The paranoid protagonist is addicted to me stickers [Transmigration Book]

Xia Zhinian opened his eyes wide in bewilderment.

known long time ago?

What do you mean?

I knew it a long time ago, and... treated him so well?

Jiang Yuan let go of her breath, exchanged a glance with Xia Wenhan, and sighed softly, "If I knew you cared so much, I would have told you."

Xia Zhinian was stunned.

Xia Wenhan explained, "Niannian, when you first came here, you were involved in a car accident and were sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

"But the emergency room data clearly showed that the heartbeat of this body stopped for 10 minutes."

"Generally, the heart stops beating for three to 10 minutes, and it is difficult to rescue it, but you woke up well."

"Actually, it's nothing. Three to ten minutes doesn't necessarily mean you can't save it."

"But year after year, we live together and get along day and night, and the changes in personality and behavior are obvious."

Xia Wenhan said: "I didn't expect this aspect at first, but after a long time, I will naturally discover something."

Xia Zhinian was completely stunned, his head went blank for a moment, and he was a little dizzy.

The Xia family found out.

Already found out...but still being nice to him.

It didn't say that he took the original owner's life.

Xia Zhinian's heart suddenly froze, his almond eyes widened slightly, he couldn't tell what emotion he was in, but he was somewhat hopeful, almost cautious.

"You...are you not angry?"

Jiang Yuan sighed softly, "How angry, no one could have expected this kind of thing."

"We were surprised at the beginning. We checked many aspects, even went to the temple to find someone to ask, and also asked experts in the study of space and time of the universe."

"Thinking about it..."

Jiang Yuan smiled, "Let's guess, which parallel time and space did you come from every year? It is similar to this world. There are parents, brothers, and they all exist normally."

"The difference is that we may have a clear sky here, but it's raining over there. It's roughly the same, but there are subtle differences, so the two Niannian memories are roughly the same, but have different personalities."

"Is that so?" she asked softly.

The voice fell into her ears and circled in her head repeatedly. Xia Zhinian looked at her and shivered suddenly.

The heart that had just been carefully lifted was instantly unbalanced.

It fell heavily to pieces.

The boy's eyes were red.

"Niannian?!" Jiang Yuan was stunned.

The young man backed away with his plastered feet, looked at them with foggy almond eyes, and after a while, smiled slightly, but there was a hint of crying in his voice.

"It's a pity... I guessed wrong."

"My father's name is Xia Zhi, and my mother's name is Zhang Dingying. I don't have an older brother, but I have a younger brother. They all passed away when I was five years old."

Xia Zhinian smiled, her heart beating a little slowly.

It turned out to be the case.

So they thought so.

"...every year." Jiang Yuan was stunned.

His heart seemed to be grabbed, and his chest was a little paralyzed. Xia Zhinian looked at the people under the stairs with a sense of fear for no reason.

They now know the truth.

Xia Zhinian stared at the subtle expression changes on their faces, Xia Wenhan's expression sank.

His heart was flustered, his breathing was short of breath, his throat was painful, his breathing seemed to be blocked, his fingertips were trembling and white, and he hurriedly moved his eyes away, not wanting to look again.

As soon as he turned around, he stepped on the plaster and ran back to the bedroom, and slammed the door behind him.

"Every year!"

Jiang Yuan didn't recover, she was so surprised, she hurried up to pat the bedroom door, "Niannian, please open the door first, okay?"

Xia Zhinian dodged in panic, moved a little further away from the door, breathed too fast, her throat felt a sharp pain, her chest heaved obviously, and he forcibly pressed her down again.

...had asthma.

Xia Zhinian was dizzy and had difficulty breathing. When he went to the bedside table, his fingertips turned white, he took out the medicine and opened the lid.

"Niannian, can you open the door first, mother, mother...Niannian!"

"Every year!"

Xia Zhinian arched his body, breathing tremblingly, listening to the voices outside, he was a little lost in thought, his eyes were empty.

It's normal for mothers to want their own children.

He was wrong.

It was he who shouldn't... Take another person's identity and life away.

Maybe the original owner can come back.

Maybe.

He didn't want to stay in someone else's body any longer.

So uncomfortable.

Xia Zhinian was a little dizzy before his eyes, leaning against the bed, short of breath, his heart ached from the lack of oxygen, he pinched his fingertips into his palm, and slowly, slowly, closed the lid.

The door is knocking, someone is talking.

But he couldn't hear.

Yeah.

It's better if you can't hear clearly.

There was a vague rumbling sound, and a layer upon layer of black shadows squatted down in front of him. He hid back, but his body couldn't move, and his jaw was pinched.

A bit of familiar medicine fell into the airway.

Confused, and gradually sober.

Xia Wenhan squatted in front of him, holding the medicine in his hand, frowned at him, and slowed down his voice.

"Niannian? Is it better?"

He reached out to touch the boy's head.

Xia Zhinian shrank to the corner, sat on the ground, hugged her knees, tried her best to hide in the corner of the bed, and lowered her eyes to look at him.

Xia Wenhan paused with his hands, slowly retracted them, pulled off the thin quilt on the bed, and wrapped it around the young man.

Jiang Yuan was not far away, looking at the young boy on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, Xia Hongyu hugged her.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Yan Ci walked up quickly, saw a few people in the bedroom, frowned, hurried to the young man, saw his pale face, and knelt down.

With a gentle voice, call him softly.

"Good boy."

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes slowly, and finally moved, his fingertips gently grabbed his sleeve.

Yan Ci heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to hug the young man into his arms, and comforted him along the back of his neck with a gentle tone.

"Hey, I'm back. It's my fault. I shouldn't go out without you."

Xia Zhinian buried her face in his shoulder, her body trembled slightly, and she retracted into his arms without saying a word.

The young man slowly calmed down in his arms, and Yan Ci patted his back, feeling that his body was extremely thin.

I didn't take good care of my body at first, but now I'm afraid it will be serious again.

"... Yan Ci."

The young man called him softly, like a dying beast, "You're back."

"Well, I'm back." Yan Ci hugged him tightly.

Xia Zhinian closed her eyes and buried herself in his arms, her eyes were pitch black, she was rarely at peace, but she couldn't lift the slightest bit of strength.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of the matter. You woke up early today, do you want to sleep for a while?" Yan Ci patted his head.

The ear was very quiet, Xia Zhinian rubbed against Yan Ci's arms vigorously, shook his head slightly, his nose was sour, and his voice was so soft that it would disappear with a blow.

"Yan Ci, I'm so tired."

"I don't want to be so tired anymore." The boy held back his sourness, "I want to rest."

He couldn't take it anymore.

He has nothing in this world, everything belongs to the original owner.

Except Yan Ci.

... Yan Ci is his.

Before the car accident, he took a bag of snacks from the snack cabinet prepared by Yan Ci, put them in his schoolbag, and tried to take them with him.

But this time, he just felt tired, very tired.

He couldn't lift his spirits no matter what, he didn't want to move his body, and it was difficult to breathe.

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, and his voice was deep, "Good boy, you'll be fine, I'll hold you if you want to rest, but only for a while, not too long."

"... Yan Ci."

Xia Zhinian's eyes were flushed, her voice was soft, slightly choked up, "You know what I mean."

Yan Ci's eyes darkened, a little cold, brutal and domineering, "I don't know."

After he finished speaking, he calmed down a little, touched the back of the boy's neck, slowed down his voice, and coaxed and comforted him.

"Hey, you've already said everything you know. You've done what you've done, so don't worry about it. Now, leave the rest to me, okay?"

A gentle yet somewhat forceful voice fell into his ears, Xia Zhinian was a little weak, his limbs seemed to be paralyzed, he couldn't lift his strength anywhere, and rubbed against his shoulder.

The boy's collar was rubbed open by him a little. He glanced over and suddenly saw something, and raised his hand to touch it.

"what is this?"

On the lower part of Yan Ci's neck, there is a half-finger-long scar on the left side. The color is very new, as if it has grown newly.

Before I could, there was obviously no such scar.

Where did this come from?

The young man looked at him with doubts on his face, and Yan Ci rubbed his fingertips on the back of his neck, his voice was low and sweet, and it hit his heart lightly.

"On the day of your car accident, the car door was deformed, and when it was pulled open, it was scratched by broken glass."

"?!!"

Xia Zhinian's heart suddenly shrank, his almond eyes widened, his fingertips trembled, and he gently reached out to touch it.

A very long cut, a thin scar, uneven under the fingertips, very close to the artery.

...Why are you so desperate.

Why bother.

Yan Ci hugged the back of his hand and smiled lightly, his voice was very soft, almost a whisper.

"Hey, it has a scab, but I tore off the scab, and there will be a scar here forever."

Xia Zhinian raised his eyes in a daze.

Yan Ci's smile became more and more pleasant, and he leaned over gently, "Hey boy, look at it, remember it, it's because you left it, I want you to see it all the time, in this way, you will always owe me, and you will never be able to leave I."

Xia Zhinian's heart shrank heavily, his eyes were sore, his voice almost trembled, "... Yan Ci."

do not do that.

He couldn't stand it.

Yan Ci smiled lightly, wrapped the thin quilt tightly around the young man, raised his arms to pick up the young man, and put him beside the bed.

The boy sat down, but his upper body was still hugging the waist of the boy standing by the bed, his face was hidden in his waist and abdomen, and his breathing was slightly rapid.

Yan Ci patted his head.

Xia Wenhan looked at the two of them, pursing his thin lips tightly.

Yan Ci embraced the young man, looked back at the three remaining members of the Xia family in the room, his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Several, please go back if you have nothing to do, I will contact you later."

Jiang Yuan's voice became anxious, "No, we won't leave."

Things have become like this, no matter whether the child is Niannian or not, once they leave, it seems that they really don't want this child.

can't go.

Yan Ci glanced at them, then at the boy in his arms, his eyes darkened.

"Okay, let's talk."

Xia Zhinian closed his eyes and didn't want to listen, and didn't want to leave Yan Ci, so he grabbed his clothes with a little force.

"good."

The members of the Xia family watched together, Yan Ci didn't care, he stroked the back of the boy's head soothingly, picked him up and did not let go, took something from the room, and found a chair to sit down on.

The boy sat on his lap facing each other, with his back to the three members of the Xia family.Yan Ci took out two earplugs, plugged them into the young man's ears, one on the left and one on the right, and put on a silent earmuff for him, touched his head, and put them in his arms.

The three members of the Xia family: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

There was silence in Xia Zhinian's ears for an instant, his emotions were vented, his head was empty, he tilted his head slightly, and was a little dazed.

Yan Ci took him into his arms, wrapped him tightly in the quilt, and said softly, "Hey, sleep for a while, I won't go."

There was silence in Xia Zhinian's ear, but staring at the boy's lips, he understood this sentence.

The heart beat slowly, nodded, buried in the boy's shoulder, and closed his eyes.

"A small speech."

Jiang Yuan looked at the two of them, feeling a little worried, "It's too much effort, or I'll let Nian Nian go to bed."

Yan Ci shook his head, "No, I'll just hold it."

Xia Zhinian's head was a little dizzy, and he fell asleep in a daze, but he didn't sleep well, and his consciousness seemed to be clear and vague.

The boy's shoulders were warmed by the body temperature of the two of them, and he unconsciously leaned closer.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the boy slowly opened his almond eyes, and his mood calmed down a lot.

Xia Zhinian blinked his eyelashes a few times, and realized that he was still in Yan Ci's arms, with earphones on his ears, the bed in front, and the three members of the Xia family behind.

He turned his head a little slowly, not too awake.

... Yan Ci was right.

He has already said everything, what will happen after that is not something he can decide to guess.

Feel free to.

Xia Zhinian quietly rubbed against the boy's neck.

Yan Ci sat with the boy in his arms, and the three members of the Xia family on the opposite side also found stools to sit on.

Even though there is a sofa, several people insist on sitting on the stools to form a circle. The picture looks a little funny.

But no one cares about that now.

Yan Ci frowned and stared at Xia Wenhan, with a deep voice, "Brother Xia, are you sure? You can't talk nonsense."

Xia Wenhan looked at his younger brother who looked like a white dumpling and was held in his arms, and frowned slightly, "Of course not, I felt something was wrong before."

Jiang Yuan was impatient, "Xiaohan, why haven't you told us?"

"I'm just guessing, not sure, after all, this kind of thing..."

Xia Wenhan pursed his lips tightly, his long and narrow eyes were ambiguous, and asked Yan Ci, "Did you confirm the replacement through handwriting?"

"Yes, the handwriting and..." Yan Ci said, suddenly paused, his breathing stopped for a second, he tightened his grip on the young man's hand, and lowered his eyes slightly.

On the shoulder, there is nothing unusual about the boy's hairy head.

But the neck... felt wet and itchy.

The rice cake dumpling licked lightly on the scar.

He suddenly tensed up.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, his round almond eyes were hazy and moist with the mist of just waking up, his lips were pressed against the scar, and he looked over purely and lustfully.

Yan Ci stared at the young man, his eyes darkened, and the scar on his neck seemed to have been scorched by fire, and it was a little hot.

"Handwriting and what?"

Xia asked Han asked.

Yan Ci raised his eyes, his face remained unchanged but his voice was slightly hoarse, "... character."

He said slowly: "Handwriting and character."

Xia Wenhan stared at him, then looked at his younger brother who was wrapped in a small quilt, showing the back of his head, frowned, stood up, and cast a cold glance at Yan Ci.

"What are you doing, are you awake every year?"

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci clicked his tongue lightly, and took off the mute earphones and earplugs for the young man.

The surrounding voices resumed, Xia Zhinian was dazed for two seconds, his head was touched, and when he raised his eyes, he was caught off guard and saw Xia Wenhan who walked around in front of him with a slightly cold expression.

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Xia Zhinian opened her eyes wide and froze for a moment.

Xia Wenhan looked at his younger brother leaning close to this boy from the Yan family, feeling unhappy no matter how he looked at it, so he took a stool over, his voice low.

"Come down and sit down by yourself."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian looked at him a little frightened, bit his lip, lifted the casted foot, took a step, and sat down.

"Hey, don't be afraid."

Yan Ci pulled the stool and sat next to the young man, Xia Zhinian looked at him, blinking, did he come to his senses.

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Xia Wenhan's long and narrow eyes were cold, he glanced at Yan Ci, snorted coldly, and brought another soft stool to prop up Xia Zhinian's casted leg, "Would you like some water?"

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

Xia Zhinian looked at him, his head was a little confused, and he blinked, "...Thank you, I, I won't drink."

Brother Xia, what is your reaction?

How strange.

Xia's father and Xia's mother also had expressions... a bit complicated.

He couldn't quite understand it.

Xia Zhinian was at a loss, with round almond eyes.

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, Xia Wenhan took a cup of slightly hot water and stuffed it into his hand.

In the bedroom, the three of them sat on stools in a circle, Jiang Yuan sighed softly, Xia Hongyu comforted her, Xia Wenhan stood in front of them.

The atmosphere was a little indescribably weird.

Xia Wenhan stood next to the boy, took out a pen and paper, and tried to speak slowly, "Niannian, let me see what you write."

Xia Zhinian: "???"

"what?"

Xia Zhinian reacted for a while, and guessed something, probably because the Xia family was dubious about the replacement in his body.

He pursed his lips and wrote the words "Xia Zhinian" on the paper.

The handwriting is thin and self-contained.

Xia Wenhan stared intently at him, staring at him as he wrote, his gaze was a little deep, and he looked at him with a hoarse voice, "You said you are not my younger brother, what was your previous name?"

"...also known as Xia Zhinian."

The young man said.

"Every year."

Jiang Yuan was a little upset, and leaned forward, with an indescribable eagerness on her gentle face, and took out another piece of paper, "Come on, draw a sun."

Xia Zhinian: "???"

Xia Zhinian was dumbfounded.

"Mom..."

He shouted halfway, then stopped abruptly, pursed his lips, and asked doubtfully, "What do you want to do?"

"Be good every year."

Jiang Yuan sighed, "You draw first, then stick figures."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Xia Zhinian held the pen and glanced left and right with his almond eyes. Yan Ci held his hand and squeezed it, indicating that he was always here.

……OK.

Simple sun?

With his left hand still being held by Yan Ci, he raised his right hand, drew a circle, and then drew a circle of small triangles around it, imitating the sun, and it was a kindergarten stick figure.

Jiang Yuan's hands trembled a little, took the paper, counted it around, her eyes suddenly turned red, she grabbed his wrist, her voice choked up.

"Every year."

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian was completely stunned, a little at a loss, and said softly, "You, don't cry."

What exactly does this mean?

Xia Hongyu passed a piece of paper to his wife, Xia Zhinian was in a confused situation, a little lost.

"Niannian." Xia Wenhan sighed softly, and calmly explained his confusion.

"Have you ever thought that you are Nian Nian at home?"

"...??"

ha?

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, feeling a little uncomfortable, and lowered her eyes, "I told you, I'm not, if you don't believe me, I can—"

"I mean, you didn't come here by accident, you came back here."

Xia Wenhan's voice was deep and deep, and every word was extremely powerful, hitting people's ears.

"...?!"

Xia Zhinian was almost stunned by him, his almond eyes rolled round, "... what?"

Xia Wenhan took the stick figure drawing of the sun just now, and said in a low voice, "You were young at that time, maybe you don't remember it. When you drew the sun before the age of five, the triangles around it were always ten asymmetrical. When I asked you why, you said it was because There are ten golden crows and ten suns."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

He counted his paintings, and there were indeed ten, but he had no impression of the Golden Crow, so he bit his lip, "It's a coincidence."

"and this."

Xia Wenhan took the name he just wrote and frowned slightly.

"You learned characters from me when you were a child. I wrote Xia characters with the top horizontal line upside down. You followed me to learn [-]% of them. Mom even told me to give you a good time, saying that I was leading you badly."

"...??"

what?

Xia Zhinian was stunned. When he wrote Xia, the horizontal line on it was indeed an inverted stroke.

Xia Wenhan's face softened, and although his voice was cold, his tone was as light as possible, a little vaguely gentle, "A few days ago, I just felt that something was wrong, but this kind of thing is too unbelievable, so I didn't pay attention to it carefully."

He said: "Niannian, you didn't come to this world, you came back to this world."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian looked at him, then turned to look at Yan Ci, for a moment, smiled lightly, curled up her fingertips, and relaxed her heart.

"You don't have to do that."

The Xia family is very good, and he is very lucky not to blame him.

"I know it well."

The boy finally smiled, "Don't make up these lies to comfort me."

It was parallel time and space in the morning, but now he is back.

Did Yan Ci discuss something with them?

He glanced at the boy next to him, his left hand was held tightly, it was warm.

"I have lived in that world for more than ten years, and I have not lost my memory suddenly. The inverted strokes and stick figures are just random words, and there is no evidence to prove it."

Xia Zhinian bent his eyes and smiled, "Thank you."

The Xia family is really nice.

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Xia Wenhan took a deep breath, a hint of depression flashed across his stern face, a little irritable, he looked at the young man who didn't care.

Xia Zhinian got up and wanted to leave, Xia Wenhan frowned.

"Stop, I'm not finished yet."

Caught off guard, Xia Zhinian's shoulders were crushed, and Xia Zhinian was not able to stand firmly on one leg, so he was pushed back to sit down suddenly, and a stack of papers was handed into his arms.

The paper is a little yellowed, it looks quite old, and it is full of immature handwriting.

This is……

Xia Wen coldly frowned, and raised his voice a little, "See for yourself, here are all the words and paintings written and drawn before being lost every year."

"The ten triangles on the sun in the simple strokes can be a coincidence, but the left end of the horizontal line on the Xia character is light, and the right end is heavy. The inverted strokes are obvious."

He just went back temporarily to find these things.

Xia Zhinian was stunned.

"Also." Xia Wenhan stood and clicked his tongue softly, "It's also what I thought was wrong at first."

He said in a deep voice: "You can't see the four small moles on the back of your neck, but your mother told you frequently when you were a child that they were butterfly-shaped. You were right in the swimming pool that day."

"??"

Xia Zhinian thought for a while, and he did mention the butterfly shape, pursing his lips, "Brother Xia, you don't have to do this, I... I have the memory of this body, so..."

"But when Nian Nian was first brought home, we asked him, and he didn't know about the four moles, let alone the butterfly shape." Xia Wen said coldly.

"So from the pool onwards, I just didn't feel right."

He turned around, took out another stack of documents, and handed them to him, his eyes were dark, his meaning was unclear, and his voice was calm.

"I'll go to the place where I lived every year to check."

"My younger brother likes sweets, but Yuan Nian doesn't.

My brother likes spicy food, but the original one was hardly spicy at all.

My younger brother loves seafood, but the original one doesn't like it either, he prefers something light without seasoning. "

"When a person grows up, his handwriting can change, his personality can change, but it's hard to change his preferences, and you are totally right."

"Even including, my brother loved to gnaw his fingers when he was a child, and you haven't changed at all." Xia Wenhan stuffed an old photo.

Above, a milky white and delicate child was sitting on the sofa, with almond eyes open, staring at the forbidden candy on the table, biting the knuckle of the index finger of his left hand, taking a small sip to satisfy his craving.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian: "???"

Xia Zhinian completely confused him, grabbed Yan Ci's hand, looked up at Big Brother Xia who was standing nearby, with big eyes.

After being silent for a long time, I finally found my voice, feeling soft in doubt.

"I just... slept for a long time?"

"Where did you come up with so many fake things?"

Although, as long as the money is enough, what kind of information can't be obtained, these are just what Brother Xia himself said.

Xia Wenhan: "..."

Xia Wenhan: "..."

"How can you believe it?" Xia Wenhan looked at him.

Xia Zhinian was stunned, the hair on the top of his head shaking, "I, I can't believe it anyway."

It's ridiculous.

Hope itself is a daunting thing, and it hits the head like a pie. If he believes it and finds out that it is false, he will probably go crazy.

Xia Wenhan's expression was a little depressed, as if he was in a panic.

Yan Ci laughed out loud, and squeezed the young man's hand.

Xia Zhinian's head was dizzy, and he even began to wonder if he hadn't woken up.

He stopped looking at the three members of the Xia family, turned to the boy next to him, pursed his lips, and called him in a low voice.

"Yan Ci, have you...discussed something with them?"

Xia Zhinian curled her fingertips, looked down at the hand she was holding, bit her lips, and said softly, "You don't have to do this."

He moved closer, opened his almond-shaped eyes wide, endured a bit of soreness and discomfort in his heart, and said in a low voice: "If it's because of the special medicine, there are so many people in the world, and your disease can always find the next special medicine."

"If it's because of your boyfriend..."

Xia Zhinian paused, her heart shrank slightly, she bit her lips, and said in a light voice, "I, we... broke up, and..."

He lowered himself and said slowly: "I'm actually not sure whether I like you or rely on you."

He has ups and downs, does he really like Yan Ci?

Or is it just like grasping at straws, clinging to him, clinging to him, trying to gain a chance?

Yan Ci: "..."

Yan Ci couldn't laugh anymore.

The curvature of the corners of the lips disappeared, and the dark eyes stared at the young man deeply.

After a while, he smiled again.

Xia Zhinian: "?!!"

Ow.

His hand was pulled suddenly, and there was a strong force. He opened his eyes wide, and his entire upper body fell into the boy's arms. His almond eyes were round, his heart tightened, and his scalp went numb, "... Yan, Yan Ci."

The three members of the Xia family watched from the sidelines, Xia Zhinian's heart was beating fast, and the scorching palm brushed over the back of his neck made him shiver.

"My dear boy, you have such a cruel heart."

Yan Ci's eyes were dark, staring at him with unclear meaning, the corners of his lips curled up a little, and his voice was very low, approaching his ear, rustling into his heart, "I was still licking and kissing my neck just now, in a blink of an eye I don't know what to say." Have you recognized someone?"

He approached with a soft voice, "Baby, do you want to try kissing somewhere else?"

Breathing freely, Xia Zhinian seemed to be scalded, her earlobe was a little bit bright, she bit her lip, her heart felt astringent, "Yan Ci, I'm serious."