I turned reality into a romantic comedy.

"I'm really interested, but I'm interested in the source material. After all, although characters who keep diaries often appear in various literary works, in reality, the only person I know and can come into contact with who has always maintained this habit is you, Mu Mu. That's why I want to know what's inside."

"Alright, although I didn't come here today to show Wenyun the diary, I can't really say that. Where should I begin to explain... Never mind, let's start from the very beginning."

After hesitating for a while, Lin Mu finally made up his mind to explain from beginning to end why he had come to see Zhu Wenyun today.

Actually, it's not too difficult to summarize. The earliest cause was that Lin Mu herself felt increasingly strange about writing in her diary. Was it that she couldn't express herself clearly, or that she couldn't satisfy herself, or that she sometimes had a slight desire to let others see it? Her initial solution was to find her childhood sweetheart.

That is, the incident that happened with Chen Junqian during the winter vacation at the beginning of this year.

"However, I have now discovered a new problem, or rather, a new problem has emerged."

If Lin Mu's diary used to be divided into two categories: "Nothing special happened today and I didn't have any particular thoughts, so I just wrote whatever came to mind" and "Something important happened today or I had some special thoughts, but I always feel like I can't express them in words," then now, with Chen Junqian's addition, the latter, which seemed to have been resolved, has instead split into new branches of problems.

"There are some things that I can't write myself, but I don't really want Qianqian to see them."

Lin Mu realized this was probably during the study session a few days ago. At first, she thought her low mood was due to uncertainty about where she would go for high school, but after calling Chen Junqian over and receiving his usual encouragement, she still felt something was wrong.

Under these circumstances, she naturally thought of Zhu Wenyun, who had just become a bestselling author of new-era youth literature. After all, to be honest, Lin Mu was the second person after Chen Junqian to know how good Zhu Wenyun's writing was. She herself still occasionally rereads the short story related to the nine-and-a-half-yuan book from back then.

However, to Lin Mu's surprise, after listening to her troubles, Zhu Wenyun also showed a thoughtful expression, pondering for a long time before giving a rather vague suggestion:

"If Mu Mu feels uncomfortable writing her current diary, then she can write her future diary."

"A future diary? What's that?"

"Mumu should know about time capsules, right? They're like writing to your future self a few years from now. But that's a wish for the future. The closest thing to that is the essay topic we often encountered in elementary school, 'Returning to your hometown in twenty years.' That's a description of the future in the present tense. A so-called future diary is a description of the future in the past tense."

Seeing that Lin Mu still looked confused, Zhu Wenyun demonstrated again, first pointing to the calendar hanging on the wall and saying:

"For example, if today is August 9, 2014, then let's assume today is 2015, or even 161718, or any year in the future. Then, from the perspective of that day, we can make a diary-like record of what has happened today. Finally, we can detach ourselves from the perspective and feelings and write a good diary."

"I see, I understand what Wenjun meant."

Lin Mu, who usually just dutifully wrote in her diary every day, had never heard of this way of writing before. She nodded excitedly and then asked Zhu Wenyun:

"But how did Yun know this method? Does she also keep a diary?"

"No, it's just that I've written a lot of female protagonists who have the habit of keeping a diary. When I'm conceiving plots related to them, this kind of formula naturally comes to mind. There's also the past diary writing style, which is to recall or even fabricate a diary from a long time ago from the present point of time. But Mu Mu naturally doesn't need this, since your diary was written quite a long time ago."

"Okay, thank you Wenyun. I'll head back now. See you tomorrow for Weiwei's birthday."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After waving goodbye to Zhu Wenyun, Lin Mu left her house in a good mood. On the way home, while waiting for the bus, she unconsciously began to create her future diary in her mind, following the method that Zhu Wenyun had just taught her.

[August 9, 2015: Although the high school entrance exam results and cut-off scores have been out for over a month, I'm still really happy at the thought of going to Ningzhong High School with Qianqian. In a few days, we'll be going for military training. I hope the sun isn't too strong and that my assigned class is close to Class 1.]

really!

Super effective!

The girl sitting by the car window rested her chin on her hand, looking at her smiling face reflected in the glass. She felt that Zhu Wenyun truly deserved to be the best writer among them, even her ideas were so effective and efficient.

Tomorrow is Weiwei's birthday.

Two months from now, it will be her fifteenth birthday.

In Zhu Wenyun's new book, she once wrote the following sentence:

"Maybe it's just because everyone has suffered a lot since childhood, and the suffering has only increased, that people mistakenly believe that they had a happy childhood."

But for Lin Mu, it was not like that.

She felt happy as a child simply because happiness was easily obtained back then. But as she grew up, she became greedy, which led to suffering, just like she is now.

That's why, for a long time, Lin Mu didn't really want to grow up. After all, besides his relationship with Chen Junqian, it would also cause his parents and relatives to age.

So, the future diary method that Wenyun taught us today is indeed a good one.

I remember reading somewhere that the fear of the future and the resistance to growth stem from a lack of confidence and an instinctive worry about uncertainty and the unknown.

Then just convince yourself that your future and prospects are bright.

I could continue writing my diary not only in 2015, but also by going back along the timeline.

2016, 2017, 2018...

However, on the other hand, if Wen Yun actually sees those diaries that she wants to see, she might be disappointed instead.

Because all of these are very simple expressions, without any metaphors, personification, hyperbole, or parallelism, if we were to summarize them simply, they would be things that children would say, such as "Qianqian was the best today," "Qianqian took the best care of me," "I want to play with Qianqian in the future," and "I like Qianqian the most."

Yes, it's an expression so simple that she finds it difficult to say it now.

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"I knew Qinqin was the best—she wouldn't refuse, would she? If she really did refuse, I would cry for you. I just want to be with you. And there's absolutely no problem with my dad. He originally wanted you to take care of me. He definitely already knew that I love Qinqin the most, so no one will bother me."

As it turns out, as couples spend more time together and become more familiar with each other, sweet words naturally lose their value, or rather, become commonplace. Just like my friend Youyou on the other end of the phone, who was blushing and her heart racing just over six months ago because of the term "husband," can now say all those cheesy things without even realizing it.

However, all of the above is actually just Xu Youwei wanting Chen Junqian to stay at her house overnight tomorrow.

It can only be said that the troubles of growing up are not unique to Lin Mu. Xu Youwei had dragged Chen Junqian to a secret cabin in the countryside to spend the night more than once or twice a few years ago, but now it would be much more difficult to replicate that. After all, she and Chen Junqian were not like Zhu Wenyun, who had just left Guoning and moved to another city, showing that they could do whatever they wanted.

Interpersonal relationships can indeed become a constraint in such situations; otherwise, Xu Youwei wouldn't still only dare to maintain this underground relationship with Chen Junqian.

"But Yoyo, did you invite everyone tomorrow? I feel like it's time to try the shuttle run. Hopefully, I won't get caught by anyone."

Unlike before when Xu Youwei would basically only celebrate her birthday with him, this time Youyou's birthday party also had the feel of a housewarming party, and the venue was her new home. So basically everyone in the club was invited. Now she's saying she wants him to stay alone, which can only be described as deliberately making things difficult for him.

However, to be more precise, this should also be considered Youyou's own little thought. After all, even in a secret relationship, there are times when you still want to show it off to outsiders.

To be fair, Chen Junqian thought that Xu Youwei's ability to wait until now to start testing the waters was already quite remarkable, a significant improvement from her elementary school days when she would start getting excited and restless at the slightest hint of success. No wonder the system had upgraded her various romantic comedy adaptability ratings.

"It's okay, as long as it's not Mumu, it's fine."

"The more you say that, the more likely Mu Mu will run into you... But I've agreed to your request. We'll see how things go tomorrow."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

After hanging up the phone with Xu Youwei, Chen Junqian turned on his computer, logged in, and played two rounds of the newly released Doom Bots mode in League of Legends with Zhong Yu and Lu Cheng. 2014 was a big year for innovation in LOL modes, with URF in the first half of the year and Doom Bots in the second half. However, unlike his past self who was chased around by the bots' abnormal skills, Chen Junqian was now able to skillfully use various strategies and his own skills to complete the game, which was a way of getting revenge for his past self.

Before he knew it, it was evening. After taking a shower, Chen Junqian heard his phone ring again. With the official release of Pu Shu's new song "The Ordinary Road" at the end of last month, he replaced Escape Plan's "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," which he had been using for a long time, with this new song.

A glance at the caller's name on the screen confirmed it was indeed Zhu Wenyun, who called at the same time every day.

"I feel like I have an idea for my next book, but this idea might not work... How should I put it? Even if the editor agrees, I myself would feel it's not very good, so Junqian will just treat it as an idea that just popped into my head, and maybe I can use it in the future."

"Hmm, it's okay, go ahead and tell me."

Chen Junqian was already used to the sudden "Hey, I have an idea, do you think it's okay?" suggestions from the literary girl. However, just as she said, an idea is an idea, and it may not necessarily be expanded into a good novel. But these discarded ideas are not entirely useless. Maybe they will be useful someday. Zhu Wenyun's huge pile of unpublished novels basically came from this.

"I suddenly find it interesting to depict the image of a loser in love in detail."

"Why is Yun also starting to persecute the 'loser dog' type of characters?"

"Loser dog? Oh, that's what you anime people call it, right? It actually fits pretty well. I just suddenly got the idea and wanted to design a loser-type character who writes a future diary."

"What, is there something about a future diary...?"

"Oh, this is a naming convention I use myself. It's basically about writing about future events using an imagined logic and presenting it as a diary, or you could call it a 'delusional diary'? Anyway, take a look at this part I sent you."

A long string of text suddenly appeared in the chat box, indicating that they had been prepared in advance.

Chen Junqian began reading with a touch of curiosity:

[July 1st: Tomorrow is our first summer vacation together, I'm so excited! We've already made plans to go to the water park tomorrow, but deciding what to wear is still so hard!]

[July 2nd: I officially kissed him! Because he's never been the proactive type, I took the initiative and we shared our first kiss. It was a very memorable day.]

[July 3rd: We had a study session together today, but I asked a lot of questions that I already knew the answers to. I just wanted to chat with him more.]

[August 1st: A little self-reflection. I've been thinking about him too much lately, it's practically all over my head. He probably finds this bothersome, so I need to become more independent. Starting tomorrow, I'll go to the library by myself to do my homework and study, and I also need to practice cooking.]

[August 3rd: We went to the gate of the university we'll be attending next month. There were so many couples there, and we kissed many times on the way there. It felt so wonderful to be held so tightly by him. I wish this summer could last forever.]

[September 1st: I'm starting to feel like this is pointless. After all, the diary entries above are all my fantasies. We never actually went to the water park, nor did we ever kiss. Oh well, I'll just tear it up.]

[September 2nd: Thinking about what I saw after the college entrance exam, I really can't help but write this in my diary. He would never hold hands or kiss another girl behind my back.]

[It's unfair... Why can I continue dreaming while I'm still dreaming, but I can't wake up again after I wake up?]

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Chapter 167: The So-Called Possessiveness (Part 2)

On August 10th, Chen Junqian got up very early, changed his clothes, and went to his sister's house downstairs.

Both families had spare keys to each other, so Chen Junqian arrived at his sister's door in no time and made a surprise entry.

Of course, this wasn't the first time Chen Junqian had come to Chen Xi's room, but it was the first time he had come at this time. Usually, he would still be sleeping at this time, and even if he was awake, he would pretend to be asleep in bed until his sister woke him up. But today, their positions were reversed.

Stepping into Chen Xi's bedroom, the first thing you notice is a scent that's a mixture of the sweet fragrance of a young girl and the musty smell of old books.

The room was dimly lit, with heavy velvet curtains blocking out the glaring sunlight, allowing only a few faint rays of light to barely outline the room's shape and interior furnishings.

The overall color scheme is a gentle lotus root pink, with delicate floral patterns printed on the wallpaper. A feather chandelier, resembling a cloud, hangs from the ceiling. Against one wall stands a huge white display case, where Barbie dolls or plush toys should have been placed, but instead, it is now occupied by various miniature bronze models and terracotta warriors.

The most eye-catching item is the central layer, where a kneeling archer model with a serious expression has a pink ribbon with lace trim tied around its neck. Next to it is an acrylic standee that says "I know." These are all cultural and creative products that the other party has collected from various museums. The strong contrast is so cute that it makes people chuckle.

The desk was a large wooden table, but like the person in question, it was still facing a crisis of insufficient space. To the left were stacks of half-meter-high copies of the *Zizhi Tongjian* and the *Old Book of Tang*, with colorful sticky notes tucked between the pages. To the right were works by foreign sinologists. Under the glass top of the desk was a huge map, presumably of the regional military governors during the late Tang Dynasty. If it weren't for the comb, mirror, and hair ties—common items for women—one would almost suspect it was the desk of a history graduate student.

However, Chen Junqian, who was already used to his sister's hobby, did not linger. Instead, he walked directly to the bedside and turned his gaze to the European-style bed covered with strawberry-patterned sheets.

Unlike Chen Junqian's situation when he moved here, Chen Xi's family was already quite wealthy when he moved in, so they didn't skimp on furniture at all. However, the person sleeping on the bed was rather unseemly. Under the huge mound of the blanket, you could see his sister casually rolled up in the blanket, looking like a koala, hugging a squirrel plush toy that was almost as tall as her. On the other side of the pillow, there was another squirrel plush toy.

Both of these were gifts from Chen Junqian at the beginning of this year. Of the three, the one corresponding to Mu Mu was given to Lin Mu as a gift, while the other two went to Chen Xi. However, when Chen Junqian saw his own doll lying there in such a 'miserable' way, he felt a little conflicted.

Because Chen Xi was using it as a pillow and pressing it against his face, the doll's originally round and cute face was squeezed and deformed, as if silently accusing its owner of 'abuse'.

As for his younger sister's sleeping posture, Chen Junqian had experienced it many times before. When she was home alone, she would drape one leg across the round belly of the doll, her pajamas were slightly open at the neckline, revealing a section of her fair collarbone, and her long hair was messily spread on the brown fur of the squirrel, with a few strands of hair playfully sticking to her mouth. With her long breaths, the squirrel doll, which was deformed from being pressed down, would rise and fall with her.

After enjoying his sister's rare sleeping face by the bedside for a while, Chen Junqian finally went to the window and swiftly pulled open the curtains.

There wasn't the crisp "whoosh" sound I'd imagined, because the curtains were just too thick, but the effect was immediate. Bright but not glaring morning light flooded in instantly, and countless tiny dust particles danced like sprites in the beams of light.

The entire room brightened up in an instant, and the originally warm lotus root pink color appeared even more translucent under the sunlight, even making the solemn historical models seem to be tinged with a soft golden edge.

The small creatures lurking beneath the hill on the bed naturally developed an instinctive resistance to the change in light.

Like a small animal whose hibernation has been disturbed, the girl, with her eyes tightly closed, mumbled something while instinctively burying her face deep into the squirrel's fluffy tail, trying to escape the pursuit of light.

"Time to get up, Xiaoxi."

Chen Junqian walked to the bedside, stretched out his finger, and poked the small bump through the blanket.

"The sun is already shining on your squirrel tail."

Probably never expecting that Chen Junqian would be the one to wake her up at this hour, the younger sister, backlit by the light, struggled to open her eyes. After squinting and recognizing her brother, she collapsed back into the squirrel plush toy's embrace as if all her strength had left her.