Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 146 I dare not open my eyes, hoping it's just my imagination.

I took another look at the message Hu Lin had sent me.

Jiang Yang took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and his blood pressure rose.

I dare not open my eyes, hoping it is just my hallucination.

Suddenly I realized why I was able to extract acting skills from Zhao Jinmai yesterday in the underground parking lot of the Beiping Hotel.

At the time, I thought Mai Mai had just told a small lie.

He clearly wanted to come to Linchuan with him for fun, but he lied to Teacher Hu that he was there to learn about recruiting employees and gain social experience.

Little did I know that a big lie was following a small one.

They're treating him like a Japanese person.

No wonder she cried and apologized to him in the car.

Now, seeing Zhao Jinmai playing on her phone and having so much fun, I just want to give her a good scolding.

Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair, his lips turned down, and his brows furrowed, gradually forming a deep frown.

Frustrated, I flipped through Zhang Ruonan's resume.

I didn't pay attention to a single line of text; my mind wasn't on it at all.

Inhale deeply, and exhale with your lips slightly pursed.

My fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

We need to explain things to Hu Lin as soon as possible, otherwise she might get so anxious that she calls the police, and this could become a black mark on Mai Mai's reputation in the future.

Hu Lin probably didn't explain the situation to the crew.

The film crew was a mixed bag, making it easy for rumors to spread.

Zhang Ruonan, who was about to leave, noticed that Jiang Yang was looking through her resume again, so she sat down again.

Bring your knees together.

I dared not let my back touch the chair back, and kept my spine straight.

Did Jiang Yang discover a problem with his resume?

There were indeed some exaggerated parts on my resume.

This opportunity is very important to me; it will determine my future development.

It also determines how deep your family's love for you will be in the future.

She rubbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers, took a short breath, and readily admitted her mistake: "I'm sorry, the photo and artistic lettering on my resume were photoshopped a bit too much, making me look better than I do in real life."

"Ok?"

"Also, my height was actually overstated by 4 centimeters. My height without shoes is not 1.7 meters, but 1.66 meters."

"Ah."

Jiang Yang looked up and glanced at Zhang Ruonan.

I didn't pay attention to what Zhang Ruonan just said.

It wasn't until Zhang Ruonan asked, "Do you have any other questions?"

"The problem is very serious." Jiang Yang looked at Hu Lin's WeChat message on his phone.

He handed the resume back to Zhang Ruonan: "Wait a moment, we'll talk about your question later."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang Ruonan's shoulders are hunched inward.

He clutched his resume to his chest, his ankles tightly crossed.

Based on past interview experience, if the interviewer says something like this, then it's time for them to reject you.

You can't play tricks on your resume.

Exaggerating one's height may give one confidence, but it's also a form of self-deception.

His gaze quickly swept across the front door of the classroom, suppressing the urge to escape.

What if?
Being rejected in public is nothing, just a little loss of face.

What if there's hope?

Have a lucky mentality.

I wasn't formally trained in the performing arts; my degree is a part-time undergraduate degree, so I can't compare to those with formal training.

In terms of social recognition, one's own academic qualifications are somewhat inferior to those of students with regular full-time undergraduate degrees.

I'm not afraid of being scolded or losing face.

I'm afraid I won't see my future.

"Brother Yang, MaiMai is really good at playing games. She ate more than twenty fruits in a row in Snake and didn't hit the wall." Yang Chaoyue whispered.

"Oh." Jiang Yang didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Jiang Yang, you're so cold. Sister Chaoyue said so many words to you, and you only replied with an 'oh'." Zhao Jinmai muttered casually in Mandarin.

Without even turning her head, she continued playing her mobile game while holding Yang Chaoyue's arm.

She grinned so hard her gums showed, and as she kept breaking Yang Chaoyue's records in the game, she kept laughing like an idiot.

Jiang Yang glanced at Zhao Jinmai.

Oh, it doesn't mean indifference. Read it separately if you don't believe me.

"Brother Yang, is something wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?" Yang Chaoyue keenly noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Yang.

She looked into Jiang Yang's eyes.

He leaned towards Jiang Yang, his back to Zhao Jinmai.

As she spoke, she gently patted Jiang Yang's hand.

"MaiMai is so happy right now, please reward her with a big bib." Jiang Yang put away his phone.

Zhang Ruonan's phone vibrated in her pocket. It was a message from her mother: "[Nannan, it's been an hour, did you get the interview?]"
Zhang Ruonan typed in reply: ["Not yet."]
Then I received a message from my mother: ["Tell the interviewer that the salary must be more than 5000."]
Zhang Ruonan did not discuss this topic.

I value the long-term future.

The mother values ​​more how much income she can bring to the family now.

I don't expect my mother to understand me.

I just want to feel my mother's love.

She typed a message: ["Mom, can you lend me 1000? I'll pay you back next month. I'm really short of money right now. You can deduct it from your savings."]
My mother replied: ["Why are you bringing this up again? I've already told you, the money I saved for you is off-limits. I'm afraid you'll squander it. I won't use your money anyway. Are you dating someone? You're spending money so recklessly."]
Zhang Ruonan's lower lip trembled slightly as she took a deep breath.

I knew my mother would give that answer.

Knowing full well that I would be disappointed.

But I still couldn't help asking.

Turn off your phone screen.

Immediately afterwards, my mother sent a second message.

Zhang Ruonan placed her phone screen face down on her lap, maintaining a smile.

I don't want others to notice that I've lost my composure.

This has happened so many times; I should be used to it by now. I controlled my emotions, turned on the screen, and looked for my mother's next WeChat message.

It was a long string of text: ["Nannan, you know how tough the building materials business is right now. We're not making much money, and we still have to support your two younger sisters and brother. It's a family of five, so the pressure is really immense. Try your best. Your parents aren't very capable and can't help you much. You're the eldest sister, you've grown up, and this family will have to rely on you from now on."]
Zhang Ruonan's pupils reflected the green light of this long WeChat text message.

My gaze lingered on the words "a family of five".

It's not a family of five, it should be a family of six.

The person who wasn't included is most likely yourself.

Now that I can earn money, and I'm not at home but in another city, am I no longer considered family?

I give my parents money every month.

They are becoming less and less valued by their parents.

If life could be lived again, Ning Yuan would not have participated in the modeling competition and won the prize money in high school.

If I don't perform so well at the beginning, will my parents lower their expectations of me?

My mother sent me her third WeChat message: [“Are you short of money to buy clothes? Don’t waste your money. I’ll send you new clothes from home that you like. Take good care of yourself while you’re away.”]
Zhang Ruonan's shoulders relaxed slightly.

Typing a reply: ["Thank you, Mom."]
Family members still love you.

Even a tiny bit of love is still love.

Excellence may not bring love, but poverty will certainly lead to the loss of love.

Looking up, he found that Jiang Yang's seat on the podium was empty.

Only then did I realize that Jiang Yang had gone out while I was texting my mother.

now.

Jiang Yang came out from the first floor and dialed Hu Lin's number.

While chatting with Hu Lin, he kept an eye on the students passing by.

This is a private matter for MaiMai's family, and she cannot spread it outside.

Not far in front is the student activity center with a glass curtain wall structure.

There is an artificial lake on the east side called Crescent Lake, where you can see the lotus flowers gradually withering.

To the west is the library, a square-column building.

First, tell Hu Lin that Maimai is safe.

Then he apologized to Hu Lin and explained the situation.

"No, Xiao Jiang, it has nothing to do with you. Luckily, Mai Mai went with you. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

On the phone, Hu Lin's voice was initially choked with sobs.

After a few words of comfort, her emotions gradually calmed down.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang recounted that Zhao Jinmai had said in his car yesterday that he realized she was being particularly inconsiderate and disappointing her parents.

And then she couldn't hold back her sobs and kept saying sorry.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while.

Hu Lin finally couldn't hold back her sobs and choked out, "Mai Mai has never disappointed me. In my eyes, she will always be the best. It's my fault, it's all wrong. I slapped her the night before last. It broke my heart. I'm not a good mother..."

Even Ms. Hu, who always maintains a dignified demeanor, has moments of emotional breakdown.

Jiang Yang could imagine that Hu Lin was in her hotel room right now, her face covered in tears and her eyes swollen.

I really want to record this part.

Later, when Zhao Jinmai grew up, it was used to threaten her.

You wouldn't want others to know about your mother's dark past, would you?

After calming Hu Lin down, Jiang Yang said, "Teacher Hu, I'll have Mai Mai call you in a bit."

Jiang Yang emphasized, "Please don't blame Mai Mai."

After hanging up the phone, Hu Lin sat down at the desk where Zhao Jinmai had been sitting, clutching a piece of clothing that Zhao Jinmai had once worn tightly in her arms, her gaze fixed on the note Zhao Jinmai had written for her.

I'm leaving, don't look for me.
Hu Lin took a short, sharp breath, as if she were being choked, and her lips trembled as she exhaled.

The phone vibrates.

It was a picture sent by Jiang Yang.

It is a drawing made with a ballpoint pen on an A4 sheet of paper.

Jiang Yang told her over the phone that Zhao Jinmai drew it at the school's job fair.

It's drawn very abstractly.

The bird's head is bigger than Tiananmen Square.

Hu Lin subconsciously felt that there were many things that needed improvement in the painting her daughter had done.

Upon closer inspection, I suddenly froze.

The woman on the ground, wearing glasses, long hair, and a dress, was herself.

My daughter drew the Forbidden City, Tiananmen Square, CCTV Headquarters, and film set cameras in a very abstract way.

The lines are hasty, as if they were quickly scribbled.

He only drew himself in great detail.

The individual strands of hair are clearly defined, and the forked ends are drawn.

The crow's feet at the corners of the eyes, the mole at the corner of the mouth, the mole on the wrist, the folds in the clothes—all are depicted with remarkable realism.

He held a string in his hand, which connected him to a bird in the sky.

The line is broken in the middle.

In an instant, Hu Lin understood everything.

I understand how my daughter feels.

He had his head down, his forehead resting on the desk, with a note written by his daughter pasted on it.

She dug her fingers into her palms, clutching the clothes her daughter had worn, and silently wept.

The phone rang again.

It was Jiang Yang calling.

After the call connected, Jiang Yang's polite voice rang out: "Teacher Hu, Mai Mai is with me now, she'd like to chat with you for a bit."

"Okay, okay, Xiao Jiang, thank you so much."

Hu Lin turned her phone volume up to the maximum.

I didn't hear my daughter's voice immediately.

I could hear the footsteps of students going in and out of the teaching building.

A slight gust of wind.

And Jiang Yang's voice, far from the phone receiver: "Hurry up, talk to your mother for a bit, my little darling."

"Get lost, I'm not talking."

"I'm not going to talk about your kidneys!"

(End of this chapter)