Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 126 Sacrificing Companionship for the Future
After Yang Chaoyue explained, Jiang Yang understood.

He held the porcelain bowl containing half a bowl of coconut juice in both hands: "Uncle Yang, please sit down. You're too kind. One thing at a time. You are my elder. I am not worthy of such a position."

Yang Shimin, disregarding everything, clinked bowls with Jiang Yang.

The rim of the bowl was pressed down, lowering Jiang Yang by half a finger's width from the bowl's edge.

He downed the wine in one gulp and then served Jiang Yang a bowl of rice.

It's really hard to swallow one's pride to treat one's juniors like this.

But what does a little face matter when the other party can bring a bright future to my daughter?

Now, aside from losing face, I can no longer help my daughter.

Jiang Yang truly felt unworthy of such a favor.

If Huang Lei were to do this to him one day, Jiang Yang could accept it without question, because he knew that he must have given the other party enough benefits.

Yang's father treated her this way simply out of gratitude for her taking care of Yang Chaoyue.

Did I really take care of Yang Chaoyue?
To be precise, it was Yang Chaoyue who made himself who he is today.

If it weren't for being reborn, if it weren't for having a cheat code, if it weren't for being able to extract attributes from Yang Chaoyue, I would just be an ordinary, mundane person.

From the very beginning, his motives for approaching Yang Chaoyue were not pure.

Accepting favors from wealthy people is something you earn through your own abilities.

All relationships are transparently priced, which gives people peace of mind.

Jiang Yang was overwhelmed by Yang's sincerity, simplicity, and profound kindness.

He straightened his back, his collarbone slightly protruding, swallowed, and said, "Uncle Yang, I will do my best to make your daughter the pride of the whole village!"

"Let the whole country know that a little girl named Yang Chaoyue came from Wanggang Village, which is full of saline-alkali soil."

The courtyard fell silent.

Yang's father grinned.

No wonder he's a boss who can pay his daughter 5,000 a month; he talks about the whole country.

This young man is quite the braggart.

Yang Chaoyue sat to the side, grinning foolishly, having drunk some baijiu (Chinese liquor), his cheeks flushed.

Yang might have been just being polite, or he might have meant it.

In short, you must demonstrate sufficient value to avoid being replaced.

Friendships are friendships, and interests are interests; this is a truth I've learned in society.

Father swallowed his pride and offered Yang a drink and a meal, only to receive a verbal promise in return.

Only by demonstrating his core values ​​can Yang Ge lead himself to a longer-term future.

and so.

Yang Chaoyue was very clear about it.

Even though I'm home this time, I really want to stay a few more days.

If you beg Yang Ge, he will most likely agree.

But I can't do that.

Seeking temporary comfort may give others an opportunity to take advantage of your vulnerability.

Hardworking people are everywhere.

There are plenty of girls who are prettier than me, more educated than me, and more obedient than me.

Having endured bitterness for so long, all I want to do is hold onto the sweetness tightly, unwilling to share even a tiny bit with anyone except my own family.

Selfishness or self-interest.

When I returned to my hometown, I realized that I had really changed.

They became ruthless, daring, and determined to climb the ladder step by step.

Therefore, when Jiang Yang suggested that Yang Chaoyue stay at home for a few more days, Yang Chaoyue refused.

They could refuse without any psychological burden.

I understand that this is exactly what Yang, the boss, wants to see.

Be ruthless to others, and even more so to yourself.

But when they finished eating and he and his father cleaned up the table, and his father asked him to stay in their hometown for a few more days, Yang Chaoyue hesitated for several seconds without saying a word.

I couldn't tell my father about my situation, afraid that he would worry about me.

If it were me in the past, I would have been very interested in telling my father about being called into Li Nuo's Mercedes car and being offered 10 yuan to sow discord between her and Jiang Yang when I got home.

I want my father to praise me.

Now she won't say a single word to her father.

Yang Chaoyue squatted in front of the wooden basin used for washing dishes, repeatedly wiping the same plate.

The shinier the plate, the more unfamiliar I feel with myself.

In the rippling cold water is the face of Yang Chaoyue, the factory worker who drowned.

Yang Chaoyue turned his head to look at his father who was clearing the table and smiled, "I'm busy with work now, but I'll be back for the New Year soon."

Yang's father grinned, revealing deep laugh lines, and raised his voice: "It's good to be busy."

Done.

He slowed down his wiping of the table.

Avoiding Yang Chaoyue's gaze, she looked down at the table and said in a slightly breathy voice, "It's good to be busy."

Yang Chaoyue took his father to the town hospital for a physical examination and bought him some new clothes. When they returned, he handed the signed agreement, along with photocopies of his father's ID card and household registration book, to Jiang Yang.

Two hours passed in the round trip.

Jiang Yang sat in the driver's seat of the Corolla, checked the agreement signed by Yang Shimin, and took out his phone to check the time.

It was already 3 p.m.

Look out the window.

Yang Chaoyue was in the courtyard saying goodbye to his father, muttering something incoherently.

I won't get involved in this kind of thing; I wouldn't understand it anyway.

A tricycle slowly drove by, its horn frequently playing the sound of exchanging an old cell phone for a kitchen knife.

My neighbor, Aunt Wang, was emptying the water from washing the pot into the ditch by the door, and there were two spinach leaves stuck to the bottom of the basin.

The muffled hum of the feed mill's grinder continued two kilometers away.

The afternoon sun shone through the plastic greenhouses in the fields, casting wavy patterns of light on the concrete ground. My phone beeped with a message notification.

Zhao Jinmai sent another QQ message: ["This time you're really not fooling the kid, are you? You'll definitely take me out for a walk around six or seven o'clock, right?"]
Jiang Yang typed: [“Just kidding, I got my hands and face licked by a dog.”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“What’s wrong with letting a dog lick you a couple of times? Are you trying to fool a kid again?”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: ["The kind of mutt that eats shit really fiercely."]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Oh my god, that’s a really strong oath. Okay, I’ll wait for you guys and get you some good stuff.”]
After sending the hotel room number to Jiang Yang, Zhao Jinmai's QQ profile picture turned gray again.

The passenger side door was opened.

Yang Chaoyue sat down, his eyes slightly red.

Pretend to adjust your seatbelt while bumping your elbow against the window to create a noise that masks the gasping sound.

Just about to speak.

The words were on the tip of her tongue when she realized her voice was trembling slightly. She cleared her throat and said in a tight voice, "Brother Yang, I'm all better. Let's go back to Shanghai."

Jiang Yang turned the key, started the car, and put it in reverse.

They noticed that Yang Chaoyue's emotions were not right at this moment.

This allowed Yang Chaoyue to experience and remember this emotion.

In the future, when acting, if you need to portray the emotion of tears, you can easily express this feeling by using the memory displacement.

Yang Chaoyue turned his head to look.

Father, wearing the new clothes he bought in town, stood by the crooked willow tree with red ribbons tied to it, grinning as he looked in his direction.

This serves as a reminder to vehicles and pedestrians on the cement road to be aware of vehicles.

Make room for Jiang Yang to back up.

My father's old gray-blue work jacket, with its worn-out cuffs revealing blackened cotton, was replaced with a navy blue imitation cashmere jacket.

The neckline is embroidered with a subtle floral pattern symbolizing wealth and prosperity.

The inner lining bears the Hengyuanxiang logo.

Inside was a dark brown ribbed sweater, with the collar revealing a faux two-piece shirt collar.

The collar points are secured with thread to prevent curling.

The original dark gray synthetic fiber trousers were replaced with coffee-colored polyester trousers.

Comfortable and warm.

The side pockets conceal an anti-theft inner pocket, and there are anti-wrinkle stitching at the knees so that there will be no bulge when sitting down.

He wore shiny black knock-off old man shoes, with hidden anti-slip studs on the soles so he wouldn't slip and fall when walking through mud at the market.

Thick sponge around the ankle, paired with a pair of knee braces that can hide old, cold legs.

As for those worn-out liberation shoes, Yang Chaoyue originally intended to throw them away.

Father Yang refused, saying that the soles of the shoes would be useful.

A total of 2000 yuan was spent.

It's almost equivalent to half a month's salary for me.

It was my biggest expense, but also the most worthwhile one.

Even though her father kept saying, "Girl, don't waste money, I have clothes to wear."

Yang Chaoyue didn't feel bad at all about spending the money.

If there are better brand-name clothes in town, and they are more expensive, I will buy them for my father too.

Because when she saw her father put on this outfit and greet familiar people in town, his bent back straightened up a bit.

Especially when she heard her father bragging to his friends that "Yueyue bought all of these for me," Yang Chaoyue suddenly felt that being a braggart wasn't necessarily a bad quality.

It turns out that Daddy was also an easily satisfied child.

Yang Ge once said that money can support people, but I didn't understand the meaning of that sentence at the time.

I'm feeling it now.

Money can solve not only the problems of food and clothing, but also the problems of housing and illness.

It can also buy back my father's lifelong pride and dignity.

Yang Chaoyue sat in the passenger seat, rolled down the window, and had a bright smile on his face.

Forced smiles, feigning a relaxed farewell.

In the past, I might have been lazy and wanted to stay in my hometown for a few more days.

Many ideas are different now than before.

Only by staying by Yang Ge's side can one grow faster.

The further I go, the better my family will live. I've only just begun, and I have no right to stop.

Growth is like a pair of scissors; the first thing it cuts is the string that tethers the kite.

The future we rush towards is one where every step crushes our past selves.

Sacrificing time together in exchange for a better future.

Even knowing that some moments, once missed, are gone forever.

Yang Chaoyue used to be protected by his father.

After dropping out of school, Yang Chaoyue became a factory worker.

Yang Chaoyue is now a fledgling actor.

For every inch actress Yang Chaoyue grows, factory worker Yang Chaoyue dies a little.

The hand that had been grasping the opportunity had long since let go of its father's hand.

The prerequisite for being ruthless to others is that you must also be ruthless to yourself.

Jiang Yang slowly reversed the car, moving closer to the cement road.

Arriving at the crooked willow tree, Jiang Yang greeted Yang Shimin with a smile and said, "Uncle Yang, Chaoyue and I have returned to Shanghai. We'll come to your house again sometime."

"Take care, Mr. Jiang, take care."

Yang Shimin exchanged a few polite words with Jiang Yang, his gaze following the movement of the vehicle.

Once the car stopped reversing and came to a complete stop, he quickly went to the passenger seat and met his daughter's gaze.

Her eyes were slightly red.

The frequency of blinking suddenly increased a few points.

He wanted to say something to his daughter, but he didn't know how to phrase it. So many words were stuck in his throat, but only a few remained: "Girl, is it tough out there?"
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P.S.: Thanks to the novelist for the 1000 Qidian coins... I can have a deluxe version of braised egg with my instant noodles tonight.

Please give me a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)