Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 211 Who is the Boss?
She failed the preliminary exam for the Beijing Dance Academy, but then received a notification from Jiang Yang.

I don't know what kind of TV series "Fighter of the Destiny" is, or what the production team is like.

What Tian Xiwei values ​​more is the word "announcement".

My phone chimed once.

In the [Battle of the Four] group chat, Jiang Yang sent another message: ["Did you get it? Why is no one replying? Are you all sleeping in? @Yang Chaoyue, give me admin privileges so I can @all members. I'll take you guys to the set tonight."]
Yang Chaoyue did not reply.

Liu Haochun did not reply.

Tian Xi glanced at the time; it was only seven in the morning.

Yang Chaoyue and Liu Haochun are probably still asleep.

She woke up early because she was preoccupied with her decision to leave; otherwise, she would probably still be sleeping.

Jiang Yang sent another message: [“One or two of them, they can sleep like dogs, I’m speechless.”]
Tian Xi clicked on Jiang Yang's profile picture and sent him a private message: ["Don't come to pick me up tonight. I want to take the bus and see the sights of Beiping. Have you ever taken a bus in Beiping?"]
[“I’ve sat here before.”] Jiang Yang replied.

"How does it feel?"
["I have a very vivid memory of it. The girl sitting next to me on the bus fell asleep and naturally put her arm around mys. I'll never forget that feeling, because after I got off the bus, I realized my wallet was gone."]
I chatted with Jiang Yang for a bit.

Tian Xiwei wanted to stay in bed a little longer, but she was too excited to fall asleep.

I went out to the street next to the hotel, near the 798 Art District, and bought two roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers).

It's the one Yang Chaoyue brought her yesterday.

It tastes pretty good.

Arriving at the stall, watching the owner, wearing an apron, heating up braised meat, Tian Xiwei was still immersed in the excitement of receiving the notice.

I really want to share my joy with others.

Judging by the time, Mom and Dad shouldn't have gone to work yet.

She opened her mother's WeChat and sent a video request.

The video was connected quickly.

Tian Xiwei's mother appeared on the screen, her cheeks were slightly sagging, her eyes were large, and her tear troughs were deep. She was sitting at the dining table at home, drinking soy milk, with a layer of soy milk foam on her upper lip: "Weiwei, you're up so early?"

"Yes, they're buying breakfast. Look at the old man and his sister."

My father has a short haircut and his bone structure is very similar to Tian Xiwei's, with a high nose bridge.

When I was young, my lips were thicker, but now that I'm older, they've become thinner, and my philtrum is longer than it used to be.

The bowl in front of me contains wontons from the Wudu region, the soup stained red with chili oil.

Mr. Tian leaned forward, looking at his daughter on the phone screen, and paused in his act of scooping up wontons with a spoon: "How did you get so thin?"

"No, I didn't lose weight. The video has a beauty filter that automatically slims my face."

"Oh, no wonder."

Dad tapped the screen, zoomed in on his image, and laughed, "No wonder you have fewer wrinkles on your face."

Let's chat for a bit.

Tian Xiwei really wanted to tell her parents about receiving the job offer.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say them.

Because I know my parents will always worry about me.

I don't encounter these things in my daily life, and they're not in my parents' minds. If my parents knew that I, a high school student, had signed with a company and was immediately receiving job offers, they would most likely feel that I had been deceived while I was away from home.

In the end, I didn't tell my parents.

Just consider it a casual chat.

Tian's mother got up, and the camera followed the floor, shooting towards the living room.

I saw my younger sister with short hair, curled up in the corner of the sofa, hugging a Pleasant Goat doll in her arms, her fingers unconsciously picking at the loose threads of the doll, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

Tian Xiwei called out to her younger sister, but found that her sister did not respond.

I had a subconscious feeling that something was wrong.

That look in my eyes... it's familiar. My sister always looks like that when she's troubled.

Tian Xiwei's hand tightened around her phone, her tone remaining light: "Little sister! Look here!"

The younger sister suddenly looked up, quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and smiled with surprise at the phone screen: "Sister."

"Are you unhappy?"

No, no.

The younger sister forced herself to smile, but what she revealed was a bitter smile.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"No...no..."

The younger sister stammered, unable to speak. Too young, her language was disorganized; after a few words, her voice nasal, it quickly turned into a sob: "My Big Bad Wolf and Red Wolf have been lost by Old Man..."

These are two dolls that my younger sister really likes.

Tian Xiwei won it with a claw machine when she was in her first year of high school.

I wanted to experience the fun of playing claw machines, and I took the two plush toys I won home to give to my younger sister.

My younger sister has always loved it; sometimes she even holds it while watching TV.

"Mom! What's going on!" Seeing that her younger sister couldn't explain, Tian Xiwei asked her mother, who was holding a phone.

Aunt Tian explained, "There are too many toys in the house. Yesterday afternoon, when we were cleaning the house, your father threw away the two broken ones."

Hear the words.

Tian Xiwei's smile faded.

Frowning.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Those two dolls were unimportant to Dad; he would just throw them away when they got dirty or broken.

For her younger sister, he was a playmate who accompanied her through two years of growing up.

I overheard my dad, who was eating wontons at the dining table, say, "That toy is all moldy. How can we not throw it away? It'll attract cockroaches."

He had barely finished speaking when Aunt Tian snapped at him, "Eat your food! Say another word and I'll flip the table!"

Dad Tian lowered his head and ate his rice, tapping the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks: "You know you're old, you know you're old, don't make a fuss."

Hearing her father being scolded by her mother made Tian Xiwei feel a little better.

That way, she won't lose her temper and yell at her father, and he'll accuse her of being unfilial.

You might not feel anything when you throw away a new doll, but the old doll is the one you love the most.

The phone camera was pointed at the younger sister again.

Tian Xiwei saw that her younger sister was not curled up in the corner of the sofa, but was bending over and picking something up from the sofa with her fingers.

"Hey sis, what are you doing?"

There's hair on the sofa.

The younger sister carefully picked up a few strands of hair from the sofa, then held them up to the camera, pointing her little finger at Tian Xiwei: "Sister, look, there's a lot of hair on the sofa, and the dirty ones, so I picked them all off."

The younger sister pinched her hair between her fingertips and rubbed it.

Eyes are red.

He wasn't looking at the camera.

"When your sister comes back from her art exam, I'll buy you a new toy doll. Beijing, Shanghai, Nanjing—you can choose whichever you like," Tian Xiwei comforted her. "Don't be sad."

"I'm not sad, sister."

The little sister pouted, "Old man is right. It's my fault for not washing Grey Wolf and Red Wolf properly. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten lost. I haven't learned how to wash my toys..."

Talking and talking.

Suddenly, my sister couldn't hold back her sobs. As soon as she closed her eyes, tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't stop sobbing.

Sniffle hard.

For some reason, Tian Xiwei had no feelings for the two dolls her father had thrown away, but when she saw her younger sister crying, she felt sad too.

Her eyes were slightly red: "When I come back, I'll bring you an autographed photo of Zhao Jinmai. Do you want it?"

Who is Zhao Jinmai?

"It's Little Fairy."

"want!"

My sister's sobs subsided somewhat.

Seeing that her younger sister was still holding a strand of hair, Tian Xiwei continued, "I'll bring you back a strand of Little Fairy's hair too."

"Good! Good!"

After some coaxing, the little sister finally stopped crying.

Tian Xiwei said to her mother, "Mom, I want to talk to Dad for a bit."

"He's your father after all, don't yell at him, talk to him nicely," Aunt Tian reminded him.

"I know."

Tian Xi responded with a soft sound.

I saw the screen on my phone was shaking.

Tian's mother came to the table and looked at Tian's father, who was eating wontons.

With red chili oil smeared on his lips, Tian's father paused in his eating of wontons, looking at his eldest daughter's tense face on the screen: "What's wrong?"

"Hey, he's a happy guy!"

"Okay, I got it."

Mr. Tian gave a perfunctory reply.

Let's chat for a bit.

He brought up Tian Xiwei's recent art exam progress: "How difficult is the second round of auditions at the Beijing Dance Academy?"

"I didn't know. I didn't even pass the preliminary test. The scores came out yesterday."

"Didn't even pass the preliminary exam?"

"I could have passed, but I made a mistake by accident." Tian Xi's tone softened suddenly, and she seemed very unsure of herself.

"He's just a happy-go-lucky rascal!" Tian's father scolded without any politeness.

"Oh, I know, I know. It's not just the Beijing Dance Academy; there's also the Shanghai Theatre Academy and the Nanjing University of the Arts that I haven't taken the entrance exam for."

Tian Xi gave a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone.

Staring at the black screen of her phone, her lips trembled silently as she muttered a few curses at her father.

If it were someone of the same generation in the family who was wronged like this, they would scold them even more harshly.

But it just so happens to be my own father; there's nothing I can do about it.

I originally wanted to make a video call to share my joy with my parents, but I didn't say anything happy because I was afraid they would worry. Instead, I ended up making myself angry.

At the same time, I feel very fortunate.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang wasn't around, otherwise he might have seen her violent and fierce side, which is not very appealing to boys.

While waiting for the scallion pancakes to be made, Tian Xi was scrolling through short videos on Kuaishou.

I've never done this before.

When she saw Jiang Yang using this app during her art exams, she started using it too.

I came across a video about animals that described the differences in lifestyle between cheetahs, leopards, and jaguars.

After watching the entire video, she still couldn't tell which was a cheetah, which was a leopard, and which was a jaguar.

Tian Xi downloaded the video from Weibo and sent it to Jiang Yang: ["Jiang Yang, can you tell which is a cheetah, which is a leopard, and which is a jaguar? They all look pretty much the same."]
Not a moment later.

The phone vibrates.

Jiang Yang replied: [“It’s quite difficult to tell them apart by appearance; you have to use your hands to distinguish them.”]
How do you distinguish them by hand?
["If they reach out their hand for you to touch, it's a cheetah; if they reach out and their hand disappears, it's a leopard; if they reach out and you disappear, it's a jaguar."]
Jiang Yang went to the bathroom and finished washing up.

After sending a message to Tian Xiwei, he sent another: ["He reached out and there was a box of Rick's cigarette cartridges in his hand; it was Snow Leopard."]
Received a message from Tian Xiwei: ["You replied so quickly, aren't you busy right now?"]
"I'm not busy, I haven't gone to the film set yet, I'm at the hotel."
"Then why did you have Chaoyue explain the important points of this announcement to me and Haochun? You could have explained it yourself."
Jiang Yang, seething with anger, typed: "[Who exactly is the boss?]"
(End of this chapter)