Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The message hasn't been sent out yet.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from Jiang Yueyue forwarding this short video to me.

Another message followed: ["Brother, it's been two years. Are you doing well in the other world?"]
Then came another message: ["Every time I see a video like this, I miss you so much."]
Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

The reply read: [“What nonsense are you spouting! It’s Chinese New Year!”]
My sister messaged me: [“Brother, don’t say anything yet. Let me take a screenshot and cooperate. I’ll post it on social media, and you can have all of Mom and Dad’s New Year’s money tomorrow.”]
A short while later, I saw a post from my sister.

There are two pictures.

One is a selfie where she has bangs covering her eyes and is making a middle finger gesture at the camera.

There's a vignetting effect; adjust it to a light green filter.

The other image is a screenshot of my recent chat with Jiang Yang, with Jiang Yang's replies removed.

The caption reads: [“I will bring you my heartfelt wishes.”]
Tian Xiwei gave a like, Zhao Jinmai gave a like, and Yang Chaoyue gave a like.

Jiang Yang's temples throbbed as he looked at the screen.

Suddenly I know what to post on WeChat Moments.

The accompanying image is a screenshot of my recent chat with my sister.

The caption reads: [Wishing everyone a happy new year, and may my sister, though mischievous, live as long as a tortoise.]
Post it on WeChat Moments.

I got out of bed and went to the living room.

I saw my mother washing up and chatting in the bathroom.

Show Mom and Dad the QQ status update my sister just posted.

I immediately saw my mother clutching her slippers tightly as she walked towards my sister's room, pounding on the door with her fist.

Jiang Yang returned to his room and fell asleep shortly afterward.

I received a message from Qiao Renliang: ["Jiang Yang, how's the new song coming along? Is there anything I can do to help? Have a good new year and live well."]
He replied to Qiao Renliang in a daze.

Open WeChat Moments.

He watched for a short while, then fell asleep immediately.

The phone screen was lit up, displaying a series of posts liking Jiang Yang's post on WeChat Moments.

Yang Chaoyue, Tian Xiwei, Zhao Jinmai, Zhang Ruonan, Zhou Ye, Gulinazha, Qiao Renliang, Huang Lei, Huang Bo, Xu Xiaoou, Yan Min, Kang Wen, Tang Shuliang, Zhang Zifeng, Hu Xianxu, Wang Jun, He Qing... The number of likes continues to rise.

The night passed.

I was woken up by the sound of firecrackers this morning.

The alarm on the Chang'an minivan downstairs went off all morning.

He discovered that his sister had been beaten in the middle of the night and left a note saying "bastard" on his bedroom door.

A turtle drawn with lipstick, and it even has an X on it.

After breakfast, I accompanied my parents to Longdu Temple to burn incense. As we left, I saw my mother leaning sugarcane against the gate, symbolizing continuous progress.

We started visiting relatives on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

My relative's coffee table had the same fruit platter.

There's Guanshengyuan's "Strange Flavor Broad Beans" from Chongqing.

There's also Hsu Fu Chi crispy candy, the wrappers are all stuck together.

The mahjong table at my relative's house was surrounded by smoke.

When Jiang Yang's mother sat down at the table, the aunties, playing a suit that was missing, shouted in their dialect, "Jiang boy! Help your mother draw a card!"

Those who lost money claimed they let the game slide, while those who won shouted that they were slaughtering the New Year's pig.

By the fifth day of the lunar new year.

Jiang Yang followed his parents and piled up the sunflower seed shells and candy wrappers that had been collected at home at the entrance of the building to burn them.

When I was a kid, doing this kind of thing felt like a ritual, like burning trash.

I only learned when I grew up that this was called "sending away poverty".

Every year, the property management company posts a notice prohibiting this practice.

This year is no exception.

Someone covered the property management notice with a New Year's picture of the God of Wealth.

A motorcade of vehicles delivering New Year's greetings blocked the residential area, turning it into a parking lot.

Before you know it, it's the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and there are dragon dance teams on the streets.

Young people form groups to steal vegetables from farms; if they are caught, they must say auspicious words.

After dinner.

Tian Xiwei took a walk to the entrance of Jiang Yang's residential compound.

He frequently glanced at the gate of the residential compound.

I felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness; the light from the streetlights flickered in my pupils.

Her fingers twisted the tassels of her scarf, and her toes repeatedly ground against a shattered firecracker on the ground.

I wonder if Jiang Yang is home.

Hesitating whether to message Jiang Yang, she took out her phone and typed: "[Do you remember on New Year's Eve, we promised to go to the hill behind Tongliang Library to set off fireworks together?]"
The message was not sent.

Delete.

I think Jiang Yang might have forgotten.

I couldn't resist and typed: "Jiang Yang, I just happened to be walking near your apartment complex. Are you home?"
Jiang Yang replied: ["I'm at home. Am I going out to set off fireworks?"]
Jiang Yang still remembers!
When Tian Xiwei saw Jiang Yang's message, she held her breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She couldn't help but grin, biting the inside of her mouth to reveal her dimples.

She didn't bring any fireworks; she and her sister had already used up all the fireworks at home.

Tian Xiwei sent a message: "[I'm going to buy fireworks now.]"
Jiang Yang replied: [“I have some in my car trunk, I’ve always kept them.”]
"Why are you keeping it? Aren't you going to set off fireworks with your sister?"
"She doesn't even deserve it! This was saved for you, bought on New Year's Eve. We're going to the back hill of Tongliang Library."
Saw this message.

Tian Xi smiled slightly, her face beaming with joy.

Jiang Yang opened the trunk of the Corolla to check and found that the fireworks were still there, and Jiang Yueyue hadn't stolen them.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Sit in the driver's seat and fasten your seatbelt.

The phone vibrates.

I received a voice message from Huang Lei.

When you click on it, it's not Huang Lei's voice, but Huang Yici's:

[“Brother Jiangyang, I wish you all the best in the New Year. My dad is cooking and asked me to tell you that ‘A Little Reunion’ has a release date and he wants you to make time for it… My dad is here, he’s telling you something.”]
Not a moment later.

Received a second voice message from Huang Lei:

"Xiao Jiang, I've cooked a sumptuous meal today. If you're in Beiping, you absolutely have to come to my house. Also, for the next month, try to find some time to help with the promotion on the local TV station. The production team will be holding a press conference and a release date announcement. Please invite Chao Yue along; you two have to come."
It's hard to communicate clearly on WeChat.

I made a phone call to Huang Lei and we chatted briefly.

I know things will get busy after the New Year.

Jiang Yang drove his Corolla to the entrance of the residential area and saw Tian Xiwei by the roadside.

He was wearing new clothes this year, clothes he had never seen before.

The top is a cream-colored fleece jacket, layered over a light pink sweatshirt.

She wore dark gray fleece-lined sweatpants with white stripes on the sides, which made her legs look straight.

Tuck your trouser legs into your snow boots for wind protection.

Wearing a knitted hat.

She wore a tassel scarf around her neck.

I'm wearing a cartoon bear glove, but I've taken off the one on my right hand so it's easier to type.

She wasn't wearing makeup; she only had lip balm on her lips, giving them a natural, glossy shine.

The tip of my nose and earlobes were slightly red from the cold.

When Jiang Yang's car headlights swept over Tian Xiwei, she seemed to be illuminated by a pleasant surprise.

She blinked rapidly a few times to confirm that Jiang Yang was driving and that there was no one else in the car.

He pursed his lips, suppressing a smile.

She couldn't help but perk up her cheeks, revealing her happiness.

I jogged a couple of steps to meet him, then immediately adjusted to a natural pace.

I don't want to seem too eager.

He skillfully opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat: "It's so cold outside."

Draw out the last syllable.

She acts coquettishly but not deliberately, while rubbing her hands together and breathing on them to warm them.

Then, with a slightly complaining nasal tone, she said, "Why isn't your car warm yet? My face is still freezing."

She kept stealing glances at Jiang Yang's reaction.

"We'll have to wait a bit; the train just started." Jiang Yang was about to shift gears.

Tian Xiwei suddenly reached out, her fingertips lightly touching Jiang Yang's palm before covering it with her entire hand: "Wait for what?"

I felt the warmth of Jiang Yang's palm.

Her heart was pounding faster.

Holding Jiang Yang's hand, she closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at him, but her cheek rubbed against his palm.

After pressing it against his wrist, she exhaled gently, her breath brushing against Jiang Yang's wrist: "It's so warm, my face warmed up instantly."
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PS:

Liu Haochun: "Thank you Plute for feeding me a birthday cake... It turns out that those people I envy are also secretly envying my courage to smash the past."

Liu Haochun: "Thank you for the sweet treat from Chujian Nuanyi... Whenever I feel like I can't go on, I think about why I had to set off even if I had to crawl."

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