Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Yang withdrew his hand and put his arm around Tian Xiwei's neck.

I didn't mean to touch her on purpose, it's just that Tian Xiwei's breasts were bigger than I imagined.

Once in Jiang Yang's car, Tian Xiwei breathed heavily and fastened her seatbelt.

"By the way, Jiang Yang, the preliminary exam results for the Shanghai Theatre Academy came out today, and I passed!"

Tian Xiwei took out her phone and showed it to Jiang Yang.

Open the Shanghai Theatre Academy's official website.

She entered her admission ticket number, and her preliminary art exam results appeared on the screen.

Scroll across the scores page and focus on the ranking information.

Dialogue Recitation: 22nd Place

Vocal Performance: 89st Place

Physical performance: 41st place.

The number of students who passed the initial examination for this major is 487.

Current overall ranking: 38st.

Below is a line of bold red text: Congratulations on passing the preliminary test! For the second test, you need to prepare 2 minutes of dialogue, 1 minute of vocal performance, and a physical demonstration. Note: Ranking may be slightly adjusted for supplementary admissions candidates.

Next is the time and location for the re-examination.

I was on the high-speed train when I found out that I had passed the preliminary exam for the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Jiang Yang and I took the preliminary test together. We recited lines from "Thunderstorm," and Jiang Yang helped me improve my pronunciation.

I got 94 out of 100.

The examiner said his feelings were genuine.

The vocal piece was "Jasmine Flower," which she had practiced for a long time, and Jiang Yang had helped her correct her pitch.

The examiner's evaluation was that the pitch was stable and the performance was outstanding.

The physical performance is the modern dance "Breaking the Cocoon".

Jiang Yang had Hao Chun privately teach him, and the examiner said that he had excellent body control.

I checked my results on the high-speed train.

I was excited the whole way.

I had originally intended to bring this up when I was holding Jiang Yang at the station, but I completely forgot about it.

"38th place, that's impressive," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

“38th place, Jiang Yang. If it weren’t for you practicing lines with me every day, I wouldn’t even have made it into the top 100.”

Tian Xiwei tapped the rankings on her phone screen with her finger, her eyes shining as if they were filled with stars.

"I'm just giving you last year's exam questions to practice with." Jiang Yang lowered his head, pretending to adjust his seatbelt, avoiding her burning gaze.

He laughed and said, "Rankings don't matter. The confident way you stood in the center of the exam hall was much more dazzling than your ranking."

Pause.

He met Tian Xiwei's gaze and said something he rarely said: "Xiwei, even if you don't pass the exam, I'll still be proud of you."

Hear the words.

Tian Xiwei gently held Jiang Yang's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm: "Me too."

Chat for a while.

She suddenly said, "By the way, Jiang Yang, what was your ranking in the Shanghai Theatre Academy entrance exam?"

"I don't know, I haven't checked yet."

Just finished speaking.

The back door slammed shut, and Jiang Yueyue poked her head out: "Brother, you even went to take the entrance exam for the Shanghai Theatre Academy? How many things are you hiding from me! If Sister Xiwei doesn't tell, how long are you going to keep it from me?"

"What's it to you?" Jiang Yang glanced back at Jiang Yueyue.

"It's related! I can post it on social media and brag about it, and my classmates can like it," Jiang Yueyue said seriously.

Tian Xiwei immediately grabbed Jiang Yang's hand and pulled it back.

Realize something.

Is Jiang Yang's sister in the car?
I had heard Jiang Yang mention before that he had a younger sister, a cheeky one, named Jiang Yueyue.

Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue had met Jiang Yueyue and spoke highly of her.

The evaluation is polarized.

As a result, they never met, and he never knew what kind of person Jiang Yang's sister was.

Tian Xiwei immediately straightened her posture, stiffly turned her head to look, and saw Jiang Yueyue smiling at her: "Sister Xiwei, you are so beautiful, your eyes are so big."

"There are many older women prettier than me; I'm just average-looking," Tian Xi smiled. "You're very cute..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

He glanced at Jiang Yueyue.

A bun hairstyle and a pink baseball uniform.

The elementary school student who was just next to me asked, "Yueyue, weren't you on the bus the whole time?" "No, my brother and I were waiting for you at the station."

"So you... you saw it all?"

"What?"

Jiang Yueyue thought for a moment and said, "You and my brother hugged, kissed my brother's neck, you two carried each other on your backs, held hands and swayed back and forth? I didn't see any of that."

Tian Xi's cheeks flushed slightly.

After getting off the train, I went to my suitcase and took out a few dolls that I had originally bought for my younger sister. Some were bought in Beijing, some in Shanghai, and some in Nanjing. I handed them to Jiang Yueyue.

He coaxed Jiang Yueyue into a big smile.

As I sat back in the passenger seat, I heard Jiang Yueyue ask, "Brother, how did your preliminary exam results for the Shanghai Theatre Academy go?"

"I do not know."

"How could I not know? Is your network card stuck?"

"No, I forgot my admission ticket."

"Useless!" Jiang Yueyue cursed mercilessly, and then sent a message to Yang Chaoyue, asking for Jiang Yang's exam admission ticket.

A short while later, I received a reply from Yang Chaoyue: [“Your brother really can’t do without me.”]
Jiang Yueyue snatched Jiang Yang's phone and entered the exam admission ticket information.

Page jump.

Slide it a few times.

The ranking page for the Shanghai Theatre Academy entrance exam in Jiangyang has appeared:

Dialogue Recitation: 2nd Place

Vocal Performance: 1st Place

Physical performance: 1st place.

The number of students who passed the initial examination for this major is 487.

Current overall ranking: 1st.

"First place again!" Jiang Yueyue's eyes widened.

Tian Xiwei's gaze lingered on the words "first place," her fingers leaving dents in the leather seat.

There's a surprise.

I also felt that this was how it should be.

She realized that the gap between herself and Jiang Yang had widened even further.

Jiang Yang dropped her off at the entrance of her residential compound and waved goodbye.

Watching Jiang Yang's taillights disappear around the corner, Tian Xiwei suddenly remembered the night Jiang Yang first drove her home.

At that time, I made up my mind that I would definitely catch up with Jiang Yang.

Now I just realize how foolish and naive I was back then.

There's no need to actually catch up with Jiang Yang.

Being pushed forward by Jiang Yang, following him, and being able to rely on him when he's tired—that's happiness too.

I don't know if I understand what love is now.

But I understand what it means to like.

Liking something is hidden in the details.

Remember the other person's favorite milk tea, and want to hold their hand when crossing the street.

If she saw Jiang Yang frowning, she would pour him a glass of warm water if she was nearby.

My parents' relationship tells me this.

Love is the warmth and comfort of everyday life, the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen when you come home from get off work.

Look up.

The streets in my hometown have changed a lot.

There were several temporary red stalls set up along the street.

They sell Spring Festival couplets, the character "福" (fortune), plastic lanterns, and loudspeakers playing Andy Lau's "Gong Xi Fa Cai" (Wishing You Prosperity) on a loop.

The stall owner, an older woman, cracked sunflower seeds while calling out in her local dialect, "Girl, last half day! Two couplets for five yuan!"

The small advertisements for unclogging drains that used to be pasted on the utility poles are now covered by a brand-new poster promoting the core socialist values.

Several motorcycles covered in mud were parked by the curb, with red silk cloths hanging on their rearview mirrors.

The iron gate of the residential area was rusty, and the Spring Festival couplets with the "Safe Entry and Exit" stickers that had curled at the edges had been replaced with new ones.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Ye Qingzhu.

Ask Tian Xiwei if she has gone home yet.

Let's talk about how Tian Xiwei's art exam went, and whether she saw any celebrities.

Let's talk about some interesting things that happened in my hometown before the Lunar New Year.

Before long, the conversation turned to Jiang Yang: ["Xiwei, how are things between you and Jiang Yang? Are you together?"] (End of Chapter)