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Before going on their honeymoon, Jiang Xun and Gu Wei took time to go back to the town where Gu Wei lived when he was a child.

Gu Wei spent more than ten years of his life there. Although the small room was covered with dust, it still stored a lot of things left by Gu Wei's school days.

Gu Wei didn't care, but Jiang Xun felt that they were all traces of Gu Wei's growth and were of great value to collect. Taking these things away was like making up for the time when he had never met Gu Wei.

So while the two of them took advantage of their spare time, they went back there and moved a lot of things back.

It was a weekday when they came. There were not many people in the town. The singing in the bars on the street seemed to be as small as they were. They visited the old place again. Gu Wei's mood was completely different from before. The uncertainty and hesitation that had been pressing on his heart before had disappeared.

"You don't need to bring the certificates of the past, they are all old." Gu Wei hesitated to see the certificates on the wall. After posting them for so long, they will definitely not be too complete when they tear them off.

"I came in a hurry last time, and I didn't have time to take a closer look. Gu Wei from Class 3 (7), a three-good student, and an outstanding student cadre." Jiang Xun took a small shovel and carefully shoveled the tape on the wall for years, and read the words on the certificate, "Little Class 3, Gu Wei, the big red flower of the year."

"Little Gu Wei?" Jiang Xun borrowed the title on the certificate, "I can't tell that I was so outstanding in kindergarten."

"Everyone has that big red flower." Gu Wei was a little embarrassed to hear it, and he took out two "big red flowers" with crooked workmanship from the corner of the drawer, patted the dust on it, and stuffed it into Jiang Xun's hand, "Come on, if you like it, I'll give us Jiang Xun's 'kid'."

Jiang Xun put the flowers and the awards he had just shoveled down into the pile of things he planned to take away, and then stared at Gu Wei's drawer: "Don't hide it, let me see."

"There is nothing to read." Gu Wei opened the drawer, "This is my winter and summer vacation homework I wrote before."

Class 6 (7) Gu Wei’s winter vacation homework was stored for too long and the storage method was not good, and the paper had turned yellow, so the handwriting on it was still clear.

"My dream?" The page that Jiang Xun opened happened to be an essay written by Gu Wei.

"You have to read all the compositions written in elementary school." Gu Wei snatched back his winter vacation homework and threw them back into the drawer.

"What are you afraid of? I have mine at home. If you want to see it, I will find it for you when you go back."

"I wrote this question when I was in elementary school. My dream was to play e-sports. The Chinese teacher was frightened and asked me a question mark at that time and called my parents." Jiang Xun smiled, not saying anything. When Gu Wei was not careful, he emptied all the winter and summer homework in the drawer.

Jiang Xun: "The TV series that my father acted in was on the air at that time. Those who have watched the series basically know him. He just walked into the office and scared the teachers."

Gu Wei imagined the scene at that time and almost laughed out loud: "Are you thinking about playing e-sports at such a young age?"

Jiang Xun: "It was earlier than that, but I just didn't find a chance to say it."

"Weiwei, is this a course schedule you copied by yourself?" Jiang Xun asked, "Take it away."

Gu Wei used the pencil case, which he copied himself, was clasped in the course schedule. The square font looked particularly neat and beautiful, so Jiang Xunlian took the pencil case together.

"Jiang Xun, you can take this room away." Gu Wei was helpless.

Jiang Xun deliberately pondered for a moment: "It's a little troublesome."

Gu Wei: "..."

He understood that Jiang Xun clearly wanted to take away everything.

"Do you want to read the diary of the past?" Anyway, I have to take it back. I read it early and late, and it has little impact, so Gu Wei took the initiative to hand over his previous diary.

It was an ordinary soft copy with Gu Wei's name written on it. It seemed that no one had read it for a long time.

[On April 9, I stepped on the food from my neighbor when I was chased by a dog.]

[On May 7, I threw my schoolbag at school after school.]

"You were so confused before." These short records reminded Jiang Xun of the dark history that they had told me when they first met.

"That can't be entirely blamed." Gu Wei knew that Jiang Xun was talking about that, "Who can't believe that he suddenly had an engagement overnight."

[On May 9, I bought a pot of flowers.]

[On June 1st, I was beaten by my mother. If possible, I don’t want to live like this. Today, the teacher talked about “love”. What is love? Will anyone love me?]

"I used to be quite pretentious?" Gu Wei smiled embarrassedly, and suddenly regretted that Jiang Xun had seen his diary.

Jiang Xun closed the diary and put it aside. He wanted to touch Gu Wei's hair, but he was a little concerned about the dust that had just been stained on his hands.

When you want to cherish someone, you will naturally be careful.

"Weiwei, have you figured out where to go for a honeymoon?"

"I have no idea, you can decide." Gu Wei shook his head.

The more Jiang Xun looked at Gu Wei, the more interesting he felt: "Do you want to say that as long as you can be with me, you will be happy even if you are lying in bed and not going out?"

Gu Wei: "..."

"Then I still want to go out." Otherwise, Jiang Xun would bully people endlessly again.

"My parents found a vacation island for you. Do you want to go?" Jiang Xun suggested.

"Yes." Gu Wei nodded, and in the corner of the desk, he flipped over a kite. The kite was still new and had never been removed. "Can you fly a kite?"

He bought this kite when he was ten years old, but his mother was in a bad mood at that time and often got angry. Gu Wei was reluctant and dared not make a request. But if it was Jiang Xun, Gu Wei was willing to ask.

"Of course." Jiang Xun wiped his hands and replenished Gu Wei the hug he just owed.

There was a piece of paper pressing on the bottom layer of Gu Wei's bookshelf. Jiang Xun saw it at a glance and pulled it out. It was a matchmaker painted by Gu Wei. There was a smiling face on his face, looking silly.

"It seems to be painted in junior high school." Gu Wei recognized his work, "It was painted with a ballpoint pen during class."

Jiang Xun chose to tell the truth: "Who is this painting? It looks ugly and stupid."

He turned over the piece of paper in his hand, and the back was filled with uncensored square characters—

"My future object."

Jiang Xun: "..."

On that day, the e-sports master Jiang Xun posted three pictures on Weibo, two of which were the compositions of the two of them in the past, and one was someone's million-dollar masterpiece.

In two elementary school compositions, Gu Wei’s dream is to dance well, and Jiang Xun’s dream is to play e-sports.

Whether it is a coincidence or a destiny, they have not disappointed their early wishes.

As for another stickman painting that made netizens talk a lot and had not guessed what it was after discussing for a long time. Only the person involved knew the profound meaning.
Chapter completed!