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

Chapter 293 A Battleground, Always Believe That Good Things Are About to Happen

Wen Ju'an's beautiful nose wrinkled slightly, and he pursed his lips, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt: "Then tell me."

Lin Yuan tapped the textbook in front of him and said slowly, "If you study hard now and get into a prestigious university abroad, can your mother stop you from studying abroad? By then, the world will be vast and your mother can't possibly control you across time zones."

Wen Ju'an's originally sparse eyebrows and eyes instantly came to life, bright as spring water, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and his pink lips slightly parted.

But the next second, Lin Yuan added, "Of course, you're not as hardworking as your mother, so it'll probably be hard for you to pass the exam. I think you shouldn't make things difficult for yourself."

"Hmph." Wen Ju'an snorted, her cheeks puffed up like soft peaches, her voice tinged with annoyance. "You have the nerve to talk back to me? Didn't you also boast that you'd make it to the Olympic finals in sprinting?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise, then he suddenly laughed out loud: "You know that too?"

Wen Ju'an pursed her lips, a barely perceptible blush rising at the tips of her ears, and muttered, twisting the hem of her floral skirt with her fingers, "They've already put it on the school bulletin board, it's hard not to know..."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow with interest, leaned closer to look into her eyes, and said playfully, "Who told you I was bragging? How do you know I can't do it? Maybe I can even win the championship."

Wen Ju'an shrank back in his chair and retorted, "Don't try to fool me. Your current grades are far from even the best in the country, let alone the world."

"You've studied me quite a bit." Lin Yuan chuckled, his expression suddenly turning serious, his eyes shining like stars: "Flowing water doesn't compete for the lead, it competes for its endless flow. Life is like a marathon, what does the success or failure of a moment matter? How do you know that two years from now, I won't be standing on that highest podium?"

Wen Ju'an was stunned by the brilliance that Lin Yuan displayed at that moment. His throat tightened, and he was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he came back to his senses, raised his chin, and retorted: "Then how do you know that I will not be able to get into a foreign university?"

Lin Yuan smiled confidently and extended his right pinky finger: "Here's the deal, if you can get into Jinling High School, you can ask for anything, and I'll fulfill all your requests."

Wen Ju'an bit her lower lip and hesitated for only half a second before finally extending her slender pinky finger and gently hooking it around his cool fingertip: "Deal."

The moment their fingertips touched, she quickly released them as if burned, but her heart inexplicably raced.

Like many young girls, Wen Ju'an was both disdainful and curious about young men. They could keenly sense whether a boy was harmless and gentle, and the answer was obviously yes.

Even her initial petulant bickering stemmed from her resentment that he hadn't visited her these past few days.

Because she was certain that Lin Yuan wouldn't hold it against her, she often did this, trying to derive some inexplicable pleasure from it.

Lin Yuan's gaze softened, and he nodded in satisfaction: "That's right. No matter what, it's wrong and the stupidest thing to do to rebel against your loved ones by hurting yourself."

He suddenly changed the subject, "Do you remember the article in the elementary school textbook called 'Burning Clouds'?"

Wen Ju'an subconsciously nodded his head slightly.

"Xiao Yun, the author of 'Burning Clouds,' has a life story that is even more fascinating than her book. Let me tell you her story."

Wen Ju'an unconsciously leaned forward, his clear eyes fixed on him.

Lin Yuan began to recount: "Xiao Yun was born into a landlord family. Her father, Zhang Tingju, was old-fashioned and conservative. He arranged a marriage for her with Wang Enjia and prevented her from continuing her studies."

Wang Enjia not only smoked opium, but also behaved in a dissolute manner.

In an act of rebellion, Xiao Hong deliberately went out in the dead of winter wearing only a single layer of clothing, which caused her to develop many health problems.

Xiao Hong's cousin, Lu Zheshun, fell in love with her. Encouraged by her cousin, Xiao Hong left home with her meager dowry and went to Yenching with him to study, where she enjoyed a short period of peaceful life.

But her good fortune didn't last long. By then, her cousin Lu Zheshun had a wife, and the Lu family cut off their financial support. The two of them fell into poverty and could only survive on moldy old steamed buns. In the end, Lu Zheshun abandoned her and returned to his first wife.

With nowhere else to turn, Xiao Hong had no choice but to return to Harbin to seek refuge with her fiancé, Wang Enjia.

Wang Enjia didn't hold her running away against her at all. He even bought her food and clothes and vowed to plead with her parents on her behalf.

Xiao Hong was very grateful for this. After the two lived together, Xiao Hong soon became pregnant. Just when she was about to give birth, Wang Enjia left without returning, leaving behind a large debt.

A pregnant woman about to give birth, already penniless, now burdened with debt—in those difficult times, one can only imagine how miserable her days would be. I won't go into the rest of the story, but it was incredibly tragic.

Wen Ju'an frowned and asked, puzzled, "Why did her fiancé leave her?"

"In fact, the two had already broken off their engagement at this point, and legally speaking, the fiancé was not required to take responsibility for her. Wang Enjia was a dissolute person by nature, perhaps to retaliate against Xiao Hong's departure, or perhaps he couldn't withstand the pressure from his family, or perhaps he simply stopped loving her."

Wen Ju'an's emotions were mixed because of Xiao Hong's experience. This story, which she had never heard before, was like a sharp blade that cut through her naive imagination of the world.

Lin Yuan continued, "I'm telling you this story to tell you that, firstly, you can resist, but you must do it in the right way. You can't use a negative approach to your own growth. So many people dream of having the opportunity to learn."

Second, ideals are lofty, but reality is harsh. Life cannot be separated from the necessities of daily life. Your mother has really sacrificed a lot to give you such a good life.

Third, do not believe only one side of the story, and do not view problems with subjective emotions. Sometimes, it is not about listening to what a person says, but about watching what a person does.

Fourth, a girl's body is very precious and should not be decided on a whim; it should be entrusted to the right person.

Perhaps in your heart, your mother has this problem or that problem, but her love for you is impeccable.

There are some things she doesn't say because she doesn't want to expose her raw, painful wounds, and also because she wants to preserve the image of certain people in your heart.

She's actually had a very tough time. You're still young and might not understand these things, or you might think I'm just pleading for your mother. That's okay. When you're older, I'll explain it to you slowly.

Wen Ju'an sat there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time, as if still trapped in Lin Yuan's words.

After letting her digest the information for a while, Lin Yuan reached out and turned the exquisite music box on the table.

The melodious and soothing music flowed gently, like a spring drizzle, softly moistening the stagnant air.

After listening to some soothing music with Wen Ju'an for a while, he picked up his textbook and patiently explained the questions to her.

As night deepened, Lin Yuan returned to Ma Suqin's house under the starlight.

The two continued to spar, and Lin Yuan naturally won a great victory. Ma Suqin had no choice but to request that they call a retreat.

On a weekend morning, Lin Yuan first accompanied Ma Suqin to visit He Qinghuan at a clothing store and gave her a set of Pechoin skincare products.

After all, they had received a warm welcome from Ma Suqin's family and had given them many local specialties. They were also relatives of Ma Suqin, so they had to take care of them.

After leaving He Qinghuan's place, the two went to the factory together.

The factory area was filled with the roar of machines, and the busy figures of workers moved about.

Lin Yuan carefully examined the production process and frequently exchanged suggestions for improvement with the technical staff.

In the afternoon, Lin Yuan returned to Sha Mao Lane and brought Qiao Sanli to Wen Xue's house.

Lin Yuan smiled and said to the two girls, Qiao Sanli and Wen Ju'an, "The weather is so nice, why don't you go out and play for a while? You can also go to the library and write an essay. I'll explain the key points of essay writing to you when you get back."

After sending the two girls away, only Lin Yuan and Wen Xue remained in the room.

The two exchanged a glance and walked into the bedroom without saying a word.

Wenxue laid out a yoga mat on the floor, and Lin Yuan began to help Wenxue practice yoga. He placed his hands on the back of her knees and slowly folded her legs in front of her body.

Wenxue bit her lip, trying her best to maintain the posture.

Next, Wenxue sat on the yoga mat with her knees bent, slowly leaning forward until her cheeks touched the cool mat and her buttocks were slightly raised.

After all, Wen Xue had never practiced yoga before, so she naturally needed the help of Lin Yuan, an outsider, to improve her flexibility.

Their bodies were naturally in close contact. "Hang in there a little longer," Lin Yuan encouraged.

Practicing yoga requires not only correct postures, but also sufficient practice time; otherwise, it is meaningless.

Fine beads of sweat had formed on Wen Xue's forehead, but with Lin Yuan's help, she gritted her teeth and persevered with the yoga poses.

Lin Yuan is still young, and when Wen Xue stands next to him, she is always afraid that she will look too old.

Although she is not yet forty years old, she hopes to make her body lighter and younger through exercise.

Wen Xue didn't want to grow old and faded so quickly; she wanted to stay with Lin Yuan for as long as possible, in better physical condition.

When the last stretching exercise was finished, Wenxue was still breathing heavily, and the stray hairs on her forehead were stuck to her flushed cheeks with sweat.

In those brief, fleeting moments of contact between the two, Wenxue's eyes were already brimming with affection.

The two hit it off immediately.

Wen Xue wore black high heels that accentuated her slender ankles, and her loosely tied tie hung diagonally, rising and falling with her gentle breathing.

She was a little confused, not understanding why Lin Yuan made her wear a tie. Lin Yuan just smiled and said that it matched her glasses well.

……

The room was quiet and comfortable. Lin Yuan held Wen Xue and lay lazily on the bed.
There was no rush to get up, since it would be a while before the two little girls returned.

Wenxue pressed her cheek against his warm chest, her thoughts gradually clearing, and began to ask about the important matter:
"What should we do about this? Should I write an article for you, or respond in the form of an interview?"

She's always remembered this.

As the newspaper's editor-in-chief, she had a keen professional sense and had already noticed the malice some media outlets harbored towards Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan sighed softly: "Actually, there is no complete solution to this kind of thing. Unless I reach the finals and win the championship at the Olympics two years later, the voices of doubt will only increase or decrease."

In today's environment, most people only care about winning gold medals.

Gold medals are the only measure of success.

In their view, they're all gold medals anyway, so what's the difference?

It's absurd to give up a ready-made gold medal and even challenge the final of the 100-meter sprint in track and field. It's utterly ridiculous.

When does reaching the finals count as a result?

Wen Xue nodded in agreement, her eyes showing concern, and said, "But we have to say something. Give those who believe in you and support you some encouragement and confidence, and don't let them be misled by those mindless bandwagon opinions."

Lin Yuan hooked his fingers around Wen Xue's loose tie, smelled the perfume emanating from her, and placed a kiss on her soft skin with a touch of force: "Give me paper and pen, I'll tell you what to write down."

Wen Xue let out a soft cry, closed her eyes in pain, her eyelashes trembled violently, and red marks appeared on her fair skin.

She propped herself up, the silk quilt slipping off her shoulders to reveal her alluring figure, and turned to reach for her notebook and pen on the bedside table.

"As the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. For me, failure is not unacceptable. When I can learn from failure and grow, failure is also part of success."

"Rather than the idea of ​​'I can't lose, I have to win,' I enjoy the joy that sprinting brings me. At that moment, whether I win or lose, it's a small success for me."

"Life is a marathon, and the successes and failures of a moment are not that important."

"No one likes to encounter setbacks and failures, but it is inevitable that everyone will encounter setbacks and failures."

"Since it cannot be avoided, we should face these pains head-on and let them shape us into better versions of ourselves."

"All the setbacks and failures you experience, even those seemingly meaningless ways of killing time, will become your important and valuable assets."

Life is long, so always believe that wonderful things are about to happen.

"I will fulfill the bold promise I made two years ago."

"Someone always has to win, why can't it be me?"

Lin Yuan spoke with resounding and philosophical words, but his fingertips were gently caressing her waist. Wen Xue was a little ticklish, and several times her pen slipped, drawing crooked lines on the paper.

After finally finishing writing, she slammed the notebook down on the bedside table and parted her red lips slightly: "I'll put all of your words on the front page tomorrow."

"So capable, no wonder you're the editor-in-chief." Lin Yuan kissed her red lips, then pulled her back into his arms, teasingly saying, "Tell me, have you ever done anything to 'abuse your position for personal gain'? Confess honestly."

Wen Xue's eyes flickered, and her red lips curved into a meaningful smile: "With your status as an Olympic champion, can't you even make a headline if you say something?"

When the two girls returned home, Lin Yuan and Wen Xue were already sitting on the sofa, chatting and laughing.

Wen Ju'an and Qiao Sanli simultaneously handed the essay to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan had no choice but to extend both hands and take the book with one hand.

He looked up at the two women and met their expectant eyes.

Lin Yuan muttered to himself: My children have never been to a battlefield of carnage.

What do you two kids mean by this?
Lin Yuan first opened Wen Ju'an's essay.

Wen Ju'an beamed with joy, while Qiao Sanli pursed her lips.

After reading it, Lin Yuan commented: "The plot is quite vivid, but the ending lacks some insight. You could use some famous quotes to elevate the story. If that doesn't work, you could make up a quote yourself and say it was said by me, Lin Yuan."

These words made the three women laugh.

Lin Yuan turned to Wen Xue and said, "Sister Wen, look at how fast Ju An is progressing. I think he'll surpass us and get into Tsinghua or Peking University."

Wenxue chimed in with a smile, "Then I'll have to give you a big red envelope."

Next, Lin Yuan didn't look at Sanli's essay anymore, but returned it. "I'll look at your essay carefully when we get back tonight."

Lin Yuan tutored the two girls in Wen Ju'an's room for a while longer, then had dinner at Wen Xue's house before leaving with Qiao Sanli.

After walking out of the building, Lin Yuan bent down and asked, "Are you a little unhappy that I didn't read your essay first?"

Qiao Sanli shook her head repeatedly, her voice slightly shy: "Brother, I'm not unhappy. It's just that Ju'an and I made a bet to see who you would look at first."

Lin Yuan gently pinched her nose and explained with a smile, "I read Ju An's essay first because she's an outsider. In such a small matter, I naturally have to consider her feelings, but when it comes to something truly important, the first person I think of is definitely you."

Qiao Sanli's eyes lit up instantly, and a bright smile bloomed on her face: "I am my brother's wife."

Looking at her innocent and carefree appearance, Lin Yuan couldn't help but chuckle. This little girl probably didn't know what his wife meant.

“The word ‘my wife’ is used incorrectly,” Lin Yuan explained to her, pinching her cheek. “In my eyes, you are different from everyone else; you will always be unique.”

P.S.: Sorry, Kashin-ho.

(End of this chapter)