[Reverse wear] Marry Guimu Guima

When the dream came true and he came to me across the other side, I had no reason to refuse, and no excuse to hurt him.

At that time, all I knew was that he was my life. - "Dedicated to. Osmanthus Osmanthus Horse".

Now I want to tell you a surprising news, he and I, Guimu Guima, are getting engaged.

Really, it happened so fast that I can't even believe it, it's just like a dream, it's real or not.

Here's the thing.

To put it simply, after I met him that day, I looked at the time in the afternoon and waved goodbye to him and went home. Of course, after returning home, I got nothing and was empty-handed.

The next day, early in the morning, I heard my family calling me, so I went out and looked downstairs.

He was standing downstairs in my house, talking to my mother, and I was immediately dumbfounded: "..."

Said, did you investigate me, otherwise how would you know everything about me, let alone my personal hobbies that only I know, you even know where my home address is.

When I finished tidying up in a hurry and ran downstairs, my parents, who I thought would be unhappy seeing him, had already chatted with him, and led him into the living room to sit down.

"What do your parents do?"

"My mother is running a tea shop, and my father is on business overseas." He replied very calmly and politely.

I just stepped into the door and heard such a conversation. Have my parents started talking? I scratched my hair and walked in.When he came to my house, he was very formally dressed, but not very solemn, otherwise my parents would have been uncomfortable.To my surprise, I found that he was wearing a white shirt, floating~

I have good eyesight. Some people wear shirts as if they are selling fakes, without any temperament.

When he heard the voice and turned his face to look over, for a moment his image almost overlapped with the boy in white in my heart.Broken brown hair, a gentle appearance, a smile on the lips... I admit that I was shocked by him, my heart was beating wildly, and my eyes were fixed on him.

How can there be such a person?He knows my hobbies and doesn't express any bad opinions about them.

How did you meet such a person?Everything about him was tailor-made for me, meeting all my requirements, and better than I imagined.

After I got down, I sat and listened to him chatting with my parents. After a while, they let us go to play by ourselves.

There are fewer things to play in my home than in the city I went to last time, so I had no choice but to invite him to sit on my site.Since he arrived suddenly, I haven't had time to repack my things, the room is still a bit messy, the computer is casually put aside, and the open notebook records the inspiration that happened to me and the outline of a certain novel.

Looking at the somewhat chaotic scene in my room, I blushed a little. It's fine if I don't have any feelings at all. Would I be happy to be disgusted by such a person?But now I am a little embarrassed to be seen by him.

He sat down on the chair in front of my desk, and since there was only one chair in my room, I could only choose to sit on the bed.When he saw me tidying up the table in a hurry, he didn't say anything, and he didn't intervene to clean it up for me.Then I thought, would I be happy if he cleaned it up for me?No, I'm not going to be happy, I don't like when someone touches my personal belongings, even if the intention is to help me tidy up.

When inspiration comes, I have the habit of pulling the notebook or paper on the table to record inspiration, so for my desk, I always choose to take things conveniently, and tidy them up like this.It's happened more than once or twice that people other than myself, including my parents, help me clear the table and throw away the little scraps of inspiration I jotted down.

It was a very wise decision for him not to clean up the table for me. He only gave me a hand when I cleaned up, and put things like notebooks in the place I designated. Such behavior not only did not make me treat him well Sensitivity decreased, but increased a little.

After packing up my things, I calmed down, and he and I were the only ones left in the room, and he seemed to have something to say to me.

"Can I have a look at your notebook that records information related to 'Guimu Guima'?" He asked me.

I was a little surprised by his request. I looked through the notebooks on the table, found the notebook that specifically recorded the information of "Osmanthus Osmanthus", and handed it to him.

"I didn't record anything." After I handed it to him, I was a little at a loss. I didn't know what he was looking for in my notebook. "Most of the information can be found online." I also got most of the information from the Internet. Copy down what is written above.

He didn't show any disappointment when he heard what I said, and flipped through my notes with a natural expression. Having nothing to say, I had no choice but to look at his fingers again.

After about a few minutes, he finished reading it very quickly, so he had to close the notebook, hold it with both hands and hand it back to me, and thanked me.

"I don't mean anything else." He explained his behavior to me aloud, "It's unbelievable to say that I am indeed Guimu Keima, and the source is also from the anime you watched, but I am not him."

"Parallel world?" Like what Brandeso said in the tutor?My first reaction was this.

"No." He shook his head unexpectedly, with a gentle and helpless look in his eyes, "My origin comes from you."

"Me?" I was stunned.

Wait, it's not impossible. I have put forward a theory long ago, a theory that only a few people know, "Is that so? It was recorded..." I gestured with my fingers and didn't know how to say it clearly.

He suddenly understood what I wanted to say, "Yes. It's the theory you mentioned. You saw "The World God Only Knows" and fell in love with Guimu Guima. I was born in your love for him, Your obsession made me become Guimu Guima, I have the same name as him, the same appearance and everything you know about him."

"In a sense, I am Guimu Guima, but not quite."

"I understand." I pondered for a while and said, "According to my theory, there is a Guimu Guima created by the author, and I created it through the author. He fell in love with him, and then in my own heart, I There is a new Guimu Guima in my favorites. And if someone else likes him as well, the Guimu Guima they like has nothing to do with me. I always think so."

Hearing him say this, I don't wonder why he is different from the God I know in some ways, because his birth is mixed with some of my cognition, mixed with some of my own private goods.

The theory I put forward is actually quite understandable.To simplify it a bit, take Fujisuke as an example. Fujisuke is XF-like, but the Fujisuke of each fan author is created by themselves, and the source of creation is XF's Fujisuke.As for why I take Fujizusuke as an example, it is because I learned this theory from him.

"Did you come from my heart? Or from my fantasy world?" I asked him enthusiastically.

He looked at me silently, "I have said so much before, but you still refused to admit that I am time-traveled." Is he still wronged?

"Before was before~ It's not too late to know now." How can it be the same.

Accepting time travel, unless it happens to me, is a challenge to the three views of a society that advocates science.Now, he said that he is the Guimu Guima that I burned or created. The theory of this kind of thing was realized by myself, so it is naturally very convenient to accept it.

"Will you marry me?" He asked me about something else.

I blinked and answered readily, "Of course."

If he is my Guimu Guima, my Lord God, then I don’t need to feel uneasy about the future. If he is my Lord God, he will definitely be able to walk with me forever.

That's how confident you are.

With a tacit agreement, I said a lot of things to him, because I knew he knew me quite well, and I was more casual. Anyway, he knew what he should know and what he shouldn’t know. It didn’t make sense for me to hide it or not. up.

I don't have a problem with him anymore, the problem comes from somewhere else, my parents.When children fall in love and want to get married, they always have to pass the hurdle of their parents.

Before, I was forced to go on blind dates and blind dates again, which forced me to fail. Finally, I brought back someone who could be liberated, but they felt that the person I brought back was no longer able to do so.So even if you look at me with aggrieved eyes, I can't help it. If you are a man, go for it. If you can't pass the test of the mother-in-law, it is very difficult to get married.

The reason why my parents feel bad is because I said before that I don’t have a boyfriend. I suddenly went out to look for a job for a day, and a man came to my door the next day. They thought it might be me who fooled them, or maybe it was me. Find someone to act for them, just so that I won't go on blind dates anymore.

Spread your hands, I am wronged, if I wanted to do this, I would have been liberated long ago, okay?Do you still need to carry it at home all the time, and bear with their attitude?

The second point is related to the family situation that Guimu Guima said when he chatted with my parents. My family’s family conditions are average. In our small place, it is more than the top and the bottom is more than the bottom. They think Guimu Guima’s family conditions Yes, I am worried that if they agree, there will be conflicts when I marry.

In this regard, I: "..." This situation, let him solve it, what can I say, what can I promise?

Besides, will they believe me when I say it?

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