Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 157 Some are born to be exploited, some are born to be loved.
Are there typhoon shelters around the school?

Jiang Yang then remembered that there was indeed such a place in his memory during his high school years.

A few years later, the shop owner changed, but it was still a milk tea shop. The franchisee and the decoration changed, and it became Mixue.

Jiang Yang took the milk tea and turned his head to look out the window.

The brightly lit signboard of Typhoon Shelter Milk Tea is located in a narrow shop of less than ten square meters.

A yellowed price list was pasted on the wall, and a warm spotlight hung on the bar.

Hot drinks cost an extra dollar.

Some memories from over a decade ago vaguely resurfaced.

In my memory, I think I once squeezed outside a shop with my first love, breathing out warm air from the heater, sharing a cup of pudding milk tea, and paying with cash.

When two straws touch, your heart rate increases.

Back then, I was very much a naive and immature young man.

Unlike now, where people are old-fashioned and so vulgar that even they can't stand it.

Not only did he forget what his ex looked like, but when he accepted the milk tea from Tian Xiwei and met her polite smile with dimples, he felt no stirrings of adolescent excitement.

My innocence has long since vanished, and my emotions have become numb.

I just want to exploit the other person's attributes.

Take advantage of the other party's tendency to exploit Zhang Ruonan's personality.

I prefer seafood and fermented bean curd to milk tea, especially when the other person has just come of age.

That's incredibly vulgar.

The school bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study.

"Jiang Yang, how about..."

Tian Xiwei suddenly spoke, realizing that her breathing was a little unstable.

She cleared her throat with a light cough, glanced at Jiang Yang, then immediately lowered her eyes, speaking in standard Mandarin as always:

"How about we move the car forward a bit? After evening self-study, there will be more students soon, and parking here will cause a traffic jam."

"Okay."

Jiang Yang sent Zhang Ruonan a WeChat message, asking her to wait a moment.

Tian Xiwei continued, "Why don't we drive to the back driveway of Tongliang Library? Parking is free there, there are fewer people, it's convenient to chat, and you can see the night view of Tongliang. I heard the view is very nice."

Is the driveway behind Tongliang Library located on the hillside?
I vaguely remember hearing some guy from school talk about that place before.

It's a hotspot for sex.

However, it's quiet with few people, which is perfect for having a video call with Zhang Ruonan, to appreciate the food myself, and for Tian Xiwei to give her feedback.

Jiang Yang told Tian Xiwei that there was food in the glove compartment, then put the car in gear and drove off.

As Tian Xi listened to the music playing in the car, she gradually relaxed.

My fingers instinctively tap out the beat in time with the music.

Opening the glove compartment, I found several packets of Little Chef instant noodles, all scallion flavored.

My younger sister, who's in elementary school, loves to eat this stuff, and I never expected Jiang Yang to like it too.

Tian Xiwei didn't take the instant noodles because she felt that eating them would make her speech unclear. Instead, she took a piece of candied tangerine peel from under the instant noodles.

Peel off the sugar coating and put the candy on the tip of your tongue.

I glanced at Jiang Yang's well-defined knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

Then, he secretly peeked at Jiang Yang's Adam's apple through the reflection in the car window.

It looks good no matter how you look at it.

The most beautiful sight was the silhouette of the high beams piercing the alleyway that night.

That beam of light that Jiang Yang brought to me, which I held tightly in my hand.

"Tian Xiwei, why are you acting so strange today?" Jiang Yang suddenly said.

"Me, me?"

Tian Xiwei's slightly bent lower legs trembled unconsciously.

I realized that my tone was a bit too hasty.

She took shallow breaths, her lips slightly parted as if blowing on a dandelion: "What's wrong with me?"

"They didn't utter a single word of Chongqing dialect, speaking entirely in Mandarin. I thought I was in some other place!"

"Oh, yes."

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback for a moment, then stopped speaking Mandarin.

Switching to her familiar Chongqing accent: "After dancing practice tonight, I practiced Lao Ha's broadcasting, and I'm so tired of writing scripts that my tongue is all wobbly for a while."

[Under your care, Tian Xiwei's acting skills have improved, and you have received feedback from her.]

Did you manage to get the attribute?

This means that Tian Xiwei lied.

Jiang Yang saw through Tian Xiwei's thoughts at a glance.

I guess this girl didn't practice dancing at all tonight; she was just practicing broadcasting. Otherwise, how could she speak such fluent and clear Mandarin, one sentence after another?

"You're taking broadcasting in your art school entrance exam?"

"Yes, I majored in dancing and applied to the Central Academy of Drama. Later I realized that dancing helps with body shaping, so I also applied to broadcasting school, and I applied to Nanjing University of the Arts."

"You two are such good friends, speaking the local dialect so warmly!"

Jiang Yang smiled.

Just a moment ago, I heard Tian Xiwei speak Mandarin. Her voice was mellow and gentle, without any sharpness or hoarseness; it sounded clear and pleasant.

It's just a little bit lacking.

In Zhao Jinmai's words, it just didn't feel right.

It felt like I was trying to lure a clueless high school student to the driveway behind the library for sex, and I felt really guilty.

Speaking in dialect immediately makes you feel closer to someone.

I no longer feel guilty.

Seeing Jiang Yang's relaxed smile, Tian Xiwei also smiled.

Of course, I was lying to Jiang Yang just now.

I've realized that I don't need to deliberately speak nicely.

What you carefully prepared may not be what the other person wants.

Just speak the dialect as usual.

The Chongqing dialect, which sounds somewhat rough to outsiders, is actually a plus in Jiangyang.

I should have been more honest.

Don't resort to these petty tricks.

There's no need for her to play a role that even she doesn't know in front of Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang drove his Corolla along Longmen Street, lined with sycamore trees, crossed the Bachuan River Bridge, and turned into Yingbin:
"Tian Xiwei, how do we go from here? Do you know?"

"Walk for half a month, past the old stadium, and you'll find the old library on the south side of the road." Tian Xiwei pointed the way.

I glanced casually at Jiang Yang's phone on the center console.

I saw the chat page between Jiang Yang and Zhang Ruonan.

The first thing to note is Zhang Ruonan's name.

Ruonan?

If a name contains the character for "male" and is preceded by the character "若" (ruò), it should be a girl's name.

Tian Xiwei understood the meaning of the name.

Just like Zhao Di.

She is most likely the eldest, second, or third daughter in the family; in any case, she will have a younger brother.

It's highly likely that it's a family that favors sons over daughters, and that their family environment is different from yours.

If it's true that Zhang Ruonan's surname is her father's, and her given name means that her parents hoped to have another son.

Not a single character in her entire name reflects any consideration for Zhang Ruonan's own life.

The parents treated their daughter as a tool.

Some people are born to be exploited, while others are born to be loved.

I feel sorry for this stranger.

At the same time, I'm glad I wasn't born into such a family.

My parents named me Xiwei.

Xi refers to the morning sunlight, symbolizing brightness, warmth, and hope, and representing a bright future and a vibrant life.

The rose is a beautiful flower and a small plant, symbolizing elegance, nobility, and resilience, showcasing the gentleness of women.

It means that my parents hope I can become a hardworking, warm, intelligent, hopeful, gentle, and resilient person.

A very common name.

I love my name.

Just like loving her ordinary parents and her innocent and adorable younger sister.

I really hope that I will be successful in the future, make my parents proud, and feel that raising me was worthwhile. I also hope that my younger sister and classmates can proudly show off that they have a very awesome older sister.

Therefore, I will not miss any opportunity.

The car drove up the mountain road.

A three-meter-wide asphalt road with no guardrails.

To the left is a pine forest, and to the right is a view overlooking the county town.

Tian Xi looked out the window and could see the streetlights on Longdu Road stretching out like a golden line.

In the distance, at the unfinished Wanda Plaza construction site, tower cranes are lit up with red lights.

The windows of the residential buildings are bright and small.

On the roof of the telecommunications building in Tongliang County, red aviation lights are flashing.

School had already let out for evening self-study, and the school gate was crowded.

The dance studio in the art building where I usually practice dance was still lit up, and I could vaguely see students stretching their legs in front of the barre.

Suddenly, the QQ video call ringtone sounded in the car.

It's Jiang Yang's phone.

A video request from Zhao Jinmai.

Zhao Jinmai... Tian Xiwei gripped the milk tea cup slightly tighter. This name seemed familiar. Was she a classmate from school?

Jiang Yang parked his car, connected to the video call, and switched back to Mandarin.

I've spoken the Chongqing dialect to Zhao Jinmai several times, but the child doesn't understand.
"My little ancestor, speak quickly if you have something to say, I'm busy right now."

(End of this chapter)