Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 276 Lin Yuan's Versailles, but you all don't live up to it

Wen Xue was slightly stunned. During those days in the countryside, she heard and saw countless incredible things.

A man who lost his life because of medical negligence; a woman who was deceived by feudal superstition and delayed treatment; a girl who was forced to accept an arranged marriage and lived a life of depression; and a child who died unexpectedly and received only two bags of rice as compensation...

"Why would you want to write such a story?" Wen Xue looked at Lin Yuan with complicated eyes, with a hint of confusion and curiosity in her tone.

Lin Yuan said seriously: "Romain Rolland said that there is only one true heroism in this world, and that is to see the truth of life and still love it."

He paused, looked at Wen Xue with a sharp gaze, and said in a resounding voice: "I want to use words to record the tragic songs of the little people in the great era. They are as small as dust, and they have ups and downs in the torrent of history, helpless, but they are more tenacious than you can imagine. Even if they are repeatedly beaten by fate, they still grit their teeth and try their best to live."

Wen Xue nodded slightly and slowly began to recount the past. Lin Yuan listened attentively, frowning from time to time and denouncing the ignorance and roguery of these villagers.

As he was talking, Lin Yuan suddenly became quiet, his eyes full of heartache: "Sister Wen, you have been in the countryside for so long, you must have suffered a lot of grievances."

A woman, who had just arrived in the countryside, encountered many difficulties and pressures in such a strange environment where she was unfamiliar with the place, could not speak the language and had different customs. What was even more difficult to endure was the ubiquitous discrimination and malice. Forced by the situation, she had no choice but to marry the son of the director of the local village revolutionary committee.

As the local leader, he had many ways to force a helpless and naive girl to submit.

Wen Xue's eyes suddenly turned red. Lin Yuan's undisguised heartache made her forced strength collapse.

The laughter that rose one after another in the fields, the spit flying when the gossipers gossiped, and the rotten vegetable leaves hitting the window frames late at night, these memories suddenly surged up like a tide.

Lin Yuan gently comforted him: "A speck of dust from the times, when it falls on ordinary people, is like a mountain that they cannot cross."

Wen Xue's heart trembled, and after savoring it carefully, she was shocked to find it so.

Isn’t this a portrayal of my half-life?

Lin Yuan stood up and walked to Wen Xue's side. He gently patted Wen Xue's back through her thin clothes and said softly, "It's all over."

Then his palm fell on Wen Xue's back and soothed it gently, but he accidentally touched the bulge of the inner back buckle. His fingertips rubbed it subconsciously, and then he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Wen Xue bit her lip, her face flushed, she wiped her tears, and suddenly realized that she was so embarrassed in front of a young man.

After all, every time when communicating with Lin Yuan face to face, although knowing that he was still a teenager, he always treated him as an equal conversation partner.

She forced a smile, her voice still nasal: "Look at me, I'm still being pretentious at my age."

Lin Yuan shook his head gently, his eyes extremely clear, and he held her shoulders stubbornly, forcing her to look up and look at him:

"I'm not being hypocritical. This is the grievance engraved in my heart. If you want to cry, cry. If you want to curse, curse. There are no outsiders here. I'm here with you."

Wen Xue's voice suddenly became as soft as a whisper, "For so many years, no one has said such words to me."

Lin Yuan suddenly squatted down in front of her, his face looking up with a serious expression: "Just call me if you want to talk next time. But don't say you're old. You look like you're only two years older than me at most."

Wen Xue couldn't help but burst into laughter.

It's not just two years older, more like twice as old.

But no woman can resist sweet words, and will inevitably be overjoyed after hearing them.

Wen Xue ran her fingertips through Lin Yuan's soft hair and couldn't help but rub it gently.

Lin Yuan sat down next to Wen Xue again, the corners of their clothes almost touching, and the coolness of the stone bench was gradually warmed up by the two of them.

Lin Yuan enthusiastically talked about the idea of ​​his novel. More than an hour later, Lin Yuan said with a look of unsatisfied desire: "Sister Wen, I have to go back now. I'll come to see you next time."

When Lin Yuan stood up, Wen Xue also stood up.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan's eyes fixed on the top of her head. Wen Xue raised her hand to tidy up her hair, but Lin Yuan leaned closer, raised his hand and hovered on the top of her head, deliberately staying for half a second longer, and gently twisted it, taking out a leaf that was originally hidden in the storage space.

Wen Xue's shoulders trembled slightly, her neck turned slightly red, and she blushed instinctively.

Lin Yuan pinched the leaf between his fingertips and shook it, a barely perceptible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Xue looked at the leaves in his hand. Just now, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

But why did Lin Yuan take this leaf away?
After Lin Yuan said goodbye to Wen Xue and left Nanjing University, he didn't know how long this unintentional behavior would make Wen Xue wonder.

The only thing that made him feel regretful was that he still did not meet Wen Xue’s father, Wen Jingyu, the president of Nanjing University.

Lin Yuan went to the pastry shop and bought some mung bean cakes and shachima.

I didn't bring Sanli with me this time, so I thought of bringing some food back for her.

When they got home, Sanli and Simei were playing cat's tangle with each other at home.

Lin Yuan didn't hide it. Since Qiao Simei happened to be there, he let her try it together.

Qiao Sanli ate very quietly, while Qiao Simei ate with her mouth full and said incoherently, "Brother Lin, I'm so happy to be your sister."

She is eight years old and only in the second grade, which causes Qiao Yicheng a lot of worry.

"Isn't it happy to be Qiao Yicheng's sister?" Lin Yuan chuckled and ruffled Simei's hair. "Last time you ran back from Suzhou alone, wasn't it because of your brother? It couldn't be because of your irresponsible father."

Qiao Zuwang has been living as carefree as ever in the past few years, like a hands-off boss, and has not caused any trouble with Lin Yuan's family. Otherwise, Lin Yuan would not care that Qiao Zuwang is Qiao Sanli's father and would just beat him up without any hesitation.

Qiao Yicheng is like a butler, while Qiao Erqiang only knows how to hang out with a bunch of gangsters. Qiao Sanli, the only one who cares about her eldest brother, was brought to his house. Almost all the big and small things in the family fall on Qiao Yicheng alone.

Qiao Simei said cheerfully: "My brother is also good, but he is not as generous as you, Brother Lin."

After all, Qiao Yicheng was just a child, so he didn't know how to make money. The living expenses Qiao Zuwang gave him every month were limited, and he wanted to spend every penny carefully.

Unfortunately, his two younger brothers and sisters did not do well in school, which caused him a lot of trouble. However, what he didn't know was that the things that really upset him were still to come.

Lin Yuan chuckled: "Qiao Yicheng's life is not easy. He has to be both a father and a mother. If he hears you say that, he will be sad."

Apart from Lin Yuan, the most commendable child in the entire Shamao Lane is Qiao Yicheng, who truly shoulders the responsibility of being an older brother like a father.

The two little girls, Sanli and Simei, are already old enough to understand things. There is no need for him to slander Qiao Yicheng in front of them.

He and Qiao Yicheng did not have any deep hatred. Even if they could not be friends, there was no need to act like enemies. After all, no matter what, he was still his future brother-in-law... Of course, this was all a story for later, so we will not discuss it for now.

Qiao Simei only said this at Lin Yuan's house. She didn't dare go home and cause trouble for her elder brother.

Qiao Sanli just watched quietly. In her heart, it would be better if the eldest brother and the younger brother could get along well.

Qiao Simei grabbed a shaqima and looked at Lin Yuan expectantly: "Brother Lin, can I take one back to eat?"

When she heard Brother Lin sighing about how difficult it was for her eldest brother, she thought of bringing one back for her eldest brother to try.

"Okay." Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!" Qiao Simei trotted and prepared to go back.

"Hey," Lin Yuan stopped her, "Go back and tell her that Sanli gave it to you."

After Qiao Simei jumped and ran away, Lin Yuan took out a few palm-sized sycamore leaves from his canvas bag. The edges of the leaves were the burnt brown color unique to autumn.

"Brother, what are you doing with these? Bookmarks?"

Lin Yuan then took out a shiny silver carving knife and said confidently, "You'll know in a moment."

Qiao Sanli tiptoed to Lin Yuan, her bright eyes unblinking.

Lin Yuan spread the leaf flat on the table, touched the leaf veins with the tip of the knife, and wanted to start carving a simple pattern, but he accidentally used too much force, and with a crisp "click", the leaf cracked into a hideous gash.

Lin Yuan started to cut another leaf, but the leaf was much harder to control than the drawing paper. Although Lin Yuan could paint on the paper, his influence on it did not seem obvious.

Qiao Sanli pursed her lips to hold back her laughter. She had already seen what her brother wanted to do, but Lin Yuan had failed repeatedly, and she didn't want to discourage her brother.

Lin Yuan put down the carving knife, stretched out his hand to pinch Sanli's soft cheek, and deliberately put on a stern face: "Don't laugh! Find me a few more complete leaves."

Sanli's big eyes were full of smiles, and she blinked: "I know!"...

Monday, early morning.

Lin Yuan entered the classroom.

Chang Xingyu put down the textbook in his hand and asked curiously, "Why didn't you come last Saturday?"

"Going to the hospital."

"Ah? What's wrong with you?" Chang Xingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyebrows were frowned into a beautiful arc.

"Someone kicked my foot and it hurt."

"Hmph! Hateful!" Chang Xingyu kicked Lin Yuan lightly out of habit. She really thought that Lin Yuan was sick.

Lin Yuan leaned closer and whispered, "Use a little more force next time so that the kick will be more comfortable."

"Bian, Bian Tai!" Chang Xingyu was stunned, hesitating whether to kick him again, but was afraid that Lin Yuan would feel good.

It was not until she saw the mischievous smile on Lin Yuan's face that she realized that Lin Yuan was deliberately teasing her, and she stamped her feet in shame.

Lin Yuan took Chang Xingyu's notebook from the table, and Chang Xingyu quickly pressed it with his little hand, "What are you doing?"

"I missed a day of class and didn't learn anything. You should at least let me see what the teacher taught, right? We are classmates and desk mates, so we should help each other."

Chang Xingyu then reluctantly let go of his hand, and Lin Yuan turned to the first page. The beautiful, tiny handwriting came into view, and the key points were carefully marked with a red pen.

Chang Xingyu explained: "What the teacher talked about the day before yesterday is not here."

"I need to review it at the same time, classmate Chang, please don't disturb me while I'm studying."

Chang Xingyu bit her lower lip and looked at him, feeling that Lin Yuan just wanted to see the notebook she wrote.

Lin Yuan started reading from the beginning and found no mistakes in his notes, so he switched to a notebook for another subject.

Chang Xingyu pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

Looking at Lin Yuan's profile as he was carefully flipping through his notes, I thought to myself that as classmates, we should help each other.

After a math class, Lin Yuan casually closed the textbook, sighed slightly, and said to Chang Xingyu in a distressed tone: "High school is really different from junior high school. I just missed one day of class and I can't keep up. I don't even know what the teacher is talking about."

Hearing this, before Chang Xingyu could say anything, a boy wearing glasses in the back row couldn't wait to jump up to him and said with a bit of pride in his tone: "Lin Yuan, high school is a battlefield where every second counts. If you lose your first place, don't complain that we won unfairly."

The boy in the back row is named Chen Jun. He ranked seventh in his grade when he entered high school, and of course he wanted to be the first in his grade.

Lin Yuan shook his head lightly, with a casual smile on his lips: "What do I have to complain about? Actually, you don't know that I have been in the first position for too long, and I don't want to stay there any longer. But the others are not doing well. Sigh. The road to climb up is much more interesting than staying at the top. You should understand this, but it's a pity that I haven't experienced it for a long time."

Lin Yuan's Versailles made Chen Jun blush. He rolled his eyes and left the classroom.

Wait until you lose the first place in the midterm exam and see if you can still pretend like this.

"You'd better keep a low profile in the future." Chang Xingyu gently tugged at her sleeve and reminded her in a low voice.

Lin Yuan shrugged: "There's nothing I can do. Whether or not I do well in the exam is another matter, but I can't lose in momentum, right?"

Chang Xingyu asked: "You really don't understand what Teacher Wang said?"

Lin Yuan replied distressedly: "Yes, it's not just math class. It would be great if there was a kind person who could help me sort it out over the weekend."

Chang Xingyu bit his lower lip and said hesitantly: "Then I'll help you comb your hair after evening study."

Everyone needs quiet during evening self-study, so it is naturally not suitable for them to discuss.

Lin Yuan shook his head and refused: "You are a girl, and if you go back too late, your parents will be worried."

Chang Xingyu thought for a moment and said, "I, I'm free on Sunday morning."

"Student Chang is really righteous. I know you are a good girl with a kind heart. For your efforts, I have to keep the first place."

Sunday, morning.

Lin Yuan was riding his bicycle to go out. As soon as the bell rang, Sanli ran out and said, "Brother, I want to go out with you."

"Brother is out for something. I'll assign you an essay. The topic is 'My Brother'. Write well." Lin Yuan handed over another banknote. "If you're hungry at noon, go out and buy something to eat. I'll come back this afternoon to check."

He went out to study, so it was obviously inappropriate for him to bring such a little burden with him.

Sanli pouted: "Oh."

Liangzhou is one of the islands in the center of Xuanwu Lake Park. It has many pavilions and is surrounded by trees. The golden leaves in autumn and the ancient buildings complement each other, creating a beautiful and quiet environment.

Although it was Sunday, there were not many tourists.

Lin Yuan locked his bicycle outside. In the bag in his hand were two meat buns and two vegetable buns, which were still warm.

Chang Xingyu was already waiting by the lake.

The girl's slim figure became clearer and clearer in his eyes, and her fair and tender skin glowed in the sunlight.

Lin Yuan asked: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Ate."

"Oh." Lin Yuan took a bite of the bun, "Are you full?"

“Do you have any vegetable buns?”

Lin Yuan handed over a vegetable bun.

The two sat on a stone bench, and Chang Xingyu began to explain the lesson, from knowledge points to knowledge connections.

But as they talked, it turned out that Lin Yuan was the one sorting out the difficult points for her.

Some of the knowledge she had understood was completely clear to her after Lin Yuan explained it to her.

By the quiet lake, Lin Yuan smelled the girl's body fragrance and studied with her for more than two hours, finally going through all the subjects.

"Next time if I ask for leave again, remember to help me."

"You still want to take leave? Why?"

"I'll tell you next time."

"So mysterious." Chang Xingyu pouted, somewhat dissatisfied.

The two walked out of Xuanwu Lake Park, and Lin Yuan asked Chang Xingyu: "How did you get here?"

"My home is not far from here. I walked here."

"Well, I'm going back now. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Lin Yuan got on his bike and headed towards Ma Suqin's home.

After knocking on the door, no one answered.

Lin Yuan rode his bike to the convenience store run by Ma Suqin. The convenience store was located at an intersection on Shamao Lane, facing the street. She also wanted to be closer to Lin Yuan.

Although the business license has been obtained, the store has not yet opened for business and needs to be renovated. As for how to renovate it, Lin Yuan has already drawn a design for her, and now the workers are working according to the design.

(End of this chapter)