Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 142 There are no winners, only freedom that results in mutual destruction.
"Envious of me? Envious of what?"

"I envy everything... Be careful on the road, Chaoyue sister."

Yang Chaoyue had a strange feeling that Mai Mai was acting strangely today.

I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

She doesn't seem as cheerful as before.

Even when he speaks, he speaks to himself in Mandarin.

I wasn't filming on the same set as Zhao Jinmai, and we didn't have many scenes where our storylines intersected. Since the opening ceremony, we've hardly had any contact.

Most of the time, he was acting opposite Jiang Yang.

By the way, the smile is different; it's not the kind of smile I usually see in private.

Yang Chaoyue left, and Hu Lin closed the door.

Not a moment later.

Zhao Jinmai's voice rang out: "Mom, I've grown up!"

Snapped!
A loud slap echoed in the room.

Then Hu Lin slammed her hand on the table, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs: "Get out of here! Once you leave this door, never come back. You have absolutely no sense of propriety."

The door remained closed all night.

By dawn, Zhao Jinmai tiptoed and gently pushed open the door; the redness and swelling on her face had subsided.

As she turned to close the door, she paused for a few seconds with her hand on the doorknob, biting her lip to hold back her tears, and tugged at the strap of her backpack on her shoulder.

The schoolbag was shrunken.

He didn't bring any books, test papers, or even his favorite toys.

It contains my confiscated childhood.

As I approached the elevator, I glanced back at my and my mother's room.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed any tears.

Entering the elevator, looking at my reflection in the smooth paint, I forced a smile, trying not to let myself spoil Yang Ge and Chao Yue's good mood.

Jiang Yang checked out of the room, and together with Yang Chaoyue, they pushed their luggage, took the elevator, and arrived at the underground parking lot.

The parking spaces are very cramped.

Upon reaching the VIP parking area, the space becomes more spacious.

The floor has an epoxy resin anti-slip coating.

There are 10 positions.

A parking space that's 6 meters by 3 meters is so big even a dog could drive a car in it.

Last month, Yang Chaoyue saw a similar parking space in the hotel parking lot that the film crew in Shanghai had booked for Zhao Jinmai.

The rent is 5 a month.

Now, I'm also feeling the benefits of Brother Yang's fame, because Brother Yang is the lead actor.

There are ten VIP parking spaces, and four cars are parked there.

A Mercedes-Maybach, a Rolls-Royce Ghost, a Bentley Bentayga, and a silver Toyota Corolla.

The rental fee is of course paid by the production crew, and it's 10,000 yuan more expensive.

At the same time, Yang Chaoyue realized that the hotel would provide special services for these VIP parking spaces.

Free cleaning every week.

Tire maintenance.

These are all services targeting luxury cars.

Last week, Yang's Corolla's reversing radar broke down, and the hotel provided him with a spare car.

It's the Porsche Panamera... I think that's the name. It has a very nice design. The name is in English, but I can't quite remember it.

The Bordeaux red interior gives it a high-end feel.

But I still prefer riding in Yang Ge's Corolla.

In Zhao Jinmai's words, "Yang Ge's beat-up car is still the most comfortable to ride in; I don't feel bad about driving it around like that."

I put my luggage in the trunk, got in the car, and it was exactly 7 o'clock.

Yang Chaoyue got into the passenger seat: "Should we navigate to a car repair shop first and get the reversing radar fixed?"

Jiang Yang turned the car key: "We can fix it later. It doesn't matter if there's a reversing radar or not. Even if an old man tries to stage an accident, I can avoid him."

Yang Chaoyue agrees with this statement.

Because every time I ride in Yang Ge's car, he doesn't seem to pay attention to the reversing radar and drives very steadily: "Why can you accurately control the distance to the parking space even without reversing radar?"

"There's nothing special about it, it's just a matter of practice. It's like how I've been wiping butts for 30 years. Even though I've never seen them before, I can still wipe them clean precisely."

"Brother Yang, your analogy is inaccurate."

"How to say?"

"You've only been wiping my ass for 18 years."

Just finished speaking.

Suddenly, I heard a loud bang from the back door.

Look back.

Zhao Jinmai, carrying a backpack, sat in the back seat, grinning foolishly at Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue, looking quite energetic.

"Where did you come from?"

Jiang Yang muttered, "They didn't even say hello; I almost thought they were trying to scam me."

"Why do you need to worry about staged accidents?" Zhao Jinmai glanced out the window: "Ghost, Maybach, Bentayga, those three cars are the ones you should be worried about."

That makes sense, but Jiang Yang still felt like Mai Mai was scolding him: "Which film set are you going to?"

"I'm not going to the film set. I got leave from the crew and I'm going to Linchuan with you guys."

"Does your mom agree?" Jiang Yang asked.

Zhao Jinmai avoided Jiang Yang's gaze, her lips slightly downturned, and looked out the window:

“What’s wrong with that? Last night Chaoyue said you guys were going to recruit people at universities, and my mom even said I should go with you to broaden my horizons.”

[Under your care, Zhao Jinmai's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.] Listen to the system notification in your mind.

Jiang Yang stared at Zhao Jinmai: "Maimai, I don't want to expose your little schemes."

"I……"

Zhao Jinmai inhaled and then paused: "What am I thinking?"

"Are you going there to broaden your horizons, or do you just want to have fun?"

Hear the words.

Zhao Jinmai leaned back in her chair, a relaxed smile on her lips: "Oh my god, Yang-ge, nothing escapes your discerning eyes!"

Ah, that feels so good. It's rare to hear Zhao Jinmai praise herself like this.

Jiang Yang immediately started the car, then suddenly remembered something: "Mai Mai, you sit in the passenger seat, Chao Yue, you go to the back."

Change position.

Zhao Jinmai stepped into the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and asked in confusion, "Why do I have to sit in the passenger seat?"

Jiang Yang frowned slightly: "Chao Yue hasn't gotten used to using navigation yet. Every time we get on the highway, she inexplicably directs me to her hometown in Yancheng."

Zhao Jinmai pointed twice with her finger, then, remembering what happened last time, she suddenly realized: "Oh my god, no wonder!"

As they chatted absentmindedly and casually, Zhao Jinmai's rapidly beating heart gradually calmed down.

As the car drove out of the underground parking lot, I saw in the rearview mirror the hotel where my film crew had been staying, gradually receding and shrinking away.

Like her childhood that is being peeled away.

She swallowed a few times and gradually fell silent.

As I listened to the songs playing from the car stereo, the corners of my mouth slowly turned down.

His gaze fell on the floor-to-ceiling window of his suite.

The glass curtain wall reflects sunlight, obscuring the view through the windows.

I can imagine it.

When Mom wakes up and finds herself not in her room, she might initially assume that she went out to buy breakfast.

I'll worry if I find out I haven't come home by 8 pm.

and then?
I haven't come home since noon, 6 pm, and into the evening. What will my mom think?

I know my mom too well.

I will get anxious, I will break down, I will cry, and I will be extremely worried.

Without a doubt, Mom loves me.

She suddenly pulled her legs back, turned her body to the side, her back to Jiang Yang, and curled up in the passenger seat, biting her lip and holding back her tears.

She turned the knob on the car speaker to turn up the volume to cover up her sobs.

Mom must be extremely disappointed in me.

I originally thought I could live my own life and not care what my mom thought of me.

Ultimately, I realized I couldn't do it.

I can't ignore my mom's feelings.

Underneath the schedule that Mom rewrote for herself at the desk, there was a note.

The original message read: "Mom, I'm going out for a walk to clear my head. Don't worry about me, I'll be careful. I'm all grown up now."

Tear this note into pieces.

I rewrote it, with only six words: "I'm leaving, don't look for me."

Suddenly, her shoulder twitched, as if she heard her mother calling her name. Zhao Jinmai sat up straight and looked out the window.

The car had already driven onto the overpass. Outside were guardrails and a drop of more than ten meters. There were no pedestrians.

Zhao Jinmai curled up her legs again, turned to the side, leaned against the seat, and stared blankly out the window.

I'm afraid my mom will get anxious if she finds out I'm missing.

I'm also worried that my mom might not care.

I'm afraid my mom will be completely disappointed in me.

What I fear even more is that when I go back, I'll be in a stifling atmosphere, and I won't even be able to smile.

There are no winners in this escape; it's a lose-lose situation of freedom.

She was disappointed in her mother, and even more disappointed in herself for still longing for maternal love.

No one noticed Zhao Jinmai's unusual behavior.

Jiang Yang swayed his shoulders to the rhythm of the DJ song "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" playing from the car's speakers.

Yang Chaoyue, gripping Jiang Yang's seat with both hands, shook the car even more violently, his eyes fixed on the windshield, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you in my heart!"

He was out of sync with the beat, his voice was very nasal, and he cracked when he sang the high notes.

That didn't stop Jiang Yang from shaking his shoulders and replying, "Stay!"

As the song entered its interlude, Jiang Yang suddenly heard Zhao Jinmai say something.

He turned the volume down: "MaiMai, what did you just say?"

"I said……"

Zhao Jinmai cleared her throat, suppressing her trembling voice, and asked in Mandarin, "Don't you think I'm actually a very disappointing, terrible, and immature child who makes my parents very disappointed?"

"You're so sensible... You've never said a kind word about me in private."

Jiang Yang blurted it out.

She had only uttered the first half of her sentence when Zhao Jinmai suddenly let out a sob and began to sob uncontrollably.

I choked on my saliva.

She abruptly covered her mouth with her hand, instinctively trying to stifle her sobs, her shoulders shaking violently.

She choked and coughed while crying.

He spoke haltingly.

Sobs came from between her hands: "I'm...I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

(End of this chapter)