Vol 2 Chapter 59: Bar finale

　　 Zheng Qing pinched the cigarette and took a hard sip.
　　 At the entrance of the thick smoke, a pungent sensation spreads, all the way down the throat, stimulating his lung lobes.
　　 Zheng Qing's eyes immediately turned red.
　　 The cigarette burned slowly, and light blue smoke rose up.
The guests around 　　 seemed to be distorted in the smoke, becoming shadowy.
　　 "Cough cough cough!" Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it, and began to cough violently.
　　 "I feel like I smoked a fake cigarette." With a hoarse throat, he looked at the gypsy witch in front of him, his eyes flushed.
　　 "That's because you are a fake wizard." Elena smiled slightly: "Every wizard knows that tobacco with aconite powder must be dampened in the foggy wine before it is ignited."
　　 After Zheng Qing heard this, his cough became more intense.
　　 "Squeeze it with the mist bee, it should feel better." The gypsy witch stuffed the glass into Zheng Qing's hand.
　　 The cold touch of the wine glass made Zheng Qing feel very comfortable, but what made him even more distracted was the feeling that the catkin holding the wine glass touched his skin.
　　 He forgot to cough for a while and stayed there.
　　 "Very beautiful cufflinks." Jelena's praise brought Zheng Qing's attention back to reality.
　　 "This," Zheng Qing felt a little flustered and touched the cuff accessories, concealing: "This is a gift from a friend."
　　 "Do you want to give gifts between friends?" The witch nodded thoughtfully, and whispered: "The elders have never taught these things."
　　 "What?" There was a lot of noise in the bar, and Zheng Qing did not hear the words behind the witch.
"It's okay...I mean, I heard that you are looking for a way to rescue a group of'owner' elves?" Irina raised her head slightly, looking at the little creatures resting above the cabinet, and exclaimed: For the elves, this is indeed a great move."
　　 "It's okay..." Zheng Qing flushed, and added without confidence, "Actually, I haven't found a way to save those elves."
"But there will always be a way, right?...Ah! The smoke has already formed...What is it that you just wanted to divination?" The witch turned her head and looked at the cloud of smoke that slowly gathered in front of the two of them. , Quite interested in suggesting: "Don't you look at your smoke?"
　　 Zheng Qing nodded quickly and looked at the cloud of smoke.
　　 At the same time, like a cover-up, he took a few sips of Chinese wine.
　　 Not surprisingly, he was choked to death again.
　　Ilena didn't care about the boys' gaffe.
　　 She was watching the cloud of smoke between the two intently, and slowly analyzed:
　　 "The smoke is very thin and light-transmitting; it is white, shadowless, intermittently connected, and fish-scale; the tail is thin and silky, with flocculent; this is a standard cirrocumulus cloud."
　　 "I mentioned before that cumulus cloud represents negative, which also means that time is relatively recent; cirrus cloud represents positive, which also means that time is relatively far away."
　　 "Cirrocumulus is a mixture of these two types of characteristics, which is a very obscure cloud language."
　　 "What you do fortune telling may not have good results in the short term, but in the long run, it will be as you wish."
　　 "It may be as you wish in the short term, but in the long run, there will be no good results."
　　 Zheng Qing smeared the cigarette between his fingers in a glass of foggy wine, borrowed a fire from the waiter of the dobby, and took another suffocation.
　　 This time, although the smoke that filled the lungs was still bitter, it was no longer as intense as the previous one.
　　 He didn't like the result of Jelena's divination.
　　 What he wanted to ask was his marriage to this gypsy witch.
　　 And the cirrocumulus metaphor solved by Elena can not be called a sign from any perspective.
"Ancient divination is too accidental and not necessarily accurate. Don't care too much about this result." Perhaps aware that the result of divination is not optimistic, the witch reassured: "If you are very concerned, you can ask Professor Yi Jiazi to help with modern divination. Take a look."
　　 Zheng Qing did not speak, but continued to smoke the half-burned cigarette in silence.
　　 one mouthful after another.
　　 "Do you usually smoke?" Irena put her nose in front of Zheng Qing and sniffed, blinking her big eyes, and said, "I said you have a familiar smell."
　　 "No smoking, no smoking!" Zheng Qing finally stopped being silent. He smiled bitterly, and waved his hand again and again: "On weekdays, I am a three bad young man who doesn't smoke, drink, or play cards."
　　 "But, I think you are very proficient in smoking."
　　 "I'm just learning to play." Zheng Qing wiped out the cigarette in his hand with some embarrassment.
　　 "It's interesting." Elena suddenly laughed. She lay on the table, her smile trembling, and the cigarette on the cigarette holder almost fell to the ground.
Looking up, she saw Zheng Qing's inexplicable eyes. She suppressed the laughter, opened her dim eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "You said you don't smoke or drink and you don't play cards, but I don't leave my hands with tobacco or alcohol. ."
　　 Zheng Qing moved slightly in his heart, reached out and grabbed the cigarette between Jelena's fingers and crushed it in the ashtray.
　　 "What are you doing?" Irina's eyes grew dim.
　　 "I just feel bad." Zheng Qing sips in embarrassment.
　　 "Puff." Irina made a mouth shape like a smoke ring, then rolled her eyes, stood up, and stretched her arms: "It's late, I'm leaving."
　　 Zheng Qing also got up and looked at the back of the witch who turned and left~EbookFREE.me~ and felt a sense of loss.
　　 After not taking a few steps, the witch suddenly turned around again, jumped a few steps lightly, and came to Zheng Qing's eyes, stretched out her hand and pressed it heavily on the top of his head, rubbing it wantonly.
　　 Zheng Qing was dumbfounded, only vaguely feeling a faint hot wind blowing in his ears.
　　 "I'm sorry, I can't help it." The gypsy witch laughed and added: "It's so cute..."
　　 Zheng Qing stretched out his finger and touched the witch's red lips to stop her from saying something.
　　 Obviously, his action was too abrupt.
　　 Both of them were shocked by his behavior.
　　 After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Qing's face slowly turned red, like cooked shrimp, red and translucent.
　　 Then Irina's face also had two blushes.
　　 "Ahem!" Zheng Qing cleared his throat loudly, but the effect was obviously not good.
　　 The sound from his mouth is a little leaky, and it has changed a little.
　　 "Boys, can't be described as cute!"
　　 He blushed and looked at the witch very seriously.
　　 Ilena smiled.
　　 She suddenly pursed her lips and blew a breath at Zheng Qing's fingers.
　　 Zheng Qing as if being scalded, quickly retracted the hand that was blocking the mouth of others.
　　 "Sorry!" He apologized in a panicked tone that he had just awakened: "Very sorry!"
　　 "It's okay." The witch lightly turned and left, leaving behind a faint fragrance and a string of silver bells of laughter: "Don't show that cute expression next time... It's easy to happen..."
　　 Zheng Qing tried hard to think about the meaning of this sentence.
　　 But in the end nothing was gained.
　　 When he recovered, Yi Ren had gone.
　　 An empty cup and a little ash left in front of my eyes.