Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Tian Xiwei did not answer this question.

After a few seconds of contemplation, she typed a reply: "[I feel I'm not good enough for him, but I will always be there for him.]"
Then she sent another message: ["I don't really know if he likes me or not, but I'll always be there for him."]
Upon receiving Ye Qingzhu's reply: ["Xiwei, you're in trouble, you've fallen in love."]
Holding the gifts he bought for his family in Shanghai, Beijing, and Nanjing, he stepped through the rusty iron gate of the residential compound.

Thinking of the gifts she had bought for her family in her suitcase, Tian Xiwei lifted her suitcase and tilted her shoulders slightly.

His face wore a satisfied smile, as if he could finally repay his family.

I inserted the key and entered the house. I heard the TV in the living room and smelled the aroma of sausages.

She gently closed the door with her foot, habitually turning her body to listen to see if the door was closed tightly, while calling out:

"Dad! Mom! I'm home!"

His voice was louder than usual, filled with excitement.

After lunch, I helped my parents put up Spring Festival couplets and hang lanterns.

When her parents saw her score from the preliminary entrance exam for the Shanghai Theatre Academy, Tian Xi's fingers trembled slightly on the screen.

I'm excited.

There was also tension.

I want my parents to know that spending so much money to raise me over the years has paid off.

The child kept observing the parents' expressions.

Seeing her parents stunned, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

He lowered his head and pretended to tidy up the gift bag to hide his emotions.

In particular, she told her parents that she had been selected by a variety show to play a minor role, and that she would be on TV and earn several thousand yuan.

It took Mom and Dad a while to come to their senses.

When my younger sister heard she was going to be on TV, she froze with excitement, then screamed and ran around the house: "I'm going to tell the whole class!!!"

I took out all the items I bought at the Indigo Mall in Beiping: a TUMI dark brown leather belt for my dad, L'Occitane shea butter hand cream for my mom, and a Disney co-branded backpack.

Give it to my parents.

I was trying to fasten my dad's belt, but my fingers were clumsy and I couldn't get the buckle to the right spot.

When he learned that the belt cost 688 yuan, Dad pursed his lips and smiled, rubbing the corners of his eyes.

I'm clumsy and can't bring myself to say anything to praise you.

It's just a secret sense of pride.

My mother kept saying that she didn't need such good skincare products.

She applied hand cream to her hands, accidentally scooped out a large dollop, and secretly scraped half of it back into the bottle, saying that Weiwei had suffered outside.

Tian Xiwei suddenly hugged her mother tightly, buried her face in her mother's shoulder, and smelled the cooking oil on her mother's clothes.

My younger sister excitedly hugged her backpack and shook it, making the Disney charm on the zipper jingle loudly.

Seeing her younger sister stuff her textbooks into her schoolbag and then take them out again, just to hear the sound of the new schoolbag rubbing against the wall, Tian Xi smiled and said:
"Once the Shanghai Disneyland is built, I'll take you to the real Disneyland, but you have to get into the top 20 in your class."

"Good good!"

Watching her younger sister cheer and jump for joy, Tian Xiwei suddenly felt a sense of responsibility that only an eldest daughter could understand—a responsibility to fulfill her parents' promises.

While rubbing my younger sister's hair, I suddenly realized that she had grown taller.

I also realized something.

I've grown up.

Her sweet smile was tinged with a slight sting, and her nose stung as she smiled.

Like eating milk candy dipped in chili oil.

Sweetness represents good intentions, while spiciness represents guilt.

I understand that this is part of growing up.

It's too late; I should have repaid my parents sooner.

I wish I had met Jiang Yang sooner.

Seeing my family happy because of me makes me feel especially at ease.

I didn't tell my parents that I had signed with Jiang Yang's company.

My parents don't understand these things, and they're afraid that if they told them, they would worry about me.

He also didn't mention that he would be starring in "Fighter of the Destiny".

Once it airs smoothly, my parents will naturally be able to see it.

I went out to buy fireworks with my sister. After returning home and cleaning, I sent Jiang Yang a message: ["I bought a lot of fireworks. Want to go set them off sometime?"]
"Where should I put it?" Jiang Yang replied.

Tian Xiwei edited the text: [“How about we go to the driveway behind the Tongliang Library? The night view there is especially beautiful.”]
Tap the screen rapidly with your thumb, typing "同良" instead of "铜良". Delete and start over.

That was also where I had my first date with Jiang Yang.

After sending the message, Tian Xiwei pursed her lips slightly, her eyes fixed on the screen without blinking.

There was no reply from Jiang Yang for more than ten seconds.

She put her phone in her pocket, gripped the mop handle, and absentmindedly mopped the balcony floor.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Tian Xiwei's shoulders trembled suddenly, startled but immediately relaxed.

Jiang Yang replied: ["Okay."]
Immediately following, Jiang Yang sent a second message: ["Xiwei, it's so good to have you."]
Tian Xi was stunned for a moment.

Then, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing deep dimples.

The most genuine happiness.

Instead of holding the phone with both hands, she now holds it tightly to her chest with one hand.

Unconsciously, I kept the message to myself.

He swiped his finger across the screen to create a small heart, then quickly deleted it, typing two words: "Hehe!"
Another message: ["Let's keep being this good to each other, no matter what the future holds."]
Put away your phone.

Tian Xiwei casually tied her hair up, with a wisp of hair hanging down her side.

With her head down, she mopped the floor with extra effort, repeatedly mopping the same spot, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

I didn't want my younger sister, who was watching TV, to notice that my cheeks were burning hot.

Jiang Yang sat at the mahjong table in the living room.

The family of four plays mahjong at home every Lunar New Year's Eve, a tradition that has continued for several years.

The living room TV is playing past Spring Festival Gala skits.

Jiang Yang glanced at the message Tian Xiwei had sent, and his mother, sitting to his left, snapped, "If you're playing mahjong, just play properly! What are you looking at your phone for? Play your cards now!"

"Mom, my brother is probably looking at his entrance exam results for the Shanghai Theatre Academy."

Sitting across from me, Jiang Yueyue said, "If I do well on the exam, I'll review it repeatedly."

Hear the words.

The old man's hand, which was reaching for the mahjong tile, suddenly stopped. His thumb rubbed against the eight of characters: "Yangyang, you even got into the Shanghai Theatre Academy?"

"I'll take the test since it's on my way," Jiang Yang replied.

"Let me see, what place is it?"

The old man asked casually, but Trump suddenly switched to standard Mandarin.

Seeing the first place result displayed on Jiang Yang's phone screen, his mother didn't care that she had pushed her cards away with her wrist. Holding the phone, she couldn't stop smiling: "First place! First place again."

Chat for a while.

The old man played a card, got up, and said he was going to the restroom.

A moment later, the boss's smug voice came from the bathroom as he talked to his classmate on the phone: "...Ah, yes, yes, oh, let me tell you, I don't know how it happened, but my son went all the way from Beijing to Shanghai to take the exam, the one at the Shanghai Theatre Academy. Ugh, it's so annoying. He insisted on taking the acting exam, and he even got first place in the preliminary round. I was completely dumbfounded. I didn't manage him at all; it was all up to his own initiative."

He made a few phone calls and then bragged about it.

When the old man came out of the bathroom, his beer belly was sticking out, and he was all smiles, grinning like an idiot.

While my parents' attention was not on the mahjong table, I took advantage of the moment.

Jiang Yueyue secretly swapped a few cards.

He'd turned a bad hand into a big pair, but he wasn't satisfied. He was drawing more cards when Jiang Yang tapped the back of his hand: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yueyue withdrew her hand slightly and whispered, "Brother, you should switch cards too, and make money off Mom and Dad."

"Don't you have any conscience? Your parents work so hard!"

He scolded his sister.

Jiang Yang silently changed his hand to a pair of Dragon Seven.

Not satisfied, they changed it to a set of seven pairs of dragons.

Time flies, and it's already 10 p.m.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV when my phone vibrated. It was a message from Yang Chaoyue in the [Beautiful Girl Battle 4] group.

Yang Chaoyue and his father were watching the Spring Festival Gala, but they soon found it boring.

I bought a new large-screen TV for the house and taught my dad how to use it to screen mirror. We watched a very popular sci-fi movie that was released the year before last.
[“Does anyone know what a black hole is? I just watched Interstellar and I think black holes are so amazing. Why do they say that time is infinite inside a black hole? MaiMai, do you know? @ZhaoJinMai”]
Zhao Jinmai popped up: [“Chaoyue, doesn’t your husband watch the Spring Festival Gala? Asking me this question is giving a middle schooler too much credit! @Jiangyang, Xiao Jiang, hurry up and say something!”] (End of this chapter)