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

Chapter 300 Xiang Nanfang's First Kiss, Xinhua Bookstore, Sun Xiaomo
That young man who once made a resounding vow on the Olympic stage seems to be turning his dream into reality step by step!

After finishing the race, Lin Yuan was panting heavily, but his eyebrows and eyes revealed a sharpness, his eyes bright and firm, and his whole person was like a sharp blade that had just been drawn from its sheath.

Faced with a tidal wave of reporters, Lin Yuan quickly calmed his breathing, remained composed, and patiently accepted interviews from various media outlets.

Lin Yuan had already decided to uphold the philosophy of "being low-key in life but high-profile in work," so naturally he wouldn't let go of this great opportunity to make a name for himself.

Therefore, Lin Yuan takes every interview seriously and accepts all interviews, seeing it as a golden opportunity for him to spread his name far and wide.

"Lin Yuan! You broke the ten-second barrier! What did you feel the moment you broke the national record?"

"Your time last year was 10.51 seconds. How did you improve so quickly?"

What are your thoughts on the title of Asian record holder?

Are you confident of achieving a good result at next year's Olympics?

……

Looking at Lin Yuan, who was full of vigor on the podium, the sprint team coach did not expect that this boy who trained alone would actually achieve such success.

How wonderful it would be if we could keep people in the team and train them systematically from the beginning.

The thought of this filled him with anguish.

It wasn't so much that I regretted losing such a promising talent, but rather that I was lamenting my own future. If I had insisted on keeping him in the sprint team back then, he could have enjoyed this glory as well. The sports bureau's newly established talent discovery reward and foreign exchange quotas—these rare resources could have gone to the sprint team.

Fortunately, if Lin Yuan wants to participate in the Olympics in the future, he will eventually have to join the sprint team. If he achieves good results, his entire team will also be proud of him.

Even CCTV reporters came to interview Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan sat upright in the interview chair, his back straight, his gaze calm and firm.

Facing the camera, he slowly began to speak, recounting his daily perseverance and unwavering belief.

"The vow I made when I was young keeps me from slacking off for even a day."

I will strictly follow the daily plan, watch videos of foreign athletes, and train on the track until my energy is completely depleted time and time again.

The transition was not smooth sailing at the beginning; there were all sorts of problems, from adjusting to the details to adapting physically.

I have had doubts, hesitations, and wavering, but since I have chosen this path, I will see it through no matter how difficult it is.

Fortunately, my family and friends have always been there for me, and they have shown me that I am never fighting alone.

I also want to thank those who questioned me. Some said I was too ambitious, others said I was fickle. These voices were like the starting gun behind me, forcing me to keep pushing my limits.

As Wang Yangming once said, "With a bright mind, everything can be accomplished."

My goal is never just to reach the Olympic finals; I will let the whole world witness what true Chinese speed is!

As the interview frenzy gradually subsided, Lin Yuan stayed in Guangzhou for a few more days.

He finally had the leisure to stroll through the streets of Guangzhou.

The humid breeze of Lingnan swept through the streets and alleys, causing the long, fluffy hair of pedestrians to flutter lightly. Everywhere, in front of shops and tea restaurants, there were warm smiles, accompanied by cheerful Cantonese conversations.

With economic opening up, Western cultural trends collided with local culture, and people's clothing became increasingly trendy and bold. Everywhere you look, there is a vibrant and thriving life force.

This is an era of flourishing diversity and boundless possibilities.

……

Xiang Nanfang rushed home and went straight to Xiang Beifang, who was fiddling with a radio, and opened his palm in front of him.

"I told you long ago, Lin Yuan can definitely do it! A bet is a bet, so hurry up and give me the zodiac stamps."

"He broke the national record, but he hasn't even made it to the Olympics yet, what's the rush?" Xiang Beifang pursed his lips, then suddenly caught a glimpse of the silver light shimmering on his sister's wrist. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a brand-new Shanghai brand women's watch, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

When did you buy a watch?

Xiang Nanfang withdrew his hand as if burned, hiding it behind his back, a blush creeping onto his earlobes.

"Who gave it to you?" Xiang Beifang took a half step forward, his tone probing.

Xiang Nanfang lowered his eyelids and stared at the toes of the shoes, pursing his lips and remaining silent.

Xiang Beifang shouted at the top of his lungs toward the kitchen, "Mom, come quick! My little sister is in love!"

Xiang Nanfang frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xiang's mother, wearing an apron, walked over and asked in confusion, "Nanfang, are you in a relationship?"

Xiang Nanfang stamped her foot in frustration, glaring at her gloating brother with her almond-shaped eyes, and explained, "Mom, I didn't. Don't listen to his nonsense. He's just a cheater who reneges on bets."

"Who cheated? I bet you whether Lin Yuan can make it to the Olympic finals, and that's not even close to happening yet," Xiang Beifang retorted, sticking his neck out.

Xiang Nanfang had full confidence in Lin Yuan: "We'll give it to him sooner or later, just you wait and see, he'll definitely get in."

"Stop changing the subject." Xiang Beifang pointed at her wrist. "You still haven't explained where you got this watch. It's not cheap."

Xiang Nanfang rolled his eyes: "My friend gave it to me, is it any of your business?"

Xiang Beifang narrowed his eyes, a look of suspicion flashing across his face: "Which friend could send such an expensive gift? It couldn't be that kid Song Qingyuan, could it?"

Xiang Nanfang stuck out his tongue: "You can keep guessing, even if you try for a year, you still won't figure it out."

……

Chang Xingyu's home.

Chang Xingyu was nestled on the sofa, eating a big, red apple, when Aunt Lan sat down with a smile.

"Xiao Lin is getting more and more amazing. How's your relationship going lately?"

Chang Xingyu glanced at his father, who was reading the newspaper by the bedside.

Aunt Lan said softly, "Your dad is very open-minded, and besides, he can't hear us chatting anyway."

Chang Xingyu smiled faintly: "It's fine."

Aunt Lan teased, "Have you already decided on him?"

Chang Xingyu nodded shyly but firmly.

Aunt Lan understood that one shouldn't meet someone too amazing when young, and she herself was no exception.

“A boy like that is too outstanding, he must be surrounded by many girls, so you have to be careful when you get along with him. But you've known each other for so long and have a deep relationship, so if you really encounter that kind of situation, Aunt Lan will teach you a few words.”

Chang Xingyu pressed further, "Which words?"

"Not competing is the true form of competition."

Chang Xingyu nodded thoughtfully. She was very clever and understood Aunt Lan's meaning as soon as she heard it.

……

Upon returning from Guangzhou, Lin Yuan's first priority was naturally to visit his wife and children.

Pushing open the door, I saw Ma Suqin squatting next to the stroller, covering her face with her hands, then taking them away, making Lin Xin inside the stroller giggle.

Hearing the door open, she looked up, her eyes instantly lighting up with surprise: "You're back!"

Lin Yuan smiled and responded, gently pinching his son's soft little face. Then he opened his suitcase and took out the things he had specially brought back:
"I bought some small toys for our son and also brought you a few new clothes. When our son is older and Mengma establishes its own factory, we can not only make clothes, but also jewelry and cosmetics. These are all industries with great potential in the future, after all, women will always be the main consumers."

"Why do you say that?" Ma Suqin asked curiously.

Lin Yuan explained, "Since ancient times, men have been responsible for external affairs and women for internal affairs. Most men will consciously take on the heavy responsibility of the family. They are reluctant to spend money on themselves and prefer to make their wives and children live comfortably."

Men who spend money on themselves are labeled as 'uncaring for their families' or 'selfish,' but those who spend money on their families are seen as 'responsible.'

Moreover, most people are actually aware of this, but they still do it for the sake of family harmony, which is undoubtedly an unsolvable, open conspiracy.

Ma Suqin nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Yuan continued, "But there's no rush. Mengma should first establish itself in the clothing industry before venturing into other fields."

Ma Suqin smiled gently and said, "I'll listen to whatever you say."

After eating the dinner prepared by the nanny, the night deepened.

In the bedroom, Ma Suqin changed into the new clothes that Lin Yuan had brought back.

Gray stockings hugged her long, shapely legs, and the sound of high heels clicking on the ground filled the air. Her miniskirt barely covered her upper thighs, with only two straps supporting her collarbone.

Under the warm light, the two nestled together. Lin Yuan's fingertips gently caressed the smooth stockings, while Ma Suqin's eyes were full of affection as she softly leaned against Lin Yuan's chest.

……

in the school.

Lin Yuan has figured out Chang Xingyu and Xiang Nanfang's class schedules and is trying his best to prevent the two girls from getting together.

Lin Yuan was waiting for Chang Xingyu outside the classroom.

The two often met at school, and many classmates knew about it.

The two simply walked side by side, rarely engaging in any overly intimate gestures. After all, they were at school and needed to be mindful of their behavior.

Many people are saying in private that the two are secretly dating.

Lin Yuan couldn't hide this from him no matter what he wanted to do.

Xiang Nanfang will definitely find out too.

However, Lin Yuan did not regret it.

Chang Xingyu's features, softened by Lin Yuan's care, have become more charming, possessing a subtle allure that surpasses her previous youthful innocence.

Neither of them had classes in the afternoon, so they naturally went home and poured out their hearts to each other.

Lin Yuan withdrew in time, avoiding the risk of Chang Xingyu becoming a mother too early.

Unfortunately, Chang Xingyu did not express his gratitude, which made Lin Yuan sigh that good people don't always get rewarded.

She fluttered her long eyelashes and wiped the sweat from her face with disgust.

Lin Yuan would take Chang Xingyu home every Tuesday and Thursday to review his lessons.

In the evening, she would accompany Chang Xingyu back to school.

Then he lingered around Xiang Nanfang's dormitory for a while.

The main point is that you won't come to school for nothing.

This was an agreement between him and Xiang Nanfang: every Tuesday and Thursday evening, the two of them would chat casually under the moonlight.

However, Lin Yuan's reasons were quite high-sounding: he wanted to learn more about the experiences and insights of female college students and find some inspiration for his new book.

Xiang Nanfang went downstairs at 8 p.m., and if she didn't see Lin Yuan, she would go back down.

After all, there were no mobile phones or QQ at that time, so this was the only clumsy way to do it.

Of course, he could ask a girl to do it for him. But that would be fine once in a while, but over time, as a popular figure on campus, it would definitely become the talk of the town, and he didn't want others to discuss his private life too much.

Xiang Nanfang seemed to have just taken a shower, as there was a faint scent of soap sachets emanating from him.

As the weather grew cooler, she changed out of her thin dress and into a beige cardigan and jeans. The moment Lin Yuan saw her, his gaze would always linger on her waist and hips, their curves captivating even in the darkness.

After all, the National Games had ended some time ago, and Lin Yuan hadn't returned to school yet. She didn't know when Lin Yuan would come back, so she was just thinking of trying her luck.

What if Senior Brother Lin arrives but I don't come down? Wouldn't that make Senior Brother Lin wait in vain?
When Xiang Nanfang finally saw the familiar figure under the old locust tree, his eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

The two walked along a deserted path, surrounded by darkness, where the dim light could easily lull them into a false sense of security.

The two walked side by side, their shoulders and arms occasionally brushing together, and Xiang Nanfang's heart would secretly race.

She lowered her voice and said, "Senior, congratulations on winning the championship! I knew you could do it."

Lin Yuan turned to look at him: "I have to thank you. It was you who bandaged my leg, which helped it recover faster."

Xiang Nanfang smiled shyly: "After you came back to school, did anyone ask you for an autograph?"

"Actually, everyone is quite busy with their studies. Apart from people like you who are paying attention to me, most people are busy with their own things. After all, this is just a domestic competition, nothing special."

Xiang Nanfang said earnestly, "Senior brother, when you come back with good results from the Olympics, you will definitely be the center of attention."

Lin Yuan stopped and looked at Xiang Nanfang, mainly because this area was unusually dark.

"It's not just about good results. To be honest, my goal has always been to win the championship. Junior sister, remember to cheer for your senior brother then."

“I will, senior brother,” Xiang Nanfang replied softly.

Suddenly, a series of hissing sounds came from the shadows not far away.

Lin Yuan reacted quickly, grabbing Xiang Nanfang's wrist and shielding her behind him.

Xiang Nanfang was startled by the sudden sound, his heart pounding as he stared nervously ahead.

After a moment, several groups of wild cats emerged from the shadows.

"It turned out to be a few cats."

However, Lin Yuan did not loosen his grip on Xiang Nanfang's wrist. In the darkness, his gentle voice carried a seductive quality:

"Junior Sister Xiang, do you remember the first time we met?"

Xiang Nanfang's heart jumped into his throat instantly, so nervous that he could barely hear Lin Yuan's voice.

Of course she remembered that she was the one who took the initiative to speak with Senior Brother Lin.

Lin Yuan continued, "You asked me if I felt familiar with you when we first met?"

In the darkness, the two could only see the outline of each other's faces and the faint glimpses of their white teeth as they spoke.

Is Senior Brother Lin going to confess his feelings to me?

Be reserved! Be reserved!
But why do the corners of my lips unconsciously turn up?

"My heartbeat and feelings knew you before I did; you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

After saying that, Lin Yuan closed his eyes and lowered his head to Xiang Nanfang's lips.

Xiang Nanfang was stunned. Before he could recover from the surprise, he had given his first kiss, which he had cherished for eighteen years, to his senior brother Lin.

Lin Yuan's large hand roamed over Xiang Nanfang's back, as if trying to meld her into his body, before finally landing on her buttocks, which he had been longing for.

Lin Yuan only reluctantly let go of Xiang Nanfang when she gasped for breath in his arms and clutched Lin Yuan's clothes with her fingertips, indicating that she was short of oxygen.

Xiang Nanfang's cheeks were flushed red, even the tips of his ears were bright red, and he was so flustered that he could hardly speak: "Senior brother...you..."

"Do you like me?" Lin Yuan cupped her chin, his dark eyes burning as he looked at her.

Xiang Nanfang thought to himself, if he didn't like Senior Brother Lin, how could he let Senior Brother Lin kiss him so freely?

Xiang Nanfang nodded slightly, her voice barely audible, and said shyly, "Senior brother, this is my first kiss."

"Good junior sister, I don't think I've kissed enough yet."

Before he finished speaking, he kissed her trembling lips again, his tongue writing all sorts of words, giving the girl, who was experiencing kissing for the first time, a good lesson. She softened into a lump in Lin Yuan's chest.

Lin Yuan originally thought that Xiang Nanfang would ask about Chang Xingyu, but she didn't mention it at all, which saved Lin Yuan from having to find an excuse.

Time flies.

In short, if Lin Yuan is at school, he will continue to be involved with the two girls.

They would occasionally bump into each other on campus, and Lin Yuan would naturally introduce them to each other in a very generous manner.

After all, they just chatted normally at school during the day, and dating is not allowed in college, so of course they wouldn't refer to them as their girlfriends when introducing them.

Xiang Nanfang was somewhat better, but Chang Xingyu had some complaints.

However, this did not stump Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan made up a token excuse, saying that Xiang Nanfang's father was a provincial or municipal cadre, and many things in the company had to go through him, so he needed his help. Sure enough, Chang Xingyu didn't say anything more after that.

Time flies, and it's June 1988.

Lin Yuan and Chang Xingyu graduated from their senior year of college, and his book "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" was finally officially released in major bookstores.

Lin Yuan received ten books as a gift from the publishing house, but all of them were given away.

Tomorrow, Lin Yuan is going to Chang Xingyu's house to meet his parents, and he plans to buy a copy of his own book, "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty," from Xinhua Bookstore as a gift.

He had heard that Chang Xingyu's father was also a professor at a university, so giving him a copy of his own book would be the perfect gift.

Chang Xingyu has been in a relationship with me for so many years and has given me the most precious thing a woman can have. It would be unreasonable not to accompany her to meet my parents.

As for the wedding, it will naturally be postponed for as long as possible.

He walked into Xinhua Bookstore.

The light gray terrazzo floor is as clean as new, the books on the wooden bookshelves are neatly arranged, the glass counter is sparkling clean, and the warm yellow lights make the bookstore feel cozy and orderly.

Lin Yuan used to frequent this bookstore, but after starting university, he mostly borrowed books from the school library and rarely came here anymore.

He was searching for "Those Things of the Ming Dynasty" among the bookshelves when he suddenly heard a commotion ahead.

Lin Yuan wasn't one to join in the fun, but a scene from the original drama suddenly flashed through his mind, prompting him to walk forward.

He squeezed through the crowd and saw a female employee lying on the ground, convulsing.

She had a high nose bridge and a cool, aloof air about her. She was very beautiful, but her condition at the moment was truly terrible. Her body was trembling uncontrollably and her face was pale.

A group of people stood around, stunned and unsure of what to do.

Lin Yuan felt that this girl looked very familiar, and it seemed that she really was Sun Xiaomo from the original drama?
Thinking of this, Lin Yuan decisively took off his coat, gently covered her with it, then carefully picked her up and walked quickly toward the bookstore entrance.

Seeing this, Director Chen, who was half a step behind, was filled with regret.

(End of this chapter)