Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The elevator doors in the corridor opened.

Zhou Ye carried two packaged roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers) towards Jiang Yang's room.

Originally, I said goodbye to Jiang Yang after the symposium at Qinghua High School, but I didn't let Jiang Yang see me off. I took a car to the high-speed rail station by myself.

Just discovered.

There are no more high-speed rail tickets available.

Flights were cancelled and train tickets were sold out. In the past, my mother would help me with booking tickets.

The two roujiamo (Chinese hamburgers) I was carrying were bought from a stall on the street in front of the East Hotel.

According to Jiang Yang, when he lived here last year with Chao Yue, Xi Wei, and Hao Chun, everyone loved eating this stuff.

I brought one especially for Jiang Yang.

The pace gradually slowed down.

She noticed that Jiang Yang's room was lit up and the door was open, and from her perspective she could see the wallpaper and short-pile carpet inside.

My gaze was fixed on a dance bag by the door.

"Huh, is there someone else in Jiang Yang's room? Can Zhuang Dafei dance?" The first person Zhou Ye thought of was Zhuang Dafei, who was on stage in the Qinghua Affiliated High School auditorium accompanying Jiang Yang on the piano.

When Jiang Yang finished singing "The Sea of ​​Stars", the audience responded very well.

When I posted the recorded video on Weibo, it quickly garnered over a thousand views.

Finally, the students went up to ask for autographs, and Jiang Yang was surrounded by the largest number of people.

I saw that Jiang Yang and Zhuang Dafei had exchanged contact information.

Was it Zhuang Dafei, or someone else?

Zhou Ye slowed his pace, leaned back slightly, wanting to leave, but couldn't resist his curiosity.

My hand unconsciously tightened around the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), the plastic bag making a slight rustling sound, and I quietly stepped over.

in the room.

The air conditioner was blowing heat silently.

Liu Haochun released his lips from Jiang Yang's neck: "Did I kiss you too hard?"

"Never mind. I'm used to it."

Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

Their own necks, without them even realizing it, have become a popular spot for them to post hickeys.

That's strange. Did they plan this together?

How come they're all so accurate?

Liu Haochun gripped Jiang Yang's clothes tightly, resting his forehead on Jiang Yang's shoulder, his voice muffled yet exceptionally clear:

“Jiang Yang, I’ve calculated it. It takes two subway transfers, 800 meters to get from the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy to the East Hotel. I’ve been thinking all the way here: what if I get there and you’re not there? What if you find me annoying? But when I got downstairs at the hotel and saw your room light on, I suddenly wasn’t afraid anymore.”

She wrapped her arms around Jiang Yang's neck.

Her legs were draped over Jiang Yang's lap.

She looked up, her sweaty hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, but her eyes shone brightly: "You know what? I've won so many trophies for dancing, but none of them can compare to the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) you bought for me in the practice room that day."

That day in the dance studio, I saw Jiang Yang squatting on the floor using a mineral water bottle as a microphone, imitating how the judges scored me.

That was the first time I realized what it felt like to be cared for.

We chatted for a few minutes.

When they talked about why Jiang Yang's eyes were a little red when he came in, they discussed why.

When Jiang Yang and Xu Xiaoou discussed the preliminary terms of the resource exchange, Xu Xiaoou even wanted Jiang Yang to sign a performance-based agreement.

Jiang Yang sat down on the sofa, but Liu Haochun still held Jiang Yang's neck tightly with both arms.

Her two legs were wrapped around Jiang Yang's waist.

I didn't understand what resource swapping or performance-based agreements were. I just listened attentively.

But you could sense that Jiang Yang seemed to be under a lot of pressure and had become serious.

Especially when she asked Jiang Yang why he did these things, Jiang Yang said he was afraid of letting her down, afraid that he wouldn't get more resources, and that he would let down Chao Yuexi, Wei Ruonan and the others.

Liu Haochun's fingers caressed the fabric of Jiang Yang's back as his voice gradually lowered: "Jiang Yang, don't say you're afraid of letting us down. You've already given us the most precious thing."

"Have it?"

"Yes, those scripts written at 3 a.m., the scenes of repeatedly falling down, and the worn-out dance shoes—we did it all willingly, because..."

Liu Haochun suddenly choked up.

The image of Jiang Yang singing "The Sea of ​​Stars" on the stage of Qinghua High School came to mind when I video chatted with Zhao Jinmai that afternoon.

That was the first time Jiang Yang said that this song was written for her.

Liu Haochun buried his face in Jiang Yang's neck and took a deep breath.

When she looked up again, her tears were still wet, and her eyes were exceptionally firm, with a fierce stubbornness.

Her voice was nasal but her tone was exceptionally firm: "Because you made us believe that people like us also deserve to have the stars and the sea."

Jiang Yang's phone vibrated.

He held Liu Haochun's shapely buttocks with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

Jiang Yang received a message from Zhao Jinmai: "[Jiang Yang, send me the verification code.]"
Jiang Yang replied: ["What verification code?"]
next second.

I received a text message.

It's a verification code for CF's anti-addiction system.

It says:

[Tencent Games], Dear player, your anti-addiction verification code for account (CF ID: I'm Not Tall Anymore) is: 742850 (valid for 15 minutes). This account is bound to ID card [Jiangyang50***], please do not disclose the verification code.

Jiang Yang frowned: ["You're just a little girl, what are you doing playing CF? No way, unless you start playing Miracle Nikki too."]
Liu Haochun did not disturb Jiang Yang.

She released her arms from Jiang Yang's neck, but still hooked her legs around his waist, sitting on his lap.

I noticed a stack of sticky notes and a pen in the drawer of the desk next to me.

She tore off a sheet.

She buried her face in Jiang Yang's shoulder, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed a sticky note against the back of the sofa, which read: Jiang Yang...

Jiang Yang gently put his arm around Liu Haochun's waist, looking at the message Zhao Jinmai had sent on his phone screen: ["What's so fun about Miracle Nikki? Hurry up and send me the verification code."]
Jiang Yang replied: ["Your mother told you not to play games."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“I can light up your CF icon on QQ.”]
Jiang Yang replied in the same way: ["Your mother told you not to play games."]
"I'll top up your CF account and buy you the Fire Kirin!"
"Your mother is indeed a bit too controlling."
Send the verification code to Zhao Jinmai.

Liu Haochun finished writing on the sticky note, folded it in half, and stuffed it into Jiang Yang's hand.

"What did you write?"

"Don't look now, it's embarrassing for me."

Liu Haochun snatched the sticky note and stuffed it into Jiang Yang's pocket.

Hearing Jiang Yang's voice: "Then what are you looking at?"

"Look at me."

Liu Haochun raised his head and met Jiang Yang's gaze.

Her eyes flickered, and her voice trembled slightly: "Looking at me like that, I'm capable of anything except treason and math problems."

Just finished speaking.

Liu Haochun caught sight of the girl entering through the door, immediately pulled his legs back, stood up, and smoothed the hair around his neck: "Who are you looking for?"

"I……"

Zhou Ye's gaze fell on Liu Haochun, and he was slightly taken aback: "I am Jiang Yang's friend. I am looking for Jiang Yang."

I saw Liu Haochun's Weibo post before: "Are you Liu Haochun?"

Jiang Yang stood up and looked over: "Zhou Ye? Didn't you go back?" (End of Chapter)