Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 287 My Man, Don't Run Away

I didn't have time to chat with Jiang Yang much, I spent the whole day copying homework, and school starts tomorrow.

By 10 p.m., I had almost finished my homework.

After washing up and lying in bed, I received a notification message.

Jiang Yang posted a new Weibo post.

It's a video.

Last night, on the hill behind the Tongliang Library, she used Jiang Yang's phone to film a video of Jiang Yang dancing in a thin gymnastics outfit in the headlights of a car.

Every time Tian Xi saw his tall silhouette, it reminded her of the night she first met Jiang Yang at the alley behind Tongliang Middle School.

Yang Chaoyue is among them.

There is Zhao Jinmai.

There are unbearable aspects to myself.

From that day on, my life trajectory took a turn in a direction I never dared to imagine.

The background music in the video is "Big Dreamer," which is also an interlude from the TV series "A Little Reunion."

The silhouettes cast by the slanted headlights, each leap leaving long shadows on the asphalt road.

The video ends with the music suddenly stopping, and Jiang Yang facing the camera. After special effects editing, his gymnastics uniform transforms into the school uniform from the song "A Little Reunion".

Messy hair turned into a buzz cut.

A stubborn glint appeared in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes: "[You all say I'm a rebellious good-for-nothing, but one day, I'll make everyone remember my name: Zhang Xiaoyu.]"
This is a promotional Weibo post for the TV series "A Little Reunion".

I chatted with Jiang Yang for a while.

We talked about why schools assign so much homework during winter break, and how even if teachers graded it, they forgot how they made mistakes and there was no feedback at all.

We really want to go to the Shanghai Theatre Academy entrance exam as soon as possible.

They chatted about who in school was dating early.

My mom watches "Empresses in the Palace" several times and never gets tired of it.

Before we knew it, an hour had passed.

When I clicked on Jiang Yang's Weibo video again, I found that there were already dozens of comments in the comment section.

I felt a little uneasy.

I wonder if there will be any negative reviews.

If so, help Jiang Yang fight back.

The most liked comment reads: "[With muscles this well-developed, if I find out your lower body looks like a child's, you're dead meat.]"
Tian Xi was slightly stunned.

It took me a moment to understand what it meant.

Let's move on to the next point:
[My mom, my grandma, my brain's turned into a date, my man, don't run away!]
The next comment is:

[Send me a picture.]
The next one is:

[I don't know why, little brother, I suddenly feel so sorry for you. I've been following you since you were an extra, and now you're a lead in a TV series. It's hard to imagine how you got through those tough times. I want you to know that I'm always here for you. By the way, is your penis big?]
I then clicked on the Weibo accounts of the other lead actors.

Everyone has to post a Weibo message to promote "A Little Reunion".

Even Zhang Zifeng and Zhao Jinmai, who are very popular, don't have as many comments on Weibo as Jiang Yang.

The comments from the other lead actors were all expressions of anticipation for the TV series "A Little Reunion" and praise for each other's acting skills based on the released clips.

Only Jiang Yang's comment section.

None of the highly-rated comments were related to the "A Little Reunion".

They were all older women over thirty, and this was sexual harassment of Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei didn't understand it, but she was deeply shocked.

Was Jiang Yang being cyberbullied?

She wanted to help Jiang Yang fight back, but didn't know how to start.

The night passed.

It was already early March, and the senior year of Tongliang Middle School had started.

Jiang Yang got up early to take Tian Xiwei to school.

At the breakfast stall in front of Tian Xiwei's house, the auntie selling glutinous rice balls lifted the wooden bucket, and white steam carrying the aroma of brown sugar mingled with the morning mist.

As I approached the school gate, I saw the owner of a stationery store carrying and selling the "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" textbook.

Tian Xiwei suddenly grabbed Jiang Yang's hand.

She glanced at the students entering the school gate one after another, covered her and Jiang Yang's hands with the sleeve of her school uniform, and looked up at Jiang Yang: "Drive slowly on the way to Beiping. If you get tired, go to the service area to rest."

"Okay," Jiang Yang replied.

"Eat on time."

"it is good."

Tian Xi paused for a moment, her lips trembling slightly: "You must miss me."

This time, Jiang Yang didn't verbally agree.

Instead, he reached out and pulled Tian Xiwei into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head: "We'll meet soon, at the Shanghai Theatre Academy's second audition..."

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, Tian Xiwei pressed herself tightly against his chest, one hand around his neck.

With her other hand, she grabbed his ear.

Jiang Yang lowered his head in pain.

Then I felt a dampness on my neck and could clearly hear Tian Xi's slightly rapid breathing.

"Xiwei, what are you doing?"

"Grow strawberries so those thirsty old women on Weibo can see them, then they won't bother you anymore."

Done.

Tian Xi turned around and ran towards the school, her ponytail swinging against Jiang Yang's chin.

She didn't want Jiang Yang to see her cheeks burning hot.

When I arrived at the school gate, I stopped, covered my face, and looked back.

She deliberately left a gap in her palm, peering through her fingers to see how far Jiang Yang had gone.

Seeing that Jiang Yang was still standing by the bookstore, not having left, looking in her direction, raising his hand and waving to her with a smile.

Tian Xi was slightly stunned, and subconsciously waved to Jiang Yang. At first, her waving movements were stiff, like a beckoning cat.

Until I saw Jiang Yang take out his phone and press a few buttons.

Tian Xiwei received a message from Jiang Yang: ["Study hard, pay attention in class, I'll come pick you up."]
She did not reply.

She looked up at Jiang Yang again, smiled with her lips pursed, revealing her dimples.

The force of the wave increased, turning into a powerful swing.

After saying goodbye to Tian Xiwei, Jiang Yang returned home, drove out, sent a message to his father, and headed to Beiping.

The old man in the family had just gotten up, squinted, and turned on his phone screen to check the time.

Seeing the message from Jiang Yang: ["Dad, there are five cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes on the coffee table in the living room. I know you want to quit smoking, but you have too many worries. Since you can't quit, you might as well smoke some better cigarettes."]
The old man got up and went to the living room.

Looking at the five packs of Zhonghua cigarettes neatly arranged on the coffee table.

There was a note on it that read: "[Dad, you've worked so hard.]"
The old man smiled.

My son has grown up and become more sensible.

I wanted to show it off to my wife, but then I noticed a line written on the back: ["I've always wanted to take you to Beiping, but you've been too busy, so I'll take your car first."]
The Corolla car keys were pressed under the note.

Suddenly I realized something.

The old man's smile froze.

I noticed that the spot on the entryway cabinet where he kept the keys to his Mercedes S-Class was empty.

"Damn it..."

With a curse, the old man pulled out his phone and typed to Jiang Yang: "Bring the car back to me, you bastard!"

About to send it out.

In the end, I held back.

During the two weeks of the Lunar New Year, I often showed off my son to relatives and friends, and instructed my son to serve tea and water to relatives, giving him plenty of face.

I watch my son's performance on "Go Fighting!" over and over again.

Now we're heading to Beiping for a press conference to announce "A Little Reunion".

Realizing that her past behavior might have prevented her son from fully utilizing his talents because she was too strict with him, she understood that her son's past behavior was flawed.

It's time to let go of the kite string that's holding onto my son.

He re-edited the message for Jiang Yang:

"Drive carefully on the road. I'll take care of my two wives at home. You can drive around without worry, but be good to my car."
It was already evening when we drove to Beiping Airport.

After waiting for a while at the arrival gate, I saw Yang Chaoyue with her hair in pigtails, dragging a suitcase, coming out of the passage with the flow of people.

"Brother Yang!"

Yang Chaoyue scanned the crowd waiting to pick up passengers, and upon spotting Jiang Yang, he quickened his pace, dragging his suitcase.

Her ponytail bounced up and down.

On the way from Yancheng to Beiping, I felt reluctant to leave my hometown of Yancheng.

There was also some trepidation about holding a press conference tomorrow regarding the "Little Separation".

He was afraid that reporters would ask tricky questions that he wouldn't be able to answer.

She was worried that her performance would displease Yang Ge.

Especially when he thought of his father waving at him at the airport, his dark cheeks revealing a gap in his teeth as he smiled at him, Yang Chaoyue couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears.

As the plane took off, it plunged into the clouds.

Realizing that he had left his hometown, his thoughts gradually calmed down.

Suddenly I remembered that on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, after the Lantern Festival, I was sweeping up firecracker debris in front of my old home.

After cleaning everything up.

It's clear that the New Year is over.

My childhood friends, some went to school, and some went out to work.

Standing in the alley of my hometown and looking back, I can no longer see that silly little girl from before.

Looking at his own faint reflection in the glass, Yang Chaoyue encouraged himself, and in a whisper, he uttered the words he had spoken when he was 15 years old, leaving his hometown for the first time to work in Zejiang:

"Yang Chaoyue, you must make a name for yourself when you come back!"

She discovered that Jiang Yang was waiting for her at the station.

My complex emotions were instantly relieved.

I felt much more at ease immediately.

She pushed her suitcase towards Jiang Yang: "Boss, hold onto my suitcase."

Just as Jiang Yang pressed down on Yang Chaoyue's suitcase, he saw Yang Chaoyue run a few steps quickly.

The ponytail swung in an arc.

She threw herself into his arms.

As she approached Jiang Yang, she noticed that Jiang Yang's eyes were tired.

Then I realized that Jiang Yang must be very tired after driving all day, so it wasn't a good time to joke around with him.

She slowed her pace, gently grasped Jiang Yang's sleeve, pressed her cheek against his chest, and closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.