Push open the door and there is a dark corridor in front of you, and spots can be seen vaguely in the distance.

The damp walls mixed with the smell of rust and moldy wood poured into Zheng Qing's nose, making him sneeze.

"Ah Yeh!"

With this sneeze, the iron door behind him slowly closed.

It blocked the light behind it and also isolated the sound of Westminster Temple bells coming from far behind it.

"A strong sense of déjà vu," the young public-funded student smiled softly, no longer had the last uneasiness, but skillfully pulled out his own Dharma book, opened the title page, and chanted softly:

"That little star is in the east!"

Three or five twinkling starlight suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Qing, like huge fireflies flying happily, marking beautiful light marks in the dark basement corridor, illuminating the surroundings.

This is a lighting spell commonly used by students. It consumes low magic power and summons cold light, which is very suitable for use in the depths of the library or during hunting. Compared with spells such as "The East is bright, the moon rises" or "The sun rises" and "The moon rises brightly", "The little star" has high requirements in terms of usage skills and is often used by everyone to compete to see who summoned the number of small stars and has a beautiful flying trajectory.

Zheng Qing learned this spell from Dylan.

After walking dozens of steps along the corridor, turning, the familiar staircase stood quietly not far in front of Zheng Qing.

"Click."

Zheng Qing opened the pocket watch and took a look at the time.

At 9:46 pm, it was less than a minute before he left Bouga Island and left the school where he had lived for half a year.

"Magic magic." The young witch murmured in a low voice and carefully put away the pass hanging on her chest. This was his voucher for returning to school in two weeks.

Then he took out the heavy luggage from the gray bag and began to climb the stairs panting.

"I'm back!!"

While crawling, he shouted.

...

Zheng Qing returned home on the night of the 18th, which was the end of the New Year.

At that time, the family was sitting together to eat and watch TV. In the incense burner under the statue of the Kitchen God in the kitchen, the slight fragrance that had just been launched was emitting wisps of blue smoke. On TV, the New Year programs were the same as last year.

Not surprisingly, Zheng Qing suddenly appeared at the doorstep and scared his family.

"Didn't the school notify us that you will be back tomorrow? Why are you back in the middle of the night?" Zheng's father was resentful of Zheng Qing's sudden appearance. He was already planning to drive to Chang'an Airport to pick up the station the next day. [** … Fastest update]

For students whose family members are not wizards, the First University will adopt the method of blocking information and confusing magic to ensure the distance between the wizard world and the Baiding world. Correspondingly, the school also has a special agency responsible for gifts during festivals, or calls or sending letters on weekdays.

Just like going home during this winter vacation.

The return date that the school informs the students' parents is about one day later than the students' actual return date, which can prevent some students' parents from actually going to the airport or dock to connect to the station, which will lead to complicating the situation.

As for the relevant explanations, the school also has a unified statement.

"The school has temporarily notified that the flights to our school will be adjusted at the end of the year. The flights to our school are in advance." Zheng Qing rolled his eyes in his heart, but explained seriously: "I originally thought of going to Chang'an to call my home... but I thought it wasn't too far, so I didn't make any trouble."

The family members had no doubts about Zheng Qing’s explanation, but just complained about the school a little.

Compared with his father, Zheng Qing's mother's concerns are much more practical.

"Why are you all back? Why are you talking about those useless?" She arranged, added a pair of dishes to Zheng Qing, and urged: "Come on, wash, get rid of the dust, and then eat first... haven't had dinner yet!"

Zheng Qing was vague, without affirmation, nor denial.

In fact, he had just had dinner for less than four hours, but looking at his mother's expectant eyes and listening to the happy tone, he really didn't have the courage to refuse.

"Then I'll go wash first." He murmured, and walked straight to the bathroom with several large bags of gifts piled up at the door.

Behind me, there was a vague conversation between parents complaining about each other.

"I have said a long time ago that I will wrap the dumplings first today, and I can eat them directly when the child comes back tomorrow. You have to make them again tomorrow."

"Isn't it fresher tomorrow! Who knows he will be back tonight..."

...

While Zheng Qing was having dinner, Professor Zheng, who had already rested, also got up and came to the living room.

"Are you back? Are you tired on the road?"

"Is it hard to study in college?... Don't relax when you enter university. I remember that your studies are all for undergraduate, master and doctoral studies, right? This kind of requirements for your usual grade points, so you can't be careless at all!"

The old man leaned on the sofa, chatting about Zheng Qing's studies. Zheng Qing was eating while choosing beautiful words to agree to the old man. Zheng's father and mother were determined to stop the old man from talking about those heavy topics, but it was difficult to interrupt him. He could only push me and shovell you, and Zheng Qing laughed secretly.

After sitting for a while, perhaps because he was not energetic, Professor Zheng got up and planned to go to rest again.

Zheng Qing could almost hear the sound of his parents breathing a sigh of relief in the living room.

"Oh, by the way." After getting up and walking two steps, Professor Zheng suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Zheng Qing: "Mr. Wu is not in the store recently... When he went out a few days ago, he mentioned it to me and asked you to take time to go to the store to check it out... The Chinese New Year is coming soon. When you go to the store, remember to clean up and post a couplet of door gods."

"Oh, no problem." Zheng Qing agreed repeatedly, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Although he had heard from his husband before, and he was mentally prepared that he could not meet his husband when he went home during the Chinese New Year, but before he went home, he still had a little extravagant hope in his heart.

Professor Zheng did not notice his grandson's expression, and he still ordered slowly: "...There is also the yellow croaker in Mr. Wu's store. When he left, he also told us to take care of it. Pay attention when you go to the store to clean it. If the cat is in the store, take it home. Anyway, it's not bad for the past few days."

When Zheng Qing heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The yellow flower raccoon still needs to take care of himself? This joke is really interesting. However, considering that the husband's words should not be aimless, Zheng Qing did not hesitate and agreed.

After the arrangement was made, Professor Zheng walked towards the bedroom with satisfaction.

While walking, he muttered: "I don't know where the fat mouse in my family has gone... I turned around and asked the cat to look for it, maybe it can find it..."

Zheng Qing knew that the fat mouse the old man mentioned should be the "Fat Rui" who had lived at home for a long time. Because of the long time, the old man was very sensitive to the little thing full of spiritual energy, so he never forgets it.

Of course, he also knew that Fei Rui had returned to Buji Island now. No matter how powerful Brother Huang from his husband's house was, he would not be able to find the fat mouse at home.

However, he would never tell his grandfather about such a thing.

For some things, we can only rely on the power of the long river of time to slowly wash away the traces they have left.
Chapter completed!