I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"Their eyebrows and eyes are very similar."

"But his nose and facial features resemble Uncle Chen's."

"Actually, neither his father nor I are very tall, but we ended up having such a tall son."

Chen Junqian stood to the side, accepting their analysis of the origins of his facial features with a smile, but in his heart he felt that this place was a place of sorrow, because he had stayed here when he was holding funerals for his parents in his previous life. At that time, the rooms downstairs were temporarily occupied by relatives who came to help, and he lay alone on this bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

On the bedside table, there was a pair of old porcelain dolls, one dressed in a suit and the other in a wedding dress, with the words "May you have a long and happy marriage" written on the base. In the corner, there was an old wardrobe. Wang Hongling opened the wardrobe door and found that inside, besides the neatly folded quilts, there were several small storage boxes.

“These are all things from Junqian’s childhood.”

As soon as these words were spoken, several girls gathered around almost simultaneously. Xu Youwei's heart skipped a beat when she heard this. It wasn't that she hadn't seen these things back then, but rather that when she was still a primary school student a few years ago, she had taken some small trinkets that she felt had sentimental value and put them into their secret base.

The first box was opened, and inside was a photo album. Lin Mu was the quickest, taking out a thick blue photo album. The first page showed photos of Chen Junqian as a baby.

The baby in the photo was wrapped in a light blue swaddle, with a round face, eyes not fully open, and a slightly parted mouth. He looked soft and dazed. Lin Mu immediately covered his mouth, blinked, and exclaimed:

"Qianqian is so small."

Chen Xi also leaned over to look, trying to find traces of herself in the photos, but Lin Mu wouldn't let her look at them, so she had to give up. Zhu Wenyun looked at the photos and couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't know you were such a well-behaved child."

"Babies are all pretty much the same."

"It's different. Qianqian looks great right now."

"Indeed, I also think my younger brother was very lovable when he was little."

While Lin Mu was still looking at it, Chen Xi quickly flipped to the next page and continued searching for herself from bottom to top. What she saw was a photo of Chen Junqian sitting on the carpet when he was a little over one year old, holding a box of building blocks in his arms, with no expression on his face, as if he was seriously studying an important matter in his life.

Chen Xi suppressed a laugh but couldn't help but let it out. Her gaze shifted to the lower right corner, where she finally spotted another baby. She quickly asked Wang Hongling beside her:

"Auntie, is this baby me?"

"Right, your mother and I were born around the same time. I had just given birth and she got pregnant not long after. We raised you two together."

Sure enough, with Chen Xi's birth, most of the subsequent photos featured the two of them together, which immediately dampened the interest of the others. They simply gave the album to Chen Xi and then looked at the other boxes. Wang Hongling also took out a small car.

"The little wooden car that Junqian really liked back then."

The car body was somewhat worn, and the edges of the wheels were old, but it was well preserved. Lin Mu held it in his hand and examined it carefully.

"Did Qianqian play with this when he was little?"

"I do not remember."

Upon hearing her son's rare display of pride, Wang Hongling immediately smiled and said:

"Of course you don't remember, back then you were holding onto this car and no one could take it from you."

"Should I take it?"

Chen Xi immediately raised her hand to speak, while Wang Hongling shook her head.

"Then you two are going to fight."

"Tch, even my brother won't give in to me."

"I didn't remember anything back then, how could I know whether or not to give way?"

"Ok."

As Chen Xi responded, she picked up her phone and started taking pictures of the album. Scrolling down, she found photos of Chen Junqian falling while learning to walk, and photos of the two of them wearing tiger-head hats and being held in their grandmother's arms. She also found several small toys among the other photos. Read Chapter 953 now:

With each item Wang Hongling pulls out—a rattle drum, a small cloth ball, plastic building blocks, and a tin frog with peeling paint—she can tell a story about Chen Junqian's childhood. "He would laugh whenever he heard the rattle drum when he was little."

"This cloth ball was sewn by his grandmother herself."

"This tin frog is the kind that Chen Jun and I used to play with when we were kids. Kids these days probably aren't interested in it anymore."

Chen Junqian stood to the side, his expression gradually becoming numb. He felt that his childhood embarrassing history had suddenly increased inexplicably, which was somewhat inconsistent with his usual image as a reliable romantic comedy male protagonist. However, the female leads seemed quite happy.

"So Junqian can be this childish at times."

Lin Mu gently shook the rattle drum:

"Qianqian must have been very cute when he was a child."

Chen Xi was still flipping through the photo album when she suddenly stopped on a picture. In the photo, Chen Junqian, who was about four or five years old, was wearing a little suit and was being led by Wang Hongling in the yard. Sunlight fell on his face, and he pursed his lips with a serious expression. However, he was wearing a crooked little red flower on his chest. In the corner of the photo, there seemed to be another girl.

She had seen photos of herself as a child, so she was certain that this person was not herself. Considering that Lin Mu and her brother had likely interacted when they were young, even if neither of them remembered it, she quietly took out the photo and hid it in her pocket.

The room was searched thoroughly, but the girls' enthusiasm did not wane at all. Originally, they were just looking for a place to sleep temporarily, but now this second-floor bridal suite suddenly became the most sought-after spot in the family.

Wang Hongling patted the edge of the bed and turned around to gesture:

"This bed is old, but it's sturdy. Anyone can sleep here tonight. It should be able to sleep two people. There are two extra people tonight, so which two of you will sleep here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Mu was the first to raise her hand and began to skillfully act coquettishly:

"Godmother, godmother, can I sleep here?"

"Mu Mu is quite impolite."

"Because it's warm here, and there are also photos of Qianqian when he was little."

"So, did you come here to look at the photos or to sleep?"

Lin Mu answered Chen Xi's question quite honestly:

"Either is fine."

Xu Youwei walked to the bedside, her fingertips lightly touching the wood grain of the headboard, then looked up at the wedding photo:

"Actually, I think I can do it too."

"What are you doing here now?"

"What do you mean I'm getting involved? You and Nianqiu stayed here last night, which means there were rooms available. The rooms upstairs are definitely for newcomers like Wenyun and me who don't have a place to stay."

Zhu Wenyun was suddenly singled out by Xu Youwei, but she didn't have any objections. After all, she was quite interested in this place and felt that just staying here for a short while would give her a burst of inspiration.

The wedding room, which was also Chen Junqian's parents' wedding room, definitely makes people want to stay there once. Then, they can invite the male protagonist up for a date that night. Suddenly, they feel a sense of being recognized.

But I also kind of want to read a couple more of Lin Mu's diaries tonight...

With this in mind, Zhu Wenyun finally decided to leave her fate to destiny:

"How about we just draw lots? The two people who draw lots can sleep here tonight, what do you think?"

It's a pity that the female lead who best utilizes the fate mechanism of romantic comedies isn't here. Otherwise, she could just silently repeat to herself, "If I'm chosen, I can perform a complete romantic comedy trope from beginning to end, based on the coincidence of living in the same room," and she would probably be selected directly.

While Chen Junqian was complaining to himself, he went to get paper and pen and made a few props. The five girls each picked a paper ball, and the one with a mark inside was the winner. It was a two-fifths chance, or a forty percent chance. Lin Mu, who always believed in her luck, was the first to open her paper ball. The black ink mark came into view, and she cheered that she had won the first spot.

Zhu Wenjun and Shen Nianqiu each opened the crumpled paper and found it completely blank. However, they were not too disappointed. After all, the former could use it to look through the diary, while the latter did not want to sleep in the same room as Lin Mu. The final suspense then fell to Chen Xi and Xu Youwei.

Under the gaze of several people, Chen Xi first unfolded the crumpled paper, then shook her head. Lin Mu immediately moved closer to Xu Youwei and helped her unfold it. Sure enough, she saw the same handwriting as her own.

"Great, it's Vivi who got it!"

Although it sounded as cheerful as usual, Xu Youwei subconsciously felt a bit complicated, especially when she thought about what happened with Chen Junqian that morning. She was just about to ask if anyone wanted to switch when she met her best friend's dark eyes that were now close to hers again.

"It feels like it's been a long time since I had a heart-to-heart talk with Weiwei, doesn't it?"

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Chapter 211: The Blade of Mu Mu 1.5

It has to be said that, perhaps because of the gathering of everyone, Chen Junqian felt that the New Year of 2016 had been rather long. He began to wonder if the system had slowed down the flow of time again, just like how romantic comedies in the world of anime always revolve around various holidays, sports festivals, cultural festivals, and school festivals, while glossing over daily school life. So, Doubao, could you please change the class schedule for the next semester to one month, so that I can attend classes for two or three days and then go straight to summer vacation?

Just as Chen Junqian finished washing up and returned to his room with a self-amusing attitude, and was about to check his phone for group messages, there was a sudden knock on the door. Accompanied by his words of "Come in," Zhu Wenyun, who was carrying a small cabinet that looked like a safe, walked in.

"Is this Wenyun? What is this? Is it a previously rejected draft?"

Upon seeing that the visitor was Zhu Wenyun, Chen Junqian breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the two adaptable D-type players who had caused him a lot of trouble in the past had now become reliable wingmen, and he no longer had to worry about them causing another big incident. Therefore, his tone was quite casual.

"It's Mumu's diary, do you want to read it?"

"Hmm? How did Wenyun get Mumu's diary, and so much of it? Did she give it to you?"

"Of course, otherwise would I have secretly taken these out? And this is only more than half of them. After all, he has been writing a diary for seven years. At first, it was okay, but later every day it was at least 800 words long. I feel like his word count is almost catching up with mine."

As Zhu Wenyun placed the small box containing the diaries on the desk in the room, she pulled out a chair and sat down, continuing to explain to Chen Junqian:

“She met with me alone today and said she wanted me to rewrite the book I wrote back then, ‘How Can I Be Absent?’ She said that the Xue Ya I wrote back then was nothing like her, and she even offered to provide her diary. However, Junqian can also read it. I asked her about this, and she said that since at least hundreds of thousands of people across the country will see the book when it is published, childhood sweethearts should have the privilege of seeing it in advance, so let’s read it openly.”

"And Mu Mu said that there are only two keys to unlock the door, one in her hand and one in your hand. So you and Mu Mu had such an agreement."

"It feels like it happened a long time ago, but I have always carried the key with me. Here it is."

"Then you drive it. This is something Mumu and I agreed on today."

"Row."

Taking out the key that Lin Mu had given him, Chen Junqian walked to the box and unlocked it. Inside, seven or eight neatly stacked diaries were revealed. After flipping through them a couple of times, they confirmed that, as Zhu Wenjun had said, these were not all the diaries, but rather entries from this year until around 2013.

"The most recent one was yesterday?"

"They must have just finished writing this book, so they included it. It's good that it's close by, since Mu Mu's mindset this year is definitely different from before. Of course, this is also because of someone else."

Chen Junqian was teased a little by Zhu Wenyun, but he didn't care much. After all, he had maintained a high level of curiosity and interest in his childhood sweetheart's diary for a long time. Although he had participated many times in the past two years under the pretext of guiding how to write a diary, such examples were actually few. After all, he was not present when Mu Mu wrote her diary most of the time.

"How about looking back from now on?"

"I think it's okay."

And so, the two of them sat down at the desk and opened their diaries from the beginning of the year. The first entry that caught their eye was one that had just been written yesterday, and was probably not even twenty-four hours old yet.

I reread Wen Yun's previous book, "How Can I Be Absent?" The first time I read it, I felt more from the male protagonist's perspective. Now, I can understand the female protagonist more and more. However, I still feel that Xue Ya is not like myself. I even feel that if she hadn't been so resolute in her attitude at that time, the conflict between the three of them could have been resolved sooner, and the happy ending could have come sooner.

There's a saying that liking is about possession, while love is about letting go. Compared to possessiveness, sometimes learning to share is also a solution. Everyone has probably read the fairy tale "The Giant's Garden" from their elementary school textbooks. Generous sharing is the most important thing. Just like the garden, the tree I planted welcomes everyone to come and enjoy its shade, because I know that I wasn't the only one who provided nutrients for this seed that grew from a sapling into a towering tree…

"But if it's just me, that should be enough, right?"

Although she had prepared herself for another round of "battles" with her best friend tonight, Xu Youwei, who was lying on the bed feeling soft and comfortable after washing up, still didn't expect it to be so direct. She turned to the side a little nervously and saw Lin Mu sitting cross-legged on the bed, propping his chin up with his hands and looking at her. She didn't know if it was just her imagination, but she felt that there was something blatant in his gaze.

"Hmm... what is Mu Mu saying?"

Faced with Xu Youwei's attempt to feign ignorance, Lin Mu simply smiled and repeated what he had just said, the only difference being that this time he added a clearly purposeful prefix:

“I said, if Qianqian only has me, it should be enough, right?”

For some reason, I felt like I should have said that to Shen Nianqiu or Chen Xi. Anyway, if you said it to me now, all I could say was "yes, yes, yes." Life had repeatedly battered me, and now Xu Youwei, who was soft and bouncy, could only purse her lips and subconsciously apologize first.

"...I'm sorry."

"Why is Weiwei apologizing? It has nothing to do with what I was talking about, and we've already heard her apologize so many times before, haven't we?"