Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 202 Tian Xiwei reports bad news to her family but not good news

Tian Xi smiled brightly, knowing exactly what was going on.

To allow Jiang Yang to focus on her art exam, she brought Teacher Hao Chun along to accompany her.

Jiang Yang is so good to me.

She could sense Jiang Yang's favoritism towards her.

I wonder what resources Jiang Yang can bring me after signing with Jiang Yang's company, and what kind of announcements I can get.

The care you give yourself is something you can truly feel.

Back in my room, I took out a pair of fleece trousers from my bag and put them on over my gymnastics uniform.

Add a cotton-padded jacket to your upper body as well.

My phone rang; it was my mom calling.

After the call connected, I heard my mother's familiar accent.

Chat for a while.

Hearing his younger sister's voice, clamoring to chat with Tian Xiwei, and hearing Grey Wolf shouting on the TV, "I will definitely come back."

They should be at home.

My mother handed the phone to my younger sister, and I heard her ask, "Sister, is Beiping fun? Was Tiananmen Square beautiful?"

"We haven't reached Tiananmen Square yet."

On the other end of the phone, I heard my mother scolding my younger sister.

Tell your younger sister not to always think about playing, but to ask more about her older sister's life.

Then my younger sister asked, "Sister, is it okay for you to stay in a hostel? Be careful!"

“I didn’t stay in a hostel, I stayed in a five-star hotel in Chaoyang District, called Dong… Dong something, I don’t recognize the last character.” Tian Xiwei looked at the room key card, her speech quickened and her tone rose.

It means sharing joy.

There's also an unconscious urge to show off to family members.

Vanity is made tangible.

I haven't told Ye Qingzhu about this, I'm so frustrated.

She unconsciously shrugged her shoulders and continued, "I'm going to the Beijing Dance Academy soon to take the entrance exam. I have a dance teacher with national honors accompanying me, and I also have a lead actor from a TV drama that airs on satellite channels accompanying me."

The sound from the phone is played through the speaker.

Originally, Tian's father and mother were chatting about something.

Hearing his eldest daughter's words, he gradually fell silent.

I know my eldest daughter has a very strong personality.

Even when they suffer outside, they will force themselves not to tell their families.

Staying in five-star hotels, accompanied by national-level dance teachers, and even starring in TV dramas broadcast on satellite channels.

I don't know what a satellite TV drama is; all I know is that my daughter has no chance of encountering such characters.

Xiwei only had two thousand yuan in her pocket, and the cost of a five-star hotel was far beyond her means.

The more you try to hide it and not tell the truth...

The more this is explained, the more Xiwei is suffering.

She always answered in a nonchalant manner.

Mr. and Mrs. Tian felt uneasy. Their younger sister, holding her phone, sat on the sofa giggling and asking questions that interested her: "Sister, did you meet any celebrities in Beiping?"

"Yes, I saw Zhao Jinmai."

"Who is Zhao Jinmai? Is she a celebrity?"

"It's Little Fairy, Ling Meiqi, the one who's always brave and impulsive in everything she does."

"Really!"

My sister's tone suddenly became excited.

Let's chat for a bit.

The phone was taken by Tian's mother: "Xiwei, if you're short of money while you're out, tell your parents. Your parents have money, so eat well and don't be stingy with money. You're at the age where you're growing."

"I have money, so I don't need to ask you for money anymore."

Tian Xiwei didn't want to hide it; she really wanted to tell her parents what she had seen on set last night.

I want to share my joy with my family.

After chatting for a while, I realized something was wrong.

I couldn't hear the joy in my parents' voices.

I gradually realized that even if I told the truth, my parents would most likely not believe me.

Resist your urge to share.

He didn't mention that he had signed with a company, nor did he mention anything about the film crew.

To reassure her parents, Tian Xi paused for a moment, slowed her speech, and quickly organized her thoughts:

"Mom and Dad, I was just joking with my sister. I was just teasing her. I don't have the money to stay in a five-star hotel. Those are for rich people. I'm staying in a hostel, the kind of hostel I used to stay in when I was in Beijing for art exam training."

"It's cheap, not expensive, fifty yuan a day... Yes, yes, I'm staying with other students preparing for the art exams... Hmm, I'll control my temper, everyone's easy to get along with..."

"Yes, yes... Okay, okay, I'll buy fruit to eat..."

"Beiping... the smog in Beiping is a bit heavy, so I sometimes have to wear a mask when I go out... I know, I know... I'll obey the traffic rules, I'm a grown-up now..."

"It's a pity I didn't come back directly from Beiping, otherwise I would have brought you Peking duck..."

hang up the phone.

Tian Xiwei pressed her phone against her forehead for a few seconds, sighed silently, and slumped her shoulders.

Suddenly I realized that I couldn't tell my family everything.

Everything I'm going through sounds absurd to my parents, but my sister believes it all.

I didn't tell my parents the truth; I only said what they wanted to hear to put their minds at ease.

She knows her parents very well.

I don't expect my career to be great; I just hope to be safe and healthy while I'm away from home.

In the past, I always reported good news and never bad news. After becoming an artist under Jiangyang Company, I received good treatment and had to report bad news to my family in order to put their minds at ease.

It feels weird.

My younger sister longs to visit Beiping (Beijing). If there's a chance in the future, I'll bring her to Beiping and treat her to a big cup of Beiping's fermented mung bean juice.

Jiang Yang took the elevator to the parking lot.

The VIP parking area is brightly lit, spacious, with no obvious shadows, and is monitored from all directions.

Passing a Maybach, an Audi A8, and a BMW 7 Series, Jiang Yang took out his Porsche car keys, walked to his parking space, paused, and squinted in confusion: "Where's the car?" He thought for a moment.

It dawned on me.

Raising an eyebrow, he pulled out his phone and tagged Zhao Jinmai in the [Three Scoundrels] group chat: ["Maimai, did you take my car?"]
[“Yes, I didn’t get to ride in the Corolla, so I’ll make do with your beat-up Porsche. It won’t be a free ride; I’ve gotten you a four-wheel drive car in your parking spot.”] Zhao Jinmai replied.

Jiang Yang looked up at the empty parking space.

There's a four-wheel drive car in the corner next to the parking line.

To be precise, it's a four-wheel drive vehicle.

Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

He crouched down, picked it up, and examined it. It contained batteries, a motor, and a coupling. Near the front of the car, on the hood, was the character "豪" (hao).

Turn the switch.

The motor hummed, causing the four wheels to spin rapidly.

As soon as it was placed on the ground, it shot off.

It slammed against the wall with a bang.

The four-wheel drive vehicle flipped over and crashed to the ground, its chassis flipped and its tires spun freely.

Two guide wheels broke off, and the car body cracked.

Jiang Yang smiled.

He took a picture and posted it in the group chat: [“MaiMai, some bastard messed with your car, it's in this state.”]
The group chat will be quiet for a minute.

Zhao Jinmai sent a voice message: ["What kind of beast did this! Destroying children's toys!"]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: [“Worse than an animal!”]
Jiang Yang didn't dare to say a word.

Zhao Jinmai then sent a message: ["Xiao Jiang, lend me 20 yuan, I need to buy a new four-wheel drive car."]
Jiang Yang replied: "Okay."
I sent Zhao Jinmai a red envelope with a note saying 20 yuan, and put 1 cent in it.

Zhao Jinmai received a red envelope and sent an emoji of Red Wolf hitting Gray Wolf with a frying pan.

I borrowed a Buick GL8 from the hotel.

I drove to the hotel's reception area and saw Liu Haochun and Tian Xiwei, carrying dance bags, chatting at the entrance.

Liu Haochun stood upright with a ballerina-like grace, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers gripping the bag strap tightly.

Tian Xiwei would occasionally glance at the passing vehicles.

Jiang Yang held the steering wheel with one hand and casually rested the other hand on the car window. He rolled down the window and glanced at the two people in the rearview mirror: "Xiwei, Haochun, this car."

They saw that Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun were both looking over.

Jiang Yang slightly raised his chin, his posture casual, and lingered his gaze for a moment longer: "Xiwei, you sit in the passenger seat."

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiwei's eyes lit up instantly, unable to hide her joy: "You're here."

She carried her dance bag, her steps were light and cheerful, her toes unconsciously rising slightly, and her ponytail fluttered in the wind.

Liu Haochun glanced at Tian Xiwei's excited expression out of the corner of his eye, maintaining a smile without revealing any bitterness.

After Tian Xiwei got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she asked, "What kind of car is this? It's so spacious. Where's yesterday's Porsche?"

"It was conscripted by a little brat."

Tian Xiwei secretly adjusted the seat position.

I wonder if, when Jiang Yang drives this car in the future, there will be other people sitting in the passenger seat.

At least for now, make it her own seat.

There was no tension on the way to the art exam.

Lady Gaga's "Poker Face" was playing in the car.

Shoulders sway gently to the music, fingers tapping rhythm on knees.

She would freeze when she met Jiang Yang's gaze, feeling a sense of shame as if she had been caught red-handed.

There was no pre-exam anxiety.

Every cell in my body is happy.

I secretly glanced at Jiang Yang's profile.

First glance at the side of their face, then at their hand; if they are caught, they quickly lower their head.

Jiang Yang didn't notice Tian Xiwei's actions; he was staring at the rearview mirror, observing Liu Haochun's reaction.

As Tian Xiwei jogged past her, Liu Haochun realized that Jiang Yang wasn't paying attention to her, and she immediately stopped smiling.

You can sense that Jiang Yang is treating Tian Xiwei differently.

Very normal.

understand.

He stepped over, opened the back door, glanced down for a second, and the movement was clean and efficient.

After getting on the bus, she habitually adjusted her skirt to hide her emotions.

As the car started moving.

When Liu Haochun placed her dance bag on the seat next to her, she realized that she seemed to have pressed down on something.

It was a paper agreement.

Liu Haochun suddenly realized something.

I took it and glanced at it.

It's an artist contract with Jiangyang Company, with clear terms, a defined revenue sharing structure, and my contact information.

Liu Haochun held his breath, paused when his fingers touched the paper, bit the inside of his lower lip as he quickly flipped through it, his breathing became lighter, and he suppressed his excitement.

My parents never keep the promises they make to me.

Jiang Yang didn't lie to her; he kept his word.

Liu Haochun looked up and saw through the rearview mirror that Jiang Yang was chatting casually with Tian Xiwei in the front seat, smiling very nicely.

Liu Haochun's eyes were slightly red.

it is more than words.

With trembling fingers, he took out a pen, rubbed his hands together, and tried to calm himself down.

He signed his name, his handwriting gradually becoming steady.

He bent down and smoothed out the wrinkles in the contract.

Tian Xiwei was unaware of what was happening in the back row and was still humming a song.

Jiang Yang glanced at Liu Haochun through the rearview mirror, said nothing, chuckled, and turned away.

Liu Haochun carefully put the contract into his bag. When he looked up, he had regained his composure, and there was a light in his eyes.
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ps: Please give me a monthly ticket.

(End of this chapter)