Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

We got back on the bus and headed to the Central Academy of Drama.

The car headed towards the North Fifth Ring Road.

Jiang Yang could see migrant workers roasting sweet potatoes outside a temporary shantytown under the North Fifth Ring Road overpass.

The white smoke from the charcoal fire was blown askew by the wind.

Red lanterns that weren't completely taken down last National Day are hanging on the bare poplar trees on both sides of Jingmi Road.

When I came out of the Central Academy of Drama, I received a system notification sound:

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

Jiang Yang was very satisfied with the attribute he had obtained.

The source of these two attributes made Jiang Yang feel strange.

Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei are artists in their own company, and they didn't contribute any attributes this time. On the contrary, it was Liu Haochun and Zhao Jinmai, two unofficial members, who allowed them to gain attributes.

Really served!

Liu Haochun finally managed to wake Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei up.

Back in my room, I studied diligently the music composition documents that Jiang Yang had posted in the group.

It was very difficult for me to learn.

I don't know why Jiang Yang made me learn this, but it must be beneficial.

Before I knew it, I had taken a nap.

I opened my eyes and found it was already eleven o'clock.

I went out and bought roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) from the stall outside the hotel for Tian Xiwei and Yang Chaoyue.

When paying, I saw Jiang Yang's Porsche, which he usually drives and which is provided by the hotel, drive back from outside and stop in front of the hotel.

Liu Haochun stepped forward, a smile on his face, about to greet Jiang Yang.

But then they saw that the person who got out of the driver's seat was not Jiang Yang.

Instead, it was a middle-aged man wearing a business suit.

A middle-aged woman in a floral dress and a little boy carrying a schoolbag got out of the back seat.

"Why is someone else driving Jiangyang's car?"

Liu Haochun suddenly realized something, quickly walked towards the hotel, and then jogged into the elevator.

Upon arriving at Jiang Yang's room, they found the door open.

She knocked on the door and called out, "Brother Yang?"

No one responded from inside.

Stepping inside, I found the blankets neatly laid out and the pillows without any dents.

There was no Jiang Yang charger, laptop, or water cup on the desktop, and even the trash can was empty.

The wardrobe was open, the clothes racks were empty, not even a single hair was left.

The bathroom towels were taken away, the sink was dry, and there were no traces of toothpaste or face wash.

She realized that Jiang Yang had already checked out and left.

Liu Haochun, still unwilling to give up, went to Yang Chaoyue's room to take one last look: "Chaoyue?"

The sheets were wrinkled from sleeping on them, but the suitcase, cosmetics, and snack bags were all gone.

A faint sweet fragrance lingered in the air, but the person was gone.

Finally arriving at Tian Xiwei's door, looking at the empty room, Liu Haochun unconsciously tightened his grip on the doorknob, his shoulders slumping slightly.

He went inside and touched the sheets, as if to confirm that they were really gone.

I returned to my room.

Curled up on the edge of the bed, hugging my knees, I stared blankly at the phone screen on the bedside table.

She tried to force a relaxed smile, but her eyes were red.

As I looked down, a tear fell onto my phone screen, which I quickly wiped away.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, deleting and rewriting, finally uttering only a restrained sentence: ["Jiang Yang, Chao Yue, Xi Wei, have you arrived at the airport yet?"]
Yang Chaoyue replied with a voice message: ["Arrived at the airport, just got off the bus, so many people."]
In the voice message, you can hear background sounds of dragging suitcases and airport announcements.

Liu Haochun couldn't help but laugh, but the smile quickly faded.

Tian Xiwei popped up in the group chat and sent a voice message: ["It was my first time getting a boarding pass, and I didn't know how to do it. Chaoyue taught me. I felt like a country bumpkin. When Jiang Yang told me that Chaoyue was so nervous the first time he went that he even walked with his arms and legs moving in unison, I felt much better."]
When Liu Haochun heard Tian Xiwei say "too much of a fuss," his nose tingled, and he held his phone even closer, trying to capture the last bit of excitement.

Upon seeing the group message, Liu Haochun realized that the group of people who had spent the past few days with him, accompanied him to the art exam, brought him to the film crew, and helped him with auditions, had really left.

Even if I know I'll have the chance to see him again in the future.

I'm still very reluctant to part with it.

I'm not good with words, I'm introverted, and I don't know how to have a conversation.

She edited and revised, finally typing out: "[Have a safe journey everyone.]"
Add another message: ["I'll miss you all."]
Liu Haochun placed his phone face down on the bed, leaned back into the pillow, took a deep breath, and finally allowed himself to be sad.

I knew this day would come eventually.

You'll have to adapt eventually.

Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Haochun, come visit me sometime. I’m from Yancheng. I’ll show you the elk and let you eat Wuyou drunken snails.”]
Liu Haochun replied instantly: [“Okay!”]
Tian Xi sent a message: ["Come visit my house too. I'm from Tongliang, Chongqing. I'll treat you to my family's roasted rabbit and show you around my Anju Ancient Town."]
Liu Haochun replied instantly: [“Okay!”]
Upon seeing the message from Liu Haochun, Tian Xi looked up slightly. She had just gotten her boarding pass and was queuing for security. She could see the flight information scrolling on the electronic screen in front of her, along with security reminders: Please remove your laptop and liquids beforehand.

Among the passengers queuing were business people carrying briefcases and young tourists with selfie sticks.

You can smell the disinfectant on the floor.

Tian Xiwei tugged at Jiang Yang's sleeve: "Jiang Yang, why didn't you invite Hao Chun to visit your hometown in the group chat?"

"You've already said all my lines, what am I supposed to say?" Jiang Yang turned around, his lips twitching.

"Oh, yes, yes."

Tian Xi was stunned for a second, then came to her senses, covered her mouth and laughed, speaking in the Chongqing accent: "You don't speak Chongqing dialect, how could I forget, we're from the same place."

As he spoke, he leaned over and glanced at Yang Chaoyue, who was in front of Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue was found looking down at his phone.

She lowered her gaze, stealing glances at Jiang Yang's hand tucked into his down jacket pocket.

Eyes twinkling.

Hesitation, nervousness.

He leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Jiang Yang.

Keep your upper body at a certain distance to make yourself appear less deliberate.

Her hand slowly and tentatively reached into her pocket.

Her fingertips touched the back of Jiang Yang's hand first, trembling slightly.

Breathing becomes lighter and shallower.

Just as it was about to extend further in.

He noticed Jiang Yang turning to look at him: "Are your hands cold?"

Tian Xi blinked more frequently, her neck stiffened, she dared not move, and her hand remained at the edge of her pocket.

Like getting caught doing something wrong.

Shoulders slightly tucked in.

Her voice was softer than usual, with a hint of coquettishness and a tentative tone: "Your pockets are warm."

The words fell.

Suddenly, she felt Jiang Yang grasp her hand, which was halfway into his pocket.

Tian Xiwei's fingers curled up subconsciously for a moment, then gently clenched back.

The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, but she immediately pursed them back.

His eyes lit up and he blinked rapidly.

She quietly leaned close to Jiang Yang's back, gently resting her cheek against his, her movements slow and gentle, her body weight tilting towards him.

"Hey, Yang, do we really want to learn that music composition tutorial you posted in the group today?" Yang Chaoyue suddenly turned around and asked Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei didn't hear what Yang Chaoyue said clearly.

The moment she heard Yang Chaoyue's voice, she suddenly shrank her shoulders and reflexively pulled her hand back.

Then he pretended to fix his hair and touched his pocket.

It's not just Yang Chaoyue; even strangers would feel instinctively shy and uncomfortable when they see him.

Realizing that no one was paying attention to her, Tian Xi lowered her head and bit her lip, secretly smiling.

Unrequited love is a silent pantomime, where the audience is only oneself, yet the performance is breathtaking.

After passing through security, I walked towards the waiting area.

She walked briskly, occasionally stealing glances at Jiang Yang's profile.

Unconsciously stroking the fingers that had just been held, a faint smile appeared on her face like a firefly suddenly lit, and a dimple appeared at the right corner of her mouth.

Sitting down in the waiting area, Jiang Yang continued his conversation with Yang Chaoyue: "If you can't make it as an actor in the future, you can try being a singer. Learn to arrange music, and you won't have to rely entirely on producers. You can independently create demos, participate in music arrangement and design, and expand your commercial value."

Yang Chaoyue didn't understand what a producer was or what a demo was.

Tian Xiwei was also completely confused.

But I just think it's really amazing.

"Yang-ge, you can even compose music?"

"I don't know how. I'm not omnipotent. This music arrangement tutorial was given to me by a friend today."

"friend?"

Tian Xiwei noticed this word.

Thinking back to the friends Jiang Yang introduced her to during this period.

Xu Xiaoou, Huang Lei, Zhao Jinmai, Wang Jun... each of them is someone I would never have met in my original life.

Tian Xi leaned slightly to the side and asked, "Jiang Yang, what's your friend's name?"

"Qiao Renliang".
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P.S.: Tian Xiwei: "The power of gentleness, the power of determination, the power of you patting my shoulder—these are what propel me forward... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)