A small bowl of white rice, two side dishes.

The two of them ate for more than half an hour—most of the time, it was Zhu Si who was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat the chicken head, and she carefully sucked on every broken bone on it, telling the wizard the taste of every piece of meat on it.

As for the green vegetable, it was also carefully cut into two parts by Zheng Qing, one for each person.

For a long time, the two touched their bellies, lazily lying on the black and gray floor, looking at the gray ceiling above their heads, and began to be in a daze.

In the gap between the shrouded mirrors, the shadows of the uncovered mirrors flickered, a little dazzling.

The two wizards, one big and one small, ignored the glare and focused on the immediate satisfaction.

"It's delicious. Zheng Qing muttered.

"Well, it's a big meal!" the little girl's tone was full of pride.

"It's just that the surroundings are a bit bad. The boy sighed and commented half-jokingly. But as soon as the words came out, he immediately regretted it.

Why use the cold reality to puncture the beautiful imagination of the little girl at such a time?

Sure enough, there was no sound next to him.

Zheng Qing turned her face sideways and glanced at Zhu Si carefully, she had already sat up, biting her fingers, looking embarrassed.

"Just kidding, just kidding. The boy got up, waved his hand again and again, and looked around: "Mirror, mirror...... As the saying goes, 'there is no laurel in the moon, and there are flowers in the sun', what better environment than a crowd of flowers?"

This boast is a little excessive, but at the moment, Zheng Qing can only choose his words, hoping to retract what he just said.

The little witch bit her finger hard at the end.

"Yes!" she said, with a look of certainty, as if she had made up her mind, and pulled out a worn-out cardboard box from her pocket—the pattern on the box was no longer visible, but the sandpaper on the side of the box was as new as ever.

It's a box of matches.

The little witch opened the matchbox, and there were only two matches left in it.

Her fingertips lingered between the two matches for a long time, and finally pinched out the thinner one.

"No, no, just kidding. Zheng Qing had a sense of panic that had caused a big disaster, and tried to stop the little witch's move.

But Zhu Si is not a little girl who will be easily shaken by others.

"Mom said, don't let the guests feel rude!" she pinched the match, her eyes full of piety and reluctance, as if pinching a world.

Zheng Qing scolded himself in the bottom of his heart.

"Wow ......"

The red phosphorus slid across the sandpaper, and a small orange flame lit up.

The light stretched in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, Zheng Qing found himself sitting in a warm living room.

The soft sofa, the large coffee table, the fruit bowl full of grapes, oranges and pineapples, the beautiful lotus leaf chandelier overhead, the scenery paintings of snow-capped mountains and forests hanging on the wall, the little cat meowing at his feet, and the beautiful piano music in the distance, playing Zheng Qing's favorite canon.

Zhu Si was like a kitten, lazily curled up on the sofa opposite Zheng Qing, with a happy smile on his face. Zheng Qing vaguely saw a hazy figure sitting on her left and right, one helping her comb her hair, and the other holding a book, as if telling her a story.

There was a red candle on the table, which burned very quickly.

Zheng Qing watched the candle run out of wax oil one centimeter, one centimeter, one centimeter.

Until the last bit of spark, beeping and extinguishing on the remaining wax oil, the warm and comfortable environment around Zheng Qing disappeared without a trace.

The cold and boring aura of the world in the mirror enveloped the wizard's body again, making him shiver involuntarily.

Zhu Si sat across from him in a daze, still holding a burnt matchstick in his hand. She subconsciously touched the last match in the matchbox, but at the last moment, she clenched the hand holding the matchbox.

The little hands are whitish.

Long.

She sighed contentedly.

"Okay. "She seemed to be asking the boys, and it was like she was asking herself.

Zheng Qing did not answer.

His eyelids finally couldn't hold back the heat that welled up in his eyes, and the sourness on the tip of his nose was like thick ink pouring into a pool of clear water, quickly diffusing and invading every corner of his body.

There is still the aroma of chicken and rice in the mouth, but it is more bitter than Coptis chinensis.

"Good. He replied in a very nasal voice.

"What's wrong with your eyes?"

"The wind is strong and blowing. ”

"Mom said that a liar's nose will get longer. ”

"Hey, I just feel that the bridge of my nose is a little collapsed," Zheng Qing smiled reluctantly: "What's next?

Zhu Si stretched his waist and clenched his fists and waved in mid-air:

"Eat and drink enough...... It's time for you to go!"

"Let's go together. Zheng Qing tried again—it wasn't that he hadn't thought about knocking the little witch out and taking her out, but on the one hand, in this strange environment, he still needed the little witch to help guide him and show him the way to enter and exit the world in the mirror, and on the other hand, he was also afraid.

The little witch who was afraid of being in front of him now was just a little shadow of Zhu Si.

The fear of being in the mirror world for months, and the huge difference that has been on the outside for half a century, will cause the little witch to completely collapse the moment she steps out of the mirror world—either mentally or physically.

Therefore, Zhu Si had to agree to go out on his own.

In the concept of magic, promise and consent have a very strong binding force. Zheng Qing could only hope that this ancient power could avoid the risk of Zhu Si stepping out of the mirror world to the greatest extent.

The nostalgia and satisfaction in the little witch's eyes had vanished, and her eyes had become alert again.

She put away the matchbox and picture book, and then tried to stuff the box of Shuangtang Kee's 'sugar sheep' into her pocket. At the same time, he glanced at the boy with a smile: "I've said it several times...... I can't get out yet!"

Zheng Qing decided to ask his husband for help after going out.

Sir is so powerful, there will definitely be a way!

"Then how will I find you next time I come in?" he had to make sure of that before he could leave with peace of mind.

"You're so stupid you can't find my ...... But you smell good, and I can find you far away. As soon as you come in, I should be able to find you!"

"What gift do you want, I'll bring it to you next time!"

"Hmm...... It's been a long time since I've eaten ice cream...... I kind of miss that cold, sweet taste. There is also cinnabar, which can be picked up in the mirror, but it is not enough. ”

Zheng Qing patted his head vigorously.

He took out his gray cloth bag, tore open the bag, and poured all the contents on the floor: "Look, if you want anything, take it." ”

As he spoke, he pushed all his big bag of cinnabar in front of the little witch: "The authentic Chenzhou sand can be used for drawing talismans and dispensing medicine...... Do you want yellow paper? I have a ...... here. Well, this inkstone can spit water on its own, you just need to rub the head of this little snake with a brush. ”

The little witch's face was full of amazement, and her eyes were shining.

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