assistirfilmes Chapter 122 Sweet Potatoes
Chapter 122 Sweet Potatoes
Chapter 123 Sweet Potatoes
Xia Li looked down and compared the two little figures.
indeed.
The two figures are exactly the same; the one on the left is smaller, and the one on the right is much smaller.
Round head, long body, two arms and two legs.
It's impossible to tell who's who.
She stared at the two little figures and pursed her lips.
Tao Xiang asked from the side, "Sister, is the brother from before different from the brother now?"
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"no the same."
"What's different?"
Xia Li just looked at the two little figures and pursed her lips.
She remembered a long time ago, in Hit's castle. That person stood by the magic circle grinding potion powder, head down, not saying a word. When she called him, he would come; when she didn't, he would stand there, either helping to brew potions or tidying the bookshelves.
This is the person now.
He would wrap a scarf around her neck, untie knots, comfort her, go along with her, and speak to her neither humbly nor arrogantly.
She looked at the two identical little figures on the ground.
"He used to be!" she said. "He wasn't talkative."
Tao Xiang nodded.
"And now?"
"He talks a lot now."
Tao Xiang smiled.
"My brother talks a lot? He usually ignores me."
Xia Li drew something else.
Next to the rabbit, a small circle was drawn.
Tao Xiang leaned closer to take a look.
"What is this?"
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"sunflower."
That circle is crooked and not round at all.
But it is indeed the flower head of a sunflower.
However, Xia Li had a different idea. She wanted to use a more sophisticated sunflower, but her attempt resulted in a flower head that wasn't even round.
Tao Xiang looked at the sunflower, then at the four suns she had drawn.
The sun slowly moved westward.
Peach Blossom added a few more strokes next to the black cat and erased a few strokes from Bruce's image. Bruce knelt on the ground, begging for mercy from a large black cat with its tail held high. Next to the large black cat, four even larger characters were crookedly added—Fox King.
She looked at it with satisfaction, then turned to look for Xia Li.
Xia Li was still squatting there, staring at the painting on the ground. Two little people, a rabbit, and a sunflower.
She discovered that all she could draw were magic circles; anything else she drew looked completely inhuman.
Tao Xiang leaned closer.
"elder sister?"
Xia Li did not respond.
Tao Xiang followed her gaze. There were two little figures on the ground, one on the left and one on the right. Tao Xiang couldn't tell them apart, and neither could Xia Li, but she just kept staring at them.
"Sister, what are you thinking about?"
Xia Li blinked.
"elder brother?"
"Um."
Xia Li hesitated beside the two little figures, holding a tree branch.
After waiting a while, Tao Xiang couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about him for?"
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"Thinking about him from the past."
"What was it like before?"
Xia Li did not answer.
She reached out and drew a few lines next to the little figure on the left.
It's thin, and the top and bottom fit together like a window.
Then, in that person's hand, a round object was drawn.
"What is this?" Momoka asked.
"Medicine," Xia Li said, "Grind it into powder."
Tao Xiang looked at the little person and the circle.
"Did he grind medicine before?"
"Um."
"And now?"
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"Write something now."
She drew a square next to the little person on the right.
Screen, keyboard, crooked cables.
"The computer," Momoka recognized it.
Xia Li nodded.
Tao Xiang looked at the two little people.
One grinds medicine, the other writes. One is in Hitler, the other is here. One is silent, the other is talkative.
She suddenly found it kind of funny.
"Sister, your drawing is so lifelike."
"like?"
"Hmm." Tao Xiang pointed to the little figure grinding medicine, "This looks like my older brother from before. This one writing things looks like the current one."
The one on the left, although it also has a round head and a long body, is different because it has windows and medicine drawn on it.
The one on the right has a computer drawn on it, so it looks different.
Xia Li put down the branch.
"Momoka."
"Um?"
Do you think he'll change?
Tao Xiang was stunned for a moment.
"Transform into what?"
"Go back to how it was before."
Tao Xiang thought for a moment.
"No way."
Why?
I can't quite describe the peach fragrance.
She thought for a moment, then pointed to the little figure writing something.
"He's here." Then, pointing to the one grinding medicine, "That one's over there."
"6
She scratched her head.
"A different place."
Xia Li didn't say anything.
She looked at the two little figures.
Then she reached out and drew a line between the two little figures.
Thin and winding.
Tao Xiang looked at that line.
"What is this?"
Xia Li thought for a moment.
"One hundred years."
Tao Xiang didn't understand, but she didn't ask again. Her nose caught a different scent, and Tao Xiang's attention was completely focused on it.
What does this taste like?
Tao Xiang searched around, left the steps, and ran to the kitchen.
Zhang Shushu was turning sweet potatoes over the fire in the stove, and the aroma was coming from there.
The house was warm and cozy, filled with a pleasant aroma. Song Che handed out sweet potatoes and firewood. They didn't go back to their hometown often, and the things in the house were all from before. They cooked and lit fires like primitive people.
But Song Che felt an unexpected sense of nostalgia.
He lived in this warm firelight and smell of earth when he was a child, until he went to the city to start primary school.
Living in the city is safe and regular; there's no opportunity for this kind of life, like roasting sweet potatoes, nor is there a yard or fields outside.
If it weren't winter, that field would definitely be a sea of green.
He picked out one of the roasted sweet potatoes and took it away.
When Song Che walked to the edge of the steps with the sweet potato, Xia Li was still squatting there.
Her squatting posture was different from usual; her back wasn't as straight, her hands were wrapped around her legs, and her chin rested on her knees. She poked the ground with the twig in her hand, no longer drawing, just staring blankly at it.
"Sweet potato." Song Che handed over the sweet potato. "It's freshly baked, be careful it's hot."
Xia Li looked up, paused for a moment, and continued to stare at the two little figures on the ground and the winding line.
Song Che followed her gaze but didn't understand. To him, the crooked lines on the ground looked like a child's scribbles: a round head, a long body, a rabbit, and a sunflower.
If that crooked, round shape counts as a sunflower.
"Xia Li?"
She still didn't move.
Song Che bent down and waved the sweet potato in front of her.
"Want some or not?"
Xia Li looked up at him, and a branch tapped the ground.
Song Che was stunned for a moment.
"Why are you like this?"
Before he could finish speaking, the sweet potato in his hand fell to the ground.
It wasn't that he let go; it was that his fingers suddenly became unresponsive.
The sweet potato rolled down the steps, hit the blue bricks, and its skin cracked open, revealing a golden interior. Steam rose up, a hazy white mass that quickly dissipated.
Song Che looked down at his hands.
His hand was still in the same position as when he was holding the sweet potato, but he couldn't move it. He tried to clench his fist, but his fingers didn't respond. He tried to raise his arm, but his arm didn't respond either.
I#?
He looked up at Xia Li.
She was still squatting there, looking up at him. Her silver hair swayed in the wind.
"Xia Li." He heard his own voice, a little dry. "What are you doing?"
Xia Li blinked.
The illusion worked!
But only for a moment, Song Che was able to move his body again. Xia Li's illusion magic was not proficient enough, which made Xia Li, a witch, a little sad. She had never been so weak in learning magic before.
Although this magic is rather special.
Song Che squatted down to pick up sweet potatoes.
If food falls on the ground, it becomes inedible within three seconds.
It has been three seconds now.
Xia Li, that wicked woman!
The sweet potato looked so delicious, how could she bear to let it fall to the ground?
Although Song Che was surprised, he immediately realized that Xia Li was behind it. As a magical saint, Song Che could accept that Xia Li had actually developed magic—but he couldn't accept that this fragrant sweet potato had fallen on the ground.
"Your magic has returned?" Song Che examined the sweet potato. It was still edible, but there was no need to eat it. He peeled off the skin and gave it to Bruce.
"No, it's an illusion technique that Momoka taught me."
"—Did you just use an illusion on me?"
"Hmm, I controlled you for a bit, but I'm not skilled enough." Xia Li felt her body and found that the aftereffects were different from what Tao Xiang had described.
This magic wasn't limited to once a month, and her body wasn't locked up; she felt she could use it several more times.
However, lacking experience, Xia Li tapped the tree branch a few times and tried to unleash the technique several times, but failed each time.
Song Che gave the sweet potato to Bruce in the main room, and then went to the kitchen to get another one for himself. When he went to find Xia Li, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head.
The coolness was very light, like someone had touched his scalp with an ice shard. He instinctively tried to turn his head to look, but his neck wouldn't obey.
The sweet potato in my hand fell again.
This time, as he looked down at the sweet potato rolling down the steps, a dark cloud settled over him.
Oh no, this is the second one today. His mom will definitely start nagging when she comes out and sees the two sweet potatoes lying on the ground.
But he opened his mouth and no sound came out.
"elder sister?"
Tao Xiang's voice came from the kitchen, mixed with the crackling of firewood.
"Sister, the sweet potatoes are ready, you take one."
Tao Xiang's voice stopped.
Out of the corner of his eye, Song Che saw Tao Xiang standing at the kitchen door, holding a dark sweet potato in her hands, her mouth open, looking in this direction.
"Brother?" Tao Xiang whispered, "What are you doing standing here?"
Song Che wanted to say, "You think I want to stand here?" but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"Sister?" Tao Xiang looked at Xia Li.
"Taoxiang, you go in first."
Tao Xiang looked at Xia Li, then at Song Che. She saw Song Che standing there motionless, his hands empty, with sweet potatoes rolling around at his feet.
She blinked.
"Sister, brother..."
"Go in."
Tao Xiang shrank back, picked up the sweet potato, and ran back to the kitchen. She glanced back at the doorway, as if looking at something rare and precious.
Song Che cursed inwardly.
Xia Li walked up to him.
She looked up at him, and a thin mist appeared beneath his eyes, an ethereal fog swirling around them.
"Song Che," she said.
Song Che stared at her.
Can you hear me?
Song Che blinked.
Xia Li nodded.
"It's good that you can hear me."
"I was thinking about something," she said. "And then this just happened."
Song Che continued to stare at her.
"I didn't mean to," she said, "but I can't take it back."
She paused for a moment, then looked up at him.
"So let's leave it at that for now."
What does "first like this" mean?
Let me move first before we talk.
But he couldn't say it.
Xia Li looked at him and suddenly tilted her head.
The movement was very subtle, like a bird tilting its head to look at an insect. Song Che had seen her do this before; she did it like that when she was learning something, tilting her head and staring intently, as if she were studying something.
But this time the research is on him.
"You can blink," Xia Li said. "You can breathe. But you can't move."
She thought about it.
"It's like being frozen in place."
Song Che rolled his eyes.
But he found he couldn't roll his eyes. He couldn't even move his eyeballs; he could only stare straight ahead at Xia Li's face.
Xia Li moved a little closer.
She leaned in so close that Song Che could see her eyelashes, each one curled up, looking particularly beautiful in the evening light.
"Your eyes are moving," she said. "They're your pupils."
She held up a finger and waved it in front of his eyes.
Song Che's eyes didn't move, but his pupils contracted slightly. He was now like a fish on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others.
Xia Li saw it.
"You can see," she said. "You can hear. You can think. You just can't move."
She withdrew her finger and lowered her head to think for a moment.
"It's like being trapped inside your own body."
Song Che couldn't open his mouth, so he could only curse in his heart.
Your analogy is quite apt.
Xia Li looked up at him.
"I want to try something," she said. "Would you mind?"
Song Che stared at her.
I mind, I mind a lot, let me move first.
But Xia Li obviously didn't receive this signal.
"Your silence means you agree," she said.
Song Che cursed under his breath.
Who the hell taught you to be so unreasonable!
Xia Li raised her hand, palm up, and unfolded it in front of him.
That hand was very white, with slender fingers, but the fingertips were a little red and peeling, as if they were swollen.
This is not the point.
He saw Xia Li's palm slowly light up.
The light was faint, like moonlight shining on the snow—Song Che remembered the play that day, which also had this kind of light. Xia Li's magic—had it really not disappeared?
The light emanated from my palm, spreading over my fingers, my wrist, and into my sleeve; this fantastical scene reappeared before my eyes.
Song Che was stunned for a moment.
This is not an illusion, this is magic.
Didn't she say she was being pinned down?
Xia Li stared at her palm, her brows furrowed. The light flickered in her hand, and she tried her best to control it, but it was difficult; something even more powerful was suppressing her.
"I'm pressing down," she said, "but not completely; I can still fight back."
She looked up at him.
"It can be used in just a little bit."
Song Che didn't know what to say. "You're only using this little bit on me?"
Xia Li placed her palm on his forehead.
It was cool, the coolness of her palms, her palms pressed against his forehead, her fingers on his temples.
Song Che felt that chill on the back of his head again.
His vision began to blur.
The image gradually shifts from the center, transforming into other entities.
The soil in the courtyard melted and reformed into marble; the red bricks on the wall were dismantled and floated in mid-air; and the setting sun on the horizon turned into a blackness reminiscent of a forbidden kingdom descending.
Then he saw—a room.
The room's walls were made of bookshelves filled with magic books, and there were defensive magic circles around it. The windows were different from those in the house; they were long, and outside were floating stones and magic brooms.
—A very familiar scene.
In the center of the room was a round table covered with bottles and jars, and in the very center was a large potion cauldron, bubbling away.
There was a person standing next to the table.
The man was holding a mortar and pestle, grinding medicine into powder.
He wore a magic robe, and his forearms were very thin, but he was very steady when grinding medicine, grinding it in circles.
Song Che stared at that person.
The person looked up.
It was his own face.
But not the current him; he was younger. Those eyes looked at him as if he were a stranger.
Song Che wanted to speak, but couldn't get the words out.
The man lowered his head again and continued grinding the medicine.
Footsteps came from outside the door.
The person looked up and gazed at the doorway.
The door opened, and a person walked in.
Silver hair, blue eyes, and a formal dress. It was Xia Li, but not the Xia Li of today. It was a colder Xia Li, with the arrogance of a witch in her eyes and brows.
She stood at the doorway, looking at the man.
"come over."
The man put down the mortar and pestle and walked over.
She didn't say another word, turned around and left. The man followed behind, head down, not uttering a single word.
The door closed.
Song Che stood in the empty room, looking at the closed door.
He suddenly realized where he was.
Hitt, the castle, a hundred years ago.
He was the one who ground the medicine.
He suddenly remembered what Xia Li had said earlier.
He used to be quiet; he would come over when called, and stand there if not.
It turned out to be the case.
The room began to fade, like a watercolor painting being soaked with water, slowly dissolving and eventually disappearing.
Then he saw something else.