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

Chapter 297 Xiang Nanfang

After spending two days in the hospital, Ma Suqin was discharged smoothly, accompanied by Lin Yuan and He Qinghuan.

Inside the bedroom, the crib was filled with brand-new supplies: a soft little blanket was laid out flat, cute little clothes were folded neatly, and sterilized baby bottles were placed to the side.

Lin Yuan had already hired a postpartum nanny in advance. She was a head nurse who had recently retired from the hospital and was specifically responsible for taking care of Ma Suqin and the baby.

Ma Suqin sat on the bed covered with thick, soft cushions, gently unbuttoning her clothes to breastfeed her child.

The little one closed his eyes, instinctively sucking and making satisfied humming sounds, his pink little hands still tightly clutching the hem of Ma Suqin's clothes.

He Qinghuan sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently at the baby. The baby's originally wrinkled face had relaxed, and its pink skin was glowing. It looked extremely cute, which filled her with joy.

"Auntie, what names are you and Uncle planning to give the baby?"

He Qinghuan couldn't help but ask curiously.

Although Aunt and Lin Yuan's relationship is not officially recognized, Lin Yuan privately asks her to call him "Uncle," and she has seen how good he is to her.

My aunt is doing it willingly, so she wouldn't be foolish enough to complain.

Moreover, the more you get to know Lin Yuan, the more you realize how amazing he is. He has an incredible aura about him, and he is capable and has great courage. It is truly a blessing that your aunt met him.

She herself was also affected; if Lin Yuan hadn't given her this opportunity, she might still be doing repetitive mechanical work in some workshop right now.

“Your uncle has already thought it through.” Ma Suqin’s fingertips traced the baby’s curled-up little fist, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. “Lin Xin’s nickname will be Youyou. We hope he can grow up happily.”

"Youyou, youyou," He Qinghuan called out twice.

At this moment, Lin Yuan took the full child from Ma Suqin's arms. Ma Suqin put down her top, covering her proud chest.

"Qinghuan, you've worked so hard these past few days." Lin Yuan held the child and said gently, "Go back and rest for a few days, then come back to work at the company in a while."

He Qinghuan has now been transferred by Lin Yuan to work at the Lin Group, where she is responsible for developing sales channels for the group, mainly in several nearby cities.

He Qinghuan really likes this job; it's respectable and gives her a sense of purpose.

He Qinghuan nodded, stood up and said, "Auntie, Uncle, I'll head back now. I'll come see you again in a few days."

She glanced at the baby's face in Lin Yuan's arms before turning and leaving.

……

June 29th.

In Wenxue's home, in her bedroom.

Wen Xue's figure swayed as softly as a willow branch in spring, her eyes filled with tender smiles as she leaned against Lin Yuan.

Their fingers were tightly intertwined, the knuckles pressing together so hard they almost embedded each other in their palms, the sticky sweat on their palms making their hands even hotter.

After all, she was leaving in two days and didn't want to miss these last moments together.

At first, Lin Yuan found this kind of interaction quite novel, but after a while, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

I am a dignified man, how can I remain subservient to others for long!
Lin Yuan spurred his horse and whipped it, his galloping swiftly seemingly carrying immense force.

Just then, the sound of a door opening was heard.

Today was the day Wen Ju'an went back to her junior high school to pick up her high school entrance exam results. She picked them up this morning and is now home.

Wenxue hurriedly started putting on her clothes.

"Hurry up and get dressed."

Wen Xue dared not let Wen Ju'an know about their relationship.

In her daughter's eyes, she already saw herself as an ungrateful person, and she didn't want to add another image of being dissolute, otherwise she would have no right to educate Wen Ju'an in the future.

Lin Yuan frowned, his anger still burning, but he had no choice but to straighten his clothes.

Even in the sweltering summer heat, Lin Yuan wasn't wearing much, and he was dressed in no time.

The two walked out of the room together.

To ease the awkwardness, Wen Xue deliberately said, "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to interview you again in the future."

Lin Yuan smiled in agreement: "When I return to Yanjing, I'll make a few big news stories that will shake the whole country, and you'll definitely have the opportunity to interview me."

Wen Ju'an looked at the two of them and thought it was really strange that they had to close the door when they were talking about things at home in broad daylight, and why Lin Yuan's clothes looked so wrinkled and bulging.

Wen Xue stepped forward and asked, "How did the exam go?"

Wen Ju'an showed the report card to Wen Xue.

With a total score of 650 across all subjects, Wen Ju'an scored 586.

Wenxue glanced at the score and nodded in satisfaction.

For Wenxue, this achievement is already very satisfying.

Lin Yuan also leaned over to take a look and commented, "This result isn't bad, but it just means you still have a lot of room for improvement."

Wen Ju'an pouted: "Don't even think about going back on your word!"

"Let's say you did well on the exam. Tell me, what gift do you want? Even if I can't give it to you now, I can bring it to you when I return to Yanjing to receive my award after participating in the Olympics next year."

When Wen Ju'an heard Lin Yuan say he would come to Yanjing next year, a look of joy flashed in her eyes. She blinked and said, "I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when you come to see me next year. If you don't come, I'll never talk to you again."

Lin Yuan gently patted her little head: "After you get to Yanjing, study hard, don't let your mother worry about your studies, and don't let her find you a tutor again."

After leaving Wenxue's house, Lin Yuan returned to his home in Shamao Lane, where Qiao Sanli excitedly waved her middle school entrance exam results at him.

He took a look and saw that she had scored 608 points, a score that was enough to guarantee her admission to Jinling High School.

With Lin Yuan's guidance every day, it would be difficult for Qiao Sanli not to improve.

Lin Yuan smiled and praised, "Sanli, you did well on the exam. I plan to do three more years of graduate school after I graduate from university. If you get into Nanjing University, you can become my junior. But if you want to study in another city, I will support you."

Qiao Sanli's voice was clear and bright: "I don't want to go to other places, I just want to study in Nanjing."

Wu Xiulan couldn't help but smile as she watched the interaction between the brother and sister.

Qiao Sanli plans to apply to Jinling High School, following in Lin Yuan's footsteps.

She also learned that Wen Ju'an was going to Yanjing with her mother, and felt a slight melancholy in her heart.

After all, the two have known each other for so long and are already close friends who can talk about anything.

After visiting Wu Xiulan and Qiao Sanli, Lin Yuan left home in the afternoon.

This summer, he doesn't plan to stay at home for long; he still wants to take better care of Ma Suqin and her newborn child.

He didn't plan to tell anyone about it for the time being, thinking he would tell Wu Xiulan when the child was older. He only said that there was more and more work at the company, and many meetings and business trips were scheduled during the summer vacation, so he rented a house near the company to live in.

Wu Xiulan felt both gratified and somewhat disappointed. Her son's career was growing bigger and bigger, but he was also getting busier and busier, and he was coming home less and less.

……

Lin Yuan's "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" has been completed and is currently being reviewed and proofread by Nanjing University Press.

Although publishing this book will inevitably be accompanied by some controversy, and there are always some old-fashioned people who are stuck in their ways and unwilling to accept this form of creation, as the saying goes, it is appreciated by both the refined and the popular, and in the long run, the benefits will definitely outweigh the drawbacks.

Take the history of the Three Kingdoms as an example. Most people first read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and develop a strong interest in this period of history before finally turning to official historical works such as "Records of the Three Kingdoms".

History should not be shelved, becoming a dark and obscure text on the desks of a select few. How many people can truly digest those obscure and difficult classical Chinese texts?

These are vivid stories from the long river of time, worthy of being understood, felt, and reflected upon by every ordinary person.

Moreover, this book is not just about the history of the Ming Dynasty; it also contains many profound truths about viewing history and reality, which is what makes it so touching.

In short, Lin Yuan was very confident that the book would be a bestseller.

Putting everything else aside, a person's name is like a tree's shadow; with Lin Yuan's reputation, this book could never be buried.

"You're in such great shape right now, when are you planning to participate in another competition?"

As the sun set, it turned the track orange-red, and Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu sat side by side on the sidelines.

A gentle breeze stirred, softly ruffling their hair, creating a scene reminiscent of a youthful painting.

Lin Yuan unscrewed the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back and took a sip, explaining, "The World Athletics Championships at the end of August require qualifying results to participate, so I can only register for domestic competitions for now."

Chang Xingyu looked worried: "I'm afraid that you've practiced so hard and worked so hard, but in the end you won't have the chance to participate in the Olympics."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Lin Yuan said with a smile, reassuringly. "Once I break the record in the national competition, will I still be afraid of not being able to participate? Besides, I've already talked to the track and field team coach, so it's not a problem."

Hearing this, Chang Xingyu finally felt relieved: "You've really thought this through."

Lin Yuan sighed softly, the smile on his face gradually disappearing: "I am confident that I can run the best time in the country, but I always feel that I am just one step away from breaking the ten-second barrier."

Chang Xingyu quickly reassured him, "Your performance this time is already top-notch in Asia! Judging from previous years, as long as you maintain your performance, you have a real chance of making it to the Olympic finals."

Lin Yuan's tone was firm, and his eyes revealed his stubbornness: "But if I'm going to do it, I'll do it the best. If I make it to the finals but can't win the championship, that would be the biggest failure. My goal has never been to make it to the finals, but to win the gold medal."

Chang Xingyu looked at Lin Yuan. From the day she met him, he had never failed to succeed in anything he set his mind to.

With Lin Yuan's talent, he can always do everything to the best of his ability.

Perhaps for Lin Yuan, the results he has achieved are still far from satisfying.

Chang Xingyu pouted slightly, gently grasped Lin Yuan's hand, and said with some annoyance, "It's a pity I can't help much."

"Who said that?" Lin Yuan grabbed her hand in return, looking at her intently. "If you're willing, you might bring me some good luck and help me take another step forward."

Chang Xingyu's cheeks flushed, and he said softly, "Didn't we agree before..."

Lin Yuan looked at her seriously and asked in return, "Don't you believe I will be good to you?"

“I believe you! But…” Chang Xingyu bit his lower lip, looking conflicted.

Such things are usually reserved for the wedding night, and the couple had agreed to wait until after meeting each other's parents. But if they did it now...

"It's nothing," a hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Yuan's face, a subtle expression that Chang Xingyu precisely caught, "At worst..."

Lin Yuan paused, not continuing the conversation. He quickly smiled again, his voice light as if the previous conversation had never happened: "Let's go have dinner, and I'll take you home afterward."

As he spoke, he stood up briskly and patted the dust off his sweatpants.

Chang Xingyu jogged a few steps to catch up, but his mind was in turmoil.

So what if I don't run under ten seconds? So what if I don't win? So what if I borrow some 'good luck' from someone else?
In late August 1987, the World Athletics Championships officially opened in Rome, Italy.

The ten-day competition quickly came to an end, and when the event concluded, the national team ultimately only won a bronze medal.

Such results undoubtedly poured cold water on everyone.

why?
Why is their performance in track and field events so weak?
Even more regrettably, in the 100-meter sprint event that Lin Yuan switched to, Li Tao, the best athlete in China, didn't even make it to the semi-finals.

To be honest, more and more people have lost faith in the 100-meter sprint, including Lin Yuan. They feel that he cannot achieve the goals he once set, and even his inspiring words have become questioned.

Some gaps cannot be bridged by hard work alone.

After all, he has only participated in the Universiade once since he announced his career change, and his results in that competition were not ideal.

People like grand pronouncements, but ultimately, they like grand pronouncements that are actually followed through on. If you don't have the ability to back it up and just talk a good game, you won't win people's favor.

Lin Yuan was unaware of all this. The letters he received were almost filling up the second bedroom, and he was too lazy to even open them. Even if he knew, what difference would it make? He would just laugh it off.

That day, Lin Yuan attended classes at Nanjing University as usual.

Although he tries to attend classes at Nanjing University whenever possible, he doesn't want to completely skip them either.

After class, Lin Yuan closed his book and left the classroom.

As I walked along the tree-lined path, a clear voice called out from behind: "Senior Brother Lin!"

Lin Yuan turned around and saw a short-haired girl walking gracefully towards him. She had a delicate oval face with small and soft features. When she smiled, she had shallow dimples and fair, translucent skin, as smooth as a peeled lychee.

It was common for girls to approach Lin Yuan on campus, but this girl was exceptionally beautiful, exuding a lively yet intellectual charm that made her impossible to look away from.

"Are you calling me?"

The girl nodded, her eyes bright: "Senior Brother Lin, I've been at school for almost a month now, and I'm finally meeting you in person today."

Lin Yuan sized up the girl in front of him: "Are you a freshman?"

"I'm majoring in political economy, and my name is Xiang Nanfang." The girl introduced herself with a graceful demeanor, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Yuan was surprised to find that the girl in front of him was Xiang Nanfang. He smiled and nodded in response, "Hello, Junior Sister Xiang."

Xiang Nanfang's lips curled into a sly smile: "Senior brother, does my name seem familiar?"

Lin Yuan thought to himself, "Of course I'm familiar with it."

But he remained calm, shaking his head and saying, "This is the first time I've heard of it. It's a very nice name."

"Senior Brother Lin, I did write you a letter, didn't you read it?"

Lin Yuan explained with a smile, "I'm sorry, junior sister, there are too many letters criticizing and abusing me, including the love letters you gave me."

Xiang Nanfang's dimples swished gently, her eyebrows curving into crescents, and she said in a feigned huff, "Senior Brother Lin, don't tease me. What I wrote wasn't a love letter."

(End of this chapter)