Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 111: The Stubbornness of Adolescent Boys
After briefly experiencing her happiness, Zhao Jinmai broke free from her mother's embrace.

I composed myself and silently memorized my lines.

Adults' emotional management begins with learning to quickly switch facial expressions.

I studied hard on my own.

Grow up quickly.

I long for the adult world.

After becoming an adult, you can enjoy your mother's love without being restricted by her.

Jiang Yang's first stage performance is complete.

Next comes the second phase.

Zhao Jinmai is already immersed in the role of Zhang Xiaoyu's stepmother.

She put down the script, stood up, walked over, shoulders relaxed, chest slightly hunched, and clasped her hands together to check it, speaking in clear and standard Mandarin:

"Hello teacher, I'm sorry, I'm Zhang Xiaoyu's mother."

The lines and posture were exactly the same as when she acted alongside Hu Xianxu before.

In the formal performance, Zhao Jinmai acted very properly.

I'm afraid of unintentionally showing favoritism to someone, and I'm also afraid that changing the performance will affect the other person's state.

After speaking, Zhao Jinmai looked at Jiang Yang.

The role has already been given to Jiang Yang. Whether Jiang Yang can handle it and how he performs it are up to him. I am just playing a supporting role.

Unlike Hu Xianxu, Jiang Yang didn't give Zhao Jinmai a cold glance before quickly turning away and saying, "You are my stepmother."

He didn't speak immediately.

They used body language.

His shoulders were tense, his body turned to the side, slightly away from Zhao Jinmai, and his arms were crossed over his chest.

Zhao Jinmai sensed that Jiang Yang didn't want to face her directly.

The fact that his toes were unconsciously pointing in her direction indicates that he subconsciously relied on her.

At the same time, he clutched his clothes with his fingers, revealing his unease, and after several seconds he called out bitterly, "Mom."

After saying that, he deliberately avoided looking at Zhao Jinmai.

He glanced at Zhao Jinmai's reaction out of the corner of his eye.

She both dislikes her stepmother and, in her uneasy environment, clings to her stepmother as a lifeline, hoping she can help her.

Zhao Jinmai stepped over, pointed at Jiang Yang, and said, "You still know how to call me Mom? How have I always raised you? Do you think you're behaving like this?"

Jiang Yang's lips curled down, and his neck stiffly turned to the side, avoiding eye contact with Zhao Jinmai.
"Say what you will, I didn't ask you to come."

This was followed by a short, gradually fading breathy sound, a soft muttering, with a trembling ending:

"You were never my real mother."

Zhao Jinmai, who had walked up to Jiang Yang, suddenly stopped; "Then I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Jiang Yang's shoulders slumped, his eyes reddened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhao Jinmai's clothes.

"What?" Zhao Jinmai asked, frowning.

Jiang Yang pouted and didn't say anything, but his eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He shook the hand that was holding Zhao Jinmai's clothes and then let go.

It was as if they were afraid Zhao Jinmai would leave again.

He no longer turned his body slightly away from Zhao Jinmai.

Turn around.

He unconsciously reached out to grab the hem of her clothes again, but then pulled his hand back in resistance.

Wang Jun nodded in satisfaction.

If Zhang Xiaoyu's disgust for his stepmother is portrayed in this stage, then it's considered passing.

Jiang Yang not only delivered a convincing performance, but his portrayal was even more nuanced and profound than Hu Xianxu's.

You can sense that Zhang Xiaoyu's aversion isn't to his stepmother as a person, but rather to the unease that comes with being a stepmother.

At the same time, she longed for her stepmother to protect her.

Like a cat with its fur standing on end, it clearly wants to be petted, but first it extends its claws.

Zhao Jinmai scrutinized Jiang Yang, took his hand in hers, and examined both the palm and the back of his hand: "Are your hands injured?"

"No."

"What about other places?" "Nothing much, just that I got hit on the head by a chair. My head is hard."

Zhao Jinmai stared wide-eyed for a second, then pressed Jiang Yang's head to examine him carefully: "Do you have a bump on your head? ...Tell me if you feel uncomfortable anywhere. No matter what you did wrong, I will definitely stand by your side. We are family."

Jiang Yang hunched over, letting Zhao Jinmai roughly and urgently press down on his head to check his injuries.

The gestures used to check the wound were more motherly than any of the lines.

He said curtly, "I'm fine."

Zhao Jinmai turned around, shielding Jiang Yang behind her, drawing Wang Jun and Huang Lei's attention to herself, and bowed in apology.

"This wasn't something Xiaoyu deliberately caused, but my child was also injured, and I want to make it clear that we are willing to take responsibility..."

Jiang Yang didn't react much while listening to Zhao Jinmai speak.

Jiang Yang's spine stiffened vertebra by vertebra as he watched Zhao Jinmai stand in front of him and bow to Wang Jun and Huang Lei.

Unconsciously took half a step forward, then came to an abrupt stop.

They wanted to stop it, but dared not.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he wanted to defend himself.

His gaze was fixed on his stepmother's bent back, which was protecting him.

Suddenly, I saw the true shape of dignity.

Finally, he held his breath, took a step forward, silently slung the bag strap that had slipped off Zhao Jinmai's shoulder when she bent down to apologize back onto her shoulder, grabbed Zhao Jinmai's arm, and squeezed out a breathy sound through gritted teeth:
"Mom, we didn't do anything wrong, why are you bowing to them..."

Zhao Jinmai was bowing halfway when her arm was suddenly pulled, causing her to lean forward due to inertia and then abruptly stop.

Jiang Yang's reaction was unexpected by Zhao Jinmai.

It's different from the one Hu Xianxu played.

Previously, when she acted with him, Hu Xianxu simply stood behind her without moving or speaking, and his breathing was heavy.

After she finished her lines and shed tears, the scene was over.

If you act out a formulaic performance, you'll likely do the same thing.

Jiang Yang gave a new response.

Of course, I have to take over the role.

Zhao Jinmai straightened up and turned her head to look at Jiang Yang.

His gaze quickly scanned Jiang Yang's face.

She noticed that Jiang Yang's expression was no longer tense.

Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably.

Protruding masseter muscles cause sunken cheeks.

Exhale with a slight nasal tone and a suppressed sob.

His nose was bright red, the veins on his temples were bulging, and his eyes were glistening.

The tears of teenage boys are like a faucet that has been turned on to its tightest point and then suddenly bursts.

He gently grasped her arm, as if afraid that if he squeezed too hard he would hurt her, and also afraid that if he didn't squeeze hard enough he would make her back bend.

His initial aversion to her has transformed into his current self-loathing.

Growing in silence.

I finally saw her good qualities and also realized my own willfulness for the first time.

The unspoken apology became the repeated bobbing of the Adam's apple.

When faced with Jiang Yang's gaze, Zhao Jinmai immediately immersed herself in the role of the stepmother.

I could feel the emotions of the stepmother character.

That feeling of trying hard to be good to one's stepson, yet resenting that the stepson doesn't appreciate it.

Now, even her stepson is thinking of her.

Even if you are not related to the other person by blood.

Blood ties are in the birth certificate, love is in the choices we make day after day.

Zhao Jinmai's hand, which was about to touch his hair, hovered in mid-air before finally landing on Jiang Yang's shoulder, afraid that her actions might provoke him.

With her other hand, she secretly gripped the bag strap, her nose twitching slightly as she breathed: "What do you know? Just stand still, don't say anything, just bow. It's a simple thing, Mom has a thick skin."

She softened her voice, feigning ease: "It's good that you're not hurt... What would you like to eat when you get home tonight? I'll make you braised pork, you like that."

(End of this chapter)