Chapter 444 Lemon Hard Candy

"You're back so soon?"

"Yes, the people of Wanshi are quite efficient. The dungeon ended faster than I thought."

Yiyuan took the coat from Zheng Xun. Today, he was wearing a teapot above his neck.

"Did you have fun?"

"Not bad. To be honest, I'm not sure what you mean by 'happy'."

Zheng Xun changed into slippers and went to wash his hands. Yiyuan hung his coat on the hanger. He seemed to have forgotten to close the door.

The door was open. Zheng Xun, who was standing outside, stared at it silently for a long time and had a psychological struggle for a long time.

Originally, Yiyuan locked him out of the door before, which made him very unhappy. He planned to let Yiyuan cry and beg him to go back before he could enter the gate of the mansion.

But now, the door was wide open, and it would be a waste not to go in.

The door creaked back to its original position. Zheng Xun squeezed in sideways the second before it was completely closed.

I came in.

...

But I didn't see Yiyuan crying bitterly.

Very annoying.

Zheng Xun bared his teeth, and his facial expression was extremely rich because of dissatisfaction.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, he ran into Yiyuan who appeared in front of him at some point.

Yiyuan stretched out his hand, and Zheng Xun shrank his neck, thinking that he was discovered.

But his arm turned halfway and stretched out to the back of him.

A wet umbrella was inserted into the storage bucket at the door.

...It turned out to be an umbrella.

Zheng Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

But Yiyuan didn't find him, and he felt aggrieved again.

Yiyuan had already walked back, and he was making gestures behind him.

"Yiyuan, can you trouble me to find a new headset? I lost another one, and I don't know when I lost it."

Zheng Xun called someone in the living room, but Yiyuan didn't respond to him immediately.

"Yiyuan?"

"Wait a minute, I forgot something at the door."

Yiyuan asked Zheng Xun to wait, and then he turned around and almost bumped into Zheng Xun, who raised his hands to intimidate him.

The expression on Zheng Xun's face had not yet adjusted. Fortunately, Yiyuan had no head and could not see him.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

Yiyuan returned to the hallway. What he called "forgetting something" was just forgetting to open the umbrella.

"It's better to dry it."

Zheng Xun squeezed between the umbrella and the corner of the wall, holding the wall with his palms, his eyes wide open.

After Yiyuan opened the umbrella, he went back to the room to find Zheng's headphones.

It seemed that he didn't notice that there was a person in the corner.

Zheng Xun carefully stepped over the umbrella.

He grabbed the edge of the two walls with both hands and slowly moved away to the corridor.

After both feet came over, Zheng Xun had no time to catch his breath, and a group of unidentified objects appeared in front of him, less than one meter away from him.

"Fuck——"

Zheng Xun shouted silently. He looked closely and found that the big group of long hair curled up on the ground was from the south wall.

The south wall squatted on the ground, hugging his knees and playing with his mobile phone, like an abstract mushroom.

Yiyuan prepared a midnight snack and asked Nanqiang if she wanted to eat. Nanqiang didn't say anything, so Yiyuan knew she wasn't going to eat.

He asked Nanqiang, and then asked Zhengxun who was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

"What about you, Zhengxun."

Zhengxun turned his head stiffly, as if he was a machine that was suddenly started.

He had been in the same position for too long, and his neck was aching.

"I won't eat either, I'm not very hungry. I'll go upstairs to sleep, Yiyuan."

"Okay."

Yiyuan didn't force it, and in the end he went to the second floor alone to enjoy the midnight snack.

Zhengxun went to the third floor, Yiyuan went to the second floor, and Nanqiang was on the first floor.

Zhengxun thought about it and decided to go to the second floor to see what Yiyuan, the riddle man, was going to do.

Yiyuan was in the kitchen, taking the biscuits out of the oven. The kitchen light was warm, and even his black suit, which always looked cold, was not so intimidating.

Zhengxun stood at the junction of the kitchen and the corridor, silently watching Yiyuan pour the biscuits into the woven basket covered with paper pads.

Then, he placed two teacups on both sides of the biscuits and took the teapot off his neck.

The black tea flowed out of the teapot, still steaming.

…

All this was too abstract for Zheng Xun.

Even if it was a midnight snack for one person, Yiyuan had arranged it with a sense of ceremony, and even replaced the table with a light yellow tablecloth with exquisite embroidery, on which there was a crystal vase with lily of the valley.

There were four dining chairs, one of which was pulled open, and Yiyuan sat opposite it.

That position seemed to be reserved for someone alone. Zheng Xun, who was standing at the door, waited for a while, but no one else came.

He walked forward quietly and sat on the empty chair.

Yiyuan just drank tea and had no interest in biscuits. These were probably prepared for the other two residents of the mansion.

His action of drinking tea was still the same, roughly aiming at the mouth, tilting the teacup, and the flowing tea disappeared.

It was simply performance art.

Zheng Xun put his hands on his knees. This was probably the most proper sitting he had ever done.

It had been a long time since I sat quietly with Yiyuan face to face.

The last time we met, he shot himself in the back.

Thinking of this, Zheng Xun felt irritated and wanted to slap the pot off his head.

…

But he suddenly felt powerless and helpless.

"Yiyuan."

Zheng Xun suddenly called the other person's name, and after he spoke, he actually scared himself.

But Yiyuan didn't react at all, and was still slowly sipping the tea in the cup.

It seemed that he couldn't hear what he said.

After Zheng Xun found this out, he became a little unscrupulous.

He wanted to criticize Yiyuan first, first criticizing him for not letting him enter the mansion, and then criticizing him for shooting himself in the wax museum.

But when he really wanted to speak, Zheng Xun couldn't say anything.

"I returned to the first world, thought of Zheng Lin, Yun Jing, and met Qin Yi.

Yun Jing said that the last Yuan copy spanned two worlds, and now I need to stay in the first world and clear the copy of Yunqi Group.

Qin Yi is worthy of being a boss, and he painted a big pie for me. Although I didn't see any benefit from this, I still decided to do it.

My connection with the second world is too deep.

If I hadn't met them in the second world, would my situation be easier? I think it's meaningless to make such an assumption.

I might be very relaxed, but I wouldn't be happy."

Zheng Xun suddenly wanted to steal a cookie. He could smell the fragrance of the cookie. This dream was really strange.

As luck would have it, Yiyuan's hand suddenly trembled, the teacup tilted, and a few drops of black tea splashed on his gloves.

Yiyuan turned his back, took the tea tray and teacup, and came to the sink.

The water was gurgling, and Zheng Xun took the opportunity to grab two biscuits and eat them. He also fiddled with the surroundings, and it looked like a complete mountain of biscuits again.

Yiyuan took the cleaned tea set back and sat at the dining table.

At this time, his gloves also turned back to their new appearance, and there was no trace of black tea stains.

Zheng Xun swallowed the biscuits and was not so hungry.

Yiyuan sat back and poured himself another cup of tea. Zheng Xun listened to the sound of tea falling into the cup, and his eyelids suddenly began to feel heavy again.

But he hadn't finished speaking, and he had to say it in front of Yiyuan, even if the other party couldn't hear it now.

"Yiyuan, why did you fire that shot in the wax museum?

What was the last magic?

Are you really created in the White Tower?

What kind of mission did the person who created you give you..."

Zheng Xun's voice became lower and lower, and finally he lay on the table.

Yiyuan put down the teacup in his hand.

Although he had no head, his expression could not be seen. But from the direction of his shoulders, he was staring at the "empty chair".

He stood up, walked to the snack cabinet, took down a gray iron box from the second layer on the top, opened the lid, and it was full of lemon hard candies.

Yiyuan picked one from it, put the candy box back in place, and returned to the dining table.

He bent down and stuffed the candy into the hood of Zheng Xun's sweater.