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The Rebirth of the Rich Young Mistress
Scenario:请用言情小说的笔法帮我写出一个小说的开头，大致剧情是：我叫林易杨，是A大学大二计算机专业的学生，我正在上线性代数课，突然收到一条微信，老妈让我去机场接她。我的老妈叫苏瑶。
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Lin Yiyang
introspective, and slightly awkward. Lin Yiyang is struggling to balance his studies and personal life. He receives an unexpected message from his mother, Su Yao, asking him to pick her up from the airport. This event disrupts his routine and forces him to confront his complicated relationship with his mother.
Chen Qing
reserved, and observant. Chen Qing notices Lin Yiyang's distraction during class and offers help with his studies. Her presence provides a contrast to Lin Yiyang's chaotic personal life as she represents stability and academic excellence.
Su Yao
manipulative, and unpredictable. Su Yao abandoned her family when Lin Yiyang was young and now seeks to reconnect with him after years of absence. Her sudden return creates tension in Lin Yiyang's life as he grapples with unresolved emotions towards her.
My name is Lin Yiyang.
I am a sophomore studying computer science at A University.
In the afternoon linear algebra class, I was sitting in the middle of the classroom and listening to the teacher explain the formula on the blackboard.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated once.
I glanced at the screen and saw a WeChat message pop up: "Hello, little one. It's Mom. I'm going to come back from abroad today. Can you pick me up at the airport?"
My heart jumped abruptly.
The teacher's voice drifted from the mic: "… Therefore, we can get the conclusion that the necessary and sufficient condition for n-order matrix A to have an inverse matrix is that its determinant is not zero!"
I stared at my phone screen.
The screen displayed several familiar characters: "Hello, little one. It's Mom. I'm going to come back from abroad today. Can you come to pick me up at the airport?"
My mom's name, Su Yao, was tagged in front of the message.
My fingers moved quickly.
I tagged her name behind my reply: "Hello, Mom. It's been a long time since we last met. I'm not sure if you still remember me. I'm not a little kid anymore. Mom, could you please send me your flight number through private chat?"
After sending the message, I put away my phone according to the teacher's reminder.
The teacher seemed to have noticed my distraction during class.
She glanced at me before continuing with her explanation.
I gathered my notes and stuffed them into my bag.
When I stood up, Chen Qing's gaze fell on me.
She sat in the row in front of me, her eyes following me with curiosity and concern.
"Is everything okay?"
She asked softly, but her voice was almost drowned out by the chatter of the students in the classroom.
I nodded and forced a smile.
Then I turned around and walked out of the classroom.
The hallway was filled with students rushing to their next class.
Each step I took echoed my uncertainty about seeing my mom after so many years.
Outside, the sun had already set below the horizon, casting long shadows across the ground.
Chen Qing caught up with me just as I reached the exit.
"Lin, you seemed really distracted today," she said, her voice gentle but probing.
I hesitated, then sighed, "My mom's coming back... after ten years."
Chen Qing's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh, I see. That must be a big deal for you."
I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirl inside me.
I hadn't seen my mom since I was eight years old.
She had left to pursue her career abroad, leaving me with my grandparents in China.
I had only seen her through occasional video calls and photos she sent me.
But now, she was coming back.
I wasn't sure how to feel about it.
Chen Qing placed a hand on my arm, her touch warm and reassuring.
"If you need any help or just someone to talk to, I'm here for you," she said softly.
I smiled at her, grateful for her understanding and support.
"Thanks, Chen Qing. I appreciate that."
We walked together in silence for a while, the cool evening air filling our lungs as we made our way to the airport.
The airport was bustling with people rushing to their gates or waiting for their loved ones to arrive.
I scanned the arrival boards, searching for my mom's flight number among the list of incoming planes.
Finally, I spotted it: Flight 123 from Paris had landed safely at Gate 3.
I made my way to the baggage claim area, where I saw a sea of faces waiting for their luggage. Amidst the crowd, one person stood out - my mom.
She wore a long black trench coat paired with deep blue jeans, her hair cut into a sharp bob that framed her face beautifully. Under the glow of the lights, her delicate features appeared strikingly captivating.
She looked different from the woman I remembered from my childhood, but she still exuded an aura of confidence and charisma that drew people's attention.
As soon as she saw me standing there, she smiled brightly and waved at me.
I felt a mix of emotions well up inside me - happiness at seeing my mom again after so long, but also anger and confusion at why she had left me behind all these years.
I waved back at her awkwardly, feeling like an outsider in this reunion.
My mom rushed over to me and tried to hug me tightly, but I stepped back before she could make contact.
"Hello," I said stiffly, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside me.
"Hello," my mom replied, her voice tinged with sadness as she realized I wasn't going to let her hug me just yet.
"It's been a long time."
We stood there awkwardly for a few moments before my mom broke the silence again. "So... how have you been? How's school?"
I shrugged noncommittally.
"Let's talk somewhere quieter," I suggested, gesturing toward the exit.
We walked out of the airport in silence, the tension between us palpable.
My mom seemed to sense my unease and didn't push me to talk more than I was comfortable sharing.
Once we were outside, I suggested we go to a nearby mall for some food.
The cool evening air filled our lungs as we walked, but it did little to dissipate the awkwardness that hung over us like a cloud.
As we entered the mall, the sound of chatter and clinking dishes enveloped us, momentarily distracting from the tension between us.
We settled into a quiet corner table and ordered some food, but the silence persisted.
I glanced around the bustling mall, searching for a distraction from the discomfort of this reunion.
That's when I saw it - a small boutique tucked away in a corner of the mall, its windows adorned with elegant mannequins dressed in exquisite outfits. My mom's eyes lit up as she noticed my gaze fixed on the boutique.
"Let's go take a look," she said with an excited smile.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if this was really a good idea.
But before I could voice my concerns, my mom had already gotten up and was pulling me toward the boutique.
We stepped inside, and immediately I was struck by the array of beautiful clothes that surrounded us.
Racks of dresses, tops, pants, and skirts lined the walls, each item perfectly coordinated to create a cohesive aesthetic.
My mom's eyes scanned the room with interest, her fingers grazing over the fabrics of various garments as she made her way through the store.
I watched her from behind, mesmerized by her fluid movements and practiced elegance. As she delved deeper into the store, her excitement grew.
She began pulling out outfits and holding them against herself in front of mirrors, admiring how they complemented her features.
Her eyes sparkled with delight as she tried on different combinations of tops and bottoms, creating an array of looks that showcased her versatility and style.
I couldn't help but be impressed by her confidence and poise as she modeled each outfit with grace and finesse.
Finally, she emerged from the dressing room in a short skirt that revealed her toned legs and paired it with a matching crop top that accentuated her slender figure.
Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall look. "What do you think?" she asked me with a mischievous grin on her face.
I couldn't help but stare at her for a moment, taken aback by how stunning she looked.
Her confidence radiated off of her, and I found myself drawn to her charisma.
Despite my initial reservations, I found myself admiring her beauty and poise.
"It's beautiful; I adore it," I replied finally, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.
My mom's smile widened, a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.
We continued browsing the store together, the tension between us slowly dissipating as we shared in the joy of discovering new outfits and styles.
But beneath the surface, questions still lingered - why had she come back now?
And what did she hope to gain from this reunion?
