I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

Before Gu Linguo could finish speaking, his younger sister, who had angrily lifted the covers off the bed and walked over, reached out and covered his face, physically preventing him from getting close to her brother's face and lips. Then, she casually placed the book she had been reading in front of Chen Junqian.

It is a page from the "Strategies of the Warring States".

A year ago at this time, Chen Junqian was dragged by his sister to watch "The Legend of Mi Yue." Both of them had mixed feelings about the drama, but undeniably, they were deeply impressed by the character of Queen Dowager Xuan of Qin when they were reading history books. For example, the page Chen Xi was now showing him contained Queen Dowager Xuan's words to the Han diplomatic envoy in court:

When I served the late king, he would place his thigh on my body, and I would not feel tired; but when he placed his entire body on top of me, I would not feel heavy. Why? Because it was slightly advantageous to him.

To put it simply, when I served the late king, I felt very uncomfortable when he pressed his thigh against me. But when he pressed his whole body against me, I did not feel heavy, but rather very happy and comfortable. This was because I had tasted the sweetness of being favored and having sex with him.

Although Queen Dowager Qin's intention was to bargain diplomatically and indicate that more money was needed, what Chen Xi is quoting now is clearly the original intention.

This will be a very comfortable thing, right, brother?

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: You are the gift Santa Claus gave to my good child

Just as Chen Junqian was curious about the contents of his childhood sweetheart's Christmas card this year, the person in question was also struggling with the same issue. In this increasingly developed internet age, you can hire someone to drive you when you go out, you can ask someone to help you with your homework, and you can even ask someone to log in and write your homework for you if you post a picture of a couple online. So, is it okay to hire someone to write Christmas cards for you?

Yes, I'm talking about you, Teacher Zhu Wenyun.

In this respect, it seems that literary girls possess a kind of causal power that can win over people's hearts and minds simply by having a heart-to-heart talk and writing something with them. From Shen Nianqiu to Xu Youwei to Lin Mu, no one can escape this "true fragrance" law. After all, seeing one's own secret feelings, which are difficult to explain, being depicted by the other person with beautiful words in a light and precise way does give people a sense of satisfaction, like scratching an itch. Otherwise, Lin Mu would not have suddenly had such thoughts.

The main reason is that 2016 was indeed the most eventful year in Lin Mu's life so far, with the most dramatic changes in his mindset. From the first day of January to now, it feels like a very long time has passed. Moreover, because he needed to protect the biggest secret for his childhood sweetheart, and because he intentionally altered and embellished the contents of his diary in the first half of the year, he could no longer simply open his diary for inspiration when he didn't know what to write, as he had done in previous years.

Has my own diary finally become a diary for others to read?

The good news is that the person he most wanted to see it saw it, and many other readers also saw it. Lin Mu had been reading through all the comments on Zhu Wenyun's new book for a while now, and he was really enjoying it. In fact, in terms of reference and borrowing, this new book could be considered a second author, since a lot of the content was excerpted directly from her diary, text messages and oral accounts.

"Hmm? Does Mumu want me to help her write this year's greeting card?"

Since they were classmates, Lin Mu easily called Zhu Wenyun out during a break between classes and explained his request. Zhu Wenyun was taken aback upon hearing this. Although she had theoretically done things like ghostwriting and even typing more than once, in the eyes of a literary girl, literary matters were obviously more sacred. What was the difference between handing over the unique bond between herself and the other person and her own dark hobby?

"Hmm, if Wenjun has time?"

It can only be said that Lin Mu really couldn't understand the thoughts and ideas of a literary girl with such an essential "artsy" mentality. Even if he did know, he would probably just think to himself, "Maybe it was true before, but now the two of us have other unique and deep bonds, so it's... okay?"

"Um, before I agree, I want to ask Mumu a question. Do you plan to let Junqian know about this or not? In other words, do you want him to find out that I actually wrote it for you?"

"It doesn't matter. I'll talk to him about it later, so Wenyun doesn't need to try to imitate and adapt to my tone like she did when she wrote 'Let's Be Childhood Sweethearts Starting Today.' Just write in your own style."

"That's true... Even if Mu Mu says it doesn't matter, I'm still under a lot of pressure. Do you still have the greeting cards you wrote for Jun Qian a few years ago? Let me see what you wrote in the past, or what you wrote in them, as a reference."

Faced with Zhu Wenyun's question, Lin Mu honestly shook his head:

“I don’t have it saved here, but Qianqian has kept it carefully. I remember it’s in his bedroom in his new house. Shall we go and take a look together this weekend? I have a spare key there.”

"Okay, see you this weekend."

It's unclear when it started, but this house, which was originally just used by Chen Junqian to store anime and manga merchandise for himself and Gu Linguo, has become open to everyone. However, the only regular users are Gu Linguo and Shen Nianqiu, so for the time being, only their private rooms on the second floor have nameplates. Looking at Shen Nianqiu's room, Lin Mu suddenly recalled the scene that happened here at the beginning of the year.

It's been a year already.

"What's wrong?"

A little later, Zhu Wenyun, who had come up the stairs, saw Lin Mu standing still ahead and asked him curiously. Lin Mu, after regaining his senses, simply shook his head and replied with a smile, avoiding the main point:

"It's nothing. I just remembered that I came here once at the beginning of the year and the water pipe in Qianqian's bathroom suddenly burst. A few of us were busy for a long time trying to plug the water and salvage the clothes."

“I’ve heard Nianqiu mention this before; it seems it really did turn out quite messy.”

After all, judging from her best friend's tearful accusation, she had specially prepared an attack speed set of black stockings and high heels that Mu Mu could never reach, but after being washed by the water in the bathroom, she was instantly in a battle-damaged state. In the end, she even watched a fashion show recommended by Gu Lingguo.

"Yes, this is Qianqian's room. Let's go."

Because the door wasn't locked, Lin Mu easily pushed it open. When she first learned about this bedroom and when she first came here, she was actually a little dissatisfied. After all, unlike the bedroom that Chen Junqian usually lived in, which she had decorated herself, this room didn't have much of her touch.

However, I no longer have such thoughts now. Firstly, my mindset has indeed undergone a complete change, and secondly, now I can see her color as soon as I come in, right?

It's completely different from the embarrassing situation of folding them up and stuffing them in a drawer before. These large greeting cards, which Lin Mu deliberately selected and made into castle shapes, are indeed a style that should be unfolded and displayed. They have been covered with dust covers from small to large, and with the small decorative lights that Chen Junqian later specially installed, they suddenly have a dreamy color like a fairy tale kingdom. Lin Mu didn't even want to open them at first, just like when he was a child and he couldn't bear to bite off the patterns on cakes or bread.

But the literary girl was more concerned with the content and the specific words than with the fancy appearance. So she quickly cut off the power to the fairy tale kingdom, then reached out and took the greeting cards out of the dust cover one by one, even arranging them in chronological order.

Actually, this is a pretty simple thing. After all, you just need to arrange them according to the size of the greeting cards. And the wealth of my childhood friend and what she wants to say are increasing year by year.

After arranging them in order, Zhu Wenyun began to look at Lin Mu's greeting cards from the oldest to the newest. She always read very quickly, and since Lin Mu hadn't written much in the previous years, she quickly reached the last two years. Lin Mu thought she would read and comment on each episode like watching a web series, and he even stood at attention, ready to be criticized. However, Zhu Wenyun didn't say a word and just quietly flipped through one greeting card after another.

It was only then that she remembered that she had covered one side of last year's greeting card with her lipstick marks. However, she felt that there was no need to pretend to be shy about it now. Zhu Wenjun did not say anything after seeing it, and just glanced at it before moving on.

"Hmm... What does Wenjun think? Did you take it into consideration?"

Zhu Wenjun did not answer Lin Mu's question immediately, but instead asked him a question in return:

"What does Mumu think is the meaning of greeting cards?"

Startled by Zhu Wenyun's sudden question, Lin Mu thought for a moment and then cautiously gave his answer:

"Is it to express blessings... or to keep as a memento?"

"Yes, that's it."

Zhu Wenyun nodded, then waved a corner of the greeting card in her hand at Lin Mu:

"This isn't a final exam or a year-end summary. Mumu doesn't need to summarize the past year, or even many years, and you don't need to make a decision about the future right away. It's just a bridge. All Mumu needs to do is convey your most genuine warmth and thoughts to the other person at this moment. Many of your previous greeting cards were written in this way."

As she spoke, she restored the greeting card to its original shape as a giant castle and handed it to Lin Mu.

"So I don't think Mu Mu needs to worry about this or even ask me to write it for her. After all, in Jun Qian's eyes, the best Christmas card or birthday gift is 'a card written by Mu Mu'. And if sweet words and writing really worked, he would have already fallen for me alone because of that."

Although he said that, when Lin Mu looked up, he only saw a kind of sincere understanding and encouragement in Zhu Wenyun's clear and open eyes. The distracting thoughts and unease in his heart miraculously disappeared at that moment.

She took a deep breath, the cool air sinking into her lungs, making her mind incredibly clear.

"I understand. So why did Wenyun agree to come with me?"

"Can I just say I want to see someone's greeting card?"

"...Alright, but thank you anyway, Wenjun."

As he spoke, Lin Mu took a pen from his desk, uncapped it, and the tip of the black ballpoint pen made a soft scratching sound as it touched the thick paper.

Sunlight streamed through the snowflake patterns on the glass window, casting long shadows of the two girls on the wooden table. Zhu Wenjun remained silent, sitting quietly opposite them, sipping her red bean milk tea. She occasionally glanced at the bedroom's decor. Besides various anime-related items, there were also many gifts they had given her over the years. At least all of her own books and magazines were neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

I no longer concern myself with whether the rhetoric is ornate or whether the logic is rigorous. I simply follow my heart and transform the emotions that have been building up for a whole year into lines, stroke by stroke!

And so, just like Aunt Baiyun who struggled for seven days to come up with six words, the childhood sweetheart finally picked up her pen and wrote the first line of this year's greeting card on the draft paper:

"Qianqian, I'll be eighteen years old in a few days!"

After entering university, Shen Nianqiu did not disappoint her initial vow. She would return to Guoning to visit Chen Junqian whenever she had free time. In just half a year, she had become very familiar with the route from Shanghai to Xuancheng and then to Guoning. Today was no different. She even arrived a little early. When she came over, Chen Junqian was practicing the piano in the piano room. He only saw her after she walked in.

Shen Nianqiu, with her hands supporting the piano lid, leaned slightly closer to Chen Junqian, blinking her big eyes:

"Junqian, I'd like to sing a new song recently."

Is my sister releasing an album?

"No, it's not that. It's something I want to sing myself. I want to sing a sweet little love song, but I've searched through all the recent playlists and none of them are sweet enough. They don't have that feeling of falling in love in winter at all. So... little brother, can you write one for me?"

As she spoke, Shen Nianqiu pulled over a small wooden stool and sat down beside him, resting her chin on her hands and looking at him with a smile:

"I want a sweet love song, not the bittersweet unrequited love song like 'Chasing the Light,' but the sweetest kind of song, so sweet that it makes you want to roll around in the snow and hold hands. My brother seems to be in a good mood lately, so I'm happy with that too."

The older sister's pupils were bright and sparkling, reflecting the sunset and snow outside the window, filled with pure anticipation, making it impossible for Chen Junqian to refuse. Indeed, as she said, his mood this winter was quite bright, and if he were to find a love song that best expressed his feelings, it seemed there really was one.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Just like Zhu Wenyun mentioned last time about live creation, Shen Nianqiu soon witnessed a romantic comedy male protagonist turning into a plagiarist in his creative process. After nearly eight years of rebirth, he had only plagiarized three songs, and even his catchy rap songs outnumbered his regular songs. He really felt ashamed of his plagiarist predecessors. The main reason was that Chen Junqian had never intended to use this to advance into the entertainment industry. At first, it was just to make his sister famous.

Unbeknownst to him, a light, warm, and slightly rhythmic melody flowed slowly from his fingertips, and the title of the sheet music that finally appeared in front of Shen Nianqiu was four words that were obviously a sweet love song at a glance—"Pinky Promise".

As Shen Nianqiu's gaze swept over the musical notes and lyrics, her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her lips involuntarily began to hum along. She felt that the prelude was like a morning breeze blowing across the snow, while the rhythm of the verse was just like the crunching sound of two people walking side by side on the road, their shoes crunching on the snow.

Just as she requested, this is indeed a song that can make people feel so sweet in winter that they want to roll around in the snow. However, when I see the line "You are the gift that Santa Claus gave to my good child", I can't help but think of a childhood sweetheart. Another Christmas is coming.

"Could you accompany me, little brother?"

"Ah."

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Shen Nianqiu's voice is naturally sweet and clear, with the unique tenderness and liveliness of a young girl. Accompanied by Chen Junqian's steady and rhythmic piano, her singing is like candy melting in hot cocoa, sweet to the perfect degree, without being cloying. When the verse ended and the chorus was about to begin, Shen Nianqiu even happily leaned her whole body against Chen Junqian. If Lin Guo were here and saw the singer and keyboardist in this position, she would probably shout that it was the season for white albums again.

And they actually arrived.

"We exchanged golden vows on our ring fingers, promising to hold hands from now on, because we have a long way to go."

She sang with great passion, her eyes fixed on Chen Junqian without blinking. When she sang this line, she actually reached out her hand and gently beckoned to Chen Junqian, who was playing the piano, in mid-air.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on Shen Nianqiu's charming yet radiant smile, and the air seemed to be filled with pink bubbles.

The song ended.

The music faded slowly on the last chord, leaving only the soft breathing of the two people in the music room.

"Is your sister satisfied with this song?"

Chen Junqian withdrew his hand and closed the piano lid.

"I'm very satisfied, extremely satisfied!"

Shen Nianqiu carefully folded the sheet music and, as if it were a priceless treasure, stuffed it into the innermost pocket of her bag.

"I've decided that I must finish practicing this song and release it before Christmas this year, so that fans will still call me a singer who releases songs every year, since this is my second song this year."

"Good luck then."

After packing her things, Shen Nianqiu stood by the piano, looking down at Chen Junqian, and suddenly called out to him again:

"younger brother--"

"What's wrong now?"

Chen Junqian had just raised his head when he saw the other person suddenly lean down, close to his ear, and whisper slyly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"When he was writing this song, was there someone in mind? Otherwise... how could he have written it so tenderly?"

Chen Junqian was slightly taken aback, but before he could answer, Shen Nianqiu smiled, took two steps back, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked towards the door. Just as she opened the door, she turned back and shouted loudly to Chen Junqian:

"But whoever you're thinking of, this song is mine now!"

"I will tell the fans about this in the song's description. Pinky promise, pinky promise. Actually, this should be my favorite song so far. It's so good."

Chen Junqian himself couldn't help but chuckle at Shen Nianqiu's reaction.

2016 is coming to an end.

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