Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 214 I'm willing to listen to what you say.

Tian Xiwei knocked on the door a few times and then stopped.

Jiang Yang saw Liu Haochun's phone on the sofa; it contained a message from Tian Xiwei.

I knew Tian Xiwei had left a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) hanging at the door.

Yang Chaoyue didn't reply to his message; he's probably still sleeping.

Liu Haochun was crying so hard that he was hiccuping, he had lost control of his body, and his nose and tears were all mixed up.

Jiang Yang gently stroked the back of Liu Haochun's head, speaking comforting words in a soft tone.

Logically speaking, having passed the preliminary audition for the Beijing Dance Academy and received a notice that she could audition for a role, she should be happy.

Why is this happening?

Jiang Yang pondered the reason for Liu Haochun's sudden emotional breakdown, while looking around Liu Haochun's room.

The bed sheet was half-lifted, the pillows were piled up to support the lower back, and muscle tape was attached to the headboard to relieve soreness.

There was a pile of art exam study materials on the desk.

There's an iPad playing a Beijing Dance Academy open class, paused on the screen showing the intensive training for Huaxia Dance during the Beijing Dance Academy's re-examination.

There was a sticky note on the wardrobe door mirror with three words written on it: "Don't be lazy."

A workout uniform was draped over the armrest of the sofa.

The backrest was covered with soaking wet towels.

There was a glucose oral solution on the bedside table for emergencies, and next to it was a pair of worn-out dance shoes.

It's clear that Liu Haochun not only trains in the dance studio, but also puts in a lot of effort in her room.

She is a girl with great talent in dance and also works very hard.

Jiang Yang tapped Liu Haochun's unlocked phone screen with his finger and opened the WeChat page.

The person Liu Haochun was chatting with recently was her mother.

There is a record of a video call lasting several minutes.

In terms of timing, it was a short while before I entered the room.

I understand why Liu Haochun is upset.

Jiang Yang gently stroked the back of Liu Haochun's head with only his fingertips, slowed his speech, and whispered in Liu Haochun's ear, "Haochun, are you homesick? Do you miss your parents?"

The words fell.

Liu Haochun's sobbing suddenly stopped.

A nerve in my brain tensed up.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Jiang Yang's shoulder was a mess of her tears and snot.

Breathing stops for one second.

Come to your senses.

My gaze inadvertently swept across the mirror, and I saw a snot bubble on the tip of my nose.

Realize your own gaffe.

This is the ugliest version of myself.

She wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, her lips slightly parted, wanting to apologize to Jiang Yang, but for a moment she didn't know how to organize her words, and what came out was a few stammering words with sobs: "Jiang Yang, I'm sorry... I'm not usually like this, I'm sorry."

I didn't manage to get any of Liu Haochun's attributes.

This shows that Liu Haochun's apology was sincere.

"I'm alright, are you feeling better?"

"Well, that's better."

"Do you miss your parents?"

Jiang Yang asked again, his gaze fixed on Liu Haochun's brow.

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun staggered back a few steps, his eyes filled with fear, knocked over the coffee table, and shook his head violently.

This reaction is strange... Jiang Yang observed Liu Haochun's subconscious behavior.

If you really miss your parents, you wouldn't react this way.

Liu Haochun shook his head a few times, then, noticing Jiang Yang looking at him, nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I was just thinking about my parents."

She didn't want Jiang Yang to know about her family's dirty laundry.

I don't want anyone to know that I don't miss my parents at all.

I don't want others to know what's on my mind.

I've long been used to closing myself off emotionally.

[Under your care, Liu Haochun's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

Liu Haochun is lying.

Jiang Yang understood what was going on and knew what was going on.

Liu Haochun got up and came over, frantically wiping Jiang Yang's shoulder with his sleeve: "I'm sorry, I can wash it for you. Can dry cleaning restore it? I can pay for it."

Why did I do that just now?

It was out of control. Normally, she was very restrained in her physical contact with boys.

Will Jiang Yang blame himself?
Will I be dissatisfied with myself?
My biggest worry is whether Jiang Yang will take back the agreement he gave me.

When tears and snot cover your face, what you fear most is not your disheveled appearance, but the unconcealable depth of your heart.

Liu Haochun was terrified and dared not look Jiang Yang in the eye.

She couldn't get it clean with her sleeve, so she took out a tissue from her pocket. The movement was so big that it brought out a bunch of odds and ends from her pocket.

It comes with hair ties and sticky notes.

There was also the wrapper of an Alpenliebe candy, which Jiang Yang gave her in the car that day.

"If 'sorry' was enough, what would be the point of having police?"

Jiang Yang did not stop Liu Haochun from wiping his shoulder.

Even at this point, Liu Haochun's emotions had not calmed down.

The more you try to stop them, the more they resist.

He took out a tissue from inside his clothes and wiped away Liu Haochun's snot bubbles.

Disgusted, he threw it into the trash can, and suddenly realized that he had wiped away Yang Chaoyue's drool when she was asleep in Shanghai, and now he was wiping Liu Haochun's snot bubbles in Beijing.

What a mess.

I realized how difficult it is to be a boss.

You also have to take care of the employees' emotional issues from time to time.

He continued, "Once you sign the agreement, the cost of dry cleaning will be deducted from your salary."

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun raised his eyes, first looking at Jiang Yang's chest, then slowly moving upwards, not daring to meet Jiang Yang's gaze directly: "Sure, you can deduct all my salary."

With concern, she asked, "Can I go to the event tonight?"

"Of course I'm going. I've already mentioned your name to Mr. Xu. What, you're already acting like a big shot before the agreement is even signed?"

"No, no, I... okay, okay... Jiang Yang, thank you..."

Liu Haochun was so excited that he became incoherent.

Let's chat for a bit.

Noticing that Liu Haochun's emotions had calmed down a bit, Jiang Yang got up and left.

Glancing at the document on the sofa, stained with Liu Haochun's tears and crumpled, Jiang Yang took a new one out of his briefcase:
"Read it several times and memorize it thoroughly. Xu Xiaoou will definitely give you the performance content. I can't predict exactly what it will be, but answer these questions in the document accordingly, and you definitely won't go wrong."

Done.

Jiang Yang was about to push the door open.

Liu Haochun suddenly called out to him, "Jiang Yang, can you stay with me a little longer?"

"I have to go to the film set soon, so I'm short on time."

Liu Haochun's eyes glistened as she spoke what she had always wanted to say, her eyelids red and swollen but her gaze focused:
"Can you tell me how I should live my life from now on?"

"I don't have that ability," Jiang Yang replied subconsciously.

He met Liu Haochun's gaze.

Jiang Yang pursed his lips.

Realizing that Liu Haochun was still caught up in her emotions.

Such a good mood should have been saved for tonight's rehearsal with Xu Xiaoou; it's such a waste to let it go to me.

"Jiang Yang, I'm willing to listen to what you have to say." Liu Haochun stepped in front of Jiang Yang, grabbed the hem of Jiang Yang's clothes with one hand, and looked up at Jiang Yang.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were bite marks on his lips.

A few strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with tears and stuck to her forehead.

There were water stains near the collarbone, like the trail of tears.

The sleeves were wrinkled, damp, and sticky.

The tip of the nose is red, and the eyelids are swollen.

Jiang Yang looked down at Liu Haochun, his gaze sweeping over Liu Haochun's red nose and swollen eyelids before meeting Liu Haochun's eyes.

There was confusion, and there was determination.

In one look, I saw two different, contradictory emotions.

How can one be resolute when feeling lost?

Jiang Yang didn't dwell on the girl's feelings; his scenes were almost finished, and any further delay would be too late.

He raised his right hand and cupped Liu Haochun's cheek, touching something icy cold: "My life experience is also very limited, so what I say may not be useful to you."

She could feel the warmth of Jiang Yang's palm.

Liu Haochun subconsciously raised his hand and covered Jiang Yang's hand.

She realized that her cheek was being warmed little by little by Jiang Yang's right hand.

This feeling was very reassuring: "Jiang Yang, I want to hear it."

(End of this chapter)