Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Yes, the filming of 'A Little Reunion' is about to have a press conference, and we also need to cooperate with the production team to promote it in other cities... Xiwei, what's wrong?"

Noticing Tian Xiwei in his arms, he started to cry.

Jiang Yang moved his right hand up from Tian Xiwei's waist.

Following down her chin, I touched the corner of Tian Xiwei's eye; it was wet.

"I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to be far away from me."

Tian Xiwei tried hard to control herself from crying loudly: "But I'm afraid that keeping you by my side will prevent you from moving towards a better future. I'm so selfish."

Jiang Yang put one arm around Tian Xiwei's waist and the other hand on her cheek, pressing her closer to his chest.

He rested his chin on the top of her head: "We'll meet soon. You have to go to the Shanghai Theatre Academy's second audition. Preparations for 'Fighter of the Destiny' are finished, and if all goes well, filming will start in the first half of the year."

Will you come with me to the Shanghai Theatre Academy's second-round audition?

"Will do."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

Chatted for a while.

The family next to us had their child being picked up by the father, and the child kept asking to sit on his father's shoulders.

After getting what he wanted, he couldn't stop laughing.

Tian Xi tilted her head slightly and looked at Jiang Yang: "I used to do that when I was little, riding on my dad's shoulders, but now that I'm grown up, I don't like it anymore."

"You don't like it anymore now that you're older?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Yes, I don't like it anymore..."

Just finished speaking.

Suddenly I felt my thigh being grabbed by a hand.

Jiang Yang squatted down and let Tian Xiwei sit on his neck.

As she stood up, Tian Xi let out a short gasp and hugged Jiang Yang's head tightly.

Will you like it when you grow up?

"like!"

Finding Jiang Yang very steady and not swaying at all, Tian Xiwei still held Jiang Yang's head tightly, her eyes bright: "I like it, I like it, I like it so much."

I looked around.

Noticing that many people were watching her, Tian Xiwei pointed to the pine forest by the roadside and muttered, "How embarrassing, let's go over there, there are fewer people there."

This place is also known as Lover's Slope in Tongliang.

Because there are many words carved by young couples in the pine forest halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Yang stepped forward.

I saw in the pine forest signs indicating that I had been here before, and words that had been carved there.

[Getting married if you can't get into university – February 14, 2010, Zhang Lei, Xu Li]
A heart was drawn between the two names.

The knife marks were deep, but the words "marriage" were later torn apart by the overgrowth of tree bark.

Look behind you.

I saw some that were from more recent years.

It was a sentence without a name: [If I could do it all over again, I would definitely take you to repeat a year of high school.]
The inscription is carved on the shady side, and the characters are crooked, as if it were done while drunk.

The next one was engraved at the end of last year: [See you in Beijing—December 31, 2015, Xu Hao, Xu Yanting]
The two Xu characters are deliberately squeezed together, surrounded by crooked stars.

Tian Xiwei placed her icy hands on the back of Jiang Yang's neck, making Jiang Yang shiver.

The light from the fireworks illuminated two puffs of white breath that seemed to intertwine.

"Jiang Yang, I want to carve words too. Let's go to that tree." Tian Xi pointed slightly and said, "Walk carefully, don't make me fall."

What do you want engraved?

"I won't tell you yet. I'll bring you to see it when you go to university."

Walk a little further in where there are fewer people, and under this pine tree in front of you, there's something that was carved a year and a half ago:

"Xie Fei and Zhou Qingchen were here."

The writing was glistening from being soaked in tree sap, and below it was a pencil-written addition: "Zhou Qingchen is a dog." It was clearly carved by someone among the people setting off fireworks here, I don't know who.

Tian Xi lowered her head slightly and noticed that Jiang Yang was looking up and peeking at her.

"No peeking!"

She covered Jiang Yang's eyes with one hand.

My hands trembled slightly.

The sensation of her index finger accidentally brushing against his eyelashes made her heart race.

With her other hand holding the hair clip, she raised her little finger and engraved a line of words: "[The mountain has trees, but the trees have no branches.]"

I arrived back at the entrance of the residential area in Jiang Yang's Corolla at 10 p.m.

After getting off the car, Tian Xi saw the taillights disappear around the street corner once again. She remembered the words she had carved on Lover's Slope behind the library and a smile appeared on her lips.

At that time, she covered Jiang Yang's eyes and got off Jiang Yang's neck.

She dragged Jiang Yang into the car and refused to let him see anything.

Jiang Yang would never guess what he had carved, and even if he secretly looked at it, he wouldn't know what it meant.

When I got home, as soon as I entered the door, I saw a bunch of group messages in the class group.

Dad was in the kitchen, scooping out glutinous rice balls with a slotted spoon, when he heard the door open and called out, "Xiwei's back? I saved some sweet fermented rice balls for you, with black sesame filling!"

My mother was in the living room, knitting a sweater while watching The Legend of Zhen Huan.

My younger sister was lying on the bed, swinging her toes as she watched "Stealing the Stars in September".

Underneath the comic book was the math test paper I hadn't finished during winter break.

Hearing Tian Xiwei's footsteps as she returned home, her younger sister jumped off the bed, opened the door a crack, and shouted, "Sister! Help me sign the parent's opinion. Make sure it says that I did my homework diligently every day during the winter vacation."

Operation?

Then I remembered that I also had winter break homework.

After helping my sister cheat on her exam, I returned to my room and pulled out a huge pile of unfinished test papers, feeling a headache coming on.

Open the class group chat.

The content discussed there all seemed to be related to winter break homework:
[“Does anyone have the answers to the physics multiple-choice questions? I copied them out of order, and now I'm getting all of them wrong starting from question 5…”]
It was followed by a kneeling and kowtowing emoji.

[“Guys, stop cramming. I just asked the students from the previous year, and they said there will definitely be exams in the first week of school. Instead of catching up on homework now, you should be doing practice problems.”]
The group chat was silent for several minutes after the message appeared.

Then came the new message:
[“Anyone have geography homework? I’ll trade my history notes for it.”]
……

Finally, everyone took a picture of their completed assignments and sent it to the group chat.

Photos were uploaded one by one.

The class group went silent the moment someone added the homeroom teacher to the group chat.

The group admin quickly deleted all the photos that everyone had taken.

Fortunately, Tian Xiwei managed to save it. She didn't finish copying it until midnight. After washing up and lying in bed, her hand was sore when she sent a message to Jiang Yang.

Open Jiang Yang's Weibo.

I noticed that Jiang Yang's number of followers has risen to 6.

The first photo on Weibo was of Yang Chaoyue.

Every time I see this photo, I can't help but wonder, if I had met Jiang Yang earlier, if I had been the first artist he signed, would the first thing he posted on Weibo have been about me?
The past cannot be changed.

But it can change the future.

She opened Jiang Yang's chat window and sent him a message: ["Jiang Yang, I'm starting school in a couple of days, can you take me to school?"]
In the end, I didn't send the message.

Jiang Yang was probably no longer in Chongqing by then.

Edited message: ["Jiang Yang, are you asleep? What are you doing?"]
After waiting for a few minutes, I still hadn't received a reply from Jiang Yang.

She fell asleep in no time.

The next morning, Tian Xiwei reached for her phone, glanced at the time, and found an unread message.

It was half an hour after I fell asleep last night, and Jiang Yang sent it: ["Thinking of you."]
Tian Xiwei smiled sweetly and typed: ["Me too."] (End of Chapter)