Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 165 Forgot to Say a Zero
Yang Chaoyue had just come out of the bathroom when he saw the message from Zhao Jinmai and burst out laughing.

Try hard not to laugh, otherwise your period will start coming in waves and you won't be able to stop it, and you'll have to change into a new sanitary napkin.

Sometimes I really envy Mai Mai.

You can take advantage of your young age and call Yang Ge "Xiao Jiang" without Yang Ge arguing with Mai Mai.

I also wanted to call Yang Ge "Xiao Jiang," but I didn't dare.

Back in her room, she glanced at herself in the mirror.

He was wearing a fluorescent pink puffer jacket that he used to wear in winter back in his hometown, with the cuffs worn smooth and shiny.

I put on my woolen socks.

They tied on an apron with the word "feed" printed on it and put on rubber shoes.

It blends perfectly into the rural environment of my hometown.

I glanced again at the fur-trimmed coat hanging in the closet and really wanted to wear it because it looked so good.

Which girl doesn't like to be pretty?
But I know I can't wear it.

Yang said we can't flaunt our wealth.

You can let the villagers know that you are successful, but you can't let them see that you are doing better than them.

This can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

It's not to reduce trouble for myself, but for my father.

I've grown up.

We must protect Father.

Yang Shimin returned from picking some greens and spinach from the field and saw his daughter carrying a large bag of things as she went out: "Hey, where are you going?"

“Go to Aunt Wang’s place. Brother Yang gave her a lot of good stuff from Chongqing. Aunt Wang is our neighbor. Share some with her. You live alone. If something happens to you and I’m not around, you’ll need your neighbor to take care of you.”

Yang Shimin sat in front of the wood-fired stove, watching his daughter with a smile on her face as she hurriedly went out.

A moment later, I heard a burst of laughter from my neighbor next door.

And the neighbor's loud praise for his daughter.

"Yueyue is so sensible, she's so promising, she still remembers Aunt Wang."

"What's this? Goodness, hot pot base from Chongqing, Lantern-Shaped Beef, Jiangjin Rice Candy, Cikou Chen Twisted Dough Sticks... These are all famous delicacies from Chongqing. Come in and have a seat, Yueyue."

"If anything happens to your father in the future, I will definitely take care of him."

Yang Shimin sat in front of the wood-fired stove in the courtyard, constantly adding firewood and dried corncobs to the stove.

He silently smoked a cigarette, revealing a gap in his teeth.

He smiled as he listened to his neighbor's praise of his daughter.

I originally thought that since my daughter had become successful, beautiful, and dressed in high-end clothes, she would be unwilling to do housework at home.

Unexpectedly, when her daughter returned, she changed out of the nice clothes she had bought in the city.

Put on the clothes worn by the lower Liba people in your hometown.

Go to the greenhouse, lift the plastic film, and let the vegetable garden breathe.

Water was drawn from a hand pump to irrigate the vegetable garden that was overwintering.

When we got to the chicken coop outside, we mixed corn kernels with leftover rice and sprinkled them while imitating the clucking of chickens.

When Yang Shimin saw his daughter doing these farm chores, he subconsciously felt that his daughter hadn't changed.

Still the same as before.

They even became more diligent in their work.

But it wasn't until he watched his daughter constantly carrying food out to visit each neighbor, giving them ingratiating smiles, racking her brains to find topics to chat about, and finally bringing up the topic of her father, that he realized how important it was to her.

I hope my neighbors can take care of themselves.

Yang Shimin's wrinkled eyes gradually reddened, and his heart grew warmer and warmer.

Suddenly realized.

My daughter has actually changed.

Like me, I used to be inarticulate and socially awkward, but now I'm starting to understand social etiquette.

My daughter used to be willing to do farm work because she was forced to by circumstances.

My daughter is now willing to do farm work so that she can have an easier time.

My daughter is playful at heart. Since my divorce, she has become increasingly quiet and doesn't take the initiative to interact with the neighbors.

Now, in order to get the neighbors to look after him, he pretends to be very outgoing and visits them as soon as he finishes his work.

What a wonderful daughter. I feel unworthy of her; I failed to give her a complete family, and I feel deeply indebted to her.

Yang Shimin took out a stack of red bills from inside his coat.

3 million yuan.

The first thing my daughter did when she got home was give it to me.

Knowing that her daughter would force it on her if she didn't want it, she decided to keep it for now and secretly slip it into her bag after the New Year when she took her to the bus station... no, to the high-speed rail station.

Every little bit helps save my daughter money.

My daughter is working hard and making a living in another city, and she really needs money.

The most important thing is for the whole family to be safe, healthy, and happy.

Yang Shimin could sense that ever since his daughter got this new job, she was always happy and looking forward to life whenever she called him.

I've found a great boss.

correct.

I left Mr. Jiang's mobile phone number last time, so I should call him to wish him a Happy New Year on Chinese New Year's Day.

It is indeed somewhat embarrassing for elders to offer New Year's greetings to younger generations.

Can't take care of these.

I'm old and useless now, and I can't help my daughter much. But if I can use my reputation to make Mr. Jiang happy and pay more attention to my daughter, it's worth it.

When Yang Chaoyue returned from outside, the firewood on the stove in the courtyard was still crackling and popping.

My father is cooking over a wood-fired stove made of red bricks.

I listened as my father chatted casually about some things happening in the village.

When talking about how everyone in the village knows he can now see him on TV since his last visit, the old man's smile was especially bright.

When he got excited, he unconsciously slapped his thigh.

When flipping the wok, he doesn't dodge when oil splatters onto his arm.

Yang Chaoyue sat on a small stool by the stove, his hands wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his knees, just like when he was a child waiting for food.

She smiled with her lips pursed.

As he laughed, Yang Chaoyue carefully examined his father's skin, his blinking rate quickening, and his eyes glistening with tears.

The wrinkles around her eyes were as deep as a fishing net.

There are permanent erythema spots on the cheekbones left by sunburn.

There is a V-shaped demarcation line for sunburn on the collarbone area.

His dark face bore deep lines from years of hard work with his head down.

I just looked at my father's photos from when he was young again in my boudoir.

When my father was young, he wore a military uniform, stood up straight, and had much better skin than he does now.

Before I knew it, my father had aged so much.

I remember Yang Ge saying before that actors wear makeup for long periods of time, which can easily lead to dry skin, so they need to moisturize regularly, otherwise they will age faster.

That's why I came back this time.

I specially bought a set of skincare products for my father.

Biotherm's facial cleanser, Shiseido's moisturizing lotion, and Kiehl's Men's Revitalizing Moisturizing Set.

Yang Chaoyue went back into the house and took out all the skincare products he had bought for his father, telling his father not to cook yet.

"Girl, how much do all these things cost in total?"

Father Yang sat on a wooden stool by the round table in the courtyard.

I just listened to my daughter and washed my face with facial cleanser.

First time use.

It's quite dry.

I just don't know what the price will be.

He sat at the round table in the courtyard, looking at the exquisitely packaged skincare products on the table, and awkwardly rested his hands on his knees.

"More than two thousand." Yang Chaoyue opened the package.

I regretted it as soon as I said it; I forgot to mention a zero.

(End of this chapter)