Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yueyue didn't dare to say a word.

I couldn't understand it, but I was shocked.

She followed silently.

Once they reached the escalator entrance, Tian Xiwei stopped making a fuss and got off Jiang Yang.

Follow the flow of people down the escalator to the parking lot.

She looked up and surveyed her surroundings.

The overhead ventilation ducts hummed, mixed with a female voice announcing, "Please do not chase or play on the escalator..."

Behind them was a migrant worker couple, the husband in work clothes and the wife holding their sleeping child. They were being solicited by a black cab driver with a beer belly and a gold necklace, who was taking them to the parking lot to share a ride.

Ahead of me was a college student-looking boy wearing wired headphones, with a folding stool hanging on his suitcase, and his phone playing "Love for Sale" on speakerphone.

Further down, a woman in a mink coat was holding the escalator and yelling into her phone, "Mr. Wang! That batch of goods will definitely arrive on the eighth!"

Realizing that no one was paying attention to her and Jiang Yang, Tian Xi felt slightly relieved.

She didn't dare to look at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yueyue had just stepped off the escalator, carefully trying to avoid being noticed by Tian Xiwei.

Observe this sister carefully; she might be the one to stand up for you if you get bullied in the future.

The aroma of braised food wafted through the air, and I suddenly inhaled, turning my head to see an uncle gnawing on a spicy duck neck on the escalator, the plastic bag rustling loudly.

Swallowed.

He shifted his gaze back to Tian Xiwei, his eyes wide like searchlights.

Tian Xiwei took out her phone and turned on the screen.

The message displayed was a WeChat chat page, with her mother urging her to come home for the family reunion dinner: [“Weiwei, where are you? Your dad has steamed all the sausages and is just waiting for you to start eating.”]
The photo was followed by one of a steaming sausage.

There was also minced garlic on the side of the bowl.

Tian Xiwei zoomed in on the photo.

Every Lunar New Year's Eve, my mother would steam sausages.

The cooking was never quite right; it was too salty, but it still had a strong festive feel.

The urge to get home quickly grew stronger.

She paused for a few seconds with her finger hovering above the screen, then typed in reply: "[Steamed such salty sausages again.]"
There was also a message from my younger sister: [“Sis!!! Mom fried some crispy pork, and I sneaked a bite, so she hit my hand with her chopsticks. When are you coming back?”]
This was followed by a photo of crispy pork on the dining table.

In the background is a blurry, angry silhouette of a mother.

I discovered a new comment on my QQ space.

It belongs to Yang Chaoyue:
"Xiwei, it's snowing in my hometown of Yancheng. I breathed on the window and wrote your name. Suddenly, I remembered a while ago, we were crammed into a bed in a rented apartment in Shanghai, fighting over the blanket. You said that once you became famous, you would move your family to an apartment with an elevator. When I got home, I showed my dad the videos of your audition for Zetian and your dancing in the East Coast Hotel dance studio. My dad praised you, saying you're sure to be successful."

Oh, by the way, I put up a photo of the two of us on the wall when we were extras on "Go Fighting!" My dad said, "These two girls are sure to be successful in the future."

One day, we'll be eating boxed lunches backstage at the Spring Festival Gala.
Read this line of text.

Tian Xi's eyes flickered.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of guilt towards Yang Chaoyue.

Because when the episode of Go Fighting! featuring Yang Chaoyue aired recently, I saw that Yang Chaoyue's number of fans skyrocketed.

While hoping that Chaoyue will live a good life, there is also envy towards Chaoyue.

I also feel sorry for them.

Clicking on Yang Chaoyue's Weibo, it was found that Yang Chaoyue already has six thousand followers.

My first Weibo post introducing myself.

It received over a thousand likes, over nine hundred shares, and over a thousand comments.

Click to open the comment section.

Most of the comments praised Yang Chaoyue.

Her thumb slid rapidly across the screen, while her index finger unconsciously scratched the edge of the phone case.

Scroll down and you'll see a negative review:
"Even junior high school graduates get to be on TV?"
When I saw this comment.

Tian Xiwei's lower lip had white marks from being bitten by her teeth.

Keep your expression calm.

Hold your breath and type your retort:
[“Cheng Long only finished first grade, Wang Baoqiang has only primary school education, Zhao Liying has vocational school education, Zhou Runfa has junior high school education, Liang Chaowei dropped out of school at 15, and Zhou Xinchi didn’t finish junior high school. By your standards, they should all be working on construction sites? Acting skills have nothing to do with education. You know so much about education, how come you didn’t get into Peking University?”]
After sending this message, take a deep breath and relax your shoulders.

Try to calm yourself down.

Chaoyue is clearly working hard, so why should he be nailed to the pillar of shame for his academic qualifications?

Moreover.

Chaoyue is already preparing for this year's college entrance examination.

Putting the facts aside, at least the attitude was good. During those few days in Shanghai, I shared a room with Chaoyue, and I often saw him studying high school courses late at night.

Sometimes I ask myself for advice.

At first, Tian Xiwei patiently taught, until one day, Yang Chaoyue proved the Pythagorean theorem in front of her using the law of universal gravitation.

Tian Xiwei gradually lost patience.

Jiang Yang told her that Yang Chaoyue had once proven in this room that the three sides of an equilateral triangle were not equal, but she did not believe it.

That very night, Yang Chaoyue proved to her that the three angles of an equilateral triangle are not equal.

From then on, whenever Yang Chaoyue studied in their rented apartment in Shanghai, Tian Xiwei would lie on the bed and pretend to be dead.

I'm afraid that if I continue teaching, my own college entrance exam score won't be high enough to get into a university.

As I came down the escalator, I could see Jiang Yang's Corolla parked in the corner near the pillar.

Tian Xi put away her phone, pretended to fix her hair, and stole a glance at the hickey on Jiang Yang's neck.

Suddenly, he reached out and rubbed his thumb against Jiang Yang's sweaty skin: "Tsk, the color has faded."

"Did your kiss cause a blood clot?"

"What blood clot? It's a strawberry, I'm not a leech."

As she spoke, Tian Xi glanced around.

Realizing that this wasn't a school, I didn't know why I was being cowardly.

She lightly brushed her fingertips against the back of Jiang Yang's hand.

First, they tentatively touched, then suddenly their fingers intertwined.

My heart was pounding faster.

It started to sway back and forth.

The first few times the shaking was large, then it became a small up-and-down sway.

He swayed back and forth, a smile playing on his lips.

She noticed someone was watching her.

Turning my head, I saw a little girl with her hair in a bun and wearing a pink baseball uniform beside me.

He has big eyes and is less than 1.5 meters tall; he must be a primary school student.

It doesn't matter.

She suddenly stopped and looked up at Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, I want to carry you on my back."

"Carry me?" Jiang Yang was stunned. "Can you carry me?"

"come on."

Tian Xi moved slightly in front of Jiang Yang, bent her knees and bent over: "Get on, I'm almost 1.7 meters tall, which isn't short for a girl, so it'll be easy for me to carry you."

Let’s talk about it.

But when Jiang Yang actually climbed onto her back and wrapped his arms around her neck, Tian Xiwei staggered.

My knees trembled slightly.

Immediately use your suitcase to support your body.

A small act of defiance.

With one hand gripping Jiang Yang's thigh and the other pulling the suitcase, she slowly moved towards the Corolla's location.

They could still chat and laugh after walking just a few steps.

After walking a dozen steps, the stray hairs on the back of my neck were stuck together in small clumps by sweat.

"Alright, put me down now." Jiang Yang felt that fine beads of sweat had appeared on Tian Xiwei's neck: "Your face is all red from exhaustion."

"Not tired."

Tian Xiwei's voice trailed off with a hint of panting as she licked her lips: "I'm not tired at all carrying you on my back."

[Under your care, Tian Xiwei's acting skills have improved, and you have gained the corresponding attribute.]

I got the attribute.

He realized that Tian Xiwei and he were putting on an act.

Seeing that Jiang Yang was about to come down, Tian Xiwei refused to let him, her face flushed: "Jiang Yang, you must be very tired helping me, Chaoyue, Ruonan, and Haochun with their gigs."

"I'm not tired at all," Jiang Yang said with a smile. "I'm really not tired."

"Actually, I know that you helped Chaoyue get variety shows, negotiated contracts for Ruonan, and even revised Haochun's script in the middle of the night. You always say you're not tired, but you're not a robot. What I really want to tell you is that although I'm much smaller than you, I can still help you share the pressure. If you're unhappy about anything, you can tell me. Don't be afraid to pass on your negative emotions to me. I can comfort you... Hey! Jiang Yang! You!"

Tian Xiwei abruptly changed the subject: "Where are you putting your hands!" (End of Chapter)