How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 38

Chapter 38: The Vicious Ex-Boyfriend of the Impoverished Bigshot (Part 6)

Shen Zhou had made up his mind and acted quickly.

In a few days, he had negotiated the transfer of the small shop.

The business of the small shop was booming, and Shen Zhou had generously given out the source of his goods. Many people had come to him, and in the end, the price was very favorable.

The shop was finally transferred to the owner of the flour mill in the town. The owner’s surname was Zhou. Seeing that Shen Zhou was straightforward, and hearing that the two of them were leaving in a few days, he generously let them stay in the shop for the time being.

The weather was gradually getting warmer. For the entire month of June, Shen Zhou had been inquiring about the situation in the provincial capital.

He had heard that the progress of studying in the provincial capital was fast. He had bought the textbooks of the provincial capital for Yu Lin to study first. Worried that Yu Lin would not be able to keep up, he had also asked someone to buy several supplementary materials and find a teacher to tutor him.

The train ticket was booked for early July. The textbooks were getting thinner and thinner, but Shen Zhou did not seem to be in a hurry.

On the last day, he was about to leave the place where he had always lived. Yu Lin went to say goodbye to his teacher. When he came down from upstairs, he found Shen Zhou standing under a tree at the door, talking to someone.

He saw Yu Lin from a distance, and his features softened. “Have you packed everything?”

“En.” Yu Lin walked over and looked at the man opposite Shen Zhou who was playing with a string of beads. “Boss Zhou.”

Boss Zhou was the owner of the flour mill. He was fair and plump, and looked kind, but when he said he wanted to take over the small shop, no one in the town could compete with him.

He was playing with the beads, his expression a little strange.

In the end, he let out a light laugh and said to Shen Zhou, “I know. I’ll do as you say.”

Shen Zhou nodded. “Okay.”

Yu Lin looked at the two of them. Boss Zhou turned to look over and said with a smile, “The schools in the provincial capital are good. It seems that our Liuhe Town is also going to produce a university student.”

He didn’t know what he had talked about with Shen Zhou, but the man who had been cold a month ago was now indescribably close to the two of them.

Yu Lin smiled, and just as he was about to speak, he asked again, “Little Yu, have you found a school yet? I have some connections in the provincial capital. I can help you ask around.”

He intended to get closer. Just as Yu Lin was about to speak, Shen Zhou nodded and agreed. “Thank you.”

His expression was placid, and his attitude was natural. Boss Zhou immediately smiled and nodded. “You’re welcome.”

After the two of them had finished talking, Shen Zhou followed Boss Zhou out and did not come back until it was dark.

The sky was gradually darkening. Yu Lin was drawing on the first floor. He had just finished half of it when the bell at the door was blown by the wind. He looked up and saw a shadow walking over from under the dark tree in the distance.

Shen Zhou was tall, taciturn, and cold. He came over through the dim daylight, and his sharp features fell into the light.

He walked in, looked at Yu Lin, and his cold expression softened. He stepped up and came in. “You’re still not asleep?”

He put down the box in his hand. “I bought some snacks for the road.”

Yu Lin shook his head. “I’m not sleepy.”

Shen Zhou nodded, walked over, and ruffled his hair, telling him to go upstairs and sleep.

Just as he had raised his hand, his palm suddenly felt a warmth.

Yu Lin held his knuckle and asked with confusion, “Shen Zhou, is something wrong?”

They were leaving tomorrow. They had been preparing for a few days, and a “closed” sign was hanging on the door.

The shop was quiet, and the goods on the shelves were dimly lit and scattered.

Yu Lin had a drawing board on his lap. He looked up at him. Shen Zhou lowered his head and held his hand in return. “En.”

He thought for a moment and did not hide it. “Do you remember Wang Yong?” he said, “The one with yellow hair and a tattoo on his arm.”

Yu Lin said, “I remember.”

Shen Zhou’s expression was placid. “He wanted to cause trouble with some people. Someone wrote a report letter to the flour mill. I discussed it with CEO Zhou and decided to deal with him before we leave.”

Yu Lin paused for a moment and asked softly, “A report letter? Does CEO Zhou believe it?”

Shen Zhou looked at him, let out a low laugh, and did not ask if he had written the letter. He leaned down and kissed his eyelids. “He believes it. It’s fine. It’ll be fine after you wake up.”

Yu Lin blinked lightly.

Something did happen in the middle of the night. Yu Lin was still asleep when he suddenly heard a loud clamor from downstairs, and the faint sound of a police car siren.

Yu Lin’s eyelids moved slightly, and he was about to wake up when his eyelids were covered by a warm palm.

Shen Zhou sat up, his hand covering his ear, and said in a low voice, “It’s fine. Go back to sleep.”

A very faint smell of smoke came from the tip of his nose, and also a little sweetness of strawberry candy.

Yu Lin nodded unconsciously. He didn’t know if he was too sleepy, but he closed his eyes and fell asleep again, and he was not woken up until the sky was dimly lit.

The next day, the town was in an uproar. It was said that a few hooligans who had been harassing merchants with their numbers had been caught for arson.

At this time, Yu Lin and Shen Zhou were already on the train to the provincial capital.

Boss Zhou had personally seen them off. He had many industries and didn’t really care about this little bit of protection money, but he was optimistic about Shen Zhou and was happy to do him a favor.

It was a five-hour train ride. They had left at seven in the morning and were swaying from Liuhe Town in the direction of Ansui.

The road ahead was unknown, but the daylight was gradually getting brighter.

***

Ansui was the provincial capital of Jinnan, and also the most prosperous city in Jinnan.

There was countless wealth here, and also countless opportunities.

In the plot, Shen Zhou had come here alone and had gone through all kinds of hardships to become a business legend in Jinnan Province.

But at the beginning, all he had faced was a sea of people at the train station.

The green-skinned train had arrived in Ansui with a number of people far exceeding its capacity. The train station was full of people, and the sound was noisy. Because it was too crowded, even though Shen Zhou had tried his best to protect him, he was still dusty when he got off the train.

Yu Lin’s shoelace had been stepped on. He sat on a bag of luggage and tied it. Shen Zhou pressed his lips together, went out and rented a car. The driver came over to help and casually quoted a price.

It was several times more expensive than taking a taxi in the town.

Shen Zhou did not speak and took a taxi directly to the place he had rented. His aunt lived in the provincial capital, and with Boss Zhou’s connections, the house was supposed to be settled.

But after they arrived, another family had also taken a liking to the location and was negotiating with the landlord. The price they had offered was a little higher, and the landlord seemed to be a little moved.

This was an old house, but there were schools nearby. The family had a student with them. Shen Zhou listened to their analysis, said nothing, and took the house with a higher price.

After paying the rent, the savings in his hand were suddenly a layer thinner.

The house was very small and had been converted from an old house. There was only some simple furniture inside, but it was still clean.

Yu Lin followed Shen Zhou up the stairs with the key and stood in the dusty house with his luggage. When Shen Zhou came over, he was looking at the creaking window and smiled. “Shen Zhou, there are flowers planted here.”

Shen Zhou grunted, “En,” glanced at the withered grass, and walked over, and pushed his hair back.

The money he had saved in the town, when spent in the provincial capital, seemed to have become water that flowed freely.

Having learned his lesson from renting a house, Shen Zhou did not wait too long. He asked someone to inquire, and in the end, he paid some money and sent Yu Lin to a school in the provincial capital.

The provincial capital was much more developed than the town. There were art classes, but art classes were expensive. When they were discussing it, Yu Lin wanted to go to an ordinary class, but Shen Zhou stopped him.

“Shen Zhou, I can also study in an ordinary class.” When they were discussing it, the two of them were walking on the street. The streetlights were just beginning to light up, and it was indescribably brilliant.

The provincial capital was developing rapidly and had already become prosperous, but it was still very unfamiliar to the two of them.

Yu Lin was holding a bag of chestnuts in his hand. He peeled one and handed it to Shen Zhou.

Shen Zhou took the chestnut and placed it in his palm. His dark eyes looked straight over. There was nothing in them, but it also seemed to be reflecting the prosperous scene that was about to rise in Ansui.

He listened to Yu Lin’s words, was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, “Lin Lin, we won’t always be short of money. Go to the art class and do what you want to do. I have a plan.”

Shen Zhou’s tone was calm but very certain. His desire for control was always hidden under his placid skin and was not noticed by Yu Lin, but it was not non-existent.

Yu Lin looked at him, blinked lightly, and for some reason, he couldn’t say no.

And as Shen Zhou had said, he was not short of money for long, and he developed very quickly.

He was cautious in his work and had a unique vision. He could always quickly seize the market. The boss quickly promoted him and would often take him with him when he was talking about business. He gradually became busy.

When Shen Zhou was at his busiest, he could not go home to sleep for a month.

At first, neither of them was used to it.

They had no other relatives and were like each other’s other half. Their relationship was too close, and after they got used to it, the discomfort of being apart became more and more obvious.

One day, Yu Lin suddenly found that he couldn’t sleep. He opened his eyes, looked at the empty space by his side, and suddenly realized that his dependence on Shen Zhou had become an instinct.

He began to use painting to pass the time at night.

Sometimes, his craving for cigarettes would come on very suddenly.

It was a very unbearable craving. Yu Lin couldn’t help but frown slightly, and then he looked at the drawing board.

He was actually better at painting scenery and rarely drew people. But when he looked down, he found that the lines he had unconsciously drawn were all of Shen Zhou’s shadow.

He held the drawing board, and his throat itched. He suddenly wanted to smoke.

He opened the drawer, took out a cigarette, pushed the door open and went out. He sat in the corridor, and in the faint night wind, he held the cigarette and watched a very light wisp of white smoke drift by the door.

The moonlight was dim. Before he could finish a cigarette, he heard someone coming up the stairs.

Yu Lin lowered his eyes to look and met Shen Zhou’s gaze as he was coming up the stairs. The faces of the two of them were shrouded in the deep and cool night light. Shen Zhou’s eyelids were lifted, and his lips were pressed tightly together, and his expression was unreadable. Yu Lin looked at him, and for some reason, he was inexplicably a little guilty.

He stood up, blinked lightly, and asked, “Why are you back today?”

Shen Zhou looked at him, walked up, and Shen Zhou pinched out the cigarette in his hand and asked, “Are you uncomfortable?”

Yu Lin shook his head. Through the hazy moonlight, he felt the coolness that had been blown on Shen Zhou by the wind.

“No, I just suddenly couldn’t sleep.” Yu Lin shook his head and asked, “Why didn’t you stay at the factory and sleep a little more?”

He reached out and touched the hand that was hanging by Shen Zhou’s side.

He had taken a shower at night, and his body had a faint, fresh, grassy scent. Shen Zhou had smelled it as soon as he came over.

He reached out and took Yu Lin’s hand, and after a moment of silence, he said, “I couldn’t sleep either. I came back to see.”

“Me too.” Yu Lin looked up at him, and for some reason, the two of them let out a low laugh together.

They were two people who depended on each other, as if they were resonating on the same frequency to some extent.

In the second half of the year, the lives of the two of them gradually improved.

The winter in Jinnan Province this year was particularly cold, and until the beginning of spring, the river was full of ice floes that would not melt.

Shen Zhou’s factory had made a fortune this winter by selling scarves and gloves. The boss intended to cultivate him and had promoted him to a small leader.

Ansui’s manufacturing industry was well-developed, but Shen Zhou soon discovered that the fashionable styles here were not as good as in the big cities.

At his suggestion, their factory had gone against the crowd and had introduced new technology and styles. As soon as they were introduced, they had quickly become popular.

The boss saw him as a confidant. By the time Yu Lin was in university, Shen Zhou was already called CEO Shen when he was out.

Their home had also moved from an old house to a cleaner and brighter house. A few new housing estates had sprung up in Ansui. Shen Zhou had keenly sensed the potential and was planning to buy one.

With the opportunities of the times, Shen Zhou had quickly accumulated assets and was looking for every opportunity to move up.

Yu Lin was in a different situation at school.

Because of his outstanding talent, when Yu Lin had entered the school, he had been noticed by an old professor at the Ansui Academy of Fine Arts, who had been guiding him ever since.

The old professor’s surname was Lin, and he had a very high attainment in landscape painting. After a few contacts, he had intended to cultivate Yu Lin. Not only had he given him careful guidance, but he had also sent Yu Lin to participate in various competitions.

He intended to pass on his mantle to Yu Lin and let this disciple with good talent and temperament inherit his ideas on painting techniques.

There was a large osmanthus tree in front of the Ansui Academy of Fine Arts. When the osmanthus flowers fell, the few buildings in front and behind were filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

“My teacher taught me here in those days. He built our academy with his own hands.” The Ansui Academy of Fine Arts was a hundred years old. Professor Lin sat under the osmanthus tree with a teacup.

He was drinking tea and said to Yu Lin with a smile, “He first made me stare at the tree for a week, and then he asked me what I was looking at. I said it was a tree. He said I was wrong. It was life.”

Thinking of his late teacher, the professor smiled, with a nostalgia for the past.

He looked over, and Yu Lin nodded and said seriously, “Teacher, don’t worry. I know.”

The old man then walked away on his own.

Later, Yu Lin had passed under the tree countless times and had walked to the school gate to wait for Shen Zhou to come home.

In just a few years, the leaves of the tree had turned green, and the two of them were also completely different now.

Yu Lin couldn’t help but think that perhaps in this time when everyone was full of vitality and was rising with the wind, everyone who was running with the wind would reach their own destination.

***

Time passed quickly, and another year of winter had passed and spring had come. Yu Lin was in his third year of university. It was the anniversary of Ansui University. He was holding a list and was running around with his classmates for an event when someone suddenly came over and said that someone from his family was looking for him.

Shen Zhou was on a business trip recently. He would often come over, and the people who were familiar with Yu Lin also knew him.

Yu Lin followed his junior brother to the dean’s office with confusion.

“Yu Lin.” The dean was a friend of Professor Lin. He was holding the phone and waved at Yu Lin. “It’s a call from home.”

Yu Lin walked over and took the receiver. “Hello.”

“Hello.” Under the warm and cool sunlight of April, the voice from the receiver was cold. “Is this a family member of Yu Yida?”

The call was from the county hospital.

The other party said that Yu Yida had come back, with a lame leg, and was also sick. But he had no money for treatment and was on his last legs in the hospital, and wanted to see his son.

The town had Yu Lin’s contact information, and they had arranged for someone to call and ask Yu Lin if he would take care of it.

Yu Lin listened to the other party’s words, lowered his eyes slightly, and did not speak.

Yu Yida’s feelings for the original host were weak, and he had decisively abandoned him when he was in trouble.

But for the original host, the support of those years was also real, and he had wanted to see him again until his death.

This was the original host’s wish. Yu Lin held the receiver and nodded. “Okay. I’ll go back in a few days.”

The dean was drinking tea and nodded lightly when he heard this.

At night, Yu Lin called and told Shen Zhou that he was going back to Liuhe Town. Shen Zhou was on a business trip. After hearing this, he was silent for a long time and did not want him to go alone.

After careful consideration, he finally relented. “I’ll find someone to take you.”

He walked to the balcony of the hotel and said in a low voice, “Take care of yourself. Don’t worry about money.”

Yu Lin replied softly.

It was almost the weekend. Two days was enough for Yu Lin to go back to Liuhe Town to take a look, and it would not delay anything.

But things were unpredictable. The trip there was smooth, but on the way back, he encountered a heavy rain.

Two days later, Shen Zhou rushed back from the airport. What he saw was not Yu Lin, but the news of the flood in Jiangguan.

***

The rain had started at noon, without any warning.

As soon as it started, it was a downpour of bean-sized raindrops, which hit the car window with a patter, without any reaction time.

The driver had been hired by Shen Zhou and was very experienced. When he reached Jiangguan and saw the water rising, and his vision was blurry, he did not dare to go any further. He turned back and suggested, “Something’s not right. The road is too slippery and too dangerous. Why don’t we find a place to take shelter first?”

Yu Lin glanced out the window and, looking at the almost sinking black sky, he nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

Jiangguan was a necessary route. The road was very wide, and there were not many places to rest. The driver drove for a few hundred more meters before he found a village with a higher terrain.

Yu Lin and the driver stayed at the home of the village chief of Huangjing Village.

The rain, which they had originally thought would stop in a few hours, had been falling for a day and a night.

The next day, the village chief put on a raincoat and began to go from door to door to inform them that the rain might not stop, and the area below was flooded. It was a critical time, and everyone should save their food.

Yu Lin had not expected such a change. He stood under the leaking house and looked at the gray sky with his lips pressed together.

He was an art student, and under his white sweater was a pair of well-cut jeans.

The trousers were stained with mud in the pouring rain and had become dirty. He bent down, rolled up his trouser legs, and with his lips pressed together, he took the driver out to unload the only supplies on the car.