Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 127 Can Knowledge Really Change Destiny?

"It's not bitter," Yang Chaoyue shook his head.

"If you need money, just tell your dad, and he'll transfer some to you."

Yang Shimin grinned.

Knowing that his daughter wouldn't want his money, he still wanted to be her fallback plan.

The farewell words were finished.

Jiang Yang stepped on the gas, and the car drove along the three-meter-wide cement road toward the village sign at the entrance of Wanggang Village.

Yang Chaoyue showed no excitement about arriving in Wanggang Village.

She leaned back in her seat, staring silently into the rearview mirror.

The weight of leaving home overshadowed the joy of returning.

The farewell after growing up is quiet and restrained.

I saw my father standing alone in front of the crooked willow tree at the entrance of our old home, waving to me.

Father watched his figure grow smaller and smaller as he walked away, but he never left.

As the car left the village and drove from the county road onto the national highway, I watched my familiar village gradually disappear from the rearview mirror.

Yang Chaoyue blinked rapidly, trying to hold back her tears.

My hearing has become numb.

The hometown recedes further and further away, and the silence grows heavier and heavier.

Suddenly I felt a pain in my stomach.

Whenever I feel sad, for some reason, my stomach starts to hurt.

Unlike in the morning, he was not as radiant and energetic.

The car drove from the county road onto the national highway, heading towards the Yancheng Expressway.

Yang Chaoyue looked at the scenery outside the window and remained silent.

I can't remember a single word of the radio broadcasts playing on the car stereo.

My body is on the road, but my heart is still at home.

Jiang Yang's Corolla overtook the Shifeng agricultural tricycle with a special iron sign for selling pigs welded to its cargo bed, the Wuling Hongguang with handwritten notes for carpooling and overloaded chicken coops, and the postal green pickup truck with faded red characters for "Village-to-Village Connectivity" printed on its door.

Gradually, I stopped looking at the vehicles and started looking at the trees on both sides of the road.

My gaze gradually lost focus, and the scenery outside the window turned into flowing blocks of color.

As the car approached the intersection of the central town and waited at the traffic light, Yang Chaoyue's gaze suddenly fell on a willow tree by the roadside.

It's not a crooked willow tree.

The grayish-brown branches, stripped of their yellow leaves, droop, their trunks cracked into longitudinal grooves, casting fibrous shadows on the cement ground.

It's very different from the crooked willow tree in my hometown of Wanggang Village.

There was no red ribbon tied around it.

Yang Chaoyue stared for several seconds, and as the car started moving, his gaze shifted from the scenery outside the window to his reflection in the car window.

"Has Chaoyue not recovered yet?" Jiang Yang asked.

Noticing that Jiang Yang was paying attention to him, Yang Chaoyue subconsciously wanted to say that he was already better.

Forget it.

Having spent so much time with Yang Ge, he can see right through me.

She nodded, still speaking with a strong Yancheng accent, even though she was still in her hometown: "I really can't bear to leave."

"Understandable."

"Yang-ge, do you miss home every time you go on a long trip?"

"Of course, I'm human too."

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "Once, when I was leaving home and had already boarded the high-speed train, I sent my dad a voice message, telling him that smoking is bad for his health and that he should smoke less. I hope he lives a long life so that I can take care of him for a few more years when he gets old."

Yang Chaoyue listened very carefully.

I watched a video of Yang Ge and his father. The two of them often argued in the Chongqing dialect.

I never expected that she would care about her own father.

"Your old man must be incredibly touched."

"He called and gave me a good scolding."

"You can get scolded for this?" Yang Chaoyue didn't understand.

"He said he was pleased with my words of concern for him, but angry with the way I showed concern for him."

What did you do to your father?

Jiang Yang blurted out in the Chongqing dialect: "I just took those two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes from his bedside table and replaced them with two packs of Daqianmen. I just wanted him to smoke less, it was for his own good, how come he doesn't understand?"

Yang Chaoyue was stunned.

This is indeed something that Brother Yang would do.

Let alone Jiang Yang, even if it were her, her father would break down if he did such a thing to him.

"You're worried about your dad's health? You're clearly just after his two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes!"

Yang Ge looks quite respectable, but he does all sorts of awful things in private.

Yang Chaoyue burst out laughing.

Calm down a bit.

In the past, I would also feel reluctant to leave my hometown after the Spring Festival.

However, the emotions were not as intense as this time.

Why is this happening?

Yang Chaoyue thought about it for a moment and understood.

In Yang Ge's words, his identity has changed this time when he returned to his hometown.

She is no longer the factory girl Yang Chaoyue who used to earn only 3500 a month, leaving her with almost nothing after deducting living expenses.

Instead, it was under Jiang Yang's tutelage that Yang Chaoyue, an actor with one foot in the entertainment industry, was born.

A minor extra can earn 3,500 yuan a day, and that's all they have to do.

A supporting actor can earn 35,000 yuan a month and finish filming in one month.

Higher income and a more respectable job.

It made my father feel that I had accomplished something.

the most important is.

It was only after my income increased that I noticed my father's aging.

In the past, when we weren't making money, we wouldn't have paid attention to these problems because we were powerless to do anything about them.

My father's aging didn't come suddenly; it was only after I started earning money that I dared to face it.

The speed at which you earn money can never keep up with the speed at which your family members age.

It's enough to let Dad stand up straight.

I originally planned to visit my sister in the next village when I went back to my hometown.

Dad is getting old, and my little sister must have grown taller too.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time.

Forget it.

Let's wait until the Chinese New Year. The car drove to the Yancheng East entrance of the Shenhai Expressway.

The electronic screen displays the message in red letters on a yellow background: "Jiangsu Expressway wishes you a safe journey."

The staff member on the window sill of the toll booth was wearing a military overcoat and rubbing his hands.

At the manual access point, heavy trucks with license plates from northern Jiangsu lined up in a long queue.

As the Corolla entered the ETC lane and got on the highway, its speed increased, and Yang Chaoyue's emotions gradually calmed down.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

It was my father calling: "Hey, where are you putting those two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes tied together with newspaper and a bottle of Moutai in the main room?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoyue immediately understood what was going on.

Before setting off, Jiang Yang casually mentioned that he had brought a small gift for his father.

I thought it was that pack of Nanjing cigarettes.

I never expected it to be so valuable.
Yang Chaoyue replied, "I didn't get this from you. Yang-ge set it up. I'll take care of you."

Father's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Good heavens! A carton of Zhonghua cigarettes costs seven hundred yuan, and a bottle of Moutai liquor costs a thousand yuan. That's two or three thousand yuan in total! This gift is shockingly heavy!"

hang up the phone.

Yang Chaoyue turned his head and looked at Jiang Yang, who was driving attentively.

Suddenly, I felt incredibly at ease: "Brother Yang, thank you, thank you so much."

I left my hometown.

But it felt like there was a new home for Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang is like family to me.

They are people who truly cherish themselves, even when they are away from home.

A person who considers themselves a human being.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "A small gift."

Yang Chaoyue looked up at the highway leading to Shanghai.

She pulled a red slip of paper from her pocket, on which was written a line of neat handwriting that she had written two years ago: "[I'm going to work in another city. I want to make a lot of money and live a decent life -- 2013, Yang Chaoyue, 15 years old.]"
He silently vowed to himself, "Live a decent life."

May my father's back always be straight.

When you are powerless and can't earn money, the meaning of work is to keep yourself alive.

Once you can earn money and have a bright future, the ultimate meaning of striving is to ensure that your loved ones no longer have to bend over backwards.

I will do my best to catch up with the countdown to my parents' passing.

Yang Chaoyue knew very well that what allowed her father to stand tall wasn't entirely money, but rather the statement, proven by money, that "my daughter is doing very well!"

Jiang Yang glanced at Yang Chaoyue and understood what was going on.

As expected, Yang Chaoyue hid all the red slips he wrote on the wishing tree after he turned 12.

It's a good time to exploit attributes.

Jiang Yang asked, "Chao Yue, do you want to live a decent life?"

"think."

Yang Chaoyue quickly stuffed the red strip into his pocket, not letting Jiang Yang see it.

Jiang Yang suddenly raised his voice: "Do you want to make something of yourself?"

"miss you!"

Jiang Yang held up one finger and pointed at the roof of the car: "Tell me loudly, do you want to change your fate?"

"Yes!!" Yang Chaoyue almost broke his voice.

"Then study. Knowledge can change your destiny. I brought math textbooks in my briefcase. I remember you already know the key points of algebraic functions and understand sequences. You probably haven't learned about spatial geometry yet, right?"

"Yes, yes, I haven't looked into coordinate operations for spatial geometry yet."

Yang Chaoyue responded, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Yang Ge even knows his own learning progress in such detail.

They are extremely concerned about their studies.

Yang Ge clearly doesn't need to do these things.

What a great boss!

I must not let Yang down.

"I'll learn right now!"

Yang Chaoyue took Jiang Yang's briefcase from the back seat, pulled out his math textbook, and began to study it carefully.

Jiang Yang was very satisfied with this, and a smile appeared on his face.

I expect to receive a system notification soon that I've gotten the math from Yang Chaoyue.

Can knowledge really change one's destiny?

Of course.

Jiang Yang firmly believed this.

In November 20 years ago, in Litang County, Sichuan Province, a Tibetan-populated area on the plateau, a young man named Ding Zhen became famous.

The reporter originally intended to interview Ding Zhen's younger brother, but since the brother was away at school, the reporter interviewed Ding Zhen instead.

If his younger brother didn't go to school, could Ding Zhen's fate have been changed?
How can this not be described as knowledge changing destiny?

Huh... why didn't I receive a system notification?
Jiang Yang turned his head and glanced at Yang Chaoyue.

The math textbook was spread out on Yang Chaoyue's lap.

Yang Chaoyue leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and fell fast asleep.

I was so excited just a moment ago.

It's like falling asleep instantly after saving and studying a video.

All that chicken soup was for nothing.

"Only 5 minutes! Is math really that hard to learn?!"

Jiang Yang's smile froze.

Yang Chaoyue was not woken up.

Yang Chaoyue's emotions fluctuated greatly today. He probably didn't sleep well last night and must be very tired now.

Yang Chaoyue didn't know when he fell asleep. He only vaguely remembered looking at the formula for calculating the surface area of ​​a cylinder in his math textbook, and then he couldn't remember anything else.

When I woke up, I found that the car had already stopped.

In the underground parking garage.

I vaguely heard Jiang Yang pull out the key and unbuckle his seatbelt: "Chaoyue, we're at Fuli Residential Area. Take the local specialties you brought from your hometown upstairs, wash your face, and tidy up. We're going to Zhao Jinmaina's place in a bit. She's at the Four Seasons Hotel and said she's prepared dinner for us, all fancy dishes."

"Zhao Jinmai?" Yang Chaoyue woke up instantly.

I have a deep impression of Zhao Jinmai.

With their parents by their side, their family's financial situation is clearly better than their own.

She was the female lead who co-starred with me in "A Little Reunion".

She was a child star.

It's also a network of connections that I deliberately try to cultivate in the entertainment industry.
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