Opening that "book," a series of standard text formats ca into view.
Dates and weather, followed by small, fragnted notes—there was no need to guess what it might be.
Chen Xi didn't imdiately choose to check it but instead took a thicker book from the side, sandwiched the diary inside, and continued to search for other interesting things.
Unfortunately, it seed Yan Feng had only written this one.
Holding the book with the diary in her arms, the young girl suppressed her restless heart and slowly walked to the man's door, speaking with the sa indifferent expression as usual:
"Do you need sothing?"
Yan Feng put down the mouse, turned to look at the young girl, and licked his dry lips, "What's up?"
"I'd like to borrow this to read," Chen Xi pointed to the book in her arms and added, "Just sothing to read in my spare ti."
She expected him to casually agree after she said this, then she would turn around and hide the diary, saving it to secretly read at night.
But things didn't go as planned. Yan Feng rely glanced at the book, frowned, got up, and approached, his expression sowhat gloomy.
"Why did you take this out?"
The man's figure gradually closed in, his gaze growing sharper, as if everything had slipped out of the young girl's control.
Seeing Yan Feng reaching for the book in her arms, Chen Xi quickly held it tightly and turned to evade.
This action took Yan Feng by surprise, but he didn't continue to snatch it. Instead, he shrugged and asked:
"Do you really want to read it?"
In an instant, a choice lay before Chen Xi.
She didn't know how he figured out she had taken the diary, nor did she know what was written in it, or if she had already stepped into Yan Feng's unknown territory.
The kinder soone appears on the outside, the more ferocious the beast hidden inside. Once you touch his bottom line, the consequences would be unimaginable for her.
Just a few days of warmth and relaxation had made her forget such a simple and understandable survival principle!
Hesitation, stalemate.
In the end, she chose the latter between angering him and compliance, gritting her teeth, reluctantly handing over the book.
The mont the cover touched his palm, she was even prepared to be abandoned once again.
But more unexpectedly, Yan Feng didn't seem to care much about the book with the diary. He didn't even fully take it in his hand before pushing it back to the young girl, then scratched his nose in her slightly surprised expression, explaining:
"One Hundred Years of Solitude isn't really suitable for you. It contains so sexual content that's quite..."
The man coughed awkwardly a few tis, then withdrew his hand and smiled, "But on second thought, you're already an adult, so there's no need to be overly cautious... Go ahead and read it, just don't let it interfere with your studies."
Chen Xi took the book, blinked. She had just wanted to pick a thicker book to hide the diary, but now she noticed the bold title "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
Connecting it with the content inside and looking at the man's evasive gaze, she finally understood that Yan Feng hadn't discovered the diary at all; he was just concerned about this book.
Realizing this, the young girl breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can I take this book with ?"
"Of course."
…………
At nine in the evening, Chen Xi had completed all her study tasks. Unable to contain her excitent, she directly pulled out the "One Hundred Years of Solitude" from her hidden backpack, extracted Yan Feng's diary, and began to read.
May 10, 2003, Sunny
Today I ate three candies, quite sweet.
Chen Xi: ?
It took her a full three minutes to decode this encrypted ssage, but it seed like sothing a child would write, without much significance.
No, wait.
Chen Xi recalled that in 2003, Yan Feng was only... six years old?
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Her gaze returned to the yellowed pages and the crooked handwriting, and the young girl's mouth twitched, as if everything made sense now.
But adhering to the principle of making full use of things, she continued to read for a while.
Little Yan Feng's diary was quite dull, mostly mundane entries. Fortunately, he didn't seem to enjoy writing them, so the ti span was large, flipping a few pages would jump from 2003 to 2005.
"July 10, Sunny. I saw the neighbor's sister, she's very pretty, and gentle, her big eyes sparkling..."
"Pfft."
Chen Xi couldn't help but let out a knowing smile, thinking how silly that man was as a child...
With this thought, the young girl turned to the next page.
"August 24, Sunny. Sister wore a sky-blue dress today, really pretty. When I grow up, I want to marry her..."
Before finishing the paragraph, the young girl flipped past it, a strange bitterness rising within her. She didn't want to dwell on it and skipped that diary entry.
"September 1, Sunny. There was a school performance, sister went on stage, she was really pretty, many boys were srized..."
"September 12, Cloudy. Sister made sothing delicious for , but it was too spicy, I couldn't eat it, but she still smiled happily."
"September 14, Sister went to the supermarket with today..."
"September 20, Sister made..."
"October 3, Sister..."
The more Chen Xi read, the more uncomfortable she felt. Yan Feng's childhood diaries were almost entirely about "sister," even with childish handwriting and simple words, it was clear to see a child's feelings.
But why...
A harsh sound of teeth grinding echoed, Chen Xi looked at the word "sister" in the text, never finding it so glaring before.
A crazy and childish thought suddenly erged in her mind, to cross out all the "sister" in the diary and replace it with...
The mont the thought appeared, an instinctive self-protection chanism jolted her awake from her confusion, even making her subconsciously throw the diary away, which fell to the ground with a noise.
The growing fear inside her was overwhelming. Chen Xi hated this feeling of her body being out of control, yet she enjoyed it every ti, always getting lost in it, then wanting to get closer, to understand, to empathize, just like...
Just like an addiction, hopelessly incurable.
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