Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 151 Mom, my brother brought his girlfriend and the little fairy home.
My groggy mind gradually cleared.

I quickly wiped the water off my palms. Luckily, I hadn't washed away Jiang Yang's handwriting.

Send Jiang Yang a text message: [Go for it, Jiang Yang!]
I may never see Jiang Yang again in the future; this text message may be my final farewell.

I will keep this text message forever.

Make it your goal to move forward.

After cooking porridge for her parents, who were still in bed and about to go to work, Tian Xiwei slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, tiptoed through the door, and headed to school.

I no longer feel the psychological pressure of being bullied, as I used to.

Relax your shoulders, take a step, and feel completely at ease.

Despite being bullied by those scoundrels, I never felt inferior. Instead, it fueled my determination to win after seeing the world more clearly.

……

The sun rises higher.

It was almost 11 a.m.

Jiang Yang drove his Corolla to Bachuan Street in Longshan Community.

It was too late last night, and I figured my parents were already asleep. They must have locked the door and I couldn't get back in. I didn't want to wake them.

I decided to find a hotel nearby and check in, and also sent my mom a message that I was going home tomorrow.

The car passed the Tongliang District People's Hospital, and 500 meters ahead was my own residential community, Jinlongcheng.

As they approached, Yang Chaoyue, sitting in the back row, stared intently at the entrance to the residential complex.

Yang Ge's residential complex looks like it's in a European neoclassical style, with natural granite pillars at the main gate.

The entrance features a bronze relief and the LED backlit lettering "Jinlongcheng," which was written by a calligrapher.

Between the gateposts is a black wrought iron gate plated with copper, with a lily design at the top of each railing.

It's as upscale as the luxurious rental apartments in Shanghai.

Zhao Jinmai didn't pay much attention to these things. As the Corolla drove into the community gate, it entered the underground parking lot and parked the car.

Yang Chaoyue went to the trunk and took out the gifts he had bought.

Two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and a bottle of Wuliangye liquor.

Yang Ge said that we're all family, so there's no need to bring gifts when visiting his home.

So Yang Chaoyue got up early in the morning and bought it himself at the tobacco and liquor store, afraid that Brother Yang wouldn't allow it.

Earlier, when Yang went to his own home, he bought his father two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes and a bottle of Moutai.

I can't afford Moutai.

Use Wuliangye instead.

When I have more money in the future, I'll come back to Yang Ge's house and bring something even more valuable.

As for Zhao Jinmai, she was not tall, but she carried even more things, all of which were gifts that she considered presentable.

I bought it at a nearby supermarket.

A box of Little Master instant noodles,
"Yang-ge, how's your dad drinking? I can really hold my liquor, I'll have a couple of drinks with him later!" Zhao Jinmai said behind Jiang Yang as they entered the elevator.

"What kind of alcohol do children drink?"

Jiang Yang pressed the button for his floor in the elevator: "My neighborhood is very strict about dealing with drunk people and causing trouble. Not to mention people, even monkeys get arrested if they get drunk and cause trouble."

"Really? Aren't monkeys protected animals?"

"Why would I lie to you? Last time, a monkey got drunk and caused trouble, and he was sentenced to 500 years in prison. It even made TV."

"They're just trying to fool the kids again."

If she hadn't been holding something in her arms, Zhao Jinmai would have really wanted to give Jiang Yang a big slap.

She asked seriously, "Honestly, do you think your parents are proud of the wine I sent them?"

Did Zhao Jinmai buy any wine?
Jiang Yang glanced at the wine that Zhao Jinmai had bought.

What the hell kind of wine is this?
A box of Want Want milk and two packs of AD calcium milk.

The drinks at the table with the innocent child: "Drink as much of these drinks you bought as you like. Drink them all, and only your bladder will be drunk."

As the elevator doors opened, Jiang Yang pressed the doorbell of his apartment.

A few ding-dong sounds.

A younger sister's voice came from inside: "Which one?"

“Your brother!” Jiang Yang replied loudly.

Jiang Yueyue, who was enjoying her winter vacation after the final exams and curled up on the sofa watching the Balala the Fairies cartoon on TV, suddenly realized something.

Pick up the remote control on the coffee table and press the pause button.

The three people outside heard the sound of cotton slippers slapping against the floor as they rushed towards them.

As the security door opened, a little girl with pigtails stood in the doorway.

She was 1.5 meters tall with delicate features and looked remarkably like Jiang Yang, like a miniature female version of Jiang Yang.

She was wearing a loose-fitting Pikachu-print fleece sweater and fleece-lined wide-leg pajama pants, with fleece-lined slippers on her feet. Upon seeing Jiang Yang, she exclaimed in surprise, "Brother! Is it really you? You actually remembered to come back!"

"Bring me slippers, we're a guest!"

Jiang Yang stepped inside. Jiang Yueyue then noticed that there was an older sister standing behind her brother.

Wearing high-top shoes, standing at 1.7 meters tall, dressed in a fur-trimmed coat, with neat short hair, he carried two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and a bottle of Wuliangye liquor in a gift box.

Although I changed my hairstyle.

But Jiang Yueyue recognized her at a glance: "Are you Sister Yueyue?"

"it's me."

Yang Chaoyue smiled broadly, stood at the door, smoothed his hair, straightened the hem of his clothes, and awkwardly didn't go in.

“I’m also Yueyue, my name is Jiang Yueyue. You are Yueyue’s older sister, and I am Yueyue’s younger sister. We’re family!” Jiang Yueyue exclaimed as she accepted the gift brought by Yang Chaoyue.

Fearing that Yang Chaoyue might not understand, she repeated herself in Mandarin.

Done.

She turned and ran back into the house, shouting as she ran, "Mom! Brother's back!"

The sound of water running from the kitchen sink suddenly stopped, and a woman with her hair tied up with a hair clip, wearing an apron, and with deep crow's feet around her eyes, shook off the water droplets as she came out.

Jiang Yueyue continued, "Brother also brought a girlfriend!"

Jiang's mother was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the Zhonghua cigarettes and Wuliangye liquor her daughter was carrying, and forced a smile.

I've long opposed my son dating now.

If you can't even get into university, wouldn't dating be a waste of time?

But since they've already come all this way and brought gifts, we have to give them face and maintain appearances.

After all, once someone comes, they are a guest.

Taking the gift from Jiang Yueyue and placing it on the dining table, I soon saw Jiang Yueyue carrying a box of Want Want milk and two packs of AD calcium milk. She ran over and said, "Mom! I just said that this is my first girlfriend, and my brother brought a second girlfriend too. There are two of us in total!"

Jiang Ma's smile froze instantly.

Jiang Yang's irritable voice rang out from the entrance hall: "Sis, if you can't speak properly, just sew your mouth shut, or I'll force you to slap me in front of the guests!"

Jiang Yueyue didn't shut up.

He turned his head to look towards the entrance.

Her gaze shifted from Yang Chaoyue to Zhao Jinmai, who was changing her shoes beside her. Her eyes were wide open like saucers, and her mouth was slightly agape.

I was a little suspicious when the other person smiled and waved to me, but after looking at them a few more times, I finally confirmed it.

Toes curled up inside the slippers.

Suppress the urge to scream.

Lately, I've been hearing my parents talk about my older brother. They say he started some kind of company, signed artists, and wants them to act. It all sounds like bullshit.

She herself thought this was just an excuse for her brother to ask the family for money.

That's amazing! I want to do that when I turn 18.

Now it seems that my brother was serious!
She wanted to tell her mom that her brother wasn't a coward!
He hurried over to his mother's side, covered his mouth, and whispered, "Mom, my brother's really something! He brought home a girlfriend, I think it's Ling Meiqi!"

"Who is Ling Meiqi?"

"Little Fairy!"

"What is 'Little Fairy'?"

"Mom, this is it." Jiang Yueyue pointed to the paused image on the large screen TV in the living room.

The scene features a close-up of Zhao Jinmai, who plays Ling Meiqi, with light brown and purple highlights on her hair, chanting a spell.

As soon as Jiang's mother's gaze fell on the large-screen TV, she heard Zhao Jinmai's voice from the entryway: "Hello, Auntie!"

Look back.

Zhao Jinmai walked over, wearing a pair of Jiang Yang's oversized slippers that didn't fit her well, carrying a box of Little Master instant noodles in her arms. She smiled at Jiang's mother and said:
“Auntie, you are so beautiful. Jiang Yang said you are forty years old, but you don’t look it at all. You look like you are in your early thirties.”

They were speaking Mandarin.

He wore the fake smile he always wore when facing the camera.

Since I'm a guest now, I need to be more reserved and polite.

"You...you're so nice, sit down, sit down, you're so cute!" Jiang's mother smiled and subconsciously replied, then stepped over and took the box of Little Master instant noodles that Zhao Jinmai was holding.

Their attention was completely off the gifts Zhao Jinmai had brought.

The faces of Ling Meiqi on TV and Zhao Jinmai in front of me overlapped.

Zhao Jinmai followed Jiang Ma's gaze.

Notice the content displayed on the large screen in the living room.

Her pupils contracted for a moment. Not noticing the remote control in the living room, she hurriedly ran to the television, blocking the screen, and turned to Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue, who were coming out of the entryway, speaking in a thick Northeastern accent:

"Brother Yang, Sister Chaoyue, when I played Ling Meiqi, I never thought it would turn out like this. I really didn't want to become a punk."

Jiang's mother swallowed hard, her throat bobbing, and she already understood what was going on.

He was still clutching the Little Master instant noodles he'd received from Zhao Jinmai. His habitual polite words trembled slightly, his smile stiffened, and he mumbled the words he'd just finished saying, his voice growing weaker and weaker with each passing tremor:
"Since you've already come all this way... and you even brought this expensive stuff, you're too kind."
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