MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 92 end of text

Xia Zhinian followed Yan Ci to stroll the whole street slowly, bought some odds and ends, including food and play, and Yan Ci carried it in one hand.

Xia Wenhan was separated by a certain distance, with a broad back, looking at the stalls on both sides from time to time, buying some weird and interesting things to take as gifts, but he didn't turn his head to look at the owner of the gift he was going to give.

The snow fluttered and fell, reflecting the warm red light of the lanterns, and the surrounding people were noisy and lively.

Yan Ci hooked something with one hand, and held the boy with the other. The crowd was crowded, but they never separated.

As the breeze blows on the long street, the long golden tassels of the lanterns sway, drawing a gentle arc.

Xia Zhinian's hand was firmly held, and it was wrapped up in warmth.

With light in his eyes, he raised his empty hand, watching a few snowflakes fall into the palm of his hand, gradually melting the coolness of the bits and pieces, his almond eyes curled up.

"Yan Ci."

The young man called out to the boy next to him, "I used to dislike winter very much, because winter always makes me sick, but now I have changed my view."

He said with a smile: "Winter is also very good."

There is Yan Ci, there is a big brother, there are parents, there are many people.

Every day is good.

He likes it all.

Yan Ci put his hand together, squeezed it lightly, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, he didn't say anything, just hummed, gently and warmly, with ironing notes.

Time is like an accelerator.

After Christmas, New Year's Day is just a few days away, and the new year begins, but senior high school students don't have many leisurely holidays.

The final exam is getting closer and closer, Xia Zhinian's grades in his last life were not bad, but they are not really top-notch.

At that time, due to physical reasons, he took classes intermittently, and he didn't have much energy and mind to study hard and improve.

His grades are not bad, but if he wants to go to the top and move closer to Yan Ci, the number one position in his grade, his scattered self-study books are not enough.

Yan Ci grabbed him to make up lessons, and the one-on-one support plan was finally not just for its name.

During the Spring Festival holiday, Xia Zhinian went back to Xia's house to celebrate the new year, and there were some things at the Yan's house, both sides couldn't get away.

Jiang Yuan watched her youngest son type frequently with his mobile phone in his arms, knowing who he was chatting with without looking, and patted his head with a smile.

"Niannian, eat something, talk for so long, you are not hungry, be careful that Yan Ci is hungry."

The whole night was spent chatting.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian saw the three big characters "boyfriend" on the top of her page at a glance, glanced over from the corner of her eye, saw Jiang Yuan's knowing smile, and her ears warmed up.

The boy's ears were smeared, and he turned off the screen of the phone with a "swish" and took a piece of pastry.

"thanks Mom."

"Om—"

After a while, there was a vibration from the muted mobile phone, and he opened it to take a look.

The boyfriend on the message page didn't wait for his reply, and the emoji came over directly.

[Boyfriend]: Darling, why didn't you reply to the message? ^_^

【Boyfriend】: Fanfan wagging his tail.jpg

【Boyfriend】: Fanfan is staring at you.jpg

[Boyfriend]: Fanfan lies flat and reveals her belly.jpg

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian's lips curved into a smile, he swallowed the pastry in his mouth, and typed -

[My mother is afraid that if I talk to you for too long, it will waste your time and make you hungry. 】

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and typed to send a message.

[No, my boyfriend is not here, I don’t think about food and tea, and I don’t feel hungry at all. 】

"..."

Xia Zhinian couldn't help laughing.

On the TV, the sound of countdown to the New Year began to sound, full of enthusiasm and anticipation.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The male and female hosts were all smiling, and everyone on the TV followed the countdown. Outside the TV, a few people from the Xia family sat in the living room and looked at the screen with a smile.

There was a cannon salute outside, crackling.

"six

, five, four..."

Xia Zhinian sat on the single sofa, holding the mobile phone, quietly turned on the mobile phone, and sent a voice message in a low voice.

"three two…"

"Brother, boyfriend, happy new year."

"One, Happy New Year everyone!"

Raise your hand, the message is sent successfully!

Jiang Yuan took out two red envelopes with a smile, and handed them to her two sons, her Wenrun almond eyes were full of smiles.

"Xiaohan, happy new year every year, my mother wishes you a safe, healthy and happy new year."

Xia Hongyu laughed, and also took out two red envelopes and handed them one by one.

Xia Wenhan took it, and his voice softened rarely, "Happy New Year, thank you mom, thank you dad."

"Niannian, yours, take it."

Jiang Yuan smiled, seeing that her youngest son hadn't picked it up yet, she handed it over to her.

Xia Zhinian's heart was sore, he looked at the two happy and auspicious big red envelopes with round almond eyes, and reached out to take them.

"Thank you mom, thank you dad."

This is the first time he has received a red envelope during Chinese New Year since he can remember.

Be safe, healthy and happy.

This is the most sincere and sincere wish of parents for their children.

Xia Zhinian's eyes were slightly hot, and he laughed again, cherishing the two red envelopes.

Xia Wenhan looked at him with his long and narrow eyes, stretched out his hand, felt it out of nowhere, handed another red envelope to his younger brother, and slowed down his voice.

"Happy New Year, there will be more next year, don't keep them for nothing."

Xia Zhinian blinked and smiled, "Thank you brother."

He also took the red envelope, and was surprised to find that the packaging of the three red envelopes was exactly the same, and they were obviously prepared together. He raised his eyes, "When did you get this package? Why do I have no memory at all?"

During this period of Chinese New Year, he basically stayed at home, went out to buy New Year's goods and things, and he followed suit. He didn't remember buying this at all.

Xia Wenhan glanced at him, and said calmly, "The child only needs to accept the red envelopes, and don't care so much about other things."

Xia·Children·Chinian: "..."

OK.

Xia Xiaobai happily put away the red envelopes, Jiang Yuan greeted Hu Chihai and drank, then turned around excitedly to get snacks and cakes.

The phone dinged, Xia Zhinian looked up, it was a video call.

Inviter: Boyfriend.

The corner of his lips curled, and he ran to the window, with his back to the window, the phone half-blocked his face, turned the volume to the minimum, and connected.

The familiar Qingjun eyebrows appeared on the screen.

"Good boy."

"Don't talk yet." Xia Zhinian whispered, moved the phone a bit, and said with a smile, "Look."

There was a sound of "whoosh".

Outside the window behind the boy, a ray of bright light suddenly rose into the sky, blooming high in mid-air, and the sky was illuminated by dots and endless fireworks.

In the next moment, there was a continuous sound of breaking through the air.

The grand fireworks bloom the first bunch of flowers in the new year, the second, the third...

The young man in front of the window smiled, behind him was Sanqianlian, and the light and color on the young man's body changed.

"Does it look good?" Xia Zhinian's almond eyes sparkled.

Yan Ci's eyes fell on the young man, the corners of his lips were raised a little, his eyes were dark, and he said softly, "It looks good."

He smiled, and said in a soft voice, "Happy New Year, boy."

Senior high school students don't have much time to rest. During the Lantern Festival, senior high school students in No. 3 Middle School have already started to make up classes. In the evening, Xia Zhinian followed Yan Ci back to the villa.

Yan Ci's culinary skills became more and more good. He cooked a few dishes and cooked a big pot of Lantern Festival. The young man followed him, handing chopsticks and shovels, like a small tail.

Yan Ci laughed, and stretched out his hand to embrace the young man.

"?!"

Xia Zhinian was turning around to take the bowl, when two hands clasped onto his waist unexpectedly, he was suddenly turned around with a force, his feet were lifted off the ground, and he was carried onto the marble countertop.

"...Yan Ci, what are you doing?"

Xia Zhinian is dumbfounded

For a moment, blink your eyes.

The floor heating in the villa was very hot, so he wore a set of summer pajamas with short sleeves and shorts. When his knees touched the cold marble surface, he was shivered by the cold. He looked at the boy in front of him with round almond eyes, looking obedient.

Yan Ci stood in front of him, pinched the young man's chin, and said in a low voice, "Hey, just sit here, follow me, I can't see you."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian let out an oh, nodded obediently, and shook his legs.

It wasn't cold in the room, he sat on the marble countertop for a while, and quickly warmed up the place, and he didn't feel cold.

The two tender calves were hanging down, the knees were white and delicate, revealing a slight pink.

Yan Ci looked down, his eyes darkened a little, and suddenly changed his mind, stepped forward, slowly separated his knees with his fingertips, and hugged the boy off the table.

Hold it with one hand, rinse it with the empty hand, carry the dishes, go back and forth a few times, take out all the dishes, it's not too troublesome at all.

The last trip was over, Xia Zhinian nestled in Yan Ci's arms, looked back at the dining table, "Okay, it's time to eat, I'm so hungry."

He stretched his legs down, ready to go down, but his whole body was suddenly lifted, and he changed his posture abruptly.

In the next second, he sat sideways on Yan Ci's lap.

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

The young man glanced over, Yan Ci smiled, hugged him calmly, and reached for the bowls and chopsticks.

"Which one do you want to eat?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian actually felt...a little used to it, squished his mouth, glanced at the dining table, his eyes fell to the small bowl beside him, his eyes were slightly bright.

"I want that, eat Yuanxiao."

Of course, you have to eat Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival.

Yan Ci smiled lightly, stretched out his arms around the young man, picked up the bowl in one hand, and the porcelain spoon in the other, wrapped the young man in his arms, and brought the Lantern Festival to the young man's mouth.

"Open your mouth."

A small piece of Lantern Festival, white and glutinous on the outside, looks exceptionally white, Xia Zhinian only bit off a small amount, and his mouth instantly overflowed with the softness of glutinous rice and the sweetness of black sesame filling.

A small opening was broken in Yuanxiao, and the thick black sesame stuffing flowed out.

He looked at it, couldn't help laughing out loud, his brows and eyes curved, "It turns out that black sesame glutinous rice **** taste like this."

Yuanxiao, commonly known as glutinous rice balls.

Looks are really deceiving, hahaha.

Xia Zhinian couldn't stop laughing, Yan Ci hugged him, the corners of his lips curled up, his voice was low and sweet, "Why, is it delicious or not?"

"Hahahaha, it's delicious." Xia Zhinian inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Tangyuan, eat glutinous rice balls.

Eat black sesame glutinous rice balls, hehe.

"It's delicious and eat more."

Yan Ci smiled but was not a smile, looked at him with unclear meaning, and then fed the boy.

Xia Zhinian ate a lot, the glutinous rice **** were a bit too sweet, and if he ate too much, he would feel a little greasy, so he wanted to stop, but Yan Ci still said hello, with a soft voice, exuding a different kind of tenderness.

"Hey, eat more, you can still eat it during the Lantern Festival this year, but not necessarily next year."

Xia Zhinian: "???"

Xia Zhinian didn't react, her voice was clear, "Why?"

What kind of custom is this?

Yan Ci smiled a little softer, fed another one into the boy's mouth, and leaned closer.

Warm breath flowed from the ears, and the familiar deep voice, with sporadic smiles, wrapped in sugar, trickled into the ears, gently.

"Good boy, this year is still the third year of high school, so eat small glutinous rice balls, and you have graduated next year, so you can..."

He smiled and said slowly, "It's time to eat big glutinous rice balls."

Xia Zhinian: "?!!"

...big, big glutinous rice balls? !

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? !

Xia Zhinian tilted his head, his eyes were wide open, he was thinking about something crookedly in his head, the bases of his ears were flushed by the breath, and he tried to stand up.

"Well…"

The arms on the waist tightened, and the earlobe was bitten lightly. The boy trembled instantly, grunted, and his body tensed up.

Yan Ci smiled, held the boy in his arms, and kissed his ear comfortingly, in exchange for the boy's slight tremor.

The Spring Festival almost stops at the Lantern Festival.

After that, there will be more intensive high school general review, exams, questions, exams, questions.

The students in the classroom were dizzy from reciting their books, and turned their heads to look out the window.

The branches sway slightly.

A ray of gentle wind brought the apricot blossoms in spring and March, and a hazy rain brought out the fragrant April sky.

It's another spring.

Another touch of summer.

Xia Zhinian once thought that he could only stay in this world for one summer.

That was his favorite, most nostalgic and most unforgettable summer.

But going round and round, going round and round, summer goes and autumn comes, winter turns to spring, and summer comes back again.

He likes swinging his plastered legs in autumn, basking in the sun's rays, and likes the dim red candlelight reflected on the snow and Yan Ci's side face in winter.

I like spring and March when the apricot blossoms are everywhere, and I like April when the mountains are full of fragrance.

But in the end, he found that he still likes summer best.

When he came out of the examination room, the crowd was bustling. Xia Zhinian stood on the steps, half-closed his eyes under the golden sunlight shining on his face, and slowly opened them again.

A cold white hand was covered in front of his eyes, stretched out from the side of his neck, loosely blocking the sun.

With a light hug on his waist, he turned around and fell into the arms of the boy behind him.

"Yan Ci, it's summer again."

They met in summer, separated in summer, and now, after going together in summer.

Yan Ci hummed, he didn't care about the season, he hugged the young man tightly, and said—

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter, I love you."

His skin was slightly cool, not too warm, Xia Zhinian rubbed his forehead, and his voice was soft and smiling.

"Have you had an attack again? Then hold me tight and touch me. You don't have to knock me out this time."

—I am your eternal medicine.

The sky was bright, and they embraced each other in the crowd.

In the future spring, summer, autumn and winter, it will be all ironing posts.