My Dear People · Moon Evening

No regrets, Zhongzi surpassed my garden.

-June 2016, 4

Spring in Beijing is still dry and cold, and the sun is always warmer than the air.

The classroom at Yali Middle School was filled with jubilation. Shen Xuan stared blankly at the Stanford Offer that had just been opened on the desk. I didn't dare to give Lin Yilin a call, because I was afraid that my hint would be too shameless. I really didn't expect that all the troubles in one month were no troubles.

The classmates who were watching were very excited, pushed his shoulder and said: "Xiaoxuan, you are really lucky, this time you have to treat me no matter what."

Shen Xuan's family was poor, but Lin Yilin gave him a lot of bursaries. Hearing this, he immediately smiled: "Okay."

"Senior Lin is really amazing. Not only has he helped so much, he can even handle the admission notice. When can we be like him?" Another girl held her hands and said, "And he is so beautiful. Come back to Beijing to see us."

"Like him? Just marry a husband like Chen Lu, can you?" Shen Xuan asked back.

"No..." The girl stuck out her tongue.

"Xiaoxuan, don't say that, Senior Lin himself is very good." His deskmate retorted.

"Hey, let's not talk about it. You didn't go to the United States, so you don't know anything." Shen Xuan opened the exercise book and wanted to do a few questions, but suddenly realized that there was no need for him to have an offer, so he smiled happily again: "Presumably Senior Chen Lu helped this time."

"What's the difference between the two of them? Poor Senior Lin, if news like that comes out recently, life must be bad. People nowadays are so gossip." The girl chattered about the recent sensational news: " However, those who clean themselves will clear themselves, and I believe the turmoil will pass soon."

"By the way, there seems to be an interview released today." The study committee member in the front row suddenly turned around excitedly, and secretly took out the IPONE to find the news video: "It's Chen Lu's."

As soon as the words were finished, a group of students crowded over to watch.

On the screen is Chen Lu coming out of a wedding banquet amid countless reporters and microphones. His fair skin against the well-groomed short brown hair still reminds viewers of a prince in a fairy tale. The stars and gold powder, under the spotlight, are as warm and moving as his smile.

"May I ask why Mr. Lin hasn't come out to work yet? Is it troubled by recent events?"

"Why didn't he attend the minister's daughter's wedding with you today?"

"I heard that Mr. Lin plans to return to China, is it true?"

Chen Lu was blocked by them. While moving towards the car with difficulty under the escort of the bodyguards, he simply replied: "His arm injury has not healed yet, how can he go to work? As for today, you are crowded like this again, I will take him out To hell."

The reporters were embarrassed to give up space, but the flashes in their hands still kept on asking, "What do you think of Mr. Lin's old news?"

Chen Lu managed to breathe a sigh of relief, straightened his tie and smiled at the camera: "He is still the most perfect person in my heart, and I love him forever."

With envious noises in and out of the video, the news came to an abrupt end.

The girl in the classroom said excitedly: "It's still so high-profile, that's great."

"It's class, what are you doing?" The math teacher suddenly walked into the classroom, patted the podium and said, "If you want to play after school, take out the textbook."

The chatter around Shen Xuan finally dissipated, and he stared blankly at the air, with an inexplicable absent-mindedness.

Perfect, forever, love.

These words are far away from his ordinary and immature life, but the power, money and power of the Chen Lu family were once within reach.

How does it feel to be utterly infatuated with by such a prince?

It should be more intoxicating than getting 100 points in the exam, being confessed by the class flower, getting admission qualifications to prestigious schools, etc., right?

Shen Xuan, who has always admired Lin Yilin, has to admit that the worldview he insisted on since he was a child has been powerless to change after he came to New York.

The arm injury gradually improved. After resting for a while, Lin Yilin finally showed his head and began to walk around in the outside world. Recently, there are many reporters who want to shoot news, so they have no choice but to bring bodyguards.

On this day, he first went to the design office to go through the formalities of canceling his vacation, and was arranged to continue working next week, so he changed his mind to drink tea in a small club attached to a nearby gallery.

It just so happens that there haven't been any exhibitions recently, and there are very few people nearby, so I can feel at ease and read novels.

Unexpectedly, just after reading two pages, the bodyguard approached lightly and reported, "Mr. Louki is also buying paintings here. I heard that you came and wanted to meet you, but the young master said..."

Lin Yilin was nestling on the soft sofa and didn't want to move. Although he knew that Chen Lu had blocked Leo in his heart, he still smiled and said, "Okay, it's okay."

The bodyguard nodded: "Yes."

It's not that Lin Yilin didn't suspect Leo about the unfortunate incidents of getting injured and having his past exposed before, but it's not this person that he didn't expect, and he couldn't figure it out.

Leo is as dignified and dazzling as ever, his clothes seem to be staged, his hairstyle is also meticulous, and his blue eyes are cold, which can't warm up even a smile.

He actually appeared with a plate of sweet strawberry pie, sat down and said, "You like sweets, and it just so happens that the chef has a new product, so I can go for it."

Lin Yilin had no choice but to put down the book, straightened up, watched his hands dexterously handling the beautiful food, and said for a while, "You haven't eaten with me before, how would you know?"

"Recently the whole world is on your news, it's hard not to see it." Leo handed him a plate of strawberry pie with a fork attached.

"What, did you enjoy watching?" Lin Yilin asked.

Leo didn't hide it: "Thinking about Chen Lu's sleeplessness, it's not bad."

Lin Yilin didn't say anything else, just took a bite of the dessert, and then smiled with dimples: "It's delicious, thank you."

His delicate and transparent face was extremely clean in the just right twilight of the tea room, without the vicissitudes of being hurt, nor the gloom of sorrow, pure and beautiful like an angel.

Leo frowned slightly: "No matter how much the public opinion is controlled, what you say is still hard to listen to. Don't you blame Chen Lu? I'm afraid he caused you trouble this time."

Lin Yilin still couldn't hide her smile: "I'm an old husband and wife, why do you say you hate such hypocritical words."

"I can't tell, you are really generous." Leo snorted.

Lin Yilin didn't know what this guy was doing, so he simply chatted, pointed to the Jin Yong novels on the table and asked, "Martial arts, have you read it?"

Leo shook his head doubtfully.

Lin Yilin turned to the chapter he just read, and said: "The name of this chapter is 'Don't Regret Zhongzi Over My Wall', which is taken from the Book of Songs 'Jiang Zhongzi Xi, Never Over my Wall', the original sentence means that there is love but there are difficulties , but the title of the chapter is because of love without suffering, it tells the story of a woman who chooses a man who hurt her without regret, for me, Chen Lu is like this."

"I don't regret that Zhongzi crossed my wall... Interesting." Leo curled his mouth and said, "Thank you Teacher Lin for teaching."

After speaking, he actually picked up his mobile phone and took a photo of Lin Yilin who was eating dessert.

Lin Yilin was surprised: "What are you doing?"

Regardless of his obstruction, Leo put away his mobile phone: "Just now we cooperated with Chairman Yan, and our two families acted a little closer, there is nothing wrong with that."

"No!" Lin Yilin knew without even thinking that Chen Lu would be angry and insisted on grabbing the phone.

Leo grasped his injured wrist reflexively, and said with a smile, "But this is a little too intimate."

Lin Yilin withdrew his hand in depression, regretting talking so much with this man he couldn't see through at all, and after thinking about the photo, it was nothing, so he stopped talking.