Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 116 He went back to his hometown looking like a human being.

"Did you steal my vegetables?" Jiang Yang replied.

"I didn't steal anything. I didn't even log into QQ Farm today."
"That's Zhao Jin's wheat cake. Not only did she steal my vegetables, but she also stole my eggs and put worms in them. How childish!"
Yang Chaoyue sat up straight and sent a message: ["Seriously, Yang-ge, no jokes."]
[“I’m not kidding, you can really sign the contract that Li Nuo asked you to sign privately today.”] Jiang Yang replied.

Yang Chaoyue frowned and thought for a while.

A faint frown line appeared between her brows as she typed a message: "If I sign up, I'll only get money, no character."
A dozen seconds later, Jiang Yang replied: [“Only children make choices; adults want it all.”]
Can you do this?

Isn't that taking advantage of Li Nuo being a well-behaved child?
She typed the message: [“Your heart is blacker than machine oil in a textile mill!”]
Open QQ Farm and sneak into Jiangyang's vegetable garden.

Successfully stole a vegetable.

She gently bit the inside of her lower lip, secretly amused, and continued messaging Jiang Yang: [“Brother Yang, was the role of Rose already decided for me?”]
["Yes."]
really!

Yang Chaoyue suddenly realized.

My thoughts instantly became clear.

It turns out that Yang not only bypassed the information screening process, but also the audition process.

No wonder she didn't take the contract that Li Nuo signed for her seriously.

It's likely that neither Li Nuo nor her mother knew that Brother Yang had already decided on the role for himself.

As for how it was decided?

Jiang Yang didn't say anything, and she wouldn't ask.

I took myself on this trip specifically so that I could experience the audition process on set, gain some experience, and have a general idea of ​​what it's like.

In the adult world, there is no right or wrong, only advantages and disadvantages.

The rules for this audition were all set by Yang Ge.

Yang Ge's abilities... are unfathomable.

Driving a Corolla worth 10 yuan, he easily gets roles that even a Mercedes-Benz E-Class worth 45 yuan can't achieve.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, I made the right choice.

Trust Yang Ge unconditionally, you can't go wrong.

[“Yang-ge, what are you doing?”] Yang Chaoyue sent another message to Jiang Yang.

A few seconds later, the screen lit up with a blue light, and a reply appeared: ["Playing QQ Farm, stealing Zhao Jinmai's vegetables and eggs."]
"Did you steal it?"
[“She has a dog that bit me. What a bad kid.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Guess what I’m doing?”]
["What are you doing?"]
[“I’m looking at your photos from your non-mainstream era. My phone has an auto-save function, hahaha.”]
"You're bad too."
After 2 hours.

Yang Chaoyue still couldn't sleep, not because he was confused, but because he was excited.

Because I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow.

They brought their father over, had him sign a contract, and provided his household registration book, health certificate, and guardian's consent form.

Going to my hometown, Wanggang Village in Yancheng, Jiangsu, requires taking the train and transferring, which is quite troublesome.

Jiang Yang planned to drive directly to pick up his father, which would be more efficient, and he would be responsible for giving directions.

at the same time.

Jiang Yang was sitting at his desk, having just finished an English test, when his phone received another message from Zhao Jinmai: [“Calling Zhang Xiaoyu, this is Jin Qinqin.”]
It's not Northeastern dialect?
Jiang Yang replied: ["Zhang Xiaoyu received."]
A few seconds later, Zhao Jinmai sent a message with a strong Northeastern accent that practically overflowed the screen: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yang replied: ["I'm calling Jin Qinqin's mom to report you for not doing your homework and secretly playing on the computer."]
[“Who are you trying to fool? How do you have my mom’s phone number? Don’t give me that nonsense, what are you doing tomorrow?”]
"Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, of course we're going to have fun! Surely no one has to do exams on New Year's Eve, right? That would be awful."
In a hotel suite.

Zhao Jinmai covered the mouse with her sock to keep quiet.

Unconsciously holding my breath causes me to sneak in a breath every now and then.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from the back of my neck, but I dared not wipe them away.

The toes curled up like eagle claws inside the slippers.

My eyes darted around the light and shadows in the master bedroom, afraid that my mother would get up.

Looking at the message Jiang Yang sent, I suddenly felt like I was looking in a mirror.

Unfamiliar with computer keyboard layouts, she used two index fingers to hover over the keys, typing slowly and silently: [“My mom’s going back to school tomorrow for some business, and I’m so bored, where are you going to have some fun with me?”]
The news has passed.

Zhao Jinmai kept glancing towards the door, waiting for Jiang Yang's reply: ["You have to promise that you won't tell anyone about my unconventional past."]
"Yes, it's the designated one."
After sending the message, Zhao Jinmai smiled with anticipation.

She covered her mouth, afraid to laugh out loud.

Swallow your saliva in small sips to reduce the noise.

It's a wonder Jiang Yang is an adult; he believes what a child says. He's so easily fooled.

The master bedroom suddenly lit up.

Zhao Jinmai's smile vanished instantly.

Skillfully unplug the computer host cable, turn off the monitor, and remove the sock covering the mouse.

Sitting at my desk, I end my brief period of rebellion.

Get back into study mode.

Hu Lin, still half asleep, pushed open the door and went to the bathroom.

When I came to the living room, I found my daughter still sitting at her desk writing her test papers, and my heart ached.

He pressed his right knuckles against his lower lip to suppress a sigh, leaving a white mark on his lips.

He walked towards Zhao Jinmai, and when he was almost beside her, he suddenly stopped and leaned forward slightly.

Withdraw it with restraint.

I wanted to get closer, but I was afraid of disturbing my daughter.

Studying is no easier for children than working for adults.

Noticing that the thermos on her desk was empty, Hu Lin poured herself a cup of hot water.

"My dear, you must be exhausted." She came to Zhao Jinmai's side and kissed her.

Zhao Jinmai remained silent.

He just shook his head silently.

He was trying to suppress a smile.

I can't help but laugh when I think about what I'm going to do tomorrow.

But as the five test papers were taken out of Hu Lin's bag and spread out on the desk, Zhao Jinmai could no longer smile.

"Honey, Mom has to go back to Shenyang tomorrow. Finish these homework assignments quickly, Mom will check up on you when she gets back."

Hear the words.

Zhao Jinmai's shoulders slumped as if crushed by an invisible weight.

He replied to his mother with a tired, breathy voice, "Okay."

Hu Lin hovered her fingers above her daughter's head, wanting to stroke her, but in the end only dared to lightly brush her hair:

"Now is really not the time to play around, honey. Getting good grades is more important than anything else. There will be plenty of time to play later. Where does the motivation come from without pressure? Mom has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. Do you think I can fool you?"

Zhao Jinmai continued to mutter to herself in a breathy voice, "I understand..."

His speech was slow, gradually lowering until the last word disappeared into his breath. He knew his mother meant well.

I wanted to smile at my mom, but I couldn't manage it.

Like a rubber band stretched to its limit.

The seemingly smooth curves are filled with rebellious and defiant potential.

With a weary, stressed expression, he said, "Even if I need to rest, I have to finish these papers before I can even take a nap."

"Oh my, my daughter is so adorable."

……

The next day.

12 month 31 day.

As soon as it was light, Yang Chaoyue bought breakfast for Jiang Yang and mopped and swept the floor.

Wash the dirty clothes.

The kitchen is clean.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Jiang Yang's Corolla and watching it drive out of the Fuli residential area, Yang Chaoyue still felt a sense of unreality.

In the past, every year during the Spring Festival, I would carry large and small bags of luggage and brave the crowded vehicles of the Spring Festival travel rush to return to my hometown.

I got off the train at the station and waited for my father to pick me up on his motorcycle and take me back to Wanggang Village.

Seeing the increasingly deep wrinkles around my father's eyes when he smiles at me makes me feel sad.

In the village, I feel envious when I see others returning in cars.

There are still two months until the Chinese New Year.

Being able to ride back to my hometown in a car was something I never even dreamed of before.

She became the person she used to admire.

It was all thanks to Yang Ge that I got these opportunities!

Jiang Yang parked the car on the side of the road, opened his phone's navigation, and casually asked, "By the way, Chao Yue, did you bring Huang Lei's autograph?"

"I brought it! I also brought Li Nuo's autograph!"

"Li Nuo's autograph is also there?"

"Yes."

Yang Chaoyue smiled brightly: "You taught me that feelings are feelings and interests are interests. Refusing to sign her contract doesn't stop me from getting her autograph. Maybe Daddy will like it, maybe my sister will like it, hehe."

He realized this was the road back to his hometown.

Yang Chaoyue's toes trembled slightly involuntarily, the frequency matching the rhythm of the music playing in the car.

When Jiang Yang stepped on the gas, she leaned forward slightly, as if that would make the car go faster.

"Chaoyue, where is your hometown again?"

“Wanggang Village, Wanggang Township, Dafeng District, Yancheng, Jiangsu Province”

Yang Chaoyue spoke clearly, enunciating each word distinctly as he announced his hometown.

He casually mentioned in Yancheng dialect, "Brother Yang, the drunken snails from my hometown are famous. I'll go to the river to catch snails, pick out the clean ones, and make sure they've spat out the sand. Then I'll have my dad cook them for you. His cooking skills are much better than mine."

Although he didn't understand some of the words, Jiang Yang could understand the overall meaning and laughed, "You're making my mouth water."

A ding-dong sound.

A QQ message from Zhao Jinmai rang on my phone: [“Yang-ge, my mom went out. When are you coming to pick me up to go out and play?”]
"I'm busy right now, but I'll definitely come back next time," Jiang Yang replied.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“You're kidding me! I'm going to let the entire cast and crew of ‘A Little Reunion’ know that you used to be a punk rocker!!!”]
Log out of QQ.

Determine navigation and positioning.

A female voice notification sounded on the phone: "Gaode Maps is navigating you to the vicinity of Dafeng District, YC City. The entire journey is approximately 300 kilometers and is estimated to take 4 hours. Please travel along the Shanghai-Kunming Expressway and pass through the Shenhai Expressway. We wish you a pleasant journey."

Yang Chaoyue sent a message to his father: ["Dad, I'm home."]
Put down the phone.

After chatting with Jiang Yang for a few minutes, Yang Chaoyue gradually fell silent.

She watched the neat white factory buildings flash by on the right side of the car window.

One by one, female workers in gray-white uniforms came out of the blue iron gate in groups to buy breakfast, their steps unsteady, tired and numb.

Some are fatter than me, some are shorter than me, some have shorter hair than me, and some are taller than me.

Each one is like that version of yourself who gradually became numb amidst entertainment and work.

It also represents the self before meeting Yang Ge.

Heavy trucks lined up to turn, kicking up dust.

As you enter the highway entrance buffer zone, the road suddenly widens to six lanes.

The journey transitioned from the densely packed industrial areas of Songjiang District to the urban-rural fringe where undeveloped land was readily available for sale.

The last glass-walled building disappeared from the rearview mirror.

The vehicle followed the ETC lane and entered the expressway heading home to Yancheng, Jiangsu.

The phone beeps.

I received a text message reply from my dad: ["It's okay if you don't make money, Dad will take care of you, my little girl. Make sure your bed is warm and cozy at home. Last night I dreamt you were little and had a fever and chills, and I woke up in a panic, only to realize you weren't home when I reached for the covers, hahaha."]
My father can't speak Mandarin, but he can read and type. The messages he sends are in the accent of Wanggang Village in Yancheng, and he only knows how to use commas, not periods.

In casual conversation, she calls herself "Yatou" (丫头), but when discussing serious matters, she calls herself "Alou" (阿喽), both meaning "daughter."

Sometimes I also call myself Yueyue.

Looking at the text message I sent, I realized that I might have typed an extra word because I was too excited.

The original message was "Daddy, I'm going home," but it ended up being "Daddy, I want to go home."

Yang Chaoyue felt a lump in his throat as he reread his father's reply.

His fingers suddenly gripped the seatbelt, and a slight twitch in his lower eyelid caused his eyelashes to cast swaying shadows.

I have 1 yuan in savings this time, which can be used to treat my father's back injury.

Having a celebrity's autograph allows family members to show off.

She wore a light-colored dress made of 699 polyester fiber, instead of a textile factory worker's uniform.

My hair is no longer as dry, frizzy, and brittle as it used to be.

There was no lingering smell of engine oil on his body.

These are things I never dared to imagine when I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year.

Finally, I returned to my hometown, looking like a normal person.
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P.S.: Thanks to the author of "Assassination Novelist" for the 500 Qidian coins. I can add a sausage to my instant noodles tonight.

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