Chapter 168 Orange Pudding

Zheng Xun raised his eyes and silently stared at the housekeeper in front of him.

Even without a head, he was tall enough and well proportioned.

Zheng Xun asked in his usual casual tone.

"It's not what I thought."

"How is it different?"

"You said you were a housekeeper, I thought it would be the kind of young master who was called by the young master, which is how it is played on TV."

"If you want that, I can also change the name. But Zheng Xun, you need a friend more than a housekeeper."

"Really? Is this your mind reading?"

Yiyuan was silent for two seconds, but for some reason, Zheng Xun knew that he was laughing silently.

"I will be whoever you need."

Zheng Xun did not respond immediately, as if he was measuring the value of this sentence.

After another half a minute, he nodded.

"Okay, I believe you are a good person."

"Thank you for your trust."

Yiyuan answered neither servilely nor arrogantly.

Zheng Xun supported his chin with his hand and began to make requests again.

"I look up and see you're a little tired, why don't you sit down too? There doesn't seem to be any other chairs here..."

"Lower your head, Zheng Xun."

"Ah? Is there something on the ground?"

Zheng Xun lowered his head obediently, his hands still groping on the carpet.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a coin falling to the ground. It was strange, there was a carpet here, so there shouldn't be any sound, but Zheng Xun did hear it.

He didn't find any coins on the ground, and was about to ask Yiyuan curiously what was going on, but when he looked up, he found that the same sofa chair, high-legged round table, and orange meeting set appeared opposite.

Yiyuan was sitting opposite.

"Magic chair!" Zheng Xun exclaimed, "How did you do it? Can I do it too?"

"A little magic requires a specific environment and an experienced magician."

Yiyuan's words were obviously a joke. Although this place looks like an ordinary home environment, Zheng Xun has not forgotten that he is now in a copy scene.

This is Yiyuan's territory. As the former boss, he certainly has any way to conjure anything.

It seems that planting trees in the mansion is not a dream at all.

Zheng Xun curled his lips, and Yiyuan said another sentence.

"Linxun Mansion is different from the outside world. Here, you can let the children out."

"Are you talking about Sister Hong, Xiaohua, Dahei and An'an's family?"

Yiyuan whispered, "So you call them like this." The voice was not loud, but Zheng Xun heard it.

He affirmed Zheng Xun's idea.

"That's right, it's them."

Zheng Xun tried it immediately, without wasting a second. The first one to appear was Little Red Riding Hood. She stood close to Zheng Xun's sofa chair, looking at Yiyuan curiously, and then looking at Zheng Xun.

"What's the matter? Sister Hong."

Little Red Riding Hood showed a confused expression, as if something made her feel confused, but she shook her head again to reassure Zheng Xun.

The second one to appear was the reckless Xiaoyin.

"Zheng Xun, Zheng Xun, Zheng Xun! Why did you take so long to let me out? I'm angry, angry, angry!"

Xiao Yin, the troublemaker, flew around the room three times as soon as he came out of the bracelet, knocking the books on the bookshelf, the quilt on the bed, and the crystal cup and snack plate next to Zheng Xun to the ground.

Zheng Xun grabbed its "sheet" tail, making it struggle desperately like a pinched little white mouse, but it couldn't escape.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, you messed up everything here."

"Humph, angry, angry, angry, angry."

As he was talking, a black shadow flashed past his eyes, hiding under the table lamp, disguising himself as the shadow of the table lamp.

It was quite similar.

"Go, Xiaohua, go play with Dahei."

As soon as Zheng Xun let go, Xiao Yin ran after Dahei like a wild horse.

Dahei was so scared that even the furry edges became sharp. He slipped down from the bedside table and ran out through the gap of the door.

Xiaoyin didn't care about the door at all. He rushed out directly. The poor door performed a Thomas spin and then disappeared in front of Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun had a headache and patted Little Red Riding Hood's head.

"Sister Hong, you go too, don't let them tear down the house."

Little Red Riding Hood nodded and chased after the other two subordinates.

Now Yiyuan and Zheng Xun were left, as well as the mess in the room.

Yiyuan's fingers rested on the tabletop of the round table, and with a slight flip, a brand new coin appeared between his fingers.

Zheng Xun heard the sound of the coin falling again, this time the sound was very short.

He just blinked once, and the messy scene in front of him suddenly changed, and everything returned to its original clean and tidy appearance.

This was probably another "magic trick" of Yiyuan.

Yiyuan took a sip of orange juice. He probably doesn't like juice, and he drinks very little and very slowly every time. The reason he chose juice might be to keep in line with Zheng Xun.

"You should have a lot of questions, Zheng Xun." This time he took the initiative to speak.

"Indeed," Zheng Xun also said directly, "but even if I ask, will you answer me?"

"How can you know if you don't ask?"

Yiyuan returned the question to Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun didn't want to beat around the bush, and said: "Well, I'll get straight to the point."

"Please ask."

"When can I get rich?"

"..."

Yiyuan probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, and there was a moment's pause.

Then he answered.

"You are already on this path. As for why the goal is not achieved quickly, it is because there are many things you are not willing to do."

Yiyuan responded to his question like this.

Zheng Xun nodded, that was indeed the case. He turned down many opportunities and just wanted to follow his own path.

"The next question is, when will the White Tower disappear?"

This time Yiyuan didn't answer.

"Can't you answer?" Zheng Xun asked.

"It's not time to give an answer." Yiyuan said.

Yi Yuan had said so, so Zheng Xun thought, no matter how hard he pressed, there would be no results.

He simply didn't waste time and moved on to the next question.

"My friend said that he saw two other you in the copy, and I saw the third one. Why did you split it into one yuan, five yuan and ten yuan?"

"Is this how you named us?" Yiyuan felt very fresh. "It is easier to distinguish us. However, whether it is one yuan, five yuan, or ten yuan, there is no difference between us in essence."

"Is this a question that can be answered?"

"I can answer part of it."

"Then let me hear what part it is."

Yiyuan cut the orange pudding into pieces and asked Zheng Xun to look at its cut surfaces.

The pudding is composed of three parts, the orange pulp on the top, a layer of caramel, and the orange pudding that occupies the largest part below.

"You humans have a scholar who proposed the theory of consciousness, preconsciousness and subconsciousness. You can think of an iceberg or an island, or the piece of pudding in front of you. We use it to make a flawed analogy. The dollar in your mouth is The most primitive and deepest impulses, instincts, and desires are the layer hidden at the bottom, but they are also the most basic and occupy the most parts.

And the five yuan you mentioned, he is the guard. His role is to prevent Yiyuan from appearing, but this kind of 'blocking' is not effective at all times.

As for me, ten dollars, I'm sane, normal, and idealistic. I understand human ethics and values, and I can use them to discipline myself when I want to. "

"What about when you don't want to?" Zheng Xun asked.

Yiyuan smiled softly.

"I said, this is just a 'flawed analogy'. In fact, the transformation between us is more casual, depending on mood and feeling. The most hidden one yuan wants to see you, Zheng Xun, very much I think so. He asked me to convey this to you."

"In that case, why don't we meet directly?"

Yiyuan was silent again.

It seems that this is another "unanswerable" question.