Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"I……"

Liu Haochun had just uttered one word.

My eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Overwhelmed with guilt, I couldn't utter the rest of my words.

Yang Chaoyue continued:
"Haochun, we're both girls, and we both have our own worries. I'm a wild child who grew up in a rural area of ​​Jiangsu and no one cared for me. You studied dance in Jilin from a young age and grew up with your parents. Before we met Yang, our lives probably would never have intersected. I probably would have gone to that textile factory in Shanghai after the New Year to continue spinning yarn and living a numb life. It was Yang who changed my life. This was something I could never have predicted in my previous seventeen years of life."

Speaking of it.

Yang Chaoyue paused for a moment.

He continued, "Haochun, what I really want to tell you is that our lives are getting better little by little. Give it some time, and everything will be alright."

She scratched her head and said, "Oh dear, I'm not very educated and I'm not good with words. I don't know how to express my thoughts. Anyway, Haochun, I hope you're happy. You look beautiful when you smile, more beautiful than me. I'm just a country girl, plain and simple. I usually look like this when I'm at home. You have much more class than me."

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun's eyes flickered, he didn't say anything, nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "No, no, Chaoyue, you are very good-looking, have a great temperament, and are especially hardworking."

Yang Chaoyue is simple and unpretentious.

The sharper the guilt becomes.

It was discovered that Yang Chaoyue had switched to a rear-facing camera.

Liu Haochun saw a willow tree at the entrance of Yang Chaoyue's courtyard, its branches drooping low and covered with red ribbons. He asked, "What is this? It's very pretty."

"The wishing tree in my hometown village is right in front of my house."

He explained the origin of the wishing tree to Liu Haochun in detail.

Yang Chaoyue went to the eastern side of the wishing tree and held his phone up to it.

A bright red stripe appeared in the frame.

It says:

[Yang Ge gave me an extra zero when he paid my salary last month. I hope he never finds out. — Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016]
Yang Chaoyue's arm trembled slightly, and he chuckled a few times at the camera before quickly moving the camera away: "That was fake, just something I wrote for fun. How could someone as shrewd as Brother Yang possibly give me extra pay?"

Liu Haochun's eyes widened in shock.

The phone vibrates.

I received a 200 yuan red envelope from Yang Chaoyue with seven words written on it: ["Haochun, please keep this a secret."]
"I'll keep it a secret." Liu Haochun accepted the red envelope and nodded with a pursed mouth.

"That's good." Yang Chaoyue grinned.

Liu Haochun then said, "Give me another two hundred."

Yang Chaoyue's smile froze.

Tap the screen with your finger.

Another 200 yuan red envelope was sent over.

Upon receiving another red envelope from Yang Chaoyue, Liu Haochun suddenly smiled.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter.

I don't know why I'm laughing, but I just want to laugh.

Pure joy.

"Haochun, what are you laughing at? I shouldn't have shown you the wishing tree in my village. Just looking at it made me lose four hundred. Seeing you make money makes me feel worse than if I lost money."

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips, his face devoid of any smile.

He glared at Liu Haochun.

At the same time, I'm also relieved that it was Hao Chun who saw it.

If it were MaiMai, she wouldn't know how long she would have to keep this secret.

After a brief chat, let's shift our focus to the other red slips written this year.

This is a prayer written by Yang Chaoyue during the Chinese New Year this year.

Liu Haochun smiled, wondering what wish Yang Chaoyue would make for her.

A new red bar appeared on Liu Haochun's phone screen.

The text is written in a style that's not particularly beautiful, but the handwriting is fairly neat:

[Wishing Haochun a smooth signing with Yang Ge's company, a meteoric rise to success, and a promising future—Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016.]
Liu Haochun stared in disbelief.

Was Chaoyue praying for her?
why.

Chao Yueming said that this wishing tree has a very important meaning in his hometown.

Every red strip written on it is meant to take away the good fortune of the person making the wish.

Logically speaking, if Yang Chaoyue were to make a wish, it should be for Yang Chaoyue himself.

I thought I was seeing things.

Reading it silently again, Liu Haochun's smile turned bitter.

Blink hard to suppress the tears.

"Haochun, my wish for you came true! You really signed with Yang Ge's company, hahaha!"

On the phone screen, Yang Chaoyue was smiling happily.

Liu Haochun smiled politely in response.

Smile and smile.

The corners of his mouth turned down uncontrollably.

Fearing that Yang Chaoyue would discover her embarrassment, she deliberately moved the camera down, only filming her chest area.

She covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

Suppressing her sobs, she said, "Chaoyue, thank you, thank you so much."

"I hope that my wishes for Xiwei and the others will all come true."

Yang Chaoyue's voice rang out from his phone.

Xiwei and the others?

Liu Haochun tried to calm his breathing and focused his gaze.

As the camera moves.

Liu Haochun saw the red strips Yang Chaoyue had written earlier. As she looked at them, she silently read them aloud:
"I hope Tian Xiwei can become a big star."

"I hope Ruonan will have endless smiles and romance in the future."

"I hope Mai Mai will always be as free as the wind, no longer burdened by worries, and grow into a capable adult."

It turns out that Chaoyue not only prayed for himself, but also for Xiwei, Ruonan, and MaiMai.

Liu Haochun suddenly asked:
"Chaoyue, didn't you say that if you pray for someone else on this wishing tree in your hometown, that person will take away your good fortune?"

“You’re not just anyone,” Yang Chaoyue said with a natural smile. “You’ve taken away my good fortune. Seeing you happy makes me happy too.”

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun was stunned.

Looking at the phone screen, I saw a smiling face wearing simple rural clothes and without makeup.

Suddenly, I had a feeling of familiarity.

That was me in the past.

Falling into depravity is not sudden, but rather a gradual process of absorbing a little bit of filth every day.

When I was a child, I would also selflessly offer blessings to others.

Before my parents instilled utilitarian ideas in me, I also believed that kindness did not require conditions.

I dance purely out of love, not to become a tool for marrying a rich man.

I dream of becoming someone like Yang Chaoyue when I grow up.

Lovers don't care about gains and losses, and trusters don't weigh the pros and cons.

How did I gradually become like this?

The phone screen during the video call with Yang Chaoyue seemed to become a mirror, revealing what I looked like before I was corrupted by utilitarianism.

After talking with Yang Chaoyue.

Hang up the video call.

Throughout the entire process, the song "Calories" was never mentioned; I only felt my head getting even more dizzy.

Open QQ Space.

I left a message for myself on the message board:

What I hate is never the filth of the world, but rather how I gradually become accustomed to it.
Click on WeChat.

I texted my mom: ["Mom, I want to return that song to Yang Chaoyue."]
My mother replied: ["Are you crazy? You're turning away resources you've already got? Did you upset Jiang Yang and he yelled at you?"]
Liu Haochun did not answer her mother's question.

My head is spinning terribly.

Lying in bed, my hands felt weak as I typed: ["Mom, I have a fever."]
I received a voice message from my mom: [“Take your medicine if you have a fever! Stop being dramatic! Do you know how many people are vying for this opportunity? If you return the song now, they can find ten more obedient people than you tomorrow!”]
There was the sound of mahjong tiles in the background audio.

Then Mom sent another voice message: ["Did Yang Chaoyue threaten you? How come you can't even beat a factory girl?"]
Liu Haochun's fingers trembled as he hovered above the screen and typed: She wished me success in signing the contract.

It was not sent.

I suddenly remembered that the night before the provincial competition when I was twelve, my mother taught me the same thing: be careful not to trip over your competitors.

I didn't follow the instructions, but won the championship based on my own ability. When I got home, I couldn't escape my mother's scolding.

Liu Haochun typed again: [“She prayed for all of us, including me, the one who stole her song.”]
Attached is a screenshot of a video chat with Yang Chaoyue.

It's the red ribbon that Yang Chaoyue wrote for her on the wishing tree in Yang Chaoyue's hometown.

[“You actually believe these kinds of platitudes? I’ve wasted all these years teaching you!”] My mother sent a voice message.

Liu Haochun typed a reply: [“I want to try making a decision that isn’t worthwhile.”]
Finish sending this message.

Send the electronic version of Jiang Yang's new song, which I finished yesterday, to Yang Chaoyue.

Attached is a message: ["Chaoyue, this is a song Yang wrote for you. Keep it safe and don't let anyone else see it."]
Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Calories? What a terrible name, I can’t even understand it. Did Yang write it with his feet? Is it reliable?”]
A faint smile appeared on Liu Haochun's lips.

I finally feel at ease.

What I fear most is that guilt will become the gentlest form of punishment, slowly torturing my soul day after day.

I drifted off to sleep.

I feel extremely dizzy.

In a daze, he saw the dormitory door open and Jiang Yang step in, reaching out to touch his forehead: "Haochun, don't try to tough it out when you have a fever in the future."

Suddenly I felt a lightness in my body.

Jiang Yang picked her up.

Liu Haochun wrapped his arms around Jiang Yang's neck, realizing he wasn't dreaming: "Boss, what brings you here?"

"Your homeroom teacher called me. Hold on tight to my neck, don't slip down."

Liu Haochun then remembered.

When registering, the emergency contact person field on the form was filled in with Jiang Yang's name.

"Boss, I gave the song 'Calories' to Yang Chaoyue."

"I know, Chaoyue told me."

Jiang Yang carried Liu Haochun downstairs: "Chaoyue is still unhappy, saying this song is too corny and wants me to change it. She even started picking on it. I'm really speechless... Hey, Haochun! What are you doing?"

Just saying.

Jiang Yang suddenly felt a warmth on his neck.

I knew I was going to suffer.

Liu Haochun's flushed cheeks pressed against his neck.

It's the same spot where we planted strawberries last time.

Liu Haochun closed his eyes and first sniffed Jiang Yang's neck.

A familiar scent that I can find even with my eyes closed.

Gently suck on it, your toes stretch out, releasing pent-up pleasure.

A gentle kiss can reassure you more than a thousand words.

Jiang Yang quickened his pace and reminded him, "This is your school! I told you to hold me tight, not to... shut up!"
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PS:

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