Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 162 Yang Chaoyue's Tears: Silent Yet Scalding Hot
Swipe the screen.

I flipped to another post.

The text reads: ["If you love, love deeply; if you leave, be heartless! You don't understand my heart."]
The accompanying picture shows a letter written in red ink on a desk, along with a utility knife bought for two yuan from a stationery store.

There's also Jiang Yang, wearing a skull ring and making rock gestures, with the neon lights of a KTV in the county town behind him.

Tian Xiwei was deeply shocked.

I closed my eyes and took a moment to calm down.

incredible.

Jiang Yang's past is so shocking.

Suddenly I understood why Jiang Yang's QQ name was: "Master, Dominate the World".

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

She sent Jiang Yang a message: ["Are you really Jiang Yang?"]
I received a reply from the other party.

It wasn't text, but a voice message.

Clicking on it reveals Jiang Yang's voice, in the authentic Chongqing accent:
"Tian Xiwei, did you go back to your room and drink fake alcohol? I wrote this on QQ right in front of you, how could it be fake?"

Tian Xiwei edited the text and sent it: ["Sorry, the main issue is that your previous social media posts are so different from your current image."]
Jiang Yang replied with a text message: [“It’s just a little hardship.”]
Jiang Yang lay on his large bed in his room and opened his social media feed, which he had no longer set to private but to public.

Don't even mention Tian Xiwei.

Even he himself, after looking at it for a while, felt that his past self was really annoying.

He's incredibly reserved and secretly passionate.

I had the urge to make these posts private again.

Thinking about it again, it seems childish.

A true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life.

I don't have much of my innocence left. These posts and photos from my non-mainstream period are indeed quite cheeky, but they also represent my past self during my adolescence—a genuine and sincere version of myself.

As he flipped through the photos again, Jiang Yang suppressed a laugh when he saw certain pictures, then gave a bitter smile, and finally fell silent.

It's like traveling through time to see your younger self.

Looking at the afro in the photo, I unconsciously touched my now meticulously styled hair.

Is this really me from the past?
Back then, they dared to post anything.

Unlike later on, when I would spend three days thinking about what to post on WeChat Moments after starting work.

The dignity we have now is built up layer by layer with the absurdity of the past.

There's still a pair of ripped jeans in my closet, but I refuse to wear them anymore. My body is still young, but I no longer have the carefree courage I had when I was young.

The next day.

They were originally going to send Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue away.

Unfortunately, Zhao Jinmai overslept that morning and missed the high-speed train, which delayed her by a whole day.

After a night, Zhao Jinmai stayed in bed again.

Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue did not return to their hometown, but Jiang's parents and sister gave them a warm welcome.

They urged Jiang Yang to take them around Chongqing more often.

They couldn't be happier if the two underage girls stayed home for the New Year, so they could be too proud when visiting relatives.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Jiang Yang realized something was wrong.

I'm increasingly convinced that Zhao Jinmai might genuinely want to stay in Chongqing for the New Year; she simply doesn't want to go home.

Not to mention sleeping in, Zhao Jinmai can even come up with excuses for not going home, like wetting the bed.

It's already the Spring Festival travel rush, and tickets are getting harder and harder to buy. If this guy really stays at home for the New Year, Hu Lin will probably be so anxious that she'll come all the way from Shenyang to look for him.

So on the morning of the fifth day, Jiang Yang went to the hotel suite, stepped on the short plush carpet, and practically patted Zhao Jinmai's butt to wake her up.

Throwing tantrums and rolling on the ground won't work.

They forcibly got into a Corolla and took Yang Chaoyue to the high-speed rail station.

The North Square of Wudu has only been open for a year, and from a distance it has glass curtain walls and a steel structure roof.

The construction site fences around the area have not yet been removed, causing taxis to frequently drive to the wrong South Square.

There are temporary diversion points set up at the security checkpoints during the Spring Festival travel rush, and announcements are broadcasting repeatedly that hairspray and mousse are strictly prohibited.

"Yang-ge, why don't you come back to Shenyang with me for the New Year! I'll take you to the Ice and Snow World to play on the ice slides, it's so much fun! A few years ago when I was playing there, my butt got stuck to the ice, and my mom had to pull it off!"

While queuing, Zhao Jinmai grabbed Jiang Yang's wrist: "There's also Zhongjie Pedestrian Street, I'll take you to try some frozen pears dipped in white sugar, they're super sweet!"

Yang Chaoyue, who was carrying a suitcase next to him, also said, "Brother Yang, why don't you come to my house for a while? There's a fishing boat worship ceremony in my hometown recently, and there will also be talent shows in the village at night."

"Definitely next time."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "I have my final exams in a couple of days."

The final exam isn't that important; it's just a way to test the results of your hard-earned learning.

They basically got it all from Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang knew in his heart that it wouldn't be bad.

Importantly, before the Chinese New Year, I still have to go to Beijing and Shanghai to take the art exams.

Luckily, I had registered beforehand and also enrolled in the Beijing Dance Academy.

I have to visit the Beijing Dance Academy, the Central Academy of Drama, the Beijing Film Academy, and the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, and Shanghai Theatre Academy are easy to deal with.

Beijing Dance Academy isn't very confident because it doesn't have many dance attributes it has acquired yet; they've all come from Zhang Ruonan.

There's no way to get this information from Tian Xiwei; I can't teach her myself.

During these five days, Jiang Yang did try to extract dance skills from Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai.

Zhao Jinmai had no desire to learn, so Jiang Yang gave up.

Yang Chaoyue was willing to learn, and her attitude towards learning was extremely upright, but when it came to practicing dancing, her movements were very uncoordinated.

When her brain sends the command to raise her hand, sometimes it takes a second for her hand to move, like a network lag.

It's a minor issue to move your hands and feet in unison.

It spun around like an out-of-control top that crashed into a mirror.

I can never tell my left from my right foot; I have to look down at my feet to confirm.

What others can remember after three tries, Yang Chaoyue needs to do thirty times to remember, and then he forgets it all the next day when he wakes up.

When dancing, you have to keep your mouth moving in time with the music.

Not only did Jiang Yang manage to acquire very few dance attributes, but he was also afraid that if he continued teaching, he would get high blood pressure from the stress.

I had no choice but to give up.

Chat for a while.

The security check line during the Spring Festival travel rush moved slowly forward.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly stepped on something, staggered, and almost fell. He kicked it with his toe and realized it was betel nut that someone had spat out.

"Hey Yang, have you ever chewed betel nut?" Zhao Jinmai asked.

"I tried it once, and the experience was terrible."

Jiang Yang recalled his first time eating betel nut in his past life:
“That time was also during the Chinese New Year. I went to my cousin’s house to pay my respects. I took a bag of betel nuts from him and started chewing them. After I chewed one, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone was choking my throat. When I came to my senses, I found that it was my cousin who was choking me and asking me why I was chewing his betel nuts.”

The security check line stretched out in no time.

The collection basket contained ceramic knives, lighters, and hairspray—items prohibited during the Spring Festival travel rush.

Jiang Yang couldn't get them in, so he stopped and waved to Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue: "Maimai, Chaoyue, see you next year."

Zhao Jinmai waved to Jiang Yang with a grin, about to say something.

Suddenly, her eyes reddened.

She pouted and snuggled into Jiang Yang's arms.

Her little hands were wrapped around Jiang Yang's waist, and one of her little legs was hooked around Jiang Yang's heel: "Brother Yang, it's still the most fun to be with you. I don't want to leave."

Zhao Jinmai blinked hard, her eyes glistening with tears.

Jiang Yang raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Jinmai's slightly chubby jawline, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "Go back and praise me to Teacher Hu. I was supposed to send you off on the high-speed train five days ago, but I delayed until now. Your mother is probably cursing me in her heart."

"Yeah, I'll definitely rave about you to my mom!"

It was rare to hear Zhao Jinmai praise herself.

It was worth all the time I spent having so much fun with this guy these past few days.

Jiang Yang asked, "How did you praise me?"

"I'm praising you for turning off the darkest light."

Jiang Yang unceremoniously picked up Zhao Jinmai and put her through the security gate.

Turning around, she saw Yang Chaoyue placing her and Zhao Jinmai's suitcases one after the other into the security checkpoint.

Yang Chaoyue didn't rush to go through the security gate.

I paused for a second.

She walked toward Jiang Yang, who was waving goodbye to her from the corner.

Pretending to tidy up the scarf I bought in Chongqing, I looked down at the tips of my shoes.

He seemed to want to say something, but dared not.

The forceful pursing of the lips caused the cheeks to puff out slightly.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Approaching Jiang Yang, she breathed softly and asked in a low voice, her voice growing softer and softer: "Brother Yang, I want to hug you too."

"what did you say?"

Jiang Yang leaned forward slightly, not hearing clearly.

I want to fuck too?
That won't do.

Yang Chaoyue pretended to casually shorten the distance, but when he saw Jiang Yang leaning forward, he froze.

She pinched the hem of her clothes with her fingers and then let go.

She haphazardly tidied her hair, her fingertips trembling slightly: "Give me a hug, like Mai Mai does."

The words fell.

Yang Chaoyue then saw Jiang Yang take half a step towards him.

Then everything went completely black.

Coming to her senses, she realized that her cheeks were pressed into Jiang Yang's plush coat.

Jiang Yang hugged her waist gently, without much force.

Jiang Yang's voice came from below, his head bowed: "You've arrived back home. Send a message to let me know you're safe and give my regards to your father."

"Okay, all right," Yang Chaoyue murmured, his accent shifting from Mandarin to the accent of his hometown, Wanggang Village in Yancheng.

"I've packed a few packs of Chen Changyin's fried dough twists from Chongqing in your suitcase, along with some hot pot base in the Golden Pot version, so your dad can try them."

"Okay."

"There's also a bottle of Poet Immortal Taibai Wine. This wine is very hard to get. I only have one at home, and I put it in your suitcase. Mai Mai doesn't have any. What would a little kid like her drink..."

Yes, yes.

Yang Chaoyue nodded in response, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

One hand hovered over Jiang Yang's back, wanting to hug him, but keeping a few centimeters apart and not daring to touch him.

With his other hand, he fiddled with the zipper on Jiang Yang's plush coat.

It slides up and down.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang raised his hand and gently stroked Yang Chaoyue's cheek that Yang Chaoyue froze as he zipped up Jiang Yang's coat: "Just relax at home and have a comfortable New Year, don't worry about anything, next year will be..."

"Okay, okay."

As Jiang Yang spoke, he heard a cacophony of noise from the surrounding security checkpoint area.

The metal detector's alarm beeps every ten seconds.

The female announcer repeatedly says: Please do not bring flammable or explosive materials.

A local woman cried out in a high-pitched voice, "Little one, don't run around!"

A man with a strong Northeastern accent asked, "Where's the back of the line?"

There was also the rustling sound of snakeskin bags rubbing against the floor tiles, and the clattering sound of suitcase wheels getting stuck in the cracks in the floor.

Yang Chaoyue felt these chaotic sounds gradually receding from him, and he was becoming deaf.

All that remained in his ears were Jiang Yang's words.

"Things will get better next year. I will always be by your side and watch you grow up."

A promise is like a knitting needle, stitch by stitch, weaving broken courage back to its original form.

Yang Chaoyue's hand, which was hanging on Jiang Yang's back, slowly moved to touch him.

I dare not use too much force.

Gently leaning against each other.

The cool touch on her cheeks gradually warmed up as Jiang Yang's warm palms touched her skin.

I don't know if things will be better next year, but right now, all I want is to stay in Jiang Yang's arms and be a child who never grows up.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes reddened.

I didn't want Yang Ge to see me crying.

She secretly wiped her tears inside Jiang Yang's woolen coat, like snow falling on charcoal fire, silent yet scalding.
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