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

Chapter 285 The love I gave you is overflowing

After the founding of New China, the sports industry flourished, but it was isolated from the Olympic Games for a long time.

Now that the competition has finally begun, the whole country is excited.

People can't wait to see Chinese athletes showcase New China's sporting style to the world in the Olympic arena.

At the training ground the day before the opening ceremony, Lin Yuan calmly drew his bow and arrow. Although the male and female team members beside him were also focused on training, they could not hide their slight tension.

This was the first Olympic Games that New China participated in.

Across the country, every household is watching TV and radio, eagerly awaiting their good results.

Especially the men's archery team. As the Asian Games champions, people have high expectations for them and the pressure on them can be imagined.

As Lin Yuan's teammates, they were not worried about their performance in the individual competition. With Lin Yuan in charge, the gold medal in the individual competition was almost certain.

They were afraid of performing poorly in the team competition and becoming a weakness that would drag down Lin Yuan.

If they really caused the team to lose the competition because of themselves, not to mention how disappointed the domestic people would be, they themselves would not forgive themselves.

Noticing the team members' tense nerves, the head coach of the archery team decided to take everyone to the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum to relax.

This venue carries the memories of two Olympic Games. The colonnade on the east side is engraved with a complete list of the 1932 Olympic gold medalists. In the historical materials display area, yellowed newspapers and photos silently tell of past glory.

Lin Yuan stopped in a corner of the exhibition area.

In an old newspaper from 1932, a large photo on the front page recorded the moment when hammer throw champion Harold Osborne held up his medal, and the accompanying text detailed his feat of breaking the world record.

But Lin Yuan's gaze stayed on a slightly blurry photo in the lower right corner of the newspaper.

Liu Changchun, wearing a white top and black bottom sportswear, has a firm look in his eyes. Only a few lines of text briefly describe the deeds of China's first Olympic athlete.

Lin Yuan stopped and stared for a long time, and gradually formed a plan in his mind.

……

The first day of Olympic competition.

Xu Haifeng's steady performance helped the Chinese team win the first gold medal of this Olympics.

The news spread back to the country at lightning speed, bringing great encouragement to the people across the country. Everyone was looking forward to winning more gold medals in subsequent competitions.

The so-called participation is what matters, but this is just words to comfort the losers.

On the third day of the competition, everyone's eyes on the archery field were focused on Lin Yuan.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree. He drew the bow and arrow, held his breath to aim, and the arrow left the string. The whole set of movements was smooth and seamless.

When the last arrow was firmly nailed into the ten rings, Lin Yuan simply lowered his eyes indifferently and slowly untied the finger guard.

Even though he had already won the gold medal, his expression remained calm and composed. His composure and indifference were even more eye-catching in the noisy arena.

As the camera swept across his stern profile, Lin Yuan's steady figure was projected onto the screens of thousands of households.

His cool and noble temperament and calm and confident demeanor created ripples in the hearts of countless girls.

This elegant young man became the white moonlight in the hearts of thousands of young girls.

In Shamao Lane, there were already loud sounds of gongs and drums and the blast of firecrackers.

Wu Xiulan's smile never ceased as she listened to the praise from her relatives, neighbors and friends.

However, Qiao Zuwang next door was disturbed by the sound of firecrackers. He muttered "showing off so much" and turned over to continue sleeping.

After raising the national flag and playing the national anthem, Lin Yuan came to the mixed interview area wearing the gold medal.

The reporter asked eagerly: "How do you feel now that you have won the Olympic championship?"

Lin Yuan's eyes were clear and his voice was steady: "I'm very happy."

"You were so calm and composed on the court. Now that the game is over, can you smile a little?"

Hearing this, Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile as warm as spring breeze, and the sounds of shutter clicks rang out around him.

“Do you have anything to say to your family, friends, coaches and teammates who support you?”

"I have so much to say to my family and friends, and I want to go back and tell them slowly. I want to say to my coach and teammates that there is still a team competition to come, and we will fight for another gold medal."

"After winning the Olympic championship, what plans and goals do you have for your future career?"

"Yes. But I want to announce this matter after the team competition is over."

Two days later, the men's archery team final kicked off.

Although his teammates made mistakes one after another at the beginning of the game, the audience watching in front of the TV sighed again and again.

But Lin Yuan was neither anxious nor impatient, and was not affected by his teammates. Instead, he encouraged his teammates softly. Thanks to his stable performance and his teammates' outstanding performance in the last few rounds, the team won the championship.

During the interview after the game, the reporter of course asked the previous question again.

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment, then said with a determined look: "I was at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, and I saw an old poster.

The front page was reporting on Harold Osborne's victory, but no one noticed that in the corner of the newspaper there was also a report on Liu Changchun.

56 years ago, he came here alone to represent China in the 1932 Los Angeles Olympics, but failed to enter the finals due to various reasons such as the long journey and physical exhaustion.

At that moment, I made up my mind to inherit his will and switch to the 100-meter sprint in track and field.

I know that cross-sport transition is a difficult thing, but I have confidence in myself.

Four years from now at the Olympics, I will definitely stand on the track of the men's 100m final."

As soon as this statement came out, the scene was in an uproar.

Lin Yuan didn’t know whether this interview would be broadcast in China. Perhaps in order to protect his reputation, it would most likely not be broadcast.

But he had already made up his mind.

What better way to become famous than winning the 100-meter track and field race?

If the interview is not broadcast, he will find another opportunity to make this decision public.

The reporter subconsciously asked: "But the training systems for archery and sprinting are completely different."

Before the reporter finished speaking, the coach heard Lin Yuan's words and naturally rushed over to dissuade him and took Lin Yuan away from the mixed interview area.

Cai Yongxiang looked incredulous: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I wouldn't say that without absolute certainty."

……

Lin Yuan returned to China.

Normally, Olympic athletes should stay in Yanjing as a group after returning to China.

Especially an Olympic champion like Lin Yuan.

They will participate in relevant welcome ceremonies, celebration activities and accept national commendations together, which is a recognition and encouragement for their outstanding achievements.

But considering Lin Yuan's special reasons, he had just finished the college entrance examination and needed to return to his hometown to estimate his scores and fill out his application form. The organization made a break for him and gave him two days off, allowing him to go home and handle his affairs as soon as possible.

Lin Yuan called home.

"Beep-beep-"

The telephone at home was installed in the first half of this year.

Lin Yuan often goes out, and with this phone, he can talk to his family at any time.

When Qiao Sanli heard the phone ringing, her eyes lit up instantly and she immediately trotted back to the inner room.

Not many people knew the number of the new phone at home, so it was most likely my brother calling.

Qiao Sanli picked up the phone and called out crisply, "Brother!"

A familiar chuckle came from the other end of the phone. Lin Yuan said with a smile: "Sanli, I will be home at noon tomorrow. I will stay at home for two days. I will go back after filling in the application form. Tell mom not to tell anyone."

"Uh-huh."

"Do you miss me?"

"Yes! I think about it every day!"

"Brother, I miss you too."

……

The next day, when Lin Yuan returned to Shamao Lane, festive firecrackers were heard one after another, and neighbors gathered in their homes, making it as lively as New Year's Day.

In the courtyard, rows of banquets were neatly laid out, and the dishes covered with cage cloths were still steaming, obviously having just been prepared, waiting for him to come back and serve.

Seeing him appear, everyone's eyes turned to him.

All the relatives and friends immediately gathered around him, praising him for his promising future.

Lin Yuan and Wu Xiulan invited everyone to the table. Afterwards, he took Wu Xiulan and Qiao Sanli back to the room, frowning slightly: "Didn't I tell you not to make it public?"

Wu Xiulan bit her lip and explained in a low voice: "You are back now, it would be unreasonable not to celebrate."

Lin Yuan was not going to get angry about this, so he asked, "Did the school send over the application form?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Generally speaking, students come to school together, but Lin Yuan's situation is special, so the class teacher specially sent him home.

Wu Xiulan took out the application form and looked expectantly, "Which schools do you plan to apply to?"

Qiao Sanli also looked at him eagerly, waiting for his answer.

Lin Yuan answered straightforwardly: "Nanjing University."

Wu Xiulan sighed. She had a premonition that her son would be reluctant to leave home too far.

But she still advised: "You can apply to Peking University with your grades. If you apply to Peking University, you won't have to go through so much trouble when you train with the national team in the future."

The teachers at school told her that Peking University's liberal arts department is the best in the country. Lin Yuan shook his head: "If I apply to Peking University, I'm afraid I won't see him very often in a year. Nanjing University is actually pretty good too."

For Lin Yuan, going to the best university in the country doesn’t mean much.

Nanjing University is currently ranked among the top five universities in China. Its faculty and library collections are also top-notch. Perhaps its overall strength is slightly inferior to that of Peking University and Tsinghua University, but it will never lag behind by much.

Moreover, he did not want to go to the imperial city. He had no intention of getting involved in politics. Perhaps he could get to know more people there, but he might also be involved in a more complicated circle.

Of course, more importantly, the women he cared about were all in Nanjing, so why should he go far away to study in Yenching University for a few years?

Lin Yuan took the application form and went out of the house. He briefly explained to his relatives and friends in the courtyard that he had to go to the school to fill out the application, and then turned and left.

He went straight to Chang Xingyu's house and knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was Chang Xingyu's sister Chang Jingshu. The two had met each other before.

Before, during the "Zhongshan Cup", she accompanied Chang Xingyu to watch Lin Yuan's game.

Who could have expected that in just three years, my sister's classmate would win both the Asian Games and the Olympic Games.

Their family attended every single Olympic competition these days.

The look in Chang Xingyu's eyes when he was watching the game was like he was looking at his lover, his eyes were almost sunken.

They often teased Chang Xingyu about this.

When she suddenly saw the real person standing in front of her, she was so surprised that she couldn't speak.

Lin Yuan was the first to break the silence: "I came to see Chang Xingyu. I left a book with her."

"Come in!" Chang Jingshu finally came to her senses and enthusiastically made way for Lin Yuan to sit on the sofa. Then she said, "I'll go call her."

As they were talking, Chang Xingyu's stepmother Aunt Lan came over with a swaddled baby in her arms.

She had beautiful features and looked incredibly young. She looked a few years older than Chang Xingyu, and she exuded the soft charm that only a young woman could have.

Lin Yuan glanced at him and couldn't help but sigh that his future father-in-law was really lucky.

He had heard Chang Xingyu say that Aunt Lan was an outstanding solo dancer at the Provincial Song and Dance Troupe, but after she married her father, she stopped dancing and became a choreographer.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and greeted Aunt Lan in a gentle voice.

Aunt Lan had seen this world champion on TV before, and knew that he was Chang Xingyu's classmate. She immediately came forward warmly, and asked Lin Yuan about his life and even about his family situation.

She wasn't being picky or making comparisons, she just wanted to get to know Lin Yuan better.

She and Chang Xingyu get along closer than mother and daughter, and even have a sisterly relationship, so naturally she wishes the best for her.

After a while, Chang Xingyu finally arrived with Chang Jingshu.

She wore a floral dress, revealing her slender arms and calves like lotus roots, and black leather shoes with white socks, full of sweet youthfulness.

Lin Yuan’s eyes lit up.

The carefully dressed look clearly showed that she had been hiding in the room for a long time to tidy up.

Chang Jingshu and Aunt Lan tacitly stepped aside to make room for the two of them.

Lin Yuan asked, "Have you filled out your application?"

"I haven't filled it out yet." Chang Xingyu twisted the hem of her skirt.

"Which school do you plan to apply to? What do your family members think?"

Chang Xingyu: "My dad told me to do what I want."

Lin Yuan came closer, smiled, and whispered jokingly: "Are you waiting for me?"

"I... haven't thought about it yet..." Chang Xingyu's fair face turned slightly red, making him look lovable.

"My first choice is Nanjing University," Lin Yuan said with a gleaming look in his eyes. "If you don't know how to fill it out, just refer to mine. Even if we can't sit at the same table for another four years, we can still be alumni for another four years."

Chang Xingyu lowered his eyes and nodded his head, saying in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Okay."

"Let's go!" Lin Yuan stood up, "Let's go to school and hand in the application form now."

Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu said goodbye to Aunt Lan and Chang Jingshu and walked towards school side by side.

The two people's aspirations are exactly the same.

Nanda, Nanda, Nanda, I won’t obey the transfer.

The teachers kept feeling sorry for the two, but they couldn't stop them since they were determined.

The two left the campus.

Lin Yuan had a cunning look in his eyes, and said mysteriously, "Come with me, I have something to give you."

Chang Xingyu tilted his head and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"My other home."

After turning two alleys, an old red brick building comes into view.

This is a house that Lin Yuan had rented a long time ago.

It is neither close nor far from Nanjing University.

And Ma Suqin's house is right across the street.

Lin Yuan has decided to live here during his college years.

To be precise, I lived in Ma Suqin's room.

This room is at best used to conceal one's identity and to accompany Chang Xingyu.

After all, at this time, it is still very risky for men and women to check into a hotel.

Lin Yuan took Chang Xingyu up the stairs and opened the door.

The house is very tidy and it is a very cozy two-bedroom residence.

Chang Xingyu looked around the room curiously, but when she was about to turn around, Lin Yuan suddenly pushed her against the wall.

Chang Xingyu's little heart was beating fast.

Lin Yuan intertwined his fingers, hung them in front of him, and demonstrated the movements. "Follow me."

Chang Xingyu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he clasped his hands together in a daze, imitating him, with a gentle and somewhat shy gesture.

The next moment, her clasped hands were wrapped by Lin Yuan and raised above her head.

Lin Yuan's breath brushed past her ears, and before she could be surprised, Lin Yuan lowered his head and kissed her.

Chang Xingyu first widened his eyes, reflecting the boy's eyes so close to him. His eyelashes trembled twice like the wings of a frightened butterfly, and finally slowly closed, allowing him to invade.

The two have been together day and night for three years, and there are still four years of college time in the future. Chang Xingyu thinks there is nothing wrong with doing this.

Both Sister A and Aunt Lan said that if you really like a boy, you have to hold on to him.

While the two of them were clinging to each other, Lin Yuan's left hand was constantly moving.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan let her go.

It was the end of July, a hot season, and the two people's thin clothes stuck to their hot skin.

"Xingyu, I've been abroad these days, and I've been doing weight training. Can you come and help me?"

Lin Yuan gently held Chang Xingyu's little hand.

Chang Xingyu turned his head away in panic.

Sometimes, keeping silent is not a rejection, but a consent.

He took Chang Xingyu's little hand and moved slowly.

When she gradually relaxed, Lin Yuan placed his hands on her slender waist and stroked it gently.

Lin Yuan looked at her shy and timid eyes and couldn't help but kiss her cheek.

Chang Xingyu bit her lip. She would never let anyone manipulate her. Thinking of this, her fingertips tightened unconsciously.

Finally, Chang Xingyu felt something, shuddered with excitement, and then trotted to the sink.

Chang Xingyu bit his lower lip lightly, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

"You clearly said you had something for me, liar."

"The love I give you is almost overflowing, don't you notice it?"

The tenderness of a young girl always makes people linger. Lin Yuan put his arms around her waist and turned her around.

He took out an Olympic commemorative badge and pinned it on the lapel of her chest, then patted the badge for fear that she would drop it.

"Did you always drink milk when you were a child?"

"what do you mean?"

"You are what you eat."

The relationship between the two has taken a big step closer, and as the saying goes, one should quit while one is ahead.

Lin Yuan got the advantage and didn't ask for more. There was still a long time to go, and he could just take his time to deal with the rest.

Chang Xingyu naively thought that after they kissed and expressed their love, they were now in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

So she didn't ask again.

The summer in Nanjing was very hot. The two of them watched TV at home, taking advantage of each other from time to time. It was not until the evening that Lin Yuan took her hand and sent her home.

Lin Yuan did not go to meet Ma Suqin and Wen Xue. Time was too tight, so he went straight home in the evening. At noon the next day, he hurriedly took a plane back to Yanjing.

It was not until mid-August that Wu Xiulan and Qiao Sanli waited for Lin Yuan to return from Yanjing, but instead received a big red wedding announcement from the school teacher.

(End of this chapter)