Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I promised Zhao Jinmai that I would help her with her winter vacation homework.

Zhao Jinmai agreed to bring it to him the next day, but what she brought was chive dumplings mixed with minced garlic.

After eating, he wore a mask all day and didn't dare to talk to the girl.

I saw a new post on Yang Chaoyue's WeChat Moments.

The accompanying picture shows the dog from my hometown standing in front of its kennel, tilting its head, sticking out its tongue, and looking at the camera.

That's the photo that was posted in the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group.

The caption is:

"The puppy doesn't know about stiff neck; it only knows that the world is crooked today."

I don't know either, so every time I see my dog ​​like this, I think it looks down on me, and I've hit it many times. This morning, I slapped it so hard its tongue came out.
Jiang Yang gave it a thumbs up.

Yang Chaoyue saw Zhao Jinmai's comment under her post on WeChat Moments: ["What an rude dog owner."]
Tian Xiwei replied to Zhao Jinmai: [“Maimai, you’re from Northeast China, why are you pretending to be from the South? Speak properly.”]
Zhao Jinmai commented again: [“A master with absolutely no manners, ptooey!”]
Zhang Ruonan commented: [“Dogs can heal themselves, right? Let it go out and find some herbs to eat.”]
Bai Lu replied to Zhang Ruonan: [“Chao Yue’s dog won’t eat herbs when it goes out; it will only eat shit.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied to Bai Lu: [“You actually know Ruonan?”]
[“We met last year when we were models. At a photography base in Linchuan, the same Taobao store temporarily replaced the original models and urgently grabbed five substitutes for auditions. Ruonan and I were among them.”] Bai Lu replied to Yang Chaoyue.

The Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy.

The first class of the second semester of senior year.

They were taking academic classes.

Liu Haochun stared at the blackboard, his pupils unfocused.

Vision is out of focus.

The chalk writing blurred into gray-white specks on my retina, and the notebook on my desk was unknowingly filled with the lyrics of "Calories".

The phrase "burn my calories" was repeatedly highlighted in bold.

When the teacher called on her to answer a question, she suddenly stood up and knocked over the desk, spilling her water cup and soaking her skirt without even noticing.

I returned to the dormitory at noon.

While his other roommates were excitedly discussing the results of the art exams, Liu Haochun remained unusually silent, sitting at his desk.

He ignored his roommates' cheers.

Wipe the already clean desktop repeatedly.

He got a new song created by Jiang Yang, which would likely become a huge hit if he learned it, but he wasn't happy at all.

"Haochun, what's wrong?"

Liu Haochun's roommate noticed something was wrong and touched his burning forehead: "You have a fever, Haochun. You were fine yesterday."

"Do you have a fever?"

Liu Haochun touched his forehead and didn't feel anything unusual.

The body temperature reading was 38.5 degrees Celsius.

Liu Haochun's roommate didn't let her go to class, helped her ask the teacher for leave, told Liu Haochun to rest well in the dormitory, and brought her food.

Liu Haochun quickly ate his lunchbox and closed it. He was very hungry, but had no appetite.

I didn't tell my roommate that I had signed with the company.

She didn't tell anyone else that she had done very well in the art exam.

I chatted with my roommate for a while, then lay down on the bed to rest.

The truth is, you know your problem isn't physical, but psychological.

I really want to accept a man's gifts with a clear conscience, just like my mother said.

I also want to do what my father said: to seize opportunities that belong to others and then take them for granted as my own.

I opened WeChat and sent a message to my mom.

Let's talk about the start of school today.

Suddenly, I sent my mom a message: ["Mom, I stole the song Jiang Yang wrote for Yang Chaoyue. Was I right to do that?"]
My mother replied: [“You’re right. That’s how society is; whoever is ruthless succeeds.”]
"But I'm not happy at all; I feel like I've fallen into depravity."
[“Haochun, you haven’t fallen, you’ve just grown up. Grow up quickly, stop acting like a child. Mom is waiting to hear your new song.”]
Liu Haochun took out Jiang Yang's new singer's manuscript.

My gaze lingered on Yang Chaoyue's name at the bottom of the last page.

I hate this version of myself.

I instinctively reject this version of myself.

She clearly wanted to use her pure soul to atone for her parents' sins.

A youth bound by family ties. And an innocence that will inevitably rot away.

This version of myself is very, very dirty.

Suddenly I felt that having a fever was retribution, that my soul was killing germs.

Repeated internal friction.

I want to sleep but can't.

Even the creaking sound of the bed when I turn over is annoying.

I also felt that I was being particularly pretentious.

I can't be a completely good person, nor can I be a completely bad person.

It is in the most painful intermediate state.

Liu Haochun opened WeChat and sent a message to Yang Chaoyue, typing: "[Chaoyue, are you busy?]"
Hesitate for a few seconds.

She sent the message, then immediately locked her screen, the reflection of which showed her tightly clenched lips.

Cover your phone with the pillow.

A dozen seconds later, my phone vibrated, and I received a reply from Yang Chaoyue: ["Just finished feeding the chickens, Teacher Haochun, are you missing me?"]
Liu Haochun typed: [“I have something to tell you.”]
I revised and edited this sentence several times.

It ended up being: [“Actually, it’s nothing much, I just wanted to see if your house is fun.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: ["Let's video chat now, I'll show you my big yellow dog's silly face with a stiff neck in a bit~"]
next second.

Yang Chaoyue sent me a video call invitation.

Liu Haochun paused for a moment, then sat up and clicked to answer the call.

Yang Chaoyue's bare face appeared on the screen.

He was wearing an old navy blue sweater and school uniform sweatpants.

The shoes were yellow rubber boots covered in mud, with a tear in the upper of the left shoe.

The hair was casually tied into a bun, with stray hairs secured with metal clips used for holding ginger.

"Teacher Haochun, I miss you too." Yang Chaoyue had a rubber band on his wrist, ready to tie something up at any time.

He wore a red rope around his neck with a stainless steel whistle attached, used to scare away birds.

He was sitting on a plastic stool twisting straw rope to tie the frame of the seedling greenhouse, with straw scraps sticking to the cuffs of his sweater.

The quacking of ducks scrambling for food can be heard off-camera.

The sound of a diesel engine came from afar; it was the neighbor's tractor.

"Chaoyue, I..."

Due to the slight head shaking caused by the fever, Liu Haochun deliberately straightened his back.

To maintain a facade of dignity.

I was just about to confess that I had stolen the other person's song.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't say them; they were stuck in my throat.

Let’s change the subject.

Let's talk about some interesting things about Jiangyang Beiwu.

Listen to Yang Chaoyue talk about the joys of celebrating the Spring Festival in his hometown of Yancheng.

We also talked about how our old yellow dog back home got a stiff neck today.

Most of the time, Yang Chaoyue was the one talking and Liu Haochun was the one listening.

As they talked, they walked home.

Once in the courtyard, he picked up some dried fish from the shelf and held it up to the camera: "Haochun, these dried fish from my house, aren't they delicious?"

"It smells good, it looks really good," Liu Haochun said with a smile.

I'll bring it for you to eat next time!

Let's chat for a bit.

Liu Haochun showed Liu Haochun the big yellow dog at home that had a stiff neck.

Yang Chaoyue went to the wishing tree by the door and suddenly softened his tone, saying, "Haochun, is something on your mind?" (End of Chapter)