Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 141 Sister Chaoyue, I'm so envious of you
Even though he knew the boss was being unreasonable, Yang Chaoyue still transferred 1 yuan to the boss.

Because you have to listen to what your boss says.

Yang Chaoyue did not go directly down the elevator, but instead walked into the room inside, stepping on the dark brown short-pile carpet.

Zhao Jinmai and Jiang Yang were staying on the same floor of this hotel.

Mai Mai and I have a good relationship. I'm leaving tomorrow, so I need to say goodbye to Zhao Jinmai.

"I wonder if Mai Mai and Teacher Hu have gone to sleep yet." Arriving at the peach wood door of Zhao Jinmai's room, she raised her hand and then lowered it, leaning forward slightly.

Hesitant about whether to knock on the door.

Suddenly, they heard Hu Lin and Zhao Jinmai talking inside.

I can't hear what's being said.

Very envious.

I wish my own mother could be by my side.

My mother is still working at that zipper factory in Jiaxing. I'm terrified that one day she'll end up like I did two years ago, with her fingers pierced by an injection molding machine on the assembly line.

I want to bring my savings home for Chinese New Year this year.

They trade their youth for money, hoping to buy back their parents' lost youth.

Finally, I can gradually become the pillar of my family.

at the same time.

Inside the suite, Zhao Jinmai sat at her desk, the exam paper spread out in front of her, but she couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

His lips were clenched, his wrists trembled, and all he could hear was Hu Lin's accusations.

The central air conditioning is on full blast.

Hu Lin, wearing pajamas, sat on the swivel chair next to her and said earnestly, "Daughter, this time when I went back, I thought about it and talked to your uncle and aunt. I finally understood that I'm not wrong at all. It's just that you've gone astray in your thinking. All your uncles and aunts said so, how could they all be wrong?"

Zhao Jinmai's heart pounded faster.

His posture was anything but relaxed; his shoulders were slightly hunched, as if he were being pressed down by an invisible pressure.

My toes were unconsciously pointing towards the door.

I wanted to escape, but I restrained myself.

Stiff back.

I was so agitated that I kept tapping my heels against the chair leg.

She didn't argue.

Because we know it won't work.

I want to try to calm down, do practice problems, solve problems, and improve my grades.

My thoughts are becoming increasingly chaotic.

The handwriting on the exam paper went from neat to messy, and finally became scribbled lines.

In the days following the opening ceremony, my mother seemed to realize her problem.

I'm not as strict with myself as I used to be.

I felt sorry for my mother without realizing it, and I felt that talking back to her was going too far, after all, she is my mother.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

My mom went home for a while, and when she came back, she was just like before.

They were talking about a friend's child who was well-behaved and got into a prestigious university.

They say that a relative is very strict with their child, and that child is very successful.

The elders in the family group chat all say that they've grown up and become independent. They were obedient and sensible when they were young, but now they don't understand their parents at all.

"Daughter, what are you thinking about over there? Are you listening to what your mother is saying?"

Zhao Jinmai's eyes were vacant, her knuckles white as she gripped the pen, mechanically repeating, "Mom, can you stop dawdling? I'm really tired."

"Do you think I enjoy nagging? I'm only doing this for your own good. The whole family says something's wrong with you. So, they're all secretly trying to harm you?"

Hu Lin's eyes reddened, and she continued, "How old are you? What do you know about right and wrong? Just listen to the adults and that's it."

Zhao Jinmai's wrist trembled.

A mother's "it's for your own good" is like a tight-fitting garment, making it hard to breathe.

I really want my mom to shut up.

But hearing the sob in my mother's voice, I couldn't help but soften.

I am no longer the obedient and sensible child that adults used to see. I have my own plans and my own ideas.

He will talk back to his mother.

The love for one's mother is something that cannot be hidden deep inside.

I am grateful to my parents for raising me and I don't want to hurt them.

Especially when I hear the sobbing in my mother's voice, I feel annoyed and heartbroken at the same time.

I couldn't help but doubt myself.

Was I really wrong?

Could it really be my own problem? But that's what all the adults say.

"I shuttled between school and film set for you, and when I got back I saw you playing on the computer. Is this how you repay me?"

Hu Lin's lower lip trembled slightly, her blinking rate increased, and her tone suddenly rose and then fell.

Suppressing her overwhelming emotions, she spoke in short, breathy words: "Hate me now if you want, but you'll definitely have to thank me later."

Zhao Jinmai remained silent.

There was no explanation, no confrontation, and no pandering.

Listen silently.

Before I knew it, my mother's voice gradually became blurred, as if mixed with tinnitus-like electrical noise.

He stared blankly at the exam paper.

A tear landed on my fingernail.

Slowly turning her head, she looked towards the balcony.

I shouldn't be in this room.

Whether your wings are strong enough or not, what the adults say doesn't count; you'll only know when you're ready to fly.

In the dark and cold night sky, there must be a bird flying freely and unrestrained; that is what I look like.

I was timid and cowardly, just a little bit of courage away from being there.

Adults are such annoying creatures.

When I grow up, I will definitely not become the kind of adult I hate.

Jiang Yang's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

That night, in front of the Four Seasons Hotel in Songjiang District, Shanghai, in the driver's seat of his Corolla, Jiang Yang said to himself, "You have too many worries, I won't pry, but you can always trust me."

Zhao Jinmai's eyes cleared.

At least, there's one adult I don't dislike.

correct.

There should be two.

There's also Sister Chaoyue.

There was a knock on the door suddenly.

Hu Lin paused, wiped away her tears, got up to open the door, smiled, quickly composed herself, and switched to Mandarin: "Chaoyue, what brings you here? Please come in."

Hear the words.

Zhao Jinmai turned around, her tense shoulders relaxed, she put down her pen, and smiled, revealing her teeth.

Before he could say anything, Hu Lin glanced over, her eyes carrying a warning.

Zhao Jinmai's smile gradually faded.

Once again, it turned into a fake smile that only showed the upper teeth.

I've returned to my old self.

Very uncomfortable.

Extremely resistant.

Unable to change it.

If I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness.

After chatting for a while, Hu Lin and Zhao Jinmai learned that Yang Chaoyue had come to say goodbye.

I'm going to Linchuan with Jiang Yang tomorrow.

When spring comes next year, Yang Chaoyue is not sure if Jiang Yang will bring her over, because her scenes will be finished unless there is a new job scheduled in Beiping.

Otherwise, he will most likely continue to study hard and prepare for the college entrance examination in his rented room in the Fuli residential area of ​​Shanghai.

As for how Yang Ge's newly recruited employees will be arranged, Yang Chaoyue did not discuss that aspect.

That's Yang Ge's decision; just follow it and adapt.

"Teacher Hu, I'll be going now. See you again sometime." Yang Chaoyue smiled brightly: "MaiMai, see you next time."

Seeing that Hu Lin was still tutoring Zhao Jinmai so late at night, I was surprised.

It's hard not to feel envious.

The images of my mother accompanying me in my memory are becoming increasingly blurry.

I tried hard to recall, but I could only remember a few scattered fragments.

A brief but precious moment of warmth.

"Sister Chaoyue, I envy you so much."

Zhao Jinmai suddenly spoke up.

She spoke Mandarin, and her face wore a knowing, fake smile that Hu Lin had in mind.

(End of this chapter)