The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

Chapter 48 – Secret

Xia Zhinian, imitating the words on the love letter.

Or, imitating… the words I used to say?

But since it is my own character, there is no need to imitate it.

And it’s still such a blunt copy.

Yan Ci frowned slightly, his eyes sank, and he looked down.

In the transcribed sheets, some strokes were written relatively quickly, and the direction of the strokes was obviously different from that on the love letter.

What’s going on.

Will there be a serious change in the direction of strokes in a short period of time in a person’s handwriting?

Yan Ci pursed his lips, his eyes were dark, thinking of the first time that Rice Cake Duanzi went to a suburban villa, he would rather sleep with him than do his homework in front of him.

The ungraspable feeling of emptiness in my heart became stronger and stronger, and I was faintly uneasy.

Those imitated pages, handwriting…somewhat familiar.

“Boom boom boom.”

The bedroom was unlocked, and there was a sound of going up the stairs outside. Yan Ci took out his mobile phone and pointed at the paper on the table to take a picture, and stretched out his hand to clasp the paper.

“A small speech.”

Jiang Yuan came up with two cups of honey water, handed him a cup and smiled at him, “We don’t usually enter Niannian’s room, maybe it’s a little messy and you’ll laugh at me.”

“It’s hard work for you to make such a trip. In fact, you don’t need to be so troublesome. You can just send us a message and we will pick it up.”

There was nothing unusual on Yan Ciqingjun’s face, suppressing his doubts, he said politely, “No trouble, Xia Zhinian is my helper and my deskmate, so I just sent him back along the way.”

Jiang Yuan smiled softly and thanked her.

She walked to the bed, patted the boy on the bed, and said softly, “Niannian, get up and drink a glass of honey water before going to sleep.”

The boy closed his eyes, smelled something vaguely, frowned, his eyelashes trembled, and quickly shrank under the quilt.

“Every year.”

Jiang Yuan touched the raised quilt.

The boy drilled in a little bit more, and there was a small lump in the middle of the quilt. Jiang Yuan smiled and didn’t force her, “Okay, let’s stop drinking, fruit wine shouldn’t be too uncomfortable, go to sleep.”

She put the cup down on the bedside table, then pulled her younger son’s head out of the quilt, and patted his back to comfort him through the quilt.

Yan Ci went out with Jiang Yuan and closed the door.

On the weekend of the next day, when Xia Zhinian woke up, his head was dizzy, he sat up in a daze, and looked at the transparent glass on the bedside table, which was half filled with a honey-yellow thick liquid.

Xia Zhinian took a closer sniff, his head was buzzing with pain, his stomach twitched, he wrinkled his face and quickly moved his nose away, and put the glass of honey water back to its original place.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a few pieces of paper on the bedside table, and suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he looked over.

There are a few sheets of paper scattered on it, including love letters, and a few pages of paper copied by him practicing handwriting, with the back facing up.

“??!”

Xia Zhinian’s heart skipped a beat for a moment, these few pieces of paper… Did he fold them up like this?

He looked at the glass on the table, then at the bedroom, his head buzzed, and he touched his ears.

…Why, I can’t quite remember.

How did he come back?

Xia Zhinian was vigilant, after washing up, he asked Jiang Yuan a few cryptic questions, and learned that it was Yan Ci who sent him back.

He tentatively asked about the pieces of paper on the table.

Jiang Yuan was very dazed and didn’t pay much attention, and Yan Ci was normal and calm when he left.

Did he remember wrongly?

Xia Zhinian frowned as he looked at the folded papers.

Yan Ci was sitting in the room. The driver, Qin Xu, was wearing a black suit and an elite attire. He didn’t look like a simple driver, but more like a secretary. He stood beside him holding a stack of documents.

“Young Master Yan, this is some of the collected data of the Yan Group, which is somewhat different from the data they released.”

“Please take a look.”

“Let’s put it down first.”

Yan Ci was a little absent-minded, looking at the photos taken on his mobile phone, his brows were slightly frowned, and the thin scars at the end of his eyes were loose.

Some of the transcribed sheets were written quickly, and the handwriting that slid across was indeed familiar.

…Where did I read it?

Yan Ci pursed his lips, raised his eyelashes like crow’s feathers, and looked at the master bedroom of the villa with his dark eyes.

Qin Xu didn’t know what was going on with his boss today. He was obviously very concerned about Yan’s hidden data before, but today he seemed to be thinking about other things.

But although the boss is young, he has always been unpredictable in his mind.

“Young Master Yan, are you looking for something?”

he asked.

Yan Ci’s eyes fell on the bed where the rice cake dumpling had slept for a few nights. He turned his eyes and saw the bedside table on one side. He suddenly thought of something, his expression changed slightly, and he stood up.

… Xia Zhinian once wanted him to send a love letter to Chu Qingjian, but when she slept here for the first time, she found that a corner of the love letter had been burned, and she got angry with him.

Now that love letter is in the bedside table.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows lightly, the line of his lips was flattened, and there was no meaning on his face, and he found the light blue letter paper with a corner burnt.

The handwriting on it is thin, and the strokes are stretched and self-styled.

A good word.

…But it is somewhat similar to those transcribed.

Yan Ci turned his head and pushed Qin Xu away, “You wait for me at the door.”

“yes.”

Yan Ci put the love letter that had been burnt with a corner on the table, and found out the copy of the love letter that Xia Zhinian got from the shop as a reference for handwriting when he ran into Xia Zhinian at the ancient calligraphy and painting copy protection shop and asked someone to copy his homework.

By the way, after Xia Zhinian was cut off from spending money to copy homework, he handed in the homework written in pencil, along with the photos on his mobile phone, and put them on the table in chronological order.

The copy of the love letter was signed, and it was the earliest one before the car accident.

Then Xia Zhinian made a deal with him and asked him to send Chu Qingjian a love letter, which was the light blue letter with elegant handwriting.

Then he found out that Xia Zhinian asked someone to copy his homework, and after he decided what to do, he handed in the homework written in pencil, and a few sheets of copied paper that he took yesterday.

In contrast, the pencil homework, as well as the few sheets of transcribed paper, the handwriting is obviously moving closer to the handwriting on the love letter.

It’s just that the paper was transcribed a bit sloppily, revealing a bit of the skeleton of the pen, which is somewhat similar to the handwriting on the burnt love letter.

Yan Ci’s heart shrank, and a strange thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Not to mention whether handwriting can have such a big change in such a short period of time, just looking at it now, no one will imitate the ugly handwriting after practicing good handwriting.

Nobody would do that.

unless…

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows lightly, with deep meaning, the ungraspable sense of etherealness became stronger and stronger, and seemed to touch the ground vaguely, an obscure smile flashed in his dark eyes, joy and madness.

It seems that he is… about to learn the secret of rice cake dumplings.

Yan Ci raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly.

Ask Qin Xu to contact a handwriting identification place, sign a non-disclosure agreement in advance, copy a few words on several pieces of paper, and take them over.

“Look, these are written by one person.”

The shopkeeper took it carefully, “This requires a specific identification. It cannot be judged accurately with the naked eye. It will take about half a month to a month to get the result.”

Yan Ci smiled politely, “Ten days.”

The shopkeeper signed the agreement and took a sum of money, nodded repeatedly, “Okay!”

Going back to class on Monday, the final exam is getting closer. Before the morning reading class, Lao Qin poured chicken soup on the podium for the students in the class, and the people below were dizzy and drowsy.

Xia Zhinian opened the back door, slipped quietly to the seat, turned his head, and the boy next to him was leaning on his arm, facing him sideways, with long eyelashes drooping and frowning slightly.

“??”

Why catch up on sleep in the classroom early in the morning?

Xia Zhinian looked over with rounded eyes, opened the stool and sat down in a soft voice. Yan Ci seemed to be asleep, his eyelashes moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw white and tender rice cake dumplings.

“Deskmate.”

He yelled softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Ok?”

Xia Zhinian’s almond eyes were round, “Did I disturb you? Why did you come here so early in the morning to catch up on sleep?”

Although the KTV adventure was embarrassing, Yan Ci always took him out to play a few days ago, and he was very happy in his heart.

Yan Ci sat up and smiled softly, “It’s not noisy, it’s because I didn’t sleep well last night.”

He has been looking up relevant information over the weekend, trying to find something to prove his guess.

The secret of the rice cake dumpling was too big, he had to be careful, and with the affairs of the Yan family company, he was busy for two days, and the illness broke out at night and he didn’t sleep at all.

Xia Zhinian stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth, turned his head, met the gentle smiling eyes beside him, saw that he was still looking at him, and tilted his head.

“What do you see me doing?”

Xia Zhinian was at a loss.

Yan Ci slightly hooked his lips, pulled the boy closer, and said softly, “At the same table, I don’t feel well.”

Xia Zhinian: “??”

“…what?”

Xia Zhinian was stunned for a moment, not remembering the last time he had contact with Yan Ci, he touched his ears, “Is your seizure regular?”

Yan Ci shook his head slowly, tugged at his sleeves, and smiled softly, “No, not necessarily.”

The cuffs were gently pulled, and the cloth brushed against the skin, making it a little itchy. Xia Zhinian was stared at by Yan Ci’s black eyes, and the roots of his ears were slightly hot.

After thinking about it, he bit his lip and stretched out his right hand, flattening his white and soft palm.

“Then, then…you can touch it for a while.”

Yan Ci looked down at him, the young man’s back was facing the sun, the slightly lighter hair on the top of his head revealed a kind of warmth under the light, his almond eyes were round, and he looked extraordinarily soft.

It’s a far cry from the gloomy and weird feeling it used to have.

The corners of Yan Ci’s lips curled up, looking at the young man’s amber eyes that showed concern, and asked him slowly, “Is this a deal?”

Xia Zhinian: “…?”

“Forget it.” He shook his head, “Just touch it.”

The plot is gone, and the transaction is useless.

The corners of Yan Ci’s lips became more pronounced, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

When the class bell rang, Yan Ci raised his eyes, glanced at him with his dark eyes, stretched out his hand silently, motioning for him to touch.

Xia Zhinian stayed for a while, with round almond eyes, seeing Yan Ci pick up a pen in the other hand to write something, flattened his mouth, and slowly pulled his arm to him.

He glanced to the side, Yan Ci looked gentle, his left hand was casually stretched out in front of him, his right hand was holding a pen, he calmly and focused on the questions, watched for a few seconds, and wrote the answer on it, only occasionally drawing two auxiliary lines at the last big question line, and then directly write the seen answer.

The behavior is horrific.

Xia Zhinian smacked his lips, seeing that Yan Ci was concentrating on brushing up the questions without paying attention to this side, he lowered his head to look at that hand.

The bones are distinct, slender and thin, the fingers are slightly curled up casually, and matched with the cool white complexion, it looks like a carefully carved jade art.

Xia Zhinian’s eyes were shining, and he slowly probed, rubbing his fingertips against his palm.

I don’t know what role the black sesame glutinous rice **** play in the original text.

It’s a pity not to be the protagonist with such a good-looking appearance.

Hands are also nice.

He rubbed his fingertips against each other for a while, seeing that Yan Ci had been concentrating on writing the topic, as if he hadn’t noticed this side, he got a little bolder, stepped on the front bar of the bench with his knees together, and put his hand on it. on his own knee.

With both hands, stretch out the index finger and stroke in one direction. The tentacles are warm, and then pinch the fingertips, pinch the tiger’s mouth, and rub the fingertips back and forth.

“…Deskmate.”

A deep voice came, and the hand was caught off guard.

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes in surprise, Yan Ci grabbed both of his hands, the corners of his lips curled up a little, his voice was clear and gentle, and his voice was low.

“Is it fun?”

Scratching back and forth, like a kitten scratching a ball of yarn, the itch crawled all the way up the nerves.

Xia Zhinian: “…”

Xia Zhinian smiled mischievously, with a soft voice, and glanced at him quietly, “It’s, it’s okay.”

Yan Ci: “…”

Yan Ci smiled, “I also want to play with you at the same table.”

Xia Zhinian stuttered for a second, then smiled obediently, “Ah forget it, I won’t play anymore, hey.”

In front of another table in the last row, Lin Siyu looked sideways, watching the whole process with a little surprise, although he couldn’t hear the sound clearly, but just watching, his expression still became a little complicated.

His family is not in the top circle, but the Yan family is famous, no one knows, this Young Master Yan is also a top figure in the circle, and countless people follow him.

Didn’t it mean that Young Master Yan has a serious obsession with cleanliness and hates being touched by others?

What’s going on?

The final exam came as scheduled, and Xia Zhinian was ordered by his elder brother not to be allowed to choose only, so he practiced calligraphy at home for a period of time, at least he could slowly write some big questions after finishing the compilation and filling in the blanks.

Anyway, he couldn’t stay in the college entrance examination, so he just wrote a few wrong formulas and fooled around.

“Ding Ling Ling Ling—”

When the bell rang, candidates poured out of the examination room one after another like a tide, laughing or worrying about the answers.

As the evening approached, the gentle evening breeze blew by, bringing a burst of comfort and coolness, and then it was washed away by the roaring noise in the classroom, and the atmosphere was instantly warm.

“Eat, eat, eat together, let’s go!”

“My head is hollowed out, Zou Ziqian, is your restaurant ready for barbecue?!”

Zou Ziqian laughed loudly, “It’s almost ready, my mother is counting the time, it’s just right when we go there, let’s go!”

Before class one took the exam, it was decided to go to dinner after the exam, and in line with the idea of not letting the fat and water go to outsiders, it was decided to go to Zou Ziqian’s barbecue restaurant without a word.

Xia Zhinian would not participate in this kind of activities according to the original character design, but now the plot is messed up, and the character design is not human design, so naturally it doesn’t matter.

He wanted to eat barbecue, and Da Da Da happily followed the team.

Mother Zou smiled and set up a big table by herself, served barbecue for them, and brought a lot of drinks, with a bright smile, “Students, eat openly, it’s enough, Auntie won’t charge you.”

Yuan Long waved his hands and patted his chest, “That won’t work, Auntie, we are here to support Zou Ziqian, we can’t eat for free.”

“That’s right, Auntie doesn’t charge us and we won’t come here again.”

“Zou Ziqian has lost my brother since then.”

Mother Zou was so teased from ear to ear by these young people that she brought them some more drinks.

Xia Zhinian sat on one side, and Yan Ci was next to him. Mother Zou brought over two large plates of barbecue and greeted Xia Zhinian.

“Student Xiao Xia, before you recognized Zou Ziqian’s drug allergies, you didn’t thank you properly, but that **** gave you a kiwi again, causing you to be allergic. I’m really sorry.”

Xia Zhinian smiled with his eyes bent, “It’s okay.”

“Eat slowly.”

Mother Zou said a few words to express her gratitude and apology, and soon went on to work, not disturbing the young people in this circle for dinner.

Xia Zhinian looked at the two large plates of barbecue on the table. One plate was obviously light without much seasoning. It was the takeaway dish he often ate together. The other plate was evenly sprinkled with cumin chili powder, and the aroma was attractive.

Xia Zhinian’s eyes were shining brightly, he hesitated for a moment, took out a tissue, and pinched the stick on the obviously spicy plate through the tissue.

With a groaning bite, a small piece of the top was bitten off.

The meat is chewy, the thick powder is wrapped around, and the fine chili powder rubs against the tip of the tongue, instantly attacking the taste buds.

Xia Zhinian’s ears turned red, he hissed, took a few sips of the ice soda beside him, and slowly suppressed the numbing pain on the tip of his tongue.

so spicy.

Also delicious!

Xia Zhinian’s eyes were bright, as if he had opened up a new world.

It is better to eat barbecue in the store.

The spicy ones are even better!

“Deskmate.”

Yan Ci usually doesn’t eat these, and calls him from sideways, with a gentle voice, “Do you eat such spicy food?”

Xia Zhinian’s tongue was still numb, her lips were bright red, her amber eyes sparkled, she nodded, “It’s delicious!”

The young man was still hissing softly, Yan Ci’s delicate face had a slight smile, and his eyes stopped on him.

Xiao Xia was still holding a barbecue in her hand, her lips were slightly red and swollen from the heat, and her deer-like almond eyes became more and more transparent under the light.

He did remember that the teenager had a stomachache from eating too much barbecue, but today he just finished the exam, seeing him happy and eating nothing, so he handed him a bottle of drink.

The boys around were reckless and got a few boxes of beer, and each of them avoided Zou’s mother to drink.

Yuen Long sat on the other side of Xia Zhinian, looked at him, looked at Yan Shen, giggled, and poured him a paper cup.

“Come on back table, try it.”

Xia Zhinian: “…”

Xia Zhinian had never drank alcohol before, the only time was the fruit wine at KTV last time, it felt quite delicious, thank you for taking it.

Yuen Lang laughed strangely, “Hahaha, you’re welcome, that’s all. If you get drunk again, you’ll have to go back with Yan Shen.”

Xia Zhinian: “…”

Yan Ci smiled casually.

Xia Zhinian took a small sip, and the bitter and spicy taste filled his mouth, accompanied by air bubbles, a bit bitter.

…not very tasty.

The rice cake dumpling wrinkled its face, smacked its lips, and took a bite to get rid of the bitter taste. It looked a little disgusted, and its amber eyes were clean and pure.

Yan Ci laughed and looked at it casually.

This meal lasted until almost eleven o’clock, and Xia Zhinian’s stomach was full, not wanting to waste Yuen Long’s kindness, so he sipped down the glass of wine.

Then… I lost consciousness after a while.

Yan Ci was also convinced by the amount of alcohol poured in this glass, smiled, and carried him away.

Suburban villa master bedroom.

The boy was lying on the bed, habitually curled up into a small ball, his forehead hair hanging down a little, revealing his fair forehead.

The slender eyelashes droop, the lips are moist, and the chest rises and falls with the breath.

“… Xia Zhinian?”

Yan Ci sat on the edge of the bed, tilted his head, and called him in an unclear manner.

The boy drank alcohol and fell into a deep sleep, but did not respond.

Yan Ci stared at him, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

He originally planned to send him back to Xia’s house, but when he suddenly learned that the results of the handwriting identification had come out, he changed his mind and brought him back.

… He is very curious about the secret of rice cake dumplings.

After much deliberation, that guess couldn’t go away in my mind, coupled with the sense of emptiness that didn’t surge up before, I simply put the person beside me to watch.

Yan Ci’s smile was not a smile, he stroked the boy’s hairy head, and slowly opened the brown file bag.

Inside is a thick stack of more than ten pages of detailed appraisal process, and the topmost page prominently puts the final appraisal result—

Handwriting 1 is the love letter Xia Zhinian sent to Chu Qingjian before the car accident, and handwriting 2 Xia Zhinian’s penciled homework—

Not written by the same person.

Handwriting 2 has obvious traces of imitation of handwriting 1.

Yan Ci Lengbai tapped lightly on the paper with his fingertips, clicked his tongue softly, meaningful, and continued to look down.

Handwriting 2. Homework written in pencil, and notes 3. A love letter with a corner burned and written clearly—

written by the same person.

The identification judged based on the time of handwriting, and it was determined that handwriting two and three were trying to imitate handwriting one.

Yan Ci took the report and slowly, slowly, tilted his head.

… imitation, handwriting one?

His eyelashes were half down, covering the abyss-like pupils, and the thin scars at the end of his eyes were filled with an inexplicable and strange meaning, which made people shiver.

For a moment, he suddenly chuckled.

really.

No one will imitate their own handwriting after practicing handwriting.

Unless…it wasn’t written by the same person at all.

Taking the car accident as the boundary, these are the two summer years before and after.

“…Good boy.”

“This is, your secret.”

Yan Ci muttered to himself, held his breath, and slowly leaned over, looking at the boy lying peacefully on the bed.

His eyes slid across his cheeks inch by inch, and he reached out his hand to carefully explore the side of the boy’s face and where the jaws meet.

No trace of abnormality.

It was the same face as before the car accident.

Without plastic surgery, without disguise, it is impossible for the Xia family to let someone replace their youngest son’s name.

This is actually the body of Xia Zhinian, the youngest son of the Xia family.

But… the handwriting changed after the car accident.

Personality…has changed too.

It was only after the car accident that he was not affected by his cleanliness.

Yan Ci smiled slowly, leaned over, and blocked the light behind him, casting a large shadow on the young man. At first glance, it seemed that the young man was stained with a deep layer of ink.

Word by word, in a soft and soft voice.

“… Xia, Zhi, Nian.”

Who are you…in the shell?

Is your name Xia Zhinian?

Yan Ci looked at the young man, his eyes were dark and bottomless, but gradually, a little inexplicable joy filled them, revealing a terrifying madness.

He is the only one who knows this secret besides the boy.

That is, as long as he wants to…

He can make the boy completely, completely, and completely belong to him alone.

He is alone.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart, Yan Ci’s smile became more and more joyful, the corners of his lips curled up, and with a little excitement in his eyes, he grabbed the boy’s wrist and rubbed it with his fingertips.

Like a dragon guarding its own treasure, it won’t let go for a moment.

He raised his eyes and looked around, took off a slender metal chain from the accessories on the bedside table, gathered the young man’s two porcelain-white slender wrists, and quickly wrapped the metal chain up twice.

his.

his…

“Well.”

Xia Zhinian vaguely felt some awkwardness in his arms, his head was dizzy, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Opening his eyes, without warning, he met the black eyes that could not reveal the slightest light.