Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 150 Keep it up, Tian Xiwei
Let's chat for a while.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice shouted from the side alley, "Get out!!!"

His tone was tired and angry.

It was Tian Xiwei's voice.

Seeing the three sports team members emerge disheveled from the side alley, Jiang Yang got out of the car again.

Seeing the familiar silhouette reappear in the beam of light, Tian Xiwei stood there panting, then suddenly smiled at Jiang Yang.

There was a sense of relief.

My suppressed feelings are starting to loosen.

My hands are trembling and numb.

Who says it takes two to tango?

The repeated slaps I just received have made my ears ring.

As she laughed, her lips stiffened and turned down uncontrollably.

He suddenly squatted down, covered his head, and buried his face in his knees.

I actually did it.

I got into Jiangyang's Corolla.

Tian Xiwei sat in the back row near the door, her face lowered, wiping away tears with her sleeve.

He knelt with his knees together, too cramped to lean against the back of the chair, sitting only halfway on the seat, his head numbly tilted as he stared out the window at the passing scenery.

Silent all the way.

The sound of slapping someone in the alley still echoed in my ears.

Every slap shatters the self that once dared not fight back.

The sobbing I heard through the tinnitus was unsure whether it came from the other person or from myself, who had been bullied in the past.

The reflection of myself in the car window was unfamiliar; I was nothing like the good kid who used to love dancing and work hard.

They themselves became perpetrators.

The thrill of revenge is like strong liquor; the first sip burns your throat, and the aftertaste is all bitter.

I didn't want it to be like this at all.

He became a bad kid, and he felt very uneasy.

Then Jiang Yang asked, "Tian Xiwei, is this the address you just mentioned?"

Tian Xiwei then came to her senses and realized that the car was already parked on Bashu Street, in front of her residential compound.

The rusted wrought iron gate has broken railings that have been wrapped with wire.

There are square cement pillars at the entrance, with faded signs for the Heping Community affixed to them.

The security door on the left is always open, and the chain is replaced with nylon rope.

The right wall is covered with advertisements for unclogging drains and making fake certificates.

He hurriedly got off the bus, but his hand accidentally knocked over Zhao Jinmai's unzipped backpack on the seat.

The contents spilled out with a splash.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Tian Xiwei hurriedly tidied up.

Upon closer inspection, they were all resumes.

Dozens of college students' resumes, all applying for jobs today.

Suddenly, I realized that the other person might own a company, have been in the business for many years, and be successful.

I haven't graduated yet.

It's highly likely we won't have any further contact in the future.

The dawn that shines into one's life is warm, but fleeting.

enough.

Tian Xi pushed open the door and got out of the car, a smile spreading across her face as she thanked Jiang Yang.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw Jiang Yang's appearance.

Only then did I realize that Jiang Yang was not the ruthless, tattooed man I had imagined.

On the contrary, they looked to be about the same age as me.

Very good looking.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Next time you encounter this kind of thing, call the police."

Jiang Yang smiled, didn't say much, and shifted gears to leave.

Tian Xiwei hurriedly stepped forward: "Wait a minute."

She reached out and gripped the driver's side window of Jiang Yang's car, then realized her behavior was too presumptuous. She withdrew her hand and unconsciously took a half-step forward: "Hey, can we exchange contact information? Can we be friends?"

"Sure, we're all from the same hometown."

There was a pen in the center console, but no paper. Jiang Yang turned to Yang Chaoyue in the back seat and said, "Chaoyue, find me a piece of paper."

"Don't bother with all that, just write it on my hand."

Tian Xiwei quickly reached her hand into Jiang Yang's driver's seat.

Suddenly, she felt Jiang Yang grasp the back of her hand.

She lowered her gaze, not daring to look at Jiang Yang, but when she felt the rubbing of a pen against her palm, her eyes lit up.

Holding my breath, I secretly pinched my thigh with my left hand to force myself to calm down.

Then Jiang Yang asked, "Hey, is the final exam in a couple of days?"

"Yes... Hey, how did you know?"

"I go to the same school as you."

"What?"

Tian Xi looked up at Jiang Yang, somewhat unable to believe what she was hearing.

The guy in front of me was driving like an adult, with a bunch of college student job applications in the back seat. He had his own company and was from the same school as me.
I subconsciously thought the other person was joking.

The two of them are clearly from completely different worlds.

We exchanged contact information so we can keep in touch online occasionally. After tonight, everyone will be busy.

Students need to focus on their studies, and adults need to focus on making a living, just like their parents.

I don't know when I'll meet him again.

Until I saw what the other person had written on my palm, including a phone number and a name.

The handwriting, with its sharp strokes, was neat and beautiful: "You're Jiang Yang?!"

Tian Xiwei suddenly realized something: "The one who hasn't come to class since the first monthly exam, it's you?"

"Have you heard my story?"

Jiang Yang smiled and spoke in Mandarin, not the local dialect.

Were you famous in school?
More than a decade has passed, the images are blurry, and I can't remember many things.

"I've heard of you. A lot of people at school know you now."

"What?"

Jiang Yang thought of several reasons. Was it because of "Go Fighting!" or the opening ceremony of "A Little Reunion"?
Probably neither.

The show "Go Fighting!" hasn't even started airing yet, and I'm not famous yet, so even if there are leaked videos, they won't spread.

I had to search specifically to find the opening ceremony of "A Little Reunion".

Nobody at the school knew about his filming; students who were in class all day had no interest in studying such things.

Tian Xiwei continued, "Your ex can't contact you and is spreading rumors all over the school that you're dead."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang's smile froze.

"Brother Yang, I found some paper. Do you still want it?" Yang Chaoyue found an A4 sheet of paper in the back seat.

Jiang Yang didn't even turn his head: "Burn it."

Tian Xiwei stood at the entrance of the residential area, watching Jiang Yang's Corolla taillights disappear at the end of the street corner, before adjusting her backpack strap and turning to go home.

Brush off the mess.

After returning home, you must not let your family notice anything unusual about you.

I can't let my family worry about me.

As I climbed the stairs, I gently inserted the key into the lock.

I pushed open the door and found that my family was already resting.

She quietly washed up and went to her room.

I was writing the exam paper until 11 o'clock.

Spend another hour practicing leg presses, back bends, and leg kicks.

Facing the dual pressure of professional exams and academic exams, neither subject can be neglected.

Lying in bed, recalling what happened tonight, I still feel lingering fear.

After discovering that he had become stronger, those who had abused him in the past wished they could kneel on the ground and beg for his forgiveness.

When you are weak, the other party can bully you without any burden.

Having experienced this feeling once, I never want to be that weak version of myself again.

Tian Xiwei knew very well that the three people from the sports team were not afraid of her, but of Jiang Yang who was helping her.

Jiang Yang couldn't help him all the time.

Only you can help yourself.

"If one day I can become as strong as Jiang Yang, will anyone still bully me?"

Unbearable.

I don't want to be bullied anymore.

I know I can't do evil, but I don't want to be a good person who lays down my weapons either.

You must study hard, work hard, stay away from these rotten people, make your future brighter, and live up to your family's sacrifices for your dreams.

At the same time, I also hope that in the future, I can be as outstanding as Jiang Yang, or even... surpass Jiang Yang!
I hope that one day in the future, I can change my identity and repay this kindness in Jiangyang when I encounter a difficult situation.

When Jiang Yang needed help, he appeared before Jiang Yang against the light.

Just like how Jiang Yang helped me tonight.

The handwriting Jiang Yang wrote on his palm has been preserved intact.

It wasn't washed.

He took out his phone and sent a text message to Jiang Yang:
Thank you for helping me today. I'll remember it. I'm not an ungrateful person. Next month I'll be taking the entrance exam for the Shanghai Theatre Academy. If I get in and become a student there, I'll have the opportunity to become an actor and earn money. If you ever encounter difficulties or need money in the future, just contact me. Even if I can't help you now, I'll be able to in the future. Even if I can't give you much money, I'll at least treat you to a meal. This is my phone number. Don't delete it. I'll let you know if I change my number later.
The message has been sent.

Tian Xiwei suddenly realized that Jiang Yang probably had no idea who sent the text message after receiving it.

She edited a text message:
[This is Tian Xiwei, this is my phone number. By the way, will you be coming to school again?]
After waiting for 5 minutes, I still hadn't received a reply from Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei opened the school-wide ranking list of the first month's final exams of this semester on her phone and found Jiang Yang's name.

He was at the bottom of the entire grade, especially in science subjects; he couldn't even reach half the passing score in any of them.

Tian Xi's eyes lit up, and she edited the text message again:

[By the way, if you need tutoring, I can help you. I'm in the art class, in the building next to the playground, and I sit by the window.]
There was still no reply from Jiang Yang.

I'm not sure how Jiang Yang will react when he sees these messages I sent.

Most likely, they won't care.

It's clear that Jiang Yang dropped out of school to start his own business, and he's very successful.

The mature demeanor he exudes is so relaxed that he doesn't seem like someone his age.

It's possible that we really won't have any contact in the future.

I remember watching Jiang Yang's car taillights disappear at the corner of the street at the entrance of the residential area.

Suddenly I realized that there are always some people in life who are like the last bus we missed. We chased after their taillights for a long time, only to later understand that the light was what allowed us to see the road ahead.

The significance of an encounter lies not in staying, but in propelling oneself toward a better future.

I turned off the lights and went to sleep, trying not to think about it anymore.

Jiang Yang was just a passerby in his life. He realized that the most important thing was to become stronger so that he wouldn't be bullied.

Just as Jiang Yang protected himself today, he can protect his family in the future.

To make life easier for my parents who work as laborers.

May my innocent and lovely little sister remain forever pure, never having to suffer the hardships of life.

Let those who bullied me know that I am getting further and further away from those scumbags.

They were so envious they wished they could be like them.

Let them be consumed by jealous, impotent rage.

The best revenge against them is to make yourself someone they can't reach.

Turn the words that once mocked you into award citations for the future.

Early the next morning, it was just dawn.

Tian Xiwei got up groggily, hurriedly packed her books, and checked her phone.

Still no word from Jiang Yang. Standing in front of the sink, after brushing his teeth, he glanced at his palm.

The handwriting Jiang Yang left with a pen yesterday has faded a bit.

Give it a gentle touch.

It's as if I can still touch that beam of hope that stretched the shadow so long at the alley entrance last night.

That ray of light is ultimately just a fleeting moment in my life. What I need to do is become light in the future and illuminate others.

It illuminates countless versions of ourselves from the past.

My parents are ordinary people like countless other parents. They taught me from a young age to be kind, grateful, upright, and patriotic, and I will always remember those values.

In fact, I also taught myself to be gentle.

I can never do it myself.

The words Jiang Yang left behind will fade, but the courage he taught me will remain forever fresh.

I groggily turned on the tap, tensed my knees, and rinsed my palms with the running water when I suddenly felt my phone vibrate.

Suddenly realizing something, he instantly pulled his hand back.

He took out his phone, glanced at the message, and saw it was a reply from Jiang Yang, containing only five short words:
[Go, Tian Xiwei!]
(End of this chapter)