Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 212 I Don't Want to Live a Married Life Like Yours
Tian Xiwei replied: ["Sorry, I forgot, you're the boss."]
Take a look at the group messages for [Swordsman 4].

Yang Chaoyue still did not set him as an administrator.

Liu Haochun replied with a "Received".

Jiang Yang called Yang Chaoyue, but no one answered.

Thinking back to last night when Yang Chaoyue came back, he went straight to the dance studio on the third floor to continue practicing. I wonder how late he practiced, and he probably wasn't even fully awake yet.

Some tasks still need to be done by yourself.

After chatting with Tian Xiwei for a bit and learning that she was out buying roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), I went to tell Liu Haochun about the precautions for accepting this job offer.

Because the script for this project hasn't been finalized yet, the auditions aren't specifically for the role.

The producer will ask some questions related to the role.

Functional supporting characters need to have subtle facial expressions when using key props; atmospheric supporting characters are like the straight man in the background, and need to have reactions of laughing and crying; Easter egg-type supporting characters have short lines, but after saying their lines, they can send chills down people's spines.

When Xu Xiaoou talks about these things, it would be best if she could answer them all.

For Yang Chaoyue, it's not a big problem; he has accumulated enough experience in this area.

Liu Haochun and Tian Xiwei still need to catch up on their knowledge.

After washing up.

Jiang Yang went out and walked towards Liu Haochun's room.

After waking up, Liu Haochun squinted to adjust to the light from his phone and shielded the screen with his finger.

Upon seeing the group message, I held my breath, my chest heaving slightly, as if I were choked by surprise.

When she turned over, the blanket got tangled around her leg, and she immediately replied with "Received".

Then I read Jiang Yang's post several more times.

Subconsciously, she wondered if Jiang Yang had sent the message to the wrong group.

His gaze lingered on his own name for several seconds.

It was confirmed that Jiang Yang had indeed given him a job offer, which appeared to be for a role in a TV series.

There is joy.

There are concerns.

Because my parents haven't signed the agreement yet.

They were worried that the announcement would fall through because no agreement had been signed.

After thinking it over, I decided to make a video call to talk to my parents about it. If they agree, I'll send the contract to them for their signature.

More than anything, I wanted my parents to know that I had passed the preliminary audition for the Beijing Dance Academy, that a company was willing to sign me, and that I had received a job offer.

I clicked on my mother's WeChat profile picture.

Stand your phone upright on your desk.

Practice smiling in front of a mirror.

I adjusted my expression to a calm and collected one, not wanting to appear too smug.

He cleared his throat, exhaled a long breath, and pressed the dial button.

This time.

Do my parents praise me?

After ringing for twenty seconds without being answered, Liu Haochun was about to hang up, feeling he couldn't hold on any longer.

The call was suddenly connected.

Liu Haochun smiled and was about to speak when she heard her mother scold, "If it weren't for Haochun, I would have divorced you long ago!"

I wasn't saying this to myself.

It was probably said to her father.

Judging from the environment, my parents are at the dining table at home.

On the table were savory pancakes, sticky rice cakes, and steamed buns.

They should be having breakfast now, and they'll be going to work soon.

Liu Haochun's smile turned bitter.

Her eyes darted around, she tried to appear relaxed, and her fingers unconsciously twirled around her hair to ease her tension.

My parents are arguing again.

I've actually gotten used to it a long time ago.

When I hear my parents arguing again, and they mention me, I still feel sad.

"Mom, Mom... Dad..."

Liu Haochun called out a few times.

She leaned forward, trying to get closer to the phone screen.

Longing for attention from parents.

It quickly shrank back.

Habitual withdrawal.

Nobody paid any attention to me.

After the video call connected, Mom didn't stand the phone up, but casually placed it on the table.

I could only look up at my mother's tense face.

Then came the father's rapid breathing: "How dare you mention Haochun? You talk as if you care about your daughter. What kind of good person are you pretending to be? You even got Haochun's class wrong at the junior high parent-teacher conference!"

"It's been so many years, do you have to bring up old grievances?" Mom slammed her chopsticks on the table.

"Mother."

Liu Haochun raised his voice: "Mom, I ranked in the top 5% in the preliminary audition for the Beijing Dance Academy, Mom..."

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly interrupted.

Mom stared at the camera and pointed her finger: "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking. You're just like your dad!"

Liu Haochun's smile froze.

Suddenly, I felt like I wasn't video chatting with my mother in a hotel in Beiping, but at home in Jilin.

Her mother had just sat at the dining table, pointing at her nose and scolding her, just like always. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Liu Haochun bit her lower lip hard to keep them from falling, her lips trembling.

Liu Haochun saw his mother then point at his father and said, "I was blind to have married a piece of trash like you!"

She added, "If you can't make money, why act like a big shot! Hao Chun was ruined by you."

When Liu Haochun was called a good-for-nothing, he saw his father's pupils tremble.

Use chewing to cover it up.

Then, with a ferocious expression, he lowered his voice and said, "This is no human life. We're getting a divorce tomorrow!"

Seeing her mother's breathing become rapid: "The house and savings are all in my name, get out! After the divorce, you won't see Haochun once."

Liu Haochun stopped talking.

His shoulders slumped down.

Watching my parents argue in the video, my vision gradually went out of focus.

The faces of her parents arguing were distorted and deformed in her vision.

Suddenly, he covered his eyes with his palms.

She rested her elbows on the desk, crying silently, tears spilling from between her fingers.

unconsciously.

The noisy argument subsided, and Liu Haochun heard his mother's concerned voice on the phone: "Haochun, what's wrong, Haochun?"

"I'm fine."

Liu Haochun sat up and casually wiped away the tears on his face.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Yeah, I feel like crying. I feel like crying whenever I see you guys arguing."

"You're just being dramatic."

Mom frowned: "By the way, why did you video call?"

The words he spoke were directed at Liu Haochun.

His eyes were fixed on the steamed buns on the table.

He unconsciously poked the bun with his chopsticks to vent his anger, not caring that the filling was leaking out.

“Mom…” Liu Haochun raised her voice. Seeing that her mother’s attention was on her, she cleared her throat: “My score in the preliminary exam for the Beijing Dance Academy ranked in the top 5% of the major.”

"Okay." Mom responded, her face tense, her chin jutting out, her lipstick-covered lips dry and chapped: "I know, don't get cocky, there's still the second round of testing."

I didn't hear any praise.

Expected.

Liu Haochun knew that this would most likely be the outcome.

There was still a lingering, unfulfilled expectation in my heart.

"mom……"

"What else is there? Hurry up and say it. Stop dawdling. You're just as useless as your dad."

Liu Haochun didn't have a chance to speak.

Interrupted by her father's shrill, distorted voice: "I'm useless? If I were useless, would we have this family?"

Then I heard my mother scold: "Without me, this family wouldn't exist. I don't see the slightest contribution you've made."

Liu Haochun suddenly raised his hand to block the phone screen and leaned over the desk.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

I don't want my parents to see me crying.

He choked up, but couldn't control himself.

Finally, Liu Haochun's parents noticed something was wrong and stopped arguing. His father asked with concern, "Haochun, what's wrong with you?"

"Dad, Mom, are you satisfied with me now?"

No one responded.

Liu Haochun slowed his breathing, raised his voice, and asked again, "Can you praise me?"

Like a child asking an adult for candy.

I know I'm useless.

Therefore, the ending note trembles.

"Hey, that's it. You just have a really low tolerance for criticism. You need praise all the time. You only passed the first test and you're already getting cocky. What are you going to do in the second test? You just learned this from your dad. You're too cocky."

It was my mother's voice.

Then came the father's voice.

I couldn't hear what they were saying.

Liu Haochun's mind was in a mess.

My parents stopped arguing, but the noise didn't stop because they started turning their anger on me.

He didn't utter a single word of praise.

Hurtful words come out of his mouth without warning.

They say it's for your own good, but they never say you're doing well.

They'll tell you you can do even better, but they'll never say you're already doing great.

I always feel like I'm playing the clown, performing desperately just to get them to applaud once.

She also plays a thief, spying on the warmth of other people's families, and then crying herself to sleep.

After a brief pause, he said, "Do you remember when I was in junior high school, I told you that I wouldn't get married when I grew up?"

My parents don't care.

He couldn't even recall that his daughter had ever said that.

All I can remember are the words my partner said to me, words that reopened my wounds.

Liu Haochun continued, "Because I don't want to live a married life like yours."

(End of this chapter)