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

Chapter 112, "A River of Sorrow Flows Backwards," begins filming.

The next two weeks.

Lin Yu experienced firsthand what it meant to "bring glory to one's ancestors".

Du Yinghui and Lin Shuhan talked about it to everyone they met in the neighborhood.

How did you know my Lin Yu was back?

How did you know my Lin Yu was on Hunan TV's New Year's Eve Gala?

"How did you know that my Lin Yu's drama 'Phoenix Prisoner' is airing on Hunan TV?"

At first, the neighbors would say, "I didn't ask."

Later, everyone got used to it, and when they saw Lin Shuhan walking over, they would just say, "Old Lin, your Lin Yu is really amazing!"

Lin Shuhan would nod in satisfaction: "That's right, look who your son is."

On the day of the Spring Festival, the family gathered together for the New Year's Eve dinner.

The table was laden with dishes.

Braised pork ribs, steamed sea bass, poached chicken, dumplings, spring rolls, eight-treasure rice—a whole table full of Lin Yu's favorite dishes.

"Eat more, eat more." Du Yinghui kept piling food into Lin Yu's bowl, which was now piled high with food. "You definitely won't eat well outside."

"Mom, I'm eating well. I can cook for myself."

"Can homemade food be any different? No restaurant food tastes as good as homemade food," Du Yinghui said, picking up another piece of pork rib. "Eat more meat, look how skinny you are."

"Mom, I'm really not thin."

"Not thin? Look at your face, you've gotten so thin!" Du Yinghui looked at him with concern.

"Are you too tired from filming? Let me tell you, your health is the most important thing. As long as you have enough money to live on, don't push yourself too hard."

"Mom, I understand."

"By the way," Du Yinghui suddenly changed the subject, "Xiaoyu, did you have a girlfriend in college?"

Lin Yu paused for a moment as he picked up some food.

"No," he said without changing his expression.

"No?" Du Yinghui clearly didn't believe her.

"You and Meng Ziyi acted so well in 'Grade One Graduation Season,' were you two—"

"Mom, that's just acting."

"Acting? I don't think so." Du Yinghui curled her lip. "The way you looked at that girl, it didn't seem like acting."

"It really was an act."

"What about Bai Lu in 'Untouchable Lovers'? You two played husband and wife, and in the wedding scene, did you actually kiss?"

Lin Yu almost dropped his chopsticks.

"Mom, did you see it?"

"Of course I watched it! I watched every single episode you acted in!" Du Yinghui said confidently.

"Your dad watched it too. He watched it even more attentively than I did. There was one episode where you didn't appear, and he was so angry that he almost called the TV station."

Lin Shuhan coughed and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't."

"You didn't? Then who was it that said Lin Yu wasn't filming today? What's Hunan TV up to?"

Lin Shuhan stopped talking and buried his head in his food.

Lin Yu couldn't help but laugh when he saw his father's "righteously guilty" expression.

"Mom, that's all acting, it's not real."

"I know it's acting," Du Yinghui said.

"But I think Bai Lu is pretty and has a good personality. She'd be a good match for you. Why don't you consider her?"

"mom----"

"And Li Yitong, I saw the behind-the-scenes footage of you guys in 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' she was really nice to you too."

"mom----"

"And then there's Tian Xiwei. I see she often comments on your Weibo posts. That girl is also very sweet-looking."

"Mom, that's enough." Lin Yu put down his chopsticks, looking helpless. "Your son needs to focus on his career right now and doesn't want to date."

"Career, career, all you ever think about is career," Du Yinghui rolled her eyes at him. "When am I ever going to be able to hold my grandson?"

"Mom, I'm only 21."

"What's wrong with 21? I was already pregnant with you when I was 21!"

Lin Yu was completely speechless.

The meal was barely finished amidst Lin Yu's repeated "Okay, okay, fine, I know, I know."

After the Spring Festival, the Lantern Festival also passed.

Lin Yu stayed at home for more than ten days.

All I do every day is eat and sleep.

Occasionally, my parents would drag me to visit relatives during the Lunar New Year, where I would be subjected to their "celebrity evaluation."

"Wow, Lin Yu has grown so tall!"

"Even more handsome than on TV!"

"You sing so well, could you sing a song live?"

Lin Yu would always smile and say "next time, next time" before quickly changing the subject.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the family sat on the balcony watching the moon.

"Xiaoyu," Lin Shuhan suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"Take good care of yourself while you're out there."

"Dad, I know."

"Come home when you're tired, there's always a bowl of rice for you at home."

Lin Yu looked at his father's profile. The streetlight shone on his face, revealing gray hairs at his temples.

"Dad, why don't you and Mom move to Kyoto? I can take care of you," Lin Yu said.

"No," Lin Shuhan shook his head. "We're perfectly fine here, why would we go to Kyoto?"

"Live with me, and I'll take care of you."

"We don't need you to take care of us. We can take care of ourselves." Lin Shuhan looked at him. "You go out and develop your career well. Don't worry about us. This is our home. We're comfortable staying in our hometown."

"But----"

"No buts." Lin Shuhan interrupted him. "You're out there working hard, and we'll take care of things at home for you. Come back when you're tired; this is your home."

Lin Yu remained silent for a long time before nodding.

"it is good."

The day after the Lantern Festival, Lin Yu received a call from Sun Yonghuan.

"Xiaoyu, filming for 'Cry Me a Sad River' will begin in Haicheng in three days. You'll go there a day early."

"Yes, Mr. Sun."

Lin Yu hung up the phone and started packing his luggage.

Du Yinghui stood to the side.

She watched him stuff clothes into his suitcase, her eyes reddening slightly.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Lin Yu asked.

"It's nothing," Du Yinghui wiped her eyes. "I just can't bear to see you go."

"I'll be back in a few months."

"A few months?" Du Yinghui pouted. "You said a few months last time, but you haven't come back for half a year."

"This time it's for real. I'll come back as soon as I finish filming the movie."

"You're just kidding me," Du Yinghui said, taking a bag full of snacks and fruit from the kitchen. "Take this with you, eat it on the way."

"Mom, I can buy it myself."

"What you bought yourself is different; this is what I prepared for you."

Lin Yu took the bag and looked at its contents.

These are all foods he loved to eat when he was a child.

"Mom, thank you."

"Don't thank me, I'm your mother." Du Yinghui patted his shoulder. "Take good care of yourself out there."

"I see."

Lin Yu picked up his suitcase and walked out of the house.

When he got downstairs, he looked back.

His mother stood on the balcony and waved to him.

Lin Yu waved his hand, then turned and walked into the spring breeze.

Three days later, in Haicheng.

Lin Yu arrived in Haicheng a day early and checked into the hotel arranged by the film crew.

The hotel is located near the Haicheng Film and Television Base. It is a four-star hotel with good facilities.

The film crew booked the entire fifth and sixth floors of the building, where the actors all stayed.

Lin Yu's room was on the sixth floor. It was a single room, but it was very spacious and had a small living room.

The biggest highlight is that bed.

It's a full two meters wide; you could lie on it and roll three times without falling off.

"This bed is nice," Lin Yu muttered to himself, leaning his suitcase against the wall and pulling back the curtains to look at the scenery outside.

Outside the window is a residential area, and not far away on the street, pedestrians and vehicles come and go, full of life.

He was looking out the window when his phone suddenly rang.

Upon picking it up, I saw it was Tian Xiwei.