Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 225 The wound that hadn't healed for five years was finally torn open.
"impossible."

The father on the other end of the phone quickly denied it, his breath coming in clearly.

It reveals a guilty conscience.

“You are my daughter, how could I do anything to hurt you?”

Jiang Yang's tone turned cold: "Don't cry, speak properly. You're a grown man, don't make a fool of yourself."

Liu Haochun's nostrils flared slightly, and he suddenly laughed silently, tears streaming down his face.

I felt so desperate I wanted to laugh.

She looked up, her eyes glistening with tears.

Staring at the reflection in the glass of the phone booth.

The reflection of myself showed me as shorter than I am now, with narrower shoulders and rounder cheeks.

It's me as a child five years ago.

She gripped the receiver tighter and tighter: "Do you remember when that teacher said something really harsh? I got angry and called you to say I didn't want to practice anymore?"

"When I received your call, I knew you weren't going to train anymore, so I gave you a lecture without asking why."

"Correct."

"Haochun, I know about what you said. I remember it very well because you were very angry at the time, and you rarely lose your temper like that."

"Dad, do you know what hurt me the most about that incident?" Liu Haochun tried to keep his tone calm.

"What is it?"

"Instead of standing firmly by my side, you have repeatedly trampled on my self-esteem."

no respond.

There was silence for more than ten seconds.

Jiang Yang's tone rose, his questioning voice evasive and evasive: "Liu Haochun, I'm very disappointed. You're so old, yet you still don't understand my good intentions back then. What do you want to say now?"

it is as expected.

They knew perfectly well that the other person was an actor played by Jiang Yang.

But I still feel that this is my father.

When I told my dad what was on my mind, I didn't get a performance in return.

I didn't even expect my father to apologize.

Even though I know it's meaningless.

This time, I'm going to be brave again.

Perhaps it's because they know it's acting, not reality, that they're brave.

In reality, my classmates think I'm very mature, but I know that I'm just a coward.

Liu Haochun gripped the receiver tightly. Even though he knew what his father would say, he still clung to a sliver of hope and asked, "Dad, if we could do it all over again, would you still treat me the same way you did five years ago?"

Yes! I'm doing this for your own good.

The film set next door.

A silence.

Xu Xiaoou sat in front of the monitor, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

He stared intently at the screen showing Liu Haochun answering the phone, clearly listening to the conversation between Jiang Yang and Liu Haochun.

There was a sense of intense, focused pressure in his eyes.

The index finger unconsciously tapped the knee.

Each tap corresponds to an emotional shift in Liu Haochun's dialogue.

Watching Liu Haochun's performance, with his habitual pretense, using seemingly fine lines at the beginning of the conversation to cover up the real harm.

His voice was choked with emotion, and his breathing was disordered.

The wound that had not healed for five years was finally torn open.

The performance portrayed grievances.

Every question I asked my father was a question I longed for his answer to.

I hope my father can admit his mistake, even if it was just an act.

It portrays anticipation.

The last question he asked his father was a hope layered on his grievances.

Liu Haochun has already been trained by Jiang Yang to portray the two emotions in the test question.

I also felt the oppressive atmosphere throughout the process.

The performance was natural and lifelike.

All that remains is disappointment and pain.

"Jiang Yang has really been trained." Xu Xiaou muttered to herself in a breathy voice, the last syllable of her voice carrying a nasal chuckle.

I really hope Jiang Yang can do it.

Jiang Yang did not disappoint him.

Based on what I've seen so far...

Liu Haochun wasn't questioning his father, but rather questioning his past self from five years ago who dared not rebel.

Jiang Yang's answer, "Yes!" shattered not only her illusions, but also her courage to finally save herself.

Suddenly, I understood the purpose of Jiang Yang clearing the area and setting up this scene for Liu Haochun.

It's like giving someone a mirror that reflects the past, and then handing them a bandage to wrap the present.

Peel back the sugar coating meant for your own good, and you'll see the inflamed wound inside.

This allowed Liu Haochun to quickly immerse herself in the performance.

Using fictitious salt, pickle out real pain.

The audience, who are children themselves, can feel the creases of their childhood diaries through Liu Haochun's fingers as he winds up telephone cords.

As parents, the audience heard the valve of guilt they dared not open in their hearts through Liu Haochun and Jiang Yang's dialogue.

Next, you will need to perform two different emotions.

They are disappointment and pain, respectively.

Huang Lei, standing to the side, remained silent.

Cross your arms and lean back.

He rubbed his thumb against the wedding ring.

A sense of responsibility in marriage is projected onto parent-child relationships.

I thought of my daughter, Duoduo.

Suddenly, she realized that, without realizing it, Duoduo's way of communicating with herself was very similar to Liu Haochun's way of communicating with her father.

Could it be that I unintentionally caused Duo Duo to suffer?

Could it be that at times, Duoduo feels that she is standing against her and trampling on her dignity?

Just thinking about it makes Huang Lei's chest ache.

Huang Lei neither knows nor cares about how Liu Haochun and her father get along.

He only cares about his own daughter.

I'm terrified that my daughter will be hurt by someone.

He is even more afraid of hurting his own daughter, yet he thinks he is doing it for her own good.

Looking up again at the monitor, the girl with the telephone cord tangled in her hair, her throat choked with sobs, and her eyes glistening with tears, was not Liu Haochun, but her own daughter, Duoduo.

He muttered to himself.

Sometimes, I might focus too much on instilling my own ideas in Duoduo, always teaching her to weigh the pros and cons using an adult's mindset.

I never asked if this was what Duoduo wanted, never asked if Duoduo was happy or sad...

Perhaps in Duoduo's heart, he is no longer the hero she admired when she was a child, no longer a qualified father...

Xu Xiaoou's gaze swept over.

Huang Lei sat up straight, wiped his eyes, and his fingertips trembled.

Vision became clear.

She deliberately unscrewed the thermos and made a louder sound when drinking water, not wanting others to see her emotions.

The movement of the Adam's apple reveals a hidden vulnerability.

Then tighten the screws on the thermos.

"Have you remembered more?" Xu Xiaoou leaned closer and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

"I'm perfectly fine, a seasoned pro..."

Huang Lei gave a mumbled response, swallowed his emotions, pointed to the monitor, and changed the subject:

"Let's watch Liu Haochun's performance after being trained by Xiao Jiang first, and then we'll talk later."
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Ps:

Today, the esteemed Narcissus gave me a generous reward, so I should add an extra chapter. I'll do it during my vacation. Reporting to my boss today was pure torture, and I only finished writing this now that I've gotten home.

I haven't updated much these past few days, and the already slow-paced plot has become even slower. I'm so sorry, I'm begging you all.

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