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

Chapter 292 Taking Advantage of Someone's Downfall and Adding Flowers to Brocade

Chang Xingyu gently grasped Lin Yuan's arm, shook it, and softly comforted him, "Don't pay attention to these people."

Lin Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth and raised an eyebrow, deliberately playing the victim: "I feel so bad, I need kisses and hugs to feel better."

As he spoke, he lay down on the sofa, rested his head between her legs, pressed his cheek against her lower abdomen, and deliberately rubbed against her.

Chang Xingyu looked puzzled and slightly taken aback. She pursed her lips and then couldn't help but laugh. Lin Yuan still had the mind to play with her, so it seemed he wasn't really upset.

Chang Xingyu gently stroked his cheek with her fingertips and said reproachfully, "Liar, you're so energetic even though you're feeling unwell."

Lin Yuan smiled and got up from her lap, gently biting her cherry lips, and whispered, "What will you do if I'm not energetic?"

“That’s not what I meant… that spirit.” Chang Xingyu’s voice was soft and gentle as he looked at Lin Yuan earnestly. “Don’t let those people affect your mood. It’s not worth it.”

There's a saying that goes, "When the dog at the village entrance barks, the other dogs bark too, but they don't know why they're barking."

Lin Yuan glanced at the pile of letters on the coffee table, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "These people have no discernment; they only know how to do two things: kick someone when they're down and add to someone's glory. Perhaps most of them have cheered for me before."

Chang Xingyu said angrily, "That's even more unreasonable. Even if you don't succeed in the sprint, it's your own choice. Why should they point fingers at you? You don't owe them anything."

Lin Yuan lightly tapped her forehead with his finger: "What do you mean by not succeeding in the sprint? You don't have confidence in me, do you? You should be punished! You're punished to give me a massage!"

Lin Yuan gently lifted Chang Xingyu onto his lap, loosened his grip slightly, and let her slowly slide down in front of him.

“I have confidence in you.” Chang Xingyu knelt down in front of him, gently massaging Lin Yuan with her small hands, and looked up to defend him, “I added the word ‘even if’ because you have so many things to do. You have to teach, write books, and run a company. If you focus on sprinting, winning first place will definitely be a piece of cake.”

"Don't be lazy," Lin Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, somewhat dissatisfied with her laxity, while he played with her high ponytail at the back of her head with his other hand. "That's true, you can skip your studies, you can skip your business, but I can't bear to part with you. If we only see each other once or twice a year, I won't even have the motivation to start."

Chang Xingyu muttered softly, "But it would be terrible if you didn't get a good result because of me."

Lin Yuan stroked her delicate, smooth cheek, a smile spreading across his eyes: "No matter what the final outcome, this is my choice, it has nothing to do with you, and of course I can't blame you. Besides, I have enough confidence in myself, just you wait and see."

Chang Xingyu tried to say something, but Lin Yuan covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

The living room was quiet, with only the sound of the two people breathing rapidly and the occasional chirping of cicadas coming from outside the window.

Lin Yuan would sometimes lift Chang Xingyu's chin, making her look at him with her wet, blinking eyes.

After a long while, the intense emotions gradually subsided.

Chang Xingyu frowned, tugged at the bangs stuck to her forehead, pouted her pink lips, and said with a coquettish complaint, "Don't mess up my hair."

Lin Yuan chuckled and pulled out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her forehead. His tone was serious but with a hint of slyness: "Why don't you wash your hair here? I even have a hairdryer. Who knows how long it will take for your hair to dry when you go back to school."

Feeling her damp bangs drooping between her brows, Chang Xingyu's almond-shaped eyes widened, her cheeks still flushed. "Even if my hair isn't messy, I can still wash it."

After Lin Yuan wiped the sweat off her face, Chang Xingyu deftly untied the pink hair tie, and her previously high ponytail instantly came undone, revealing her thick black hair cascading down her back.

Lin Yuan often tells her that he misses the way she wore double braids, looking pure and lovely like a girl straight out of a comic book. Chang Xingyu, on the other hand, would laugh and say that it was too childish and that she looked better now.

Lin Yuan quickly boiled a pot of water and poured it into an aluminum thermos.

Chang Xingyu unscrewed the bottle stopper and slowly poured the hot water from the thermos into the plastic basin. He then adjusted the tap to allow the cold and hot water to mix slowly. He tested the temperature with his hand until it was just right before immersing his hair in the water.

After her hair was completely wet, she picked up the Seagull brand shampoo that Lin Yuan had placed aside, squeezed out a large dollop, rubbed it in her palm, and the rich fragrance instantly spread in the steam.

As he rubbed his hair with both hands, more and more foam appeared, sliding down his cheeks. Chang Xingyu closed his eyes, enjoying this moment of relaxation.

As you rinse, the water in the basin gradually becomes cloudy.

Lin Yuan took the plastic basin, poured out the dirty water, and filled it with clean, warm water.

After his hair was thoroughly washed, Chang Xingyu wrapped his wet long hair in a towel, while Lin Yuan took out a hairdryer from the side.

This is a "Lin's" brand hair dryer, produced in Lin Yuan's own factory. The body is printed with a striking gold-stamped "Lin's" logo.

Most hair dryers made in China in the 1980s were crudely made, had limited functions, and some even posed safety hazards.

However, the model produced by Linyuan Factory has been improved and added new designs such as constant temperature function, hot and cold air switching and detachable air concentrator nozzle to the existing domestic hair dryer. Safety has also been improved. Naturally, the price is also much higher than that of the market.

He stood behind Chang Xingyu, pressed the switch, and skillfully ran his fingers through her hair, gently lifting the damp strands and patiently drying them from root to tip, his movements gentle and focused.

This was, of course, compensation for Lin Yuan getting Chang Xingyu's hair wet while doing his facial.

As soon as he put down the hairdryer, Lin Yuan gathered her long hair on the left side into his palm. With practiced ease, he quickly divided the hair into three sections and skillfully weaved them together.

In a short while, two braids hung down in front of Chang Xingyu's chest.

Watching Lin Yuan's skillful hands, Chang Xingyu couldn't help but praise, "You're so skillful, you can weave it faster than I can myself."

“When I was little, I often styled my younger sister’s hair like this.”

Lin Yuan then took two more pink ribbons, carefully tied them to the ends of the braid, and tugged at the ends, swaying them left and right.

Chang Xingyu asked him with a smile, "You like my hairstyle so much?"

Lin Yuan wrapped his arms around her waist and looked at her with affection: "Seeing you with your hair in braids reminds me of some past events, especially when you were wearing little leather shoes and wanted to kick and stomp on me."

Chang Xingyu poked Lin Yuan's chest with his fingertip: "You used to bully me back then."

Lin Yuan naturally shifted the blame to Chang Xingyu: "Who told you to look like someone who wants to be bullied? Not only did I want to bully him before, but I will bully him now and in the future."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he leaned closer to her.

Chang Xingyu tilted her head slightly, parted her cherry lips slightly, stuck out her fragrant tongue, and naturally climbed up Lin Yuan's back with both hands, the fabric of her shirt becoming warm from the rubbing.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two finally separated, panting heavily.

Chang Xingyu leaned against Lin Yuan's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and felt safe and warm.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling: "It's been so long since I've heard you sing. Sing me a song."

Lin Yuan chuckled softly: "Do you want to hear 'I Only Care About You' or 'The Moon Represents My Heart'? Now, Teresa Teng's songs are playing everywhere. They're no longer the banned songs that were once considered decadent."

Chang Xingyu's eyes were filled with expectation, and his voice softened unconsciously: "Do you remember? You once said that you would write songs for me and sing them to me."

Lin Yuan tightened his arms around her waist, gazing at her tenderly, his clear singing voice spreading from his lips.

I want to see you smile.

I want to tease you.

I want to hold you in my arms.

One second they were arguing, their faces flushed.

"They can make up the next second."

……

"Just once, I'll take you to see the end of time."

"Laugh heartily on a sunny day."

"Making noise in the free and unrestrained air"

Do you know the only thing I want?

……

Lin Yuan's singing voice is clear and pure; even when singing a cappella, it carries a unique gentleness and magnetism.

Especially the straightforward yet sweet lyrics, each line of which penetrated Chang Xingyu's ears, made her heart flutter.

"Did you finish writing it a long time ago?"

Lin Yuan smiled and gently hooked her hanging braid with his fingertips: "Yes, I wrote it back when I was in college. I was just waiting for you to ask me about it, but I waited and waited until today when you finally asked me about it."

"I thought you'd forgotten," Chang Xingyu said with a shy smile. "What's the name of this song?"

"Just Once"

Chang Xingyu's voice carried a hint of shyness: "Is...is it written for me?" Lin Yuan pinched her soft, upturned buttocks, his tone full of doting: "Otherwise, I've only ever sung it in front of you."

Chang Xingyu let out a soft moan, her eyes slightly reddening, and her gaze towards him was filled with emotion.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Yuan leaned close to his ear and said in a low, gentle voice, "Baby, please help me. I will be good to you for the rest of my life."

Chang Xingyu bit her lip and didn't say anything, letting him lead her by the hand towards the bedroom.

Chang Xingyu lay on the bed, his cheeks and neck covered with wet kisses left by Lin Yuan.

Just as Lin Yuan's hand touched the waistband of her jeans, she suddenly grabbed his hand, her cheeks flushed: "I'm not feeling well today, I'm on my period."

Lin Yuan paused, calculated the time, and realized that today really was her period.

Lin Yuan, both amused and exasperated, turned her over, patted her bottom lightly twice, and said irritably, "So you didn't say so earlier? You were just waiting to see me make a fool of myself, weren't you?"

Chang Xingyu stood up and kissed Lin Yuan on the lips, saying shyly, "After we graduate from university, come to my house, and then I'll..."

Her face flushed, she nestled into Lin Yuan's arms, her voice muffled against his chest, "I'll do it like you."

Lin Yuan deliberately sighed, "We still have to wait another two years."

"Except for that, I'll do whatever you say!" Chang Xingyu clenched the hem of his clothes, his voice soft and urgent, afraid that Lin Yuan would be unhappy.

A smug smile spread across Lin Yuan's eyes: "You said it yourself, I've got it."

As dusk fell, Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu left their home and, passing a wonton stall on the street, ordered two bowls of shredded chicken wontons.

After dinner, Lin Yuan rode his bicycle with Chang Xingyu sitting on the back. Chang Xingyu gently held onto Lin Yuan's shirt with both hands, and the evening breeze gently lifted the bangs on Chang Xingyu's forehead.

The handsome man and beautiful woman combination certainly caught the eye of passersby.

The two chatted quietly along the way. When they arrived at Nanjing University, after watching Chang Xingyu walk into the school gate, Lin Yuan turned his bike around and rode towards Wen Xue's home.

When I arrived at Wenxue's house, I knocked on the door a few times.

A moment later, the door opened, and Wen Xue stood in the doorway, her hair carefully styled into a low bun with a few stray strands falling naturally. She wore black-rimmed glasses and smiled with her eyes crinkled.

She wore a light-colored long dress that fit her figure without being too tight. The hem swayed naturally as she walked, exuding a gentle and graceful charm. She wore a thin cardigan over it, which made her look both beautiful and intellectual.

Wen Xue, who has now been promoted to editor-in-chief of the newspaper, stepped aside to let Lin Yuan in, her tone tinged with resentment: "You haven't been here for almost two weeks."

While changing his shoes, Lin Yuan explained, "I've been very busy since the start of the semester, and it's also the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are things going on at the company, and last week the class organized a trip to the museum. I haven't been able to find the time."

Actually, the main reason was that He Qinghuan had just moved out after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Lin Yuan spent more time on Ma Suqin.

Wenxue said with concern, "Now many media outlets are criticizing you extensively. Do you want to issue a statement to explain?"

Lin Yuan chuckled lightly: "It's probably not going to be of much use, but making a statement isn't out of the question. You don't know, I received quite a few anonymous letters today, and they're full of insults."

Having been silent for too long, it's not bad to use a report to herald her triumphant return.

Wen Xue reached out and gently placed her warm palm on the back of Lin Yuan's hand, saying with concern, "Don't worry about these things. At least we all believe in you."

Lin Yuan held her hand in return: "It definitely has an impact on me, but it's only negligible."

I've recently been reading a book called "The Crowd: A Study of the Popular Mind".

It's clearly written inside: "Others' evaluations are merely projections of their own perceptions. When your level of understanding far surpasses theirs, they can only measure you with their own limited yardstick."

There's no need to crave understanding; all beings see you differently: those who love see only the soul, those who seek profit see only the scales. All forms are impermanent; true freedom is reality.

If I were to actually argue with them, they would only drag me into the realm of fools and easily defeat me with their vast experience of being fools.

Wen Xue breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm relieved that you think that way."

Lin Yuan looked at Wen Ju'an's tightly closed door, kissed her lips, and then said, "I'll help Ju'an with her homework first, and I'll come over to discuss the registration on the weekend."

Lin Yuan lowered his voice, a smile playing on his lips, "I'll get Ju An out of the way and teach you a few yoga poses while I'm at it."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he gently pinched her leg, which earned him a reproachful look from Wen Xue. Then he smiled and got up to go to Wen Ju'an's room.

As early as last year, Lin Yuan had helped Wen Xue practice yoga. Their bodies were in close contact, and as their breaths mingled, Wen Xue's tense defenses crumbled, and she reluctantly wrapped her arms around Lin Yuan's broad back.

In fact, Wenxue was not as resistant to this step as she had imagined.

After all, before this, Lin Yuan had already shown her all sorts of things.

Looking back, it seems like a trap carefully woven by Lin Yuan.

However, as Lin Yuan said, "Living is about living for the sake of living itself, nothing else, as long as you are happy."

Since both of them were single and it didn't affect anyone else, Wenxue naturally indulged in this happiness.

As time went by, Wenxue's skin became increasingly delicate and smooth, and the fine lines around her eyes almost disappeared, giving her an irresistible radiance.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and gently knocked on Wen Ju'an's door, then naturally pushed the door open and entered, as if he had returned to his own home.

The fifteen-year-old girl had already grown up. Her long, thin hair was tinged with a bluish-yellow tint and she wore a plaid headband. She had delicate features, a slender figure, and wore a floral dress. She exuded a fresh and youthful charm, with a touch of melancholy and artistic temperament.

After Lin Yuan sat down, he asked, "How have your studies been lately? Is there anything you don't understand?"

"It's not good, I don't understand it."

Lin Yuan flicked her forehead, "Stop being so glib. I'm not as easy to talk to as your mother."

Wen Ju'an let out a "woof," wincing in pain as he clutched his forehead, then glared at Lin Yuan:

"This is corporal punishment."

Lin Yuan tapped again: "Who can testify to something that's just hearsay? Don't you dare to falsely accuse me. I'm the top liberal arts student in Jiangsu Province, after all. If you can't even get into a top high school, what will people think of me? How am I supposed to explain this to your mother?"

"My mom asked you to come, not me," Wen Ju'an muttered, turning his head to the side.

Perhaps it's because he's going through a rebellious phase. Wen Ju'an used to be quite obedient to Lin Yuan, but now he secretly adds a few barbs to his words to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan turned her face back and said with a smile, "Oh dear, it's practically written all over your face that you're angry with your mother. There are so many ways to make her angry, why choose this stupidest one? Don't tell me you're my student, I'd be ashamed."

In the original novel, although Wen Xue was strict and domineering towards Wen Ju'an, she protected him very well.

As a result, Wen Ju'an, driven by her rebellious nature, did not follow her mother's arrangements and instead married a general worker in the company's logistics department. After marriage, she suffered domestic violence and became infertile for life after a miscarriage.

Later, while her father was hospitalized, Wen Ju'an was with the attending physician who was taking care of her; the doctor was a married man in his fifties.

In short, her life afterward was complicated. Since Lin Yuan had come, he naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch her repeat the same mistakes.

After all, she was still a young girl in the prime of her life, and Lin Yuan naturally wanted to reshape her values.

Rebels against one's mother by harming oneself is undoubtedly a lose-lose situation.

"Is there any way?"

Sure enough, Wen Ju'an's eyes lit up, and he asked impatiently.

At this moment, Wenxue came in carrying a plate of washed grapes and placed it on the table in front of the two of them with a smile.

Wen Ju'an remained expressionless, his small face tense. After Wen Xue left the room, he looked at Lin Yuan expectantly, wanting to hear what he had to say.

She didn't touch the plate of grapes, while Lin Yuan leisurely picked up a grape and ate it.

Then he casually asked, "Answer me first, are you thinking of leaving your mother and being free to live your whole life without her constraints?"

Wen Ju'an nodded.

Lin Yuan paused deliberately for a moment, whetting the little girl's appetite, before slowly saying, "I'll tell you the simplest thing: study hard."

Wen Ju'an's expectant gaze immediately dimmed. He pursed his lips and snorted, "I thought it was a brilliant idea. You didn't even try to hide it."

"Look, you're in such a hurry. I haven't finished speaking yet."

(End of this chapter)