Rebirth of Asura

Chapter 205 Dark Castle (3)
The door was ajar, and it opened with a light push, and the living room was not turned on. The light moonlight from behind the door became the only light inside, and the window could not penetrate a ray of light. The vines climbed the walls and spread around, like the tentacles of hell, trying to swallow the house and create a dark lair.

Shi Yiqing frowned and looked around at everything here. The feeling of this house at night is completely different from that during the day.

The door of Swing Snow's room is also ajar, and when you get closer, you can see a faint light inside. It's not a lamp, nor like candlelight, but the residual light from a far away place.

Pushing open the door, what caught the eye was the pale white light source, which came from a wardrobe.

No one was seen in the room, Shi Yiqing opened the half-open wardrobe door, the creaking sound from the wooden door was so clear, the leather shoes stepped on the stone steps, knocking out regular rhythmic sounds, click, Tap, tap echoed in the spacious basement.

Walking down the long stairs, Shi Yiqing leaned against the wall, quietly watching the busy petite figure under the incandescent light, listening to the strange pronunciation and tune she suddenly hummed.

The girl with her back to her seemed to enjoy this feeling quite a bit. She didn't say hello when she knew he was coming, and continued to work without turning her head. She fiddled with this for a while, glanced at the spectrogram on the stage, and fiddled with that again. Swing Snow finally completed a stage before stopping.

While washing her hands, she said, "Mr. Shi came so fast, don't you miss him as much as me?"

Qiu Qianxue didn't wear a uniform today, she was wrapped warmly in a beige velvet turtleneck sweater, and the fine fluff on the collar caressed her smooth and tender face. In the cold night, people wanted to see her very much. Rubbing the whole child into his arms, to warm himself up.

Shi Yiqing was really afraid that he would do it after thinking about it like this, so he moved away, looked around the research laboratory that he said was a bit rudimentary, and asked, "What song did you sing just now?"

"Huh?" Qiu Qianxue tilted her head and thought for a second before realizing what he was asking: "Hmm...it seems to be called the circus of the dark forest."

"Dark forest?" Shi Yiqing frowned subconsciously, glanced disinterestedly at the brown powder she had just made and put in the test tube, looked around, and found an inconspicuous door in the innermost place, moved a step , he turned into the compartment.

The unlit pottery figurine room was only illuminated by the light from the next door. In the hazy darkness, a man with a physique stood sideways to the door and stood motionless in the middle of the room.

Shi Yiqing stopped abruptly.

"Pa-ta" Qiu Qianxue turned on the light and walked leisurely in front of him. Only then did Shi Yiqing see clearly that the man he thought was just a dark gray pottery figurine. He saw Qiu Qianxue walking in front of it , knocked and patted it with his hands, and then looked at it in a circle, as if checking whether the toy he had been parting for a while was damaged.

"You did it?" Shi Yiqing frowned slightly again.

The deep voice echoed in the basement, but the unfamiliar voice did not cause any reaction. In the hazy and quiet space, there was only the magnetic field of the two people's harmonious atmosphere, without the slightest disturbance.

Qiu Qianxue’s eyes still haven’t left its work, and she is staring at the face of the eyeball-less pottery figurine with nostalgia, “That’s right! But the pottery figurines are not good-looking, and they can’t be painted or glazed. If we fire them next time, Just make a bottle of ceramic doll."

Shi Yiqing stared at Qiu Qianxue, at her smiling face, at her big bright eyes, a strange feeling came to his heart again, but he couldn't capture what it was like at all. Turning his head, he saw a glazed maid doll more than ten centimeters high staring at him among a row of pottery products on the shelf behind Swing Snow.

(End of this chapter)