Two days pass by in a blink of an eye.
But in Zheng Qing's feeling, he was touched by Su Shijun naked - of course, this was just a private wishful thinking scene - as if it was something that happened in the last second.
Whenever I recall that moment, the young witch felt a heat surging on her body, as if she was stinged by the scorching sun in summer. Goose bumps on the back of her neck would always appear unconsciously.
This feeling is so strong that when he was eating in the restaurant these two days, he swept away the feeling of getting used to during this period and became restrained again. Sometimes, even after a meal, he didn't dare to take a look at the seat where Su Shijun sat.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
After a small accident that fell from the ladder, no witch in the mansion dared to ask him for help. The only little fox girl who had the courage to call him for help was completely fascinated by the activities of climbing high. She dragged the triangle ladder around the mansion all day, looking for every piece of glass and candlestick that had not been wiped clean.
This made Zheng Qing once suspicious that a cat was also living in Su Ya's heart.
Of course, not doing housework does not mean that Zheng Qing is very idle.
In fact, in the past two days, he was in a familiar and unfamiliar busy life. In addition to keeping a close eye on Boseidong's study, he also had to spend a lot of time to sort out the theory of talisman production and study Qingqiu secret techniques, so that he always felt that there was not enough time. Originally, he thought that this orderly busyness would last until the start of school until New Year's Eve, when this busyness was unexpectedly interrupted.
February 13th.
That is, on New Year's Eve.
After breakfast, Su Shijun called out Zheng Qing who was about to get up: "Today's New Year's Eve, let Dongdong take a day off. Sister Man said that you need to be responsible for some things."
As soon as this sentence was spoken, the little fox, who was eating breakfast slowly, suddenly stood up and looked at the witch with two bright eyes, showing his happiness.
While Zheng Qing was feeling the pity of the little fox in his heart - even when he was in the college entrance examination, he didn't work so hard - he raised his hand and stroked the back of his neck, trying to suppress the hair that stood up again.
"What's the matter?" He tried to speak as usual, but even he could hear the weirdness in his tone. He couldn't help but take the water on the table like a concealment and took a sip.
Su Shijun looked at him with a smile.
"Spread Spring Festival couplets and worship ancestors."
The witch sat straight and had a very small movement. Even while talking and cutting the food on the plate, it gave people an extremely elegant feeling: "Dongdong is your child and my flesh and blood. From the first day of her birth, we have been her closest family and the deepest bond... Based on the ancient and solemn magic contract, the three of us were connected together by an unbreakable bond..."
Zheng Qing heard it and couldn't help but make a sudden sound, interrupting in a low voice: "So why do you need me to... post couplets and worship ancestors? We are not married yet."
When he mentioned the word "marriage", he unexpectedly felt a little dull and lost his past anxiety.
The witch put down the knife and fork in her hand, wiped her mouth, and glanced at the boy speechlessly: "What I said just now is to remind you that although we are not married yet, Dongdong and I are already your responsibility, so you should shoulder the responsibility of being the male owner of Qingqiu Mansion."
responsibility.
It's responsibility again.
The forbidden spell seed left to him by the gentleman is the responsibility, the suspicion hunting team is the responsibility, the group of elves saved in their freshman year is the responsibility, and the little witches brought out from the mirror are also the responsibility.
Plus dongdong.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but glance at his shoulders. Unconsciously, this not very broad shoulder carried too much weight that did not belong to him.
He has been doing the job of posting Spring Festival couplets since he was a child with his grandfather. From adjusting the powder to writing, to pasting couplets and characters with Fu in the right place, Zheng Qing was very familiar with the whole process - or in other words, he thought he was very familiar with it.
But after he really got it, he suddenly realized that there was a difference between the two worlds.
For example, the Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters posted in different houses of Qingqiu Mansion are covered with small runes on the edges. Every sentence written on red paper is true and has magical blessings.
For example, these characters of blessing, Spring Festival couplets are not simply prayer spells. They are closely linked to the guardian array that covers the entire Qingqiu Mansion. It is like a gear on a precision instrument. Replacing a new talisman is to replace the gear on the instrument. It must be precise and accurate, and there must be no error.
From the size of the cut paper to the direction of the posting; from the peach talisman embedded outside the gate to the lanterns hanging under the eaves; to the incense to the door gods, and the new clothes added to the roof beasts, etc., one by one, one by one, Zheng Qing felt a wave of novelty in the familiarity.
He seemed to have returned to his childhood again, looking at everything in this world with curious and ignorant eyes.
"A family as big as Qingqiu can always find a few male servants."
While sorting out the sacrificial table, Zheng Qing couldn't help but complain to the captain maid beside him: "If I did all these things, how did you celebrate the Spring Festival last year?"
Su Man knelt down at the sacrificial table, pointing out the different positions of the witch’s fruit plates and snack plates, and glanced at him: “Last year, the lady went back to Qingqiu to celebrate the New Year. This year, because of you, she chose to celebrate the New Year in the mansion… In fact, there are many opinions among the clans.”
“No need to care about their opinions.”
Su Shijun's voice came from behind the two of them. Zheng Qing turned around and saw her wearing a loose robe, leaning lazily against the door frame. When she noticed the boy's eyes, she raised the red wine glass in her hand: "Ice-cold coconut milk, do you want some?"
A strand of long black hair fell from her cheeks and swayed slightly in the air. Zheng Qing noticed a little coconut milk on the corner of her mouth, which looked particularly eye-catching on her red lips.
"Thank you," the boy muttered in a low voice, his eyes bounced back to the sacrificial table as if he was electrocuted, and continued to sort out the gorgeous small plates: "I'm not finished yet..."
Before he finished speaking, a blue and white porcelain plate he pinched in his hand cracked a crack with a "click".
The crisp sound immediately silenced everyone.
Next second.
Su Ya's little head came out from behind Su Shijun's skirt.
"Is this the legendary shattered peace?" Her ignorant little face was full of surprise, but her tone was a little dissatisfied: "But isn't this set of plates the lady likes the most?"
"Ah! Sorry!" Zheng Qing carefully grabbed the plate and turned around uneasy: "But I really didn't use any force just now..."
Chapter completed!