Li Zishan's fingertips touched the spine of the book, then stopped, maintaining this position, struggling for a long time.
She suddenly thought that this was Chen Tinghan's room, a person's most private and defenseless place. If he had a secret, under what circumstances would he allow another person to enter the room?
Without a doubt, it is trust, only trust.
Entering someone's home with a purpose and snooping around casually, is that tantamount to betraying that trust?
Besides, that’s the Death Note. If it was really filled with names, that would be too scary... Li Zishan’s imagination was running wild, and he thought so to comfort himself.
So she sighed, withdrew her hand, and turned the chair around and around in boredom until Chen Tinghan finished cleaning and returned to the room.
The air conditioner was on in the room, so he closed the door. In a relatively small and enclosed space, only he and she were alone. Even though they deliberately kept a distance, Chen Tinghan could still smell the faint orchid fragrance on her body. However, she was thinking about other things and seemed unaware of it.
She thought, since she couldn't inquire privately, she might as well ask directly.
Li Zishan asked, "Do you have the habit of writing a diary?"
Chen Tinghan's mind flashed with a line from that classic movie. He then shook his head and said, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"
She pointed at the two notebooks and said, "I remember you used to have the habit of writing, but I don't know what you were writing about. Are you writing a novel? You haven't written anything recently, which is quite strange to me."
Chen Tinghan suddenly realized why the girl suddenly suggested coming to his house. It turned out that there is no smoke without fire.
He understood that Li Zishan had always been very perceptive. The girl had always noticed his strange behavior. Just because she didn't ask didn't mean she didn't see it. Finally, the doubts reached a peak when he received that strange phone call on his birthday.
In fact, Chen Tinghan had been waiting for Li Zishan to ask, and she was quite patient.
Now that she finally asked, how to answer has become a headache again. It is not difficult to continue to conceal it, and I can make as many excuses as I want, but does it really make sense?
Li Zishan looked at him and suddenly smiled. He bent down and groped in the backboard, saying, "It's okay. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Let's do something else."
She took out the board and said, "I made two heads. Let's refine the details and then we'll start coloring the model."
"What avatar?" Chen Tinghan was curious and moved closer.
Li Zishan held the board upside down with both hands, proudly displaying his masterpiece... To call it a masterpiece was no exaggeration. The painting was of a very high standard, with astonishing tones, structure, and detail. Chen Tinghan said in astonishment, "Is the level of skill so high? You can even take orders and make money."
He knew that Li Zishan could paint, and later he took on some jobs out of hobby, and his level was very high. However, he didn't expect that the master was so talented when he was young, and the two paintings he produced were of such quality.
She chuckled twice and said, "Impressive, isn't it? My skills have improved a lot since the beginning of this semester. Isn't it nice?"
There are two avatars on the board, one male and one female, respectively the male and female protagonists of "Hyouka". The composition is somewhat similar to the love avatar that was later widely used by Internet couples.
He sincerely praised: "It looks good."
"Well, you use one and I'll use one."
Chen Tinghan pretended to be serious and said, "Then I'll use Chitanda's picture as my profile picture."
"Internet shemale." Li Zishan rolled his eyes, then laughed, and Chen Tinghan laughed too.
As she was laughing, Chen Tinghan suddenly took two notebooks from the bookshelf and placed them on the table in front of Li Zishan. She was a little surprised and looked up.
Li Zishan thought the topic had been dropped, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to bring it back.
"Can I really watch it?"
Chen Tinghan nodded, she put down the board, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened it.
"Huh?" Li Zishan was surprised to find that the two notebooks were unexpectedly thin. She flipped them open and found that the pages of both had been cut to a considerable extent, and the contents were cut into pieces. She said a little uncomfortably, "Are you kidding me?"
She had already restrained her curiosity and didn't try to explore his secrets. Everyone had things they didn't want to talk about, which was understandable, but it was a bit too much to treat her like a child now.
There is a difference between concealing something and lying, especially a lie so clumsy that it can be called a joke.
Chen Tinghan smiled, walked to the ordinary whiteboard next to him, pushed it hard, and the gear turned, turning it to the back.
Li Zishan was a little confused, but he could see that the back of this whiteboard was much thicker than the usual ones.
Then Chen Tinghan pressed the buttons hidden at the bottom and back at the same time. Only then did she realize that the back panel, which seemed to be an integrated whole, was actually a push-pull type.
The board moved, revealing the tip of the iceberg inside.
It was a spider-web-like mind map made up of nails, cotton thread, notes, drawings, and newspapers.
"I don't want to hide anything from you, but some of the things recorded here are too far away from you, and there are too many bad things. You can feel it from this corner I opened up. If you want to know the whole picture, it will only add to your troubles and is not very meaningful."
Li Zishan looked at him in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment. Then he lowered his head and said, "So, on your birthday, you called me because something bad happened?"
"yes."
She said, "I can see that you don't want to talk about this topic."
"Yes," Chen Tinghan said frankly, "but, just like in our business, the premise of sincere cooperation is openness and honesty. Trust is very fragile. Lies, like concealment, will breed suspicion, and suspicion will lead to rifts. I just don't want any rifts between us."
Li Zishan blinked: "Why?"
"Because you are very important to me." Chen Tinghan said: "If you want to know anyway, then open it."
“…”
Li Zishan stood up from his chair and walked towards the whiteboard. Under Chen Tinghan's gaze, he slowly...closed the interlayer, and then said a little angrily:
"Why do you always say things like that?"
"What?" Chen Tinghan was stunned. He couldn't understand why the girl suddenly got angry.
Li Zishan bit her lip, then suddenly covered her face with her hands and sighed, saying, "I don't care about you anymore. I'm going to the bathroom first."
Looking at her hurried and even panicked back, Chen Tinghan was still completely confused, but he breathed a sigh of relief. If she insisted on reading it, his biggest secret was hidden in it. If she looked carefully, she might find that many of the handwritten things on it were events that had not happened yet, and could be called prophecies of the future.
Then, the secret of his rebirth might be revealed.
But Chen Tinghan would not stop her, because he did not want to live his life over again, deceiving and hiding things from her again and again, and even protecting her out of self-touchingness, so that in the end, they would become strangers.
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