Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 196 I Miss You Too
After watching for a while, Yang Chaoyue took out his phone and sent a message to Jiang Yang: ["Brother Yang, Tian Xiwei is on set. She needs to confirm if you want him to sign this contract. She's outside the director's monitoring area and brought you some food."]
Suddenly I remembered my roommate, Sister Yan, from the textile factory.

I haven't been in touch with Sister Yan for a long time. I still have her contact information, but I don't like her posts anymore.

Among the contacts, there are many friends like Sister Yan.

We used to talk about everything, but gradually we've become strangers.

It was of my own volition.

The fewer friends you have who don't share common interests, the better your life will be.

Indifference can help you solve most of your troubles.

I envy Tian Xiwei's willingness to be completely open, just like I envy my former self who was unguarded.

Yang Chaoyue put his hands in his shirt pockets, still looking in Tian Xiwei's direction, tilted his head, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Raising her slightly trembling fingertips, she wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes, wiping away the self she could never return to.

As she turned to leave, she muttered to herself, "When I signed the contract, it clearly stated that office romances were prohibited... That bastard boss lied to me."

While the crew was filming the next shot, they re-lit the camera and adjusted the camera positions.

Jiang Yang took out his phone.

I opened the message sent by Yang Chaoyue.

Did Tian Xiwei bring him food?

He had already eaten dinner, a special meal for the lead actor, so he wouldn't be hungry at all.

Jiang Yang knew what was going on, and turned his head to look towards the perimeter of the monitor.

After passing through the noisy film set, I spotted Tian Xiwei's figure in the gap between the power supply boxes.

He strode over the cable and walked towards Tian Xiwei, smiling as he asked, "When did you arrive?"

Tian Xiwei noticed that Jiang Yang was looking in her direction.

The moment our eyes met, my heart was pounding so loudly I was afraid someone would hear it.

When she met Jiang Yang's gaze, she instinctively looked away, yet then looked at him firmly.

The smile on her face froze.

When Jiang Yang reached her, she said in a breathy voice, "I just arrived, I just arrived. Sister Chaoyue brought me here."

"I was supposed to pick you up, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay, Sister Chaoyue took good care of me."

Tian Xi looked around but didn't see Yang Chaoyue.

I noticed that the script supervisor, makeup artist, on-set producer, and director were all looking in my direction.

Very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, I received attention.

Tian Xiwei didn't forget her purpose: to ask Jiang Yang if he wanted to sign her.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue turned out as, "I, um, brought you some food."

As she spoke, she unlocked the insulated lunchbox and opened the lid: "There are shrimp balls and fried rice. I don't know if you like them."

"I like it, and I haven't eaten it yet."

Jiang Yang took the lunchbox and, without even using chopsticks, grabbed the shrimp balls directly with his hands.

Chew twice and swallow the shrimp ball.

He took the rice spoon from Tian Xiwei, scooped up two spoonfuls of fried rice, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The perfect image on the monitor is nothing compared to the disheveled state he presents while eating.

Suddenly I bit into a Sichuan peppercorn; the spiciness stimulated my taste buds and made them go numb.

Jiang Yang resisted the urge to frown, nodded vigorously, and wiped his eyes: "It's so delicious, so delicious I could cry."

Tian Xi smiled slightly.

It's clear that Jiang Yang likes to eat Sichuan peppercorns.

Next time I bring food for Jiangyang, I'll add more Sichuan peppercorns.

Unable to chat much with Tian Xiwei due to the tight filming schedule, Jiang Yang quickly ate a few bites and then led Tian Xiwei to the monitor.

Immediately, a makeup artist offered her folding chair to Tian Xiwei.

The mobile team leader, who had previously scolded Tian Xiwei for not leaving get off work late, proactively poured her a hot drink.

The lighting assistant brought Tian Xiwei a hand warmer, chatted with her for a few minutes with a smile, and then went back to his work.

Even the director, who was sitting in front of the monitor, chatted with Tian Xiwei for a while during breaks in filming.

Knowing that Tian Xiwei was a dance student and was about to take the art exam, he even gave her a few words of encouragement.

The sudden change in the attitude of those around me made me feel like I was dreaming.

A marginal figure on set suddenly became the focus of attention.

After finishing work, she followed Jiang Yang back to the East Hotel, where she slept alone in the suite, spending the night hugging an Egyptian cotton pillow.

The next morning. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, and started thinking about my experience on set the night before. Suddenly, I stopped.

It wasn't that I suddenly became the focus of attention on set, but rather that Jiang Yang was the focus of attention on set, and I was just benefiting from Jiang Yang's fame.

Jiang Yang is even more outstanding than I imagined.

She took out her phone, typed a message, and asked the question she hadn't asked all night: ["Jiang Yang, that contract Yang Chaoyue gave me, is it you who wants to sign me, or is it she who wants to sign me?"]
My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds.

Bite the inside of your lower lip.

The moment I sent it, I closed my eyes tightly, and my eyelashes trembled violently.

He suddenly shoved the phone to his chest.

My heart started racing.

I went back to bed and covered the mattress with my phone.

Wrapped in the blanket, she rolled halfway around, her toes unconsciously hooking onto the sheets, the fabric wrinkling into waves.

She curled up completely under the covers.

A moment later, she crawled out of bed again, picked up the fallen pillow with her toes, and covered her face.

Holding his breath, he waited for Jiang Yang's reply.

Jiang Yang heard his phone notification sound, stretched his arm out from under the covers, touched the phone, and only realized it when he felt cold and hunched his shoulders.

I got home too late and was too tired yesterday, so I didn't even turn on the air conditioner. I just quickly washed up and went to bed.

My thumb hovered above the screen, I was so sleepy.

Fingerprint unlock failed twice, but succeeded on the third try.

My right eye is completely closed, and my left eye can barely open a crack.

Upon seeing Tian Xiwei's name, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and he typed out: "[I'm the one who wants to sign you.]"
I only realized it after sending the message.

One character was missing.

It was typed as: I miss you.

Frowning, he sent another message: ["I'm the one who wants to sign you."]
After sending it, take a look at the time.

7 points.

Are all dance students so energetic?
I turned on the air conditioner, put my phone on the bedside table, and went straight to sleep.

Upon hearing the reply to the message, Tian Xiwei moved the pillow away from her face.

His cheeks were already flushed red, and he was breathing rapidly.

She slowly picked up her phone, the screen's light casting a warm glow on her face, and glanced at the two messages Jiang Yang had sent.

My gaze swept over the first line, my breath hitched briefly, and my fingertips went numb.

His gaze fell on the second message, and he realized that Jiang Yang had made a typo.

It turns out that Jiang Yang really wanted to sign him.

Yang Chaoyue was not lying to himself.

Tian Xi's breathing gradually calmed down as she stared at the two messages Jiang Yang had sent her on her phone screen.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

The phone screen gradually dimmed and then automatically turned off after a short while.

The dark screen reflected the smile in Tian Xiwei's dimples.

Clean and clear emotions.

She edited a message and sent it to Jiang Yang: "I miss you too."
After sending out the message, he posted another one: "[The company has signed me.]"
The message is sent.

He stuffed his phone under his pillow, buried his face in it, and let out a muffled, silly laugh.

Suddenly I felt very irrational.

This is a brokerage contract; you should read it carefully and think it over thoroughly before signing it.

If I don't sign, I'm afraid I'll regret it later.

The repeated confirmation of the agreement's contents is proof that it is valued.

Every choice I make as an adult is like a crossroads, except for liking him.

Jiang Yang's phone, which was on the bedside table, lit up.

I received a message from Tian Xiwei.

He remained completely still.

Half an hour later, I received a message from Yang Chaoyue: ["Boss, Tian Xiwei signed it. She just came to my room, looked at the contract for me, and said there were no problems. Send me a red envelope."]
Then came another message from Yang Chaoyue:
[“Liu Haochun messaged me, asking me to take Tian Xiwei to the dance studio. He said you told her that if she could improve the dance skills of Mai Mai, me, and Tian Xiwei, you would sign her… What’s going on?”]
I did not receive a reply from Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue called, but the call didn't go through. Then there was a WeChat voice call, but Jiang Yang still didn't answer.

I was in a deep sleep.

Yang Chaoyue sent another message: ["He can sleep even more than me, I'm really impressed."]
Finally, two more messages: ["The roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) you wanted for breakfast wasn't available at the restaurant, so I went out and bought you two and hung them on your doorknob... My math has improved! Roujiamo is three yuan each, but the vendor charged me five yuan for two. I told him it was clearly six yuan, and he immediately admitted he made a mistake."]
[“I’ll take Tian Xiwei to the dance studio first, and see if Liu Haochun can teach her anything.”]
ps: Ask for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)