Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 220 actually managed to train Tian Xiwei.

Upon hearing Jiang Yang's words, Tian Xiwei's previously composed demeanor crumbled.

The corners of the mouth turn down.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"It's alright, Xiwei, it's just that she didn't act well. The sky isn't going to fall," Jiang Yang said as he stood up.

Tight.

Without saying much, he stuffed his phone into his back pocket and walked toward the balcony covered by a green screen: "Xiwei, come here for a moment. Chaoyue, you come here too. Let's discuss how to act."

Tian Xiwei had been gripping the fingers of her right hand with her left hand, but when she saw Jiang Yang's back, she loosened her grip and let down her guard.

"Xiwei, don't be discouraged, Brother Yang will definitely have a way." Yang Chaoyue came to Tian Xiwei's side and whispered.

"Ah."

Tian Xi responded with a soft "yes".

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.

The ugliest smile comes after failure; the corners of the mouth are tugged upwards while tears fall.

As soon as she stood up, her body swayed slightly, and she realized that her legs were weak. Yang Chaoyue helped her stand up.

When Yang Chaoyue helped her waist, she suddenly grabbed Yang Chaoyue's wrist.

Like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood.

When walking, the left foot stumbles against the right foot.

Physical reactions are more honest than psychological ones.

Stepping onto the balcony, my mind went completely blank.

I feel very confused.

Jiang Yang could tell that Tian Xiwei wasn't in a good state.

He asked Tian Xiwei to calm down first, and then he talked to Yang Chaoyue about the plot they were going to act out next.

After catching her breath and calming down, Tian Xi asked Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue, "Brother Yang, how should I act?"

"Don't call me Brother Yang anymore."

"what?"

"Call me Old Man."

Jiang Yang said solemnly, "From now on, I am your father."

Yang Chaoyue continued, "Now you have to call me Mom."

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue have already discussed and agreed on the plot they will be acting out next.

Jiang Yang plays her old man, and Yang Chaoyue plays her mother.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Call me first, so we can get acquainted."

"Old man," Tian Xi called out tentatively, her voice slightly hesitant, her nostrils twitching as she tried to suppress both laughter and tears.

"Call Dad."

"dad."

"Hey."

Jiang Yang tucked Tian Xiwei's bangs behind her ear: "Don't be afraid, little sister, your old man is here."

After being Chaoyue's father, he then became Tian Xiwei's father.

Unfortunately, one of them is over eighteen but still a high school student.

One is not a high school student, and is under eighteen.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be calling for her father like that on the balcony with the green screen over it, but rather in bed in the morning.

If you call out "Dad," you'll discover that what rises for you in the morning isn't just the sun.

As Jiang Yang studied the family photo she had posted and the layout of her living room, Tian Xiwei suddenly bit her cheek.

I recalled the hardships my father endured while working as a technician in a factory.

She rested her forehead against Jiang Yang's shoulder, her lips trembling, and silently said, "Thank you."

I crave that warmth, yet I fear it will become a habit.

Not a moment later.

Jiang Yang led Tian Xiwei into the side bedroom to wait.

Just like the scenario set up for Yang Chaoyue before, Tian Xiwei was not told the specific plot details that followed.

Push open the side bedroom door.

The mess inside made Tian Xiwei a little stunned.

Inside was a film set that had been built, filming was finished, but hadn't been cleaned up.

The light wood-colored children's bed was leaning against the corner of the wall, with the mattress half-suspended in the air. This was caused by the bed shifting during the filming of the scene where the child crashed into the door.

The blue and white checkered bed sheet dangled to the floor on one side, stained with the makeup artist's foundation handprints.

The lamp's power cord is wrapped with tape markings; these are the positioning stickers for the lighting assembly.

There are open high school textbooks on the desk, with several pages torn out, and the props are given an aged look.

Two parallel black marks on the ground extend from the doorway to the window, caused by residual lubricating oil from the camera track vehicle.

The original location where the decorative painting was hung has X-shaped glue marks.

These are traces of props used by the art department.

There were messy script supervisor sheets on the bedside table.

There was a school uniform jacket hanging diagonally on the headboard. Jiang Yang picked it up and took a look. It was exactly He Tianxi's size.

"Xiwei, have you calmed down?"

"I'm all set, I'm not so nervous anymore."

Say so.

Tian Xi's lips trembled slightly, and her eyes flickered uncertainly.

He tried to appear calm, but his body language betrayed him: "So what if I didn't pass? It's not like the sky is going to fall down."

"You'll definitely pass, Xiwei, you're very talented."

Jiang Yang stroked Tian Xiwei's cheek.

He first held his palm in the air and then brought it down. Seeing that Tian Xiwei did not dodge, he pressed it against her again.

Avoid touching the area around the lips with your fingertips, only touching the cheekbones.

Respect a girl's boundaries.

Tian Xiwei's eyelashes trembled rapidly.

The cool touch gradually warmed up as it reached Jiang Yang's palm: "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Relax. If you need any help, just let me know."

"Uh-huh."

Tian Xi gently brought her cheek close to Jiang Yang's chest, took a deep breath, and smelled the familiar sense of security.

Jiang Yang continued, "After all, I am your father."

Hear the words.

Tian Xiwei wrinkled her nose first, then looked up and laughed, "Go away, go away."

She did not crave the warmth of Jiang Yang's embrace.

Because I know I don't have time.

Xu Xiaoou gave her only twenty minutes, or to be honest, she gave Jiang Yang only twenty minutes.

During these twenty minutes, I comforted Tian Xiwei.

Discuss the plot arrangement with Yang Chaoyue.

Makeup and styling.

Jiang Yang also wanted to slightly change the scene in the living room so that Tian Xiwei could smoothly enter the story and have a greater sense of immersion.

Xu Xiaoou, that old fox, is very shrewd. He wasn't testing Tian Xiwei at all; he was clearly testing him.

Tian Xiwei sat alone in her side-lying room, drawing the sunshade curtains.

The room was pitch black, with only scattered slivers of light seeping in through the gaps in the curtains.

Following Jiang Yang's instructions, she recalled the scenes of herself eating dinner every time she came home from school.

Inhale while closing your eyes, hold your breath, and then exhale slowly.

Think back slowly.

Sometimes Dad comes home early from get off work and lies on the sofa playing on his phone.

The song "The Sound of Waves Remains the Same" was playing on the phone, and I was even humming along off-key: "This old boat ticket..."

Mom, wearing an apron, was cooking in the kitchen.

The thud of a cleaver chopping meat mingled with the roar of an old-fashioned range hood.

Images flashed through Tian Xiwei's mind.

Sometimes when my parents come home late and don't have time to cook, my mom will take out the leftovers from the refrigerator, reheat them, and sprinkle some chopped green onions on top to make them look fresher.

They would also cover the refrigerator with her award certificates.

When tying my hair up, my fingernails occasionally scratch my scalp.

Every time Dad kisses his forehead, the stubble pricks his skin like sandpaper.

In the summer, when the mosquito coils at home ran out, my mother would use her square dance fan to swat away the mosquitoes.

Tian Xiwei suddenly thought of something and covered her mouth to laugh, until her shoulders were shaking and she couldn't stop laughing.

I could faintly hear a song playing from a phone in the living room: "The moon sets and crows cry, a thousand years of wind and frost remain; the sound of the waves is still the same, but the night of yesteryear is gone."

This is Dad's favorite song.

Tian Xi opened her eyes slightly, but all she could see was darkness. She was facing the door, and the blackout curtains on her side were not drawn.

At the same time, I understand.

The performance is about to begin.

Jiang Yang had told her that when the song "The Sound of Waves Remains the Same" started playing on speakerphone, she should put on her school uniform and go home.

Jiang Yang didn't tell her how to act next; she just needed to act like he was in his normal state every evening after going home and having dinner.

now.

Tian Xiwei is already in the zone.

She got up and opened the bedroom door as if it were the front door, the warm light illuminating her body in her school uniform.

When the living room light suddenly hit her, Tian Xi squinted for half a second.

The front foot has already stepped out, while the back foot is suspended in the air for half a beat.

The voice from the living room was even louder: "How can you and I repeat yesterday's story today? Can this old ticket board your passenger ship?"

It was Jiang Yang's voice.

It has a slight accent from the Chongqing dialect, just with a different timbre.

But the tone sounded just like my dad singing off-key.

Tian Xiwei's shoulders and neck suddenly relaxed.

A conditioned reflex of security.

He was about to step into the audition hall.

Look down.

In front of me was a dustproof mat, and next to my feet was a row of dance shoe racks, half of which were filled with broken dance shoes and the other half with slippers I wear at home.

It's just the layout of my own home in Chongqing.

It felt as if he had opened not the door to the side bedroom of the audition apartment, but the door to his home in Chongqing.

I changed into slippers and stepped inside.

The scene before her made Tian Xiwei's heart skip a beat.

Xu Xiaoou was not sitting on the fabric sofa.

Liu Haochun, who was on the side sofa, was also not there.

The entire side sofa has been moved somewhere.

In the middle is a second-hand wooden coffee table, covered with a lace tablecloth and a glass plate.

The wall is covered with dance class schedules.

The refrigerator is covered with certificates of merit, with his name clearly visible on them. It is the most luxurious decoration in his ordinary family.

A row of ethnic dance skirts hung next to it.

There were three stacks of milk cartons piled up in the corner.

Jiang Yang was lying on the sofa, wearing a dark blue work uniform with wear marks on the collar and the words "Machinery Factory" printed on the cuffs.

The pants are black synthetic fiber work pants, with friction marks at the knees.

The old man was a factory technician, and sometimes when he came back, he was dressed like this.

Move your eyes upward.

He looked at Jiang Yang's face.

The skin is dark reddish-brown, with sunspots on the cheekbones and large pores on both sides of the nose.

Caused by prolonged outdoor work.

Deep wrinkles on the forehead and corners of the eyes, formed from a habit of frowning.

The nasolabial folds are relatively shallow because the old man has a straightforward personality and doesn't like to have a stern face.

His stubble was messy, and his sideburns were turning gray.

There were black lines hidden under his fingernails, and a grime stain that hadn't been washed off behind his ear and on his neck. It was the usual scene of the old man, exhausted, lying on the sofa humming a song after a long day at get off work.

The old man didn't look like him, and he wasn't as tall as Jiang Yang either, but his lazy and tired demeanor was very similar.

With that step, it felt as if he had instantly traversed space.

He returned to his hometown in Tongliang County, the "Fog City," from the Pan-Ocean International Community in Beiping.

With a smile on her face, Tian Xiwei's steps became lighter, and she spoke in the local dialect of her hometown, Chongqing: "Old man, I'm back."

"My sister is here."

Jiang Yang stopped singing, put down his phone, propped himself up on the sofa, glanced at the cotton cloth covering his calves to keep it from falling off, and asked, "Was Beiping fun?"

"It's fun and very relaxing."

Tian Xiwei's eyes sparkled: "I stayed at a five-star hotel in Chaoyang District, and I also signed with a talent agency."

"Really? With your looks, you'd sign with a company? What blind boss would even want you?"

"Old man, why do you talk like that and ask for a beating?" Tian Xi puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry, but her eyes were smiling.

Let's chat for a bit.

Tian Xi laughed and slapped Jiang Yang's thigh.

Jiang Yang's laughter stopped abruptly. He shrugged and gasped.

Liu Haochun watched from the balcony covered with a green screen.

They were immediately transported to this simply decorated scene in Jiangyang.

The messy wires on set were stuffed under the sofa, and the floor was simply swept.

Watching Jiang Yang, who plays the father, interact with Tian Xiwei, and hearing their laughter and chatter, she was unconsciously infected by their joy.

"Is this the usual family atmosphere at Tian Xiwei's home..." Liu Haochun muttered to himself.

After learning that Tian Xiwei had failed the art exam in Beiping, her father did not discourage her, did not say anything to criticize or blame her, and did not say that she was useless.

Instead, they treated it as a joke and laughed it off.

Tian Xiwei could pat Jiang Yang without being scolded for disrespecting her father.

That relaxed state at home is exactly what I long for.

Liu Haochun stared at Tian Xiwei's hand on her father's shoulder.

What I see is a family illusion that I can never reach.

Unconsciously, Liu Haochun was infected by the cheerful atmosphere in Tian Xiwei's home, and a smile appeared on his lips.

So this is what a normal father-daughter relationship looks like.

As he smiled, the corners of his mouth turned down.

When you look down, stare at the floor to avoid letting others see your emotions.

Breathing becomes heavier.

Because I was thinking about my family atmosphere.

At the same time, I realized one thing.

Tian Xiwei is acting now; it's all an act.

How did Tian Xiwei's acting skills suddenly become so good?

Xu Xiaoou watched the performance intently from the other side of the balcony, which was covered by a green screen.

When Jiang Yang first sent me to this place, I was somewhat unwilling.

As a producer, having to move around to audition new actors is ridiculous and beneath him.

He wouldn't have agreed to this if it were anyone else.

Unfortunately, this person was Jiang Yang.

He moved to the balcony so as not to interfere with Tian Xiwei's performance.

More importantly, I wanted to see how Jiang Yang could improve Tian Xiwei's acting skills in such a short time.

Jiang Yang's acting skills are beyond reproach, there's nothing to criticize.

His attention was entirely on Tian Xiwei.

From the moment she entered, Tian Xiwei kept talking while using her feet to hook her slippers, not putting them on properly, and shuffling along.

He sat slumped on the sofa.

She occasionally pats her dad's feet, a playful interaction.

During a conversation, the tone suddenly rose when something funny came up.

When talking about his troubles, his tone was urgent and full of complaints: "Old man, let me tell you, the seating arrangement in my class changed again last month..."

As they chatted, they suddenly burst into laughter, though the topic turned out to be something else entirely.

This is what his performance topic required; the overall atmosphere should be joyful.

Tian Xiwei is here.

It's a warm atmosphere.

This kind of performance is like holding a hot milk tea in winter—warm without being forced, sweet without being cloying.

Capture everyday details.

It makes the audience feel that home is the only place where they can be messy.

This will break his previous prejudice against Tian Xiwei.

“Jiang Yang really managed to train Tian Xiwei well…” Xu Xiaoou couldn’t care less about the frustration of being kicked out of the city by Jiang Yang earlier.

It seems that Jiang Yang's training has been very successful.

That doesn't stop him from appreciating it while also finding fault with it.

Some surprises.

The performance isn't over yet.

The joyful tone was conveyed in this scene.

The story begins with joy and then turns to sorrow, yet the joyful moments are still portrayed.

Next came the turning point.

How did Tian Xiwei manage to portray sadness while maintaining a joyful overall tone?

It should also be noted that...

When Tian Xi patted Jiang Yang's thigh, Jiang Yang reacted by blinking, inhaling, and shrugging his shoulders.

The father, played by Jiang Yang, seemed to have some leg problems, which were covered by a cotton cloth so that Tian Xiwei didn't notice.

The show goes on.

Let's chat for a bit.

Tian Xiwei relaxed completely, sat down on the sofa next to Jiang Yang, and smiled, "Mom?"

"At the head of the kitchen."

Jiang Yang responded and called out towards the kitchen, "Wife, my sister's back! She failed her art exam in Beiping and is cursing the proctor for being blind, hahaha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Chaoyue's voice came from the kitchen, as she tried to speak the Chongqing dialect that Jiang Yang had taught her.

Fortunately, there aren't many lines, they're quite everyday, and there aren't any long sentences, so they're easy to remember.

Tian Xiwei tilted her head to look.

Yang Chaoyue, who plays the mother, comes out from the kitchen.

She wore a floral quilted cotton-padded jacket with a yellowish collar, over which she wore a low-cut thermal undershirt, revealing a metal necklace.

Wearing an apron.

The pants are dark polyester pants with rolled-up cuffs, making it convenient for me to ride my bike to the supermarket to work as a cashier every day.

She was wearing velvet slippers.

There are crow's feet wrinkles at the corners of the eyes.

There are very few lines between my eyebrows because my mother usually smiles and rarely frowns.

There are calluses on the web of my right hand, from lifting heavy objects.

I wear a faded rubber band on my left wrist; it's the kind used to tie plastic bags at the market.

Her hair was loosely tied in a bun for easy work, with a few strands of silver hair at her hairline and a small patch of peeling skin at the corner of her mouth.

It's just like my mom on a normal day.

"You're back, Weiwei." Yang Chaoyue rubbed his apron twice as he spoke.

Since they are playing the roles of Tian Xiwei's parents.

It's also a story about an ordinary couple in a real alley in Chongqing, waiting for their daughter to come home from school for dinner.

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback for a moment, then quickly got into character and asked with a smile, "Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"Braised pork belly, stir-fried eggplant."

Yang Chaoyue glanced up at Tian Xiwei, responded, and then looked down at his phone.

The sound effects of a game started playing on the phone.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Everyone's playing Candy Crush to kill time... Xiwei, your dad's taking pictures of you with his phone."

Tian Xi turned her head slightly to look.

Jiang Yang, who was leaning back on the sofa, was taking a picture of Tian Xi with his phone.

Tian Xi tilted her head slightly, raised her hand to make gestures, and struck a pose with a grin. She glanced at Jiang Yang's feet, which were covered with cotton cloth, and saw the gauze wrapped inside.

Something doesn't feel right.

She uncovered the cotton cloth.

Seeing Jiang Yang's right leg straight with a wad of gauze wrapped around the sole, he asked, "Old man, are you injured again?"

"Oh, I wasn't paying attention for a moment."

"I told you to be careful! Are you risking your life for money? Is this serious? What happened this time?"

Tian Xi glared at Jiang Yang with a hint of disdain.

She continued to pose for Jiang Yang's phone camera.

"It's a minor injury, just a missing toe," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Hear the words.

Tian Xi tilted her head slightly, then suddenly realized what was happening.

Staring at Jiang Yang's feet, the smile on her face stopped, and she suddenly turned to look at her mother who was walking over from the kitchen.

His lips were slightly parted.

She didn't dare look at Jiang Yang.

Her eyes were filled with terror as she looked at Yang Chaoyue: "Mom...is it true?"

The words "Is it really not" were not uttered.

Yang Chaoyue approached Tian Xiwei with a smile: "Are you scared?"

Tian Xi hesitated for two seconds before realizing what was happening. She remained silent, her lower lip trembling.

She leaned on Yang Chaoyue's shoulder, covered her face, and closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them.

Silent sobs.

Fear overwhelmed grief.

I know that this was acted by Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue.

I'm afraid it might be true.

I'm terrified that I might actually travel through time and space to my hometown, only to witness this scene happening to my father.

"Why are you crying?" Yang Chaoyue asked, playing a match-3 game on his phone.

"My heart aches for the old man."

Done.

Tian Xiwei couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"It's fake, girl, it's fake," Jiang Yang laughed loudly.

Tian Xiwei cautiously glanced to the side and saw that Jiang Yang had already stood up, removed the gauze covers from his feet, revealing his toes underneath.

Five toes, not one missing.

No injuries.

"Just kidding, sis, hahahahaha." Jiang Yang laughed loudly.

Yang Chaoyue was still playing Candy Crush and started laughing along.

Tian Xiwei came to her senses. No wonder her mother looked so relaxed; she knew it was fake.

Tian Xiwei's crying subsided for a few seconds. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and then smiled.

Her gaze lingered on Jiang Yang before shifting to the gauze cover.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Suddenly, she buried her face in Yang Chaoyue's shoulder and started crying again, this time even more fiercely.

A physiological reaction to feeling wronged.

His words, broken and choked with sobs, mixed with snot bubbles, came out: "You two idiots... I failed the preliminary exam for the art college entrance exam in Beiping, and instead of comforting me, you scared me... Are you two out of your minds?!"

in the living room.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue's laughter grew louder, gradually drowning out Tian Xiwei's crying.

Xu Xiaoou was stunned for several seconds as she watched this scene before gently clapping her hands and walking into the audition hall: "Okay, that's enough."

(End of this chapter)