yournovel Chapter 235 Lin Yourong, you truly live up to your reputation!
Chapter 235 Lin Yourong, you truly live up to your reputation!
Chapter 235 Lin Yourong, you truly live up to your reputation!
The crowd filed in orderly fashion.
Yu Huan took the lead, carrying a heavy fishing gear bag, and striding forward as the vanguard.
At the back of the group, Yu Chengcheng rode a large electric scooter, leisurely swaying along without having to walk.
Between the two of them, three adults were smoking and chatting.
President Xu took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke as he asked loudly, "Brother Yu, do you still have that bait from last time? Make sure you get me some later!"
The old man was gazing intently at Yu Huan's retreating figure.
A few days ago, after Yu Chengcheng's vivid explanation, I learned that Yu Huan is now a celebrity and has achieved quite a lot.
The more I look at this promising grandson, the more pleasing he becomes.
I hadn't seen him for a week, and seeing him today filled me with a sense of pride and joy.
However, now is not the time for a heart-to-heart talk.
Hearing President Xu ask from behind, he snapped out of his thoughts, nodded, and said, "Don't worry, Brother Xu. I saw there were a lot of people this time, so I brought all the bait from home."
Among the three adults, Old Lin, who was walking at the back, smiled and chimed in: "Uncle Yu, I heard from Brother Xu that you are a fishing master. As a novice, I have a lot to learn from you so that I don't go back empty-handed."
Upon hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "Three parts skill, seven parts luck. Little Lin, you're sure to come here fishing without coming home empty-handed. Beginners are more likely to catch big fish!"
President Xu wholeheartedly agreed and nodded in agreement: "That's right, it's quite a strange thing about fishing that a novice can catch a big fish."
The old man's cigarette burned, wisps of smoke drifting into his eyes with a gentle breeze.
He tilted his head slightly to avoid the smoke and said as he walked, "Experienced fishermen are too particular, which makes big fish more wary and less likely to come into the fishing spot to bite."
Old Lin laughed after hearing this: "There's such a saying? Then I'll just go ahead and fish with my head covered, maybe I can catch a big fish."
With his hands empty and his steps extremely leisurely, President Xu said, "You still need to have some skills, otherwise it's no fun to wait for half a day just to catch a big fish."
"I learned while fishing this time, just randomly casting and letting the big fish bite on their own." Old Lin paused with a smile, then continued, "Next time I'll try to catch a big fish not by luck, but by skill."
Yu Huan led the way, listening quietly.
These people are all eloquent and articulate, so there's absolutely no need for him to smooth things over or warm up the atmosphere.
The adults chatted happily, one after another, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
They didn't stop when they reached the riverbank, but led them upstream.
A short while later, they arrived at a deserted shore.
Slightly out of breath, Yu Huan casually placed his heavy, large fishing tackle bag on the dry, muddy grass.
Not long after.
Apart from Yu Chengcheng, who brought the old man over but was just there for show, everyone else had finished their preparations.
Everyone took their positions and began casting their lines.
President Xu, the old man, Lao Lin, and Yu Huan's fishing spots were arranged in order, with each spot about two or three meters apart.
Yu Huan turned her head and saw that Lin's father was frowning as he hung up the old man's homemade dough bait.
He pursed his lips, as if holding his breath, and after casting his line, quickly squatted down on the riverbank to wash his hands.
To be honest, if Yu Huan hadn't witnessed the bait-making process firsthand, he probably would have felt like he was touching excrement while kneading the bait.
It feels a bit sticky.
And the smell was absolutely awful!
Suddenly, Yu Huan heard the old man raise his voice to decline.
He turned his head and saw President Xu standing next to the old man, handing him a fishing rod with a box still in its packaging.
"Brother Yu, I don't need this pole anyway, so you can keep it," Director Xu advised.
The old man raised his palm and pushed it outwards, saying, "Brother Xu, you're being too polite. It makes me feel a little embarrassed."
Old Lin also glanced at the scene and joked, "Uncle Yu, my older brother here has plenty of fishing rods at home. One more or one less won't make a difference. Most of my fishing rods are just things I casually took from him."
President Xu chimed in, "That's right. I've been leaving this fishing rod lying around in a corner. It's just sitting there anyway, so I brought it over specifically for you. It's a good way to make the most of it."
After hearing these words, the old man could only accept them.
He smiled and thanked him, saying, "Alright, it would be too much of a formality for me to be any more polite. Thank you, Brother Xu."
"Oh, no need for thanks." President Xu waved his hand and then sat back down at his fishing spot.
The old man lowered his head and squinted as he carefully examined the words on the packaging box: "8H19 action, 6.3 meters, and it's Shimano. Brother Xu, I usually fish for small fish in the wild to cultivate my mind, so I'm afraid I'll rarely use such a stiff rod."
"You rarely need it, but I never need it," President Xu joked.
These words immediately made the old man burst into laughter, and he gently placed the fishing rod on the fishing tackle bag beside him.
In a relaxed and pleasant conversation.
Yu Chengcheng also curiously approached the old man's side. She squatted down and examined the fishing rod closely.
President Xu noticed Yu Chengcheng's actions and turned to look at her.
His gaze then fell back on the fishing float on the river, and he said with a smile, "Brother Yu, your granddaughter has a baby face, but she's really tall. She looks about the same height as Yu Huan."
Upon hearing this, the old man suddenly sighed: "It's just that he's too tall, making it difficult for him to find a partner."
Hearing them suddenly bring up this topic, Yu Chengcheng quietly got up and slipped away.
She strolled over to the electric scooter parked not far away, went to get them bottled water and tangerines, and then prepared to run home.
President Xu glanced back at Yu Chengcheng's retreating figure and asked the old man curiously, "Where does your granddaughter work?"
“She’s still studying,” the old man replied.
"You should be graduating from university soon, right?"
"I'm about to graduate with my master's degree." The old man said, suddenly raising his rod and lifting a small crucian carp directly out of the water, flying it to his feet.
The first fish came ashore, struggled a few times on the ground, flicking its tail, and then lay still.
Old Lin, who had been listening to their conversation, suddenly changed the subject in surprise: "Uncle Yu, didn't you say she was a few months younger than Xiao Yu? A student who skipped a grade?"
The old man casually removed the fishing hook, deftly tossed the crucian carp into the fish basket beside his feet, and then said leisurely, "She skipped two grades, went to Wudaokou for her undergraduate degree, and is now pursuing a master's degree at Columbia University in the United States. She's just back for a winter break to relax for a while."
"Uncle Yu, you truly deserve to be called the former principal. Your grandchildren are all outstanding! You are so blessed!" Old Lin praised sincerely.
The old man chuckled, rebaited the rod, cast it into the water again, and replied, "Xiao Lin, you're not bad either. You've raised such an excellent daughter. My grandson is also thanks to you."
Old Lin was completely unaware that the old man only had a superficial understanding of his daughter, and that these words were more of a compliment.
He nodded slightly and smiled, saying, "My daughter is very picky. If Xiao Yu weren't so outstanding, she definitely wouldn't have chosen him."
President Xu chimed in, "Xiao Yu and You Rong are both outstanding individuals, very excellent."
They got along very well.
Old Lin turned to look at Yu Huan, who was sitting on the far right.
Yu Huan was holding her phone, staring intently at the screen, as if deep in thought.
Little did they know, Yu Huan was sweating profusely as he typed, explaining to his daughter:
"Creative work doesn't necessarily require personal experience, right? Recalling my youth, innocent love is also a part of youth! I want to emphasize this! Although I haven't experienced it in my life!" After typing the words, he didn't rush to click send.
Instead, he read through Lin Yourong's message again, word by word: 'Darling, I read the lyrics you wrote. Besides Fang Yuting, is there some other ex-girlfriend, or rather, first love, back in your hometown that I don't know about? Tell the truth!'
Then, Yu Huan carefully checked her typos to avoid making a huge mistake from a single word. She changed "步份" to "部分" before clicking send.
He was utterly speechless.
He couldn't help but wonder to himself, why does Lin Yourong always like to imagine all sorts of things?
'You haven't experienced it, yet you can write so profoundly and vividly?' Lin Yourong's message popped up instantly, tinged with doubt.
Upon seeing the message, Yu Huan lightly tapped the message editing bar, and the nine-key keyboard immediately popped up, ready to reply.
However, Lin Yourong's message followed immediately: 'Hmph! You better be telling the truth!'
Seeing that she had tactfully moved on from the matter, Yu Huan frantically typed on the screen: 'Absolutely true! May I be struck by lightning if I'm lying!'
After typing the last exclamation mark, he looked up at the sky and saw the rising sun blazing like fire, the sky clear and cloudless. Only then did he feel relieved and click send.
The surroundings were quiet, with only a gentle breeze brushing past my ears and the murmurs of the adults nearby.
In a flash.
Yu Huan felt a thud on her left shoulder.
He was instantly jolted awake from his intense concentration, his heartbeat seemed to slow down a beat, and he was genuinely startled.
Turning around, he saw Yu Chengcheng wearing a straw hat, carrying a large plastic bag in one hand and a bottle of mineral water in the other. It was she who had poked his shoulder with the bottom of the mineral water bottle.
"Huan-ge, have some water." Yu Chengcheng smiled and handed over a bottle of mineral water.
Seeing this, Yu Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
Completely unable to react, he turned sideways to take the water bottle and said in a strange, drawn-out voice, "Thank you—Orange."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chengcheng rolled her eyes.
She walked over to Old Lin, carrying a plastic bag, and called out, "Uncle Lin," as she took a large bottle of mineral water out of the bag.
"Eh."
Old Lin, sitting on the stool, turned his head and instinctively reached out with his left hand to receive it.
Suddenly remembering the lingering stench on his hands, he switched to his right hand, which hadn't touched the bait, and casually asked with a smile:
"What's your name?"
“Yu Chengcheng, Cheng as in clear and bright.” Yu Chengcheng let go of the bottle opening and replied with a smile, “My brother has already taken Xiao Yu’s place, Uncle Lin, just call me Xiao Cheng.”
"Okay, thank you very much, Xiao Cheng." Old Lin placed the bottled water at his feet.
"You're welcome!"
Yu Huan's phone vibrated slightly.
His gaze shifted from Yu Chengcheng, who was delivering water to each person, and back to the screen.
A moment later, Lin Yourong replied to him: 'Just make sure you're telling the truth; no need for oaths or swearing.'
Yu Huan smiled and teased, "Are you afraid I'll get struck by lightning and you'll be a widow then?"
'Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!'
Yu Huan looked at the message Lin Yourong had sent, her fingers flying across the screen: 'Do you like this song?'
I just clicked send, and when I glanced up at the float, I saw it slowly rising and lying horizontally on the surface of the water. This means that the fish has most likely already taken the bait.
He quickly switched his phone to his left hand, grabbed the fishing rod on the stand with his right hand, and pulled his arm back to set the hook.
The rod trembled slightly, and the feeling of a fish hooking him immediately told him that it was a small crucian carp.
At the same time, the phone in my hand vibrated.
Because he was in a hurry to chat with his wife, Yu Huan put his phone in his coat pocket and pulled it out of the water. When he saw its size, it was indeed only about half a pound.
He deftly removed the hook, stood up from the stool, and placed it in the fish basket next to Lao Lin.
Old Lin glanced at the scene and laughed, "This crucian carp is big, it looks like it weighs at least half a pound."
"More or less." Yu Huan smiled brightly.
He quickly returned to his fishing spot, baited the hook, and cast his line in one smooth motion.
After washing his hands, he sat down, took out his phone from his pocket, and unlocked it to check the message from Lin Yourong.
"I love it! I listened to it over and over on the plane, I couldn't put it down! The whole song rhymes with 'an' and 'a,' blending elements of youth, love, dreams, growth, and regret. It can even be interpreted from many angles; it's really like a modern poem!"
"No wonder she's the most beautiful girl in the School of Marxism, she got a perfect score on reading comprehension!" Yu Huan joked.
The so-called "watching it again and again" probably means nitpicking the details, thinking he has some old acquaintances in his hometown, right?
"Huh? How do you know this? But all this talk about the 'campus beauty' is just something made up by bored people!" Lin Yourong seemed indifferent to this title from her university days.
Yu Huan smiled slightly, then sent a message: 'I can't wait to hear my wife sing "The Wind Rises."'
'I really wish I could drop everything and record this song right away. The lyrics, music, and arrangement are all fantastic! Darling, you're amazing!'
Yu Huan finally couldn't help but chuckle softly: 'So, all you can think about right now is recording songs, and you don't even think about me?'
"..." Lin Yourong quickly sent another message: "Of course I miss you!"
'Lin Yourong, that's so fake!'
'I think about you every day, believe it or not! And when we parted in Guangzhou, you didn't show the slightest sign of reluctance. You're the one who should be missing me!'
Yu Huan carefully considered the hint of reproach in her words.
I couldn't help but facepalm.
Lin Yourong, you're truly amazing! You're so imaginative and detail-oriented!
Fortunately, she is usually quite understanding and doesn't make a fuss.
I feel that this part is really a bit hard to argue with.
So he decided to take a different approach and go for real: 'Fine, you come to Xingcheng tomorrow, and see if I'll miss you. I guarantee I'll cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide!'
"Pfft! You're lucky you can even cry, let alone threaten to hang yourself."
'Am I really that cold-hearted in your eyes?'
"No, that's not it! Honey, I have to get going when we get there, bye!"
'Okay, honey, you go ahead with your work.'
Yu Huan pressed the power button and was putting her phone into her outer pocket when she heard a strange, off-key voice coming from her right ear:
"Okay, honey, you go ahead and do your thing."
He turned his head and glanced through his sunglasses at Yu Chengcheng, who was silently disappearing like a ghost.
Somewhat speechless, he said, "If you're so bored, bring your fishing tackle bag from Grandpa's, and I'll pack a fishing rod for you and give you something to do."
"Okay." Yu Chengcheng nodded slightly: "But I'll just fish for a few minutes and then go back to sleep. I didn't fall asleep until 1 a.m. last night because I was watching dramas."
(End of this chapter)