and over.

A great question arose from the bottom of his mind, why had the background of his dreams always been this disturbing color?

In addition to the red dots, there are also some golden dots.

Zheng Qing tried to touch one.

The golden points of light are warm to the touch, as if they are touching the real world.

After the same whirlwind, it is a completely different world.

Zheng Qing returned to a dream from last summer: a thin mist, a red plastic runway, soft music in his armbag, and a black cat leading the way in front of him.

It was the process of taking the entrance exam in his dream.

The young wizard watched from a third-party perspective as he was led off the runway by the black cat and into the examination room, watched Colmar smirk and push herself through the black door, and watched himself bury himself in writing papers—from the perspective of a third party, Zheng Qing realized how strange it was for him to sit in his seat and answer the questionnaire honestly.

He bet that the school must have done some kind of magic in the exam room, so that people can't help but answer when they pick up the paper.

The dream in the other golden point of light is similar to the first one, all about that summer, that morning's dream.

It's just that in the second golden point of light, the protagonist is no longer a running boy, but a black cat who leads the way - the boy talks to the old man, and the scalper lies quietly aside, rolling down the mountain, becoming the leader of the runner.

Zheng Qing felt that his brain was a little chaotic.

He didn't remember the dream.

But he could easily tell that the dream was as real as the previous one. And this caused him even more trouble: in other words, did he himself guide himself into the examination room and become a student at the first university?

According to the logic in the dream, Zheng Qing always felt that something was not right.

With a question, he clicked on the third color of light. Those are blue spots, not many in number, and very unevenly distributed, some are very large, some are very small and dim.

When you touch it, it's like you're touching ice, and you feel frozen from the inside out.

After the world swirled, Zheng Qing saw the picture in the largest and brightest blue point of light.

In the dark of night, the bubbling water of the lake crashes quietly against the shore. On a huge rockery, a small white kitten meows and plays with a tall witch.

Zheng Qing saw another 'transparent' self.

He also saw a demon with a 'face like pure porcelain, no eyebrows and eyes'.

Forgotten memories have unsealed them.

The fear, the anger of that time, came up like a tidal wave, occupying every corner of the young wizard's thoughts. He remembered that this was the scene he had dreamed of when he was doing a test in Professor Yao's office.

He felt his mind tremble.

Countless confusions and incomprehensions rolled and boiled in his thoughts, as if the next moment would burst his brain. He desperately needed some explanation, some evidence to get rid of some terrible thoughts in his heart.

The urgency was so strong that his groggy feeling was much clearer.

He clearly heard the sound of the fire under the pot whirring and burning, the sound of the pot's medicinal water gurgling and boiling, and the sound of Mr. Outside the pot talking to the yellow civet.

Then he heard a faint, thumping, throbbing sound.

It's his heart.

His new, growing heart.

From the moment he heard the sound of his heart beating, the sound of 'plop' and 'plop' became louder and louder, until finally, like thunder, the lid of the pot buzzed.

"Alright," it was the gentleman's voice, "ready to boil...... Don't stand across from the spout and be careful of being hit by the medicine inside. ”

"No one knows how to dodge better than I dodge!" replied the yellow civet with confidence.

Then Zheng Qing heard a loud 'clang' sound, as if someone was holding a huge gong and striking it hard in his ear, which shook him from head to toe, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were completely broken.

When he came back to his senses, he was already wrapped in a blanket and sat on his husband's chaise longue.

It was dark outside, and the light bulb in the store fell on the boy, so that he could not feel a trace of warmth.

Zheng Qing opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He gave him a horrified look.

"Don't rush, take your time. The gentleman took a cup of tea and handed it to the young wizard's mouth: "Drink some tea first to warm up." Just from the pan...... I mean coming out of the teapot, maybe not as warm. ”

"Actually, he could have changed you to a bigger pot," Huang Hua said to the boy with great certainty, "but he has always been so stingy...... You know what? During the time you were cooking by him, he gave away all my dried fish!"

Zheng Qing tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a difficult smile.

Mr. Wu turned his head and looked at Huang Huaci with a smile: "Since Zheng is sober...... Then work hard for you to run again and bring the little girl of the Jiang family. ”