The overly proactive 95-generation actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry

Chapter 111 Going Home! Some People Are Pretending.

These past few days, Lin Yu has been living a life of "playing with her during the day and sleeping with her at night."

day.

He took Li Yitong to visit various tourist attractions in Kyoto.

The Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, the Temple of Heaven, the Great Wall, Houhai, Nanluoguxiang—I've been to every place I could go.

Li Yitong felt that everything was new and she wanted to film everything.

Lin Yu became the full-time photographer, and the number of photos on his phone increased from dozens to hundreds, with more than three hundred photos of Li Yitong alone.

"Little Lin, I closed my eyes for this one, let's retake it."

"My expression didn't look good in this one, let's reshoot."

"The lighting in this photo is too dark; let's reshoot."

"My face looks a bit big in this picture, let's retake it."

Lin Yu held up his phone.

He patiently reshot each image without complaint.

It wasn't that he had a good temper, but rather that every time Li Yitong said "retake," she would kiss him on the cheek as compensation. As the kisses continued, Lin Yu even started to deliberately take bad shots in order to get more "compensation."

The two walked down the street, though they didn't hold hands or link arms.

After all, Lin Yu is now a somewhat well-known actor, and he might get recognized.

Tomorrow's trending topic will be "Lin Yu's relationship exposed".

But that natural understanding and closeness cannot be hidden.

Passersby can't help but take a second look when they see them.

It wasn't because I recognized Lin Yu, but because the two of them standing together looked so good together.

A boy who is over 1.8 meters tall, with delicate features and a refined demeanor.

A girl who is about 1.6 meters tall, gentle and sweet with a graceful figure.

The two of them walking together looked like they were filming an idol drama.

An older woman even came over and asked, "Young lady, are you filming a TV drama? Which channel is it on? I want to watch it when I get back!"

Li Yitong blushed when asked the question and quickly pulled Lin Yu away.

Back at her accommodation that evening, Li Yitong "transformed".

During the day, she is a gentle and intellectual older sister; at night, she is a "little glutton."

And this cat is especially good at being affectionate.

Every time Lin Yu wanted to rest.

She came closer.

She nuzzled his chest with her head and meowed.

Then she blinked her big, watery eyes at him.

Lin Yu was always completely under her thumb.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

Li Yitong ate Lin Yu's refrigerator completely clean.

He rolled his sheets until they were all crumpled.

It filled his heart to the brim.

The afternoon of the third day.

Lin Yu drove Li Yitong to the train station.

In January, the wind in Kyoto is very strong, and it feels like a knife cutting your face.

Li Yitong was wearing a beige down jacket.

She was wearing a light gray scarf, and her hair was a little messy from the wind, but she still looked good.

The two stood at the entrance of the station. Li Yitong was pulling her suitcase, and her eyes were red.

"Little Brother Lin, I'm leaving." Her voice was choked with emotion.

"Okay, be careful on the road, and text me when you arrive," Lin Yu said.

Li Yitong put down her suitcase, opened her arms, and hugged Lin Yu tightly.

She hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to embed herself into his body.

She buried her face in his chest, tears streaming silently down her face, soaking his sweater.

"I'll miss you," she said, her voice muffled.

"I'll miss you too," Lin Yu said, gently patting her back.

The two hugged for a long time before Li Yitong finally let go, wiped away her tears, and looked up at Lin Yu.

"Wait for me to come back."

"it is good."

She turned around, dragged her suitcase, and walked into the waiting room.

As she reached the door, she turned back for one last look, waved to Lin Yu, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Lin Yu stood at the entrance, watching her figure disappear. He stood there for a while before turning around and leaving.

This parting is now over, and who knows when we'll meet again.

Lin Yu didn't return to his rented apartment in Kyoto, but went directly to the train station and bought a ticket back to his hometown.

Lucheng, the capital city of Anhui Province, is neither in the south nor the north; its winters are freezing cold and its summers are unbearably hot.

Lin Yu was born and raised here, entered the Beijing Film Academy from here, and went on to explore a bigger world from here.

When the train arrived at the station, it was already past 8 p.m.

Lin Yu dragged his suitcase out of the station exit and immediately saw his mother standing in the cold wind.

Du Yinghui, wearing a red down jacket and her signature floral scarf, held up a sign that read, "Welcome Lin Yu home!"

Lin Yu's lips twitched.

"Mom, what are you doing?" He walked over quickly, took the sign from his mother's hand, folded it up, and stuffed it into his suitcase.

"I'm picking you up!" Du Yinghui said matter-of-factly. "My son is a big star, of course he deserves to be treated with respect!"

"What big star? I'm just an actor," Lin Yu said helplessly.

"So what if he's an actor? Actors are stars too!" Du Yinghui grabbed Lin Yu's hand and looked him up and down. "You've lost weight. Have you been eating poorly?"

"I didn't lose weight, I actually gained two pounds."

"Gained weight? Where? I can't see it." Du Yinghui looked you over again. "Your face is still so thin, and your chin is still so pointed. Look at you, you look so much worse than on TV. You look much better on TV."

"Mom, are you praising me or making fun of me?"

"Of course it's a compliment!" Du Yinghui said with a smile. "My son looks so good on TV. People in our neighborhood all say you look like your mother when she was young."

Lin Yu fell silent.

He clearly looks like his father.

The taxi drove for half an hour before arriving at the residential area where Lin Yu lived.

Before he even went upstairs, Lin Yu heard a familiar voice coming from the stairwell.

"Hey Lao Lin, your Lin Yu's back? I just saw a taxi out the window!"

"I'm back! I'm back! My wife went downstairs to meet me, she'll be right up!"

"Let me tell you, I listen to Lin Yu's song 'Farewell to the Nine Gates' every day, it's so moving!"

"That's right! Don't you even know whose son he is!"

Lin Yu walked into the building and saw his father standing at the door.

Lin Shuhan was wearing a dark blue cotton-padded jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a smug smile on his face.

When he saw Lin Yu, his eyes lit up, but he quickly reverted to his "my son is just so-so" expression.

"You're back?"

"I'm back."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"I ate it, I ate it on the train."

"Will the food on the train be enough? Your mom made you some stewed ribs, have some more later."

"it is good."

The family went inside.

Du Yinghui went to the kitchen to heat up the ribs, while Lin Shuhan sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

The TV was showing a rebroadcast of Hunan TV's New Year's Eve gala.

"Dad, let's change the channel," Lin Yu said.

"Change what? I haven't finished watching yet." Lin Shuhan stared intently at the screen.

On the screen, Lin Yu is standing on the stage singing.

The spotlight shone on him; he was wearing a black suit, looking both refined and handsome.

Lin Shuhan watched TV, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, but he quickly suppressed it and pretended to be calm as he spoke.

"Hmm, you sang alright, a little better than last time."

"Just a little?" Lin Yu asked.

"How many more points would you like?" Lin Shuhan glanced at him sideways.

Lin Yu smiled.

He knew his dad was faking it.

Sure enough, the next day, Lin Yu witnessed what "pretending" really meant.

In the morning, before Lin Yu was fully awake, he heard someone calling from downstairs, "Old Lin, going to buy groceries?"

"Go! Come right now!" Lin Shuhan's voice came from the balcony, full of energy.

Then, Lin Yu overheard his father's conversation with the neighbor.

"Old Lin, is your Lin Yu back?"

"I'm back, I'm back. I arrived last night."

"Wow, your Lin Yu is a big star now! I saw him on TV, he sings so well!"

"That's right, don't you even know whose son he is?"

"By the way, what was the name of the song your Lin Yu sang at the Hunan TV New Year's Eve Gala?"

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"Memories of Leaving the Nine Gates"! Go back and listen to it, it's really good! My Lin Yu sings it!

Lin Yu pulled the blanket over his head and smiled helplessly.

All right, as long as you are happy.