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

Chapter 298 One glimpse of Lin Yuan, and your life is ruined.
That year, Xiang Nanfang had just graduated from junior high school.

She sat on the sofa in the living room, watching the Olympics with her parents, brother, and sister.

Watching Lin Yuan on TV, drawing his bowstring taut on the field, arrows piercing the air, the wisps of hair at the boy's temples fluttering in the wind, his heroic figure seemed like a god descending to earth.

Soon after, news spread that Lin Yuan had become the top scorer in the JS Province college entrance examination.

It perfectly embodies the ideal of being both scholarly and martial.

Your mother said, "Lin Yuan is also from Nanjing, only three years older than you, and he's even published a book."

In young Xiang Nanfang's eyes, she was far more impressive than his older sister, who had a photographic memory.

From then on, she became curious about Lin Yuan. She began to collect news reports about Lin Yuan in the newspapers, and carefully read the books he wrote. She also developed a near-blind trust in Lin Yuan's words.

Because his father was a provincial or municipal official, he would occasionally mention Lin Yuan's business ventures in Nanjing, his words full of praise from an elder for a younger generation.

Therefore, she always had great confidence in Lin Yuan, and she always felt that this senior brother in front of her was destined to become a legendary figure.

In her letters to Lin Yuan, she mostly expressed her love and insights into his books, as well as her undisguised encouragement and support.

Although she definitely harbored some vague feelings for Lin Yuan, she hadn't gotten to know him well enough to blindly send him a love letter.

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Just kidding, junior sister. I will definitely read your letter carefully when I get back. But junior sister should also understand that it may take some time to find your letter in a room full of letters."

Xiang Nanfang blinked and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Lin, are many of the people who wrote to you... criticizing you?"

“It’s not just many, it’s countless.” Lin Yuan shook his head helplessly. “Some say I’m overestimating myself, some scold me for being a show-off, and some are even eager to pour cold water on me before the dust has settled. Someone like you is a breath of fresh air.”

Xiang Nanfang's cheeks flushed slightly, and then he said generously, "It's okay if you can't find it. I just wrote down some thoughts on the novel and some words of encouragement and support for you."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a smile playing on his lips: "I thought girls your age preferred romance novels by Qiong Yao."

Xiang Nanfang smiled sheepishly. She had indeed read a novel by Qiong Yao called "Parting and Reunion," but her father discovered it when she had only read half of it and threw it out the window.

After that, she never read any of Qiong Yao's novels again.

"I really liked that science fiction novel. The interstellar spaceships and the thinking robots were quite fascinating. As for 'To Live'..."

Xiang Nanfang lowered his voice and became hesitant, "Everyone says that 'To Live' is well-written, but I couldn't finish reading it."

Lin Yuan nodded understandingly: "To Live is too bitter. Even when I was creating it, I often felt so depressed that I couldn't breathe. It's normal that a young girl like you can't stand it."

Xiang Nanfang looked up, his eyes full of anticipation: "Senior brother, you will definitely participate in the Olympics next year, right?"

Lin Yuan suddenly realized, and teased with a smile, "So you're a fan of my career? I thought you were a fan of my looks. You're not here to urge me to practice more, are you?"

Although Xiang Nanfang had never heard of the terms "career fan" and "appearance fan" before they became popular, she could roughly guess what they meant.

Her three older siblings were not optimistic about Lin Yuan's goal of reaching the 100-meter sprint final.

They are all past the age of being sentimental. As highly educated individuals born into cadre families, they naturally approach problems with the most rational thinking.

Only Xiang Nanfang, the youngest, believed it from beginning to end, and even made a bet with his older brothers and sisters about it.

Others may not believe you can make it to the finals, but I do!

Lin Yuan's gaze was intense: "The less favored something is, the more meaningful it is when it's accomplished. Just like Gorky said, 'Let the storm rage on.' Thank you, Junior Sister Xiang, your trust is very important to me."

Xiang Nanfang's dimples were shallow, and her bright eyes were full of anticipation: "Senior Brother Lin, you must train hard. I'm waiting for you to stand on the field!"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

"I'm going to class first."

"See you next time."

Xiang Nanfang carried his textbooks and jogged towards the teaching building.

Along the way, I couldn't help but think that Senior Brother Lin wasn't as aloof as the students said; on the contrary... he was quite approachable.

Lin Yuan returned to Ma Suqin's house, where the nanny was busy in the kitchen.

He went straight to the bedroom.

More than three months have passed since Lin Xin was born, and Ma Suqin has already recovered her figure.

However, his broad-mindedness remains, and this hasn't diminished along with his weight.

During this time, she stayed at home to take care of the children, which was a consensus reached between Lin Yuan and her.

Although there is a nanny at home to help, a mother's companionship is irreplaceable. It's not too late for her to focus on her career when the child is older.

Lin Xin lay in the stroller, babbling and waving her little hands, while Ma Suqin sat beside her, gently shaking a rattle to amuse her.

Seeing Lin Yuan enter, she looked up and smiled, "You're back."

Lin Yuan walked to the stroller, bent down to look at the child, and asked, "Did he take a nap?"

Ma Suqin's eyes were gentle, her hair brushed against her softly glowing profile, and she exuded a gentle maternal aura: "She just woke up not long ago."

"Have you fed him/her?"

"not yet."

Lin Yuan pinched her soft skin and said half-jokingly, "Why don't you feed me first? I don't want to eat my son's saliva."

“It’s not like there’s only one…” Ma Suqin’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she gave him a flirtatious glare.

Lin Yuan gently led Ma Suqin to the bedside, and the two snuggled together. Ma Suqin looked at Lin Yuan on top of her, her breathing unconsciously becoming soft, and her chest rising and falling slightly.

Lin Yuan loosened his clothes and smelled a faint fragrance.

After giving birth, Ma Suqin's figure became even more voluptuous. When she went out, she even wanted to use a strap to cover herself up, otherwise she always felt that she was too eye-catching.

Lin Yuan enjoyed the massage, then suddenly remembered a nursery rhyme he had recently learned to soothe children: "First it becomes a house, second it becomes a flower..."

Ma Suqin's eyes became even more alluring. Just as the atmosphere was getting more and more intense, the baby's cry suddenly broke the idyllic atmosphere in the room.

Ma Suqin nudged Lin Yuan's chest and reminded him, "It seems like Youyou is hungry."

Lin Yuan smiled and teased, "Maybe he's just making a fuss because he sees we're not playing with him. Let's ignore him for now."

"Let's feed them first, we're not in a hurry."

Lin Yuan reluctantly got up; after all, it was his own child.

Ma Suqin, whose clothes had been pulled up, didn't need to put them down again. She reached out and hugged the crying Lin Xin into her arms, and the little guy easily replenished his nutrition.

Ma Suqin leaned against Lin Yuan's chest behind her. After being teased by Lin Yuan, she could only do her best to support Lin Xin.

After being fed, the little guy quieted down again, so he must have been hungry.

Ma Suqin lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead, then carefully placed him back in the stroller, gently rocking the stroller rhythmically with both hands.

Lin Yuan joked, "With your granary so well-stocked, this little guy will definitely grow up to be plump and healthy."

"It's good that he's fair and clean-cut, but don't let him grow up to be a little fat boy."

Lin Yuan's hands were changing shapes, and then he lay down on the bed: "I've been busy lately and I'm a little tired. I need to rest."

Ma Suqin took the hair tie, tidied her loose hair, leaned closer, and slightly parted her lips. Lin Yuan closed his eyes, suddenly remembering something: "I'm going to Guangzhou the month after next to participate in a competition."

Ma Suqin paused slightly, brushed a stray hair from her forehead, and said gently, "Go in peace. The children and I will wait for you to come back at home."

"With your words, I'm sure I can win the championship this time."

Ma Suqin said no more, and the room fell silent.

As the saying goes, what you gain in one way, you will eventually lose in another. If you absorb good things from others, then others will surely absorb good things from you as well.

……

After that, Lin Yuan returned to school much more frequently.

In the past, Lin Yuan would only occasionally return to school, and then have a meal with Chang Xingyu, or take her home to do some intimate things.

Now that Xiang Nanfang has joined the campus, Lin Yuan naturally wants to wander around the campus more, looking for opportunities to meet unexpectedly.

After all, the bonds between people deepen gradually through repeated meetings and conversations.

That afternoon, the sunlight slanted across the sycamore-lined avenue, and at the corner, their eyes met unexpectedly.

"Senior Brother Lin, what a coincidence!"

"I came to talk to Principal Wen about something, but he's in a meeting right now, so I'm just wandering around," Lin Yuan explained. He then asked, "Junior sister, are you on your way to class?"

Xiang Nanfang bit his lip in frustration: "I need to go to the library to find a book, but every time I look for a book, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. Senior, do you know how to quickly find the book I want to borrow?"

"You've come to the right person. I happen to have some free time now, so I'll go with you to take a look."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Xiang Nanfang's eyes lit up, his face full of surprise. His idol, the aloof god in other people's eyes, was actually so helpful.

If it were only for himself... Thinking of this, Xiang Nanfang's cheeks suddenly flushed red.

The library was quiet, with only the rustling of pages turning.

Lin Yuan and Xiang Nanfang tiptoed to the book section, lowering their voices, their warm breaths brushing against her ear: "Literature starts from Section I, social sciences are in Sections A to D..." After explaining the general division of the sections, Lin Yuan asked, "Which book would you like to read?"

"The Course of Beauty".

In such a quiet environment, the two stood very close, speaking in hushed whispers, creating an inexplicably subtle atmosphere.

At least, that's how Xiang Nanfang felt; his heart started beating faster than usual.

Lin Yuan suddenly realized, "Oh, this book."

A look of surprise flashed in Xiang Nanfang's eyes, and he quickly asked, "Senior brother, have you read this book?"

"The love of beauty is universal. I am no exception. Moreover, this book uses history as a thread to connect thousands of years of aesthetics. As a history student, I naturally wouldn't miss it. I remember the first time I read it, I stayed up all night, and when I closed the book, it was already dawn."

Lin Yuan walked and talked, his fingertips tracing the neatly arranged spines of the books. After a short while, he precisely pulled out the book with the dark blue cover. "Here it is."

"Thank you so much, senior brother!"

Xiang Nanfang accepted the book with both hands. After completing the borrowing procedures and leaving the library, she looked at Lin Yuan's profile and asked the question that had been bothering her: "Senior, I was in such a hurry last time that I didn't have a chance to ask you why you chose history as your major. Do you want to be a historian or an archaeologist in the future?"

Lin Yuan smiled gently, looking into the distance as if lost in memories: "I grew up in a poor family. Every winter when I was little, my sister and I would go to the streets to write Spring Festival couplets to sell for money."

My younger sister helped me grind the ink, and I wrote with a calligraphy brush. Because my handwriting is beautiful, even when it was snowing heavily, people still lined up in droves.

Back then, my hands were often frozen blue, and there was no way to warm them up except to keep breathing on them.

I even secretly hoped that there would be fewer customers so that my stiff fingers could rest for a while, just a little while.

But when I got home at night and counted the money with my sister, I wished that the crumpled change would become more and more.

Later, I started writing books and participated in archery competitions, just to win some meager prize money. Gradually, my family's life became more comfortable.

When I no longer needed to struggle for money, I finally realized that I could do what I loved.

I chose history because I simply love it. You might not believe it, but I haven't carefully planned my life. I just want to follow my heart and be happy and fulfilled, and I'll accept whatever comes my way.

Just like at the Los Angeles Olympics, I had never considered competing in sprinting before. Life is full of surprises, but perhaps it's these unexpected events that make life interesting.

Xiang Nanfang listened intently, never imagining that this radiant senior brother had such a difficult past.

This changed her impression of Lin Yuan from an unattainable idol to a real, flesh-and-blood person.

She didn't consider so many factors when choosing her university major; it was purely influenced by her father, and she was preparing to embark on a proper path.

Lin Yuan seemed to realize he had said too much, and chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I've gone off on a tangent again, junior sister, please forgive me. The more history you read, the more you develop a sense of history, or to put it simply, a pessimism, and you always like to make some 'whining's.

Xiang Nanfang smiled brightly: "It's nothing, Senior Brother Lin. I think what you said is very inspiring and makes a lot of sense. I will learn more from you."

"I am not a good role model for learning."

Xiang Nanfang said earnestly, "Senior brother, after you're done with your work, I'll treat you to dinner as a way of thanking you for helping me find the book."

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks: "Junior Sister Xiang, Principal Wen and I may have to talk for a long time. Let's do it next time, next time for sure."

Xiang Nanfang nodded and tucked a stray hair behind his ear: "Then it's settled, Senior Brother Lin, goodbye."

Having just seen Xiang Nanfang off, Chang Xingyu walked up to Lin Yuan.

Chang Xingyu's class had just ended when she saw Lin Yuan walking side by side with a strange girl in the distance. The way the two of them smiled and talked with their heads down made her feel a little uncomfortable. She walked closer, but pretended to ask casually, "Who is that girl?"

In the past, Lin Yuan had never talked so intently with other girls at school.

Lin Yuan replied, "A junior sister, quite interesting, came over to ask me some questions."

Lin Yuan not only didn't mind what Chang Xingyu saw, but even welcomed it, believing that giving women a proper sense of crisis could make the relationship more vibrant.

"What did they ask you?"

"They asked me if I had any plans to write a book recently, and how my sprint training was going, etc."

"Oh," Chang Xingyu replied. "Why did you come to school today? You never come to see me."

Lin Yuan explained, "I've recently felt like I've hit a plateau in my training, and I don't want to push myself too hard, so I'm thinking of balancing work and rest. Luckily, I don't have many classes in my senior year, so I'll come back to attend them whenever I have one."

"Really?" Chang Xingyu was overjoyed, as this meant that the two of them would have more time to meet.

Lin Yuan nodded: "If I'm free tomorrow, I'll invite you to dinner."

Over the next few days, Lin Yuan would often run into Xiang Nanfang and chat for a few minutes.

However, Lin Yuan always maintained a proper distance, neither appearing distant nor deliberately trying to get close, otherwise it would have backfired.

After all, his primary goal was simply to provoke Chang Xingyu and give her a little bit of tension.

Such frequent contact naturally caught Chang Xingyu's attention.

Despite her usual confidence, she couldn't help but feel jealous when she saw Lin Yuan chatting easily with other girls.

(End of this chapter)