Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Tian Xiwei had already packed her luggage at home. When she returned home from school, the house was empty and no one was there.

My parents went to work, and my younger sister was in her elementary school classroom.

There's no rush to leave.

If you time it right, you'll make it on time for your flight.

I received a message on my phone.

It's from the WeChat group "[We Are a Loving Family]".

First, it was a message from Dad: [“Xiwei, have you taken leave yet? I saw your post on WeChat Moments.”]
Tian Xiwei replied: ["I've taken leave. I just got home and I'm about to take a bus to Chongqing."]
What a hassle.

Zhou Ye's house is more convenient, as it's located in the city center of Wudu.

Her home is in Tongliang. To get there by high-speed rail or plane, you have to travel 60 or 70 kilometers by car first.

I wish Tongliang could have its own airport someday.

At the same time, I feel a little relieved.

Luckily, I'm not flat-chested.

It's not a leap either.

Ruonan is not, Zhou Ye is, and Mai Mai doesn't know if she will be in the future, but she is now.

There was another message from Dad in the group chat, a voice message: ["Haven't left yet? I'm not busy today, I can take the day off and go to Chongqing with you."]
Her father is an electromechanical repairman, and he's been doing it for many years. He says he's not busy, but Tian Xiwei knows he's lying to her.

I told her last night that I would take her to the airport today, but she wouldn't let me.

Now, just from this voice message Dad sent, you can hear the clanging sound of a wrench falling to the ground, accompanied by a coworker's swear word in dialect.

They must be repairing a machine tool.

Whenever her father was at work, he would take a break to make a phone call, and Tian Xiwei would often hear a rhythmic clicking sound of gears meshing in his ear.

One time, this gear meshing sound suddenly stopped, and someone shouted, "Old Tian, ​​come and take a look!"

Dad was used to these sounds.

Tian Xiwei understood immediately.

I haven't had a chance to reply to Dad yet.

Mom initiated a voice call.

Click to connect.

The crackling sound from the workshop loudspeaker on my dad's end came through the phone: "We need bolts, Lao Tian, ​​could you please do us a favor?"

Then came Mom's laughing and scolding voice: "Now everyone over there is calling you Old Tian, ​​huh?"

After Mom finished speaking.

With a whoosh, a stack of test papers was roughly torn open, accompanied by the mother's impatient clicking of her tongue.

Tian Xiwei then remembered.

It's the end of the month.

My mother is a Chinese language teacher at a primary school in Tongliang. There are monthly exams every month, and this year she is teaching third grade.

They must be grading exam papers.

Tian Xiwei didn't speak, but listened silently.

Dad's voice came through the phone speaker: "Don't my colleagues always call me Lao Tian?"

Mom laughed and said, "Didn't I used to call you Xiaotian? Back when you first started working."

"I was young back then, now I'm a seasoned veteran... By the way, Xiwei, you're about to go to the airport, right? I'll see you off."

Hearing Dad say that.

Tian Xiwei then said, "No need, no need, Dad, you go to work first."

Mom quickly added, "Forget it, you're too busy. It's almost the end of the month, and I can't get away either. I'm grading monthly exam papers. I just got to one essay, written by a third-grader who can't even recognize all the characters yet. The title was 'Sweeping Snow,' but the kid wrote 'Sweeping Mines.' The first sentence was, 'It thundered all day yesterday...'"

All I could hear was my mother's laughter.

His words were mumbled and unclear, but as Tian Xi listened, she began to laugh along.

Mom continued, "Xiwei, now that you're in Hengdian, you need to focus on your studies. The college entrance exam is just over a month away."

"Okay," Tian Xi replied.

"Also, if the boxed lunches on set aren't clean, go to the supermarket to buy milk and bread, or go to a restaurant. Don't try to save that little bit of money, understand? When you talk to the director, remember to use the honorific 'you' (您). Observe more, learn more, and talk back less."

"Mom, I won't talk back to anyone when I'm away from home, not at home."

"You still won't talk back? Didn't you say last time that you often talk back to your boss?"

"Oh dear, my boss is different. He's not just anyone," Tian Xi said, sounding a little impatient.

"Look at you, I say a few words to you and you get impatient."

"I know, I know..."

"And also, Xiwei, don't follow those young girls' diets to lose weight. You can't afford to lose the stamina for dancing. If anyone tries to persuade you to drink, just say you're allergic to alcohol. Don't drink no matter who tries. If you don't have enough money, just tell me."

Since she was about to leave, Tian Xiwei suppressed her temper and responded obediently.

This is always the case.

As soon as I leave home, my mother gives me all sorts of instructions.

Endless heart.

Even though I'm not a child anymore.

Tian Xiwei took out all of Jiang Yang's books at once and organized them.

The initial topic of conversation in the group was about caring for her, since she was going to another city.

As they chatted, things got a little complicated.

Parents who work in different places ended up making a voice call and chatting.

Carrying the backpack full of Jiang Yang's books to her bed in her room, and taking the books out of it, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but think.

If we get married in the future.

Her husband is Jiang Yang, and they have a child. Will she end up like her parents are now?

They always use the excuse of caring about the children to find topics to chat about.

Mom will find fault with Dad.

Dad will pretend to be stupid.

That's pretty good.

Jiang Yang is just too naive; he doesn't even know how to kiss.

Jiang Yang's acting skills are excellent, you can feel it. She is also great at dealing with people on set. I often feel that Jiang Yang is like a mature adult, even though she is the same age as me.

Only in private.

When you're intimate with Jiang Yang, you can tell that he's very shy.

So far, the only strawberry I've ever planted on Jiang Yang's neck is...

I bet he doesn't even know as much about sex as I do.

I've read some female-oriented novels online, and they're quite explicit and violent. When I get to Hengdian, I'll tell Jiang Yang about them, broaden his knowledge, and amuse him. It'll be really interesting.

Tian Xiwei continued organizing Jiang Yang's books.

There aren't many books.

Besides the essential science textbooks, the only other textbooks are "Wang Houxiong's Complete Explanation of Textbooks" for senior high school students and "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation".

I flipped through it casually.

It was as clean as new inside.

Basically, only a name was written.

She messaged Jiang Yang: "Don't you ever study? How come your textbooks and teaching materials are all so new?"
Jiang Yang replied: [“You went through my book?”]
"I didn't look at it; I respect other people's privacy."
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“Then how did you know my book was new?”]
"I guessed." Tian Xiwei typed in reply.

What's going on in Jiang Yang's head? He's barely touched his textbooks and teaching materials, yet he still manages to rank among the top students in his grade?

She also has students like that in her class.

He was the sleeping god in the back row of the classroom.

His academic performance is consistently among the worst in his grade, just like Jiang Yang used to be.

Tian Xiwei took out a book with a slightly curled cover from Jiang Yang's pile of books in her schoolbag.

You can tell it's been opened many times.

It's not a textbook or a textbook, but a novel called "Tiny Times".

It is the third installment in Guo Jingming's Tiny Times series, The Golden Age.

The title page bears the logo of Guo Jingming's Zui Shi Culture.

He took out another book.

It's a rage comic.

Tian Xiwei also bought some; they were sold at the book stalls near the school gate, placed on the ground. If you brought them to class, the whole class would pass them around to read.

One of the books was borrowed by Ye Qingzhu, who laughed out loud while reading it during evening self-study, and it was confiscated by the homeroom teacher.

He then took out another book.

"Zhiyin Comics, Jiang Yang actually reads this kind of book? Isn't this the kind of book we girls like to read?"

This is also what she and Ye Qingzhu like to watch.

Every Monday, a batch of books arrives at the bookstore outside the school and is immediately sold out.

The last book was "Dragon Raja".

Tian Xiwei had also watched it and discussed with Ye Qingzhu whether Lu Mingfei would confess his feelings.

Tian Xiwei spent the most time reading this book.

Finally, we've made some progress.

Find something special inside.

"There are love letters."

There were four love letters tucked inside.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that the letters were all written to Jiang Yang by other people.

She took out her phone and texted Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, someone wrote you a love letter!"
[“Did you go through my book again?”] Jiang Yang sent a message.

[“I didn’t flip it, so why are you saying it’s again?”] Tian Xiwei replied. [“I’m really fed up with you, you old fool.”]
"What sixth son? I'm the eldest son in the family!"
The four love letters were written on different types of paper.

Some were written on pink sticky notes, some on lined writing paper, and two were on heart-shaped pieces of paper.

I don't have time to watch.

Kick it into your pocket first.

Tian Xiwei took a taxi with her luggage to Wudu Airport. Sitting in the back seat, she thought of the four love letters that Jiang Yang had tucked into a book.

I realized something.

Jiang Yang was already quite handsome, so it was normal for girls at school to like him.

I heard that Jiang Yang's ex-girlfriend with big breasts was the one who pursued him.

But Jiang Yang kept these love letters.

Does this mean that Jiang Yang likes receiving love letters?
What strange and unusual collecting quirks?

Then she'll write too!

She confiscated the other love letters Jiang Yang received.

Before Jiang Yang's high school years come to a complete end, I'll write him a love letter. That way, he'll only have this one love letter to collect throughout his entire high school years.

It sounds like...

She embodies Jiang Yang's entire high school years.

He turned his head to look out the window.

The tall buildings outside the window gradually thinned out, turning into undulating mountain shadows. Sunlight slanted through the glass and fell on Tian Xiwei's fingertips.

Tian Xi gently stroked the four love letters she had intercepted.

I suddenly felt a little dazed.

"I wish I had met Jiang Yang in the first year of high school, and that we could have been in the same class."

In that case, I might be able to occupy a larger place in Jiang Yang's memory.

For example, becoming the back view he secretly peeks at during recess.

She became the object of his secret passing of notes during evening self-study sessions.

In that case, there might be her photo tucked inside Jiang Yang's well-worn copy of "Dragon Raja".

Instead of what he's doing now, only able to steal a few love letters from other people during his high school years.

The car drove across the river bridge.

Tian Xi gazed at the shimmering light on the river's surface, a faint smile on her lips, and murmured, "Fortunately, it's not too late yet."

Jiang Yang's high school years are coming to an end, but his future is still long.

I can write him a new love letter.

Not the childish confession of folding into a heart shape and spraying perfume, but a sincere and earnest confession:

From now on, I want to be the protagonist in every chapter of your life.
Jiang Yang will definitely meet many girls in his future life.

She wants to be the main character!

A field of rapeseed flowers flashed by by the roadside.

The bright yellow waves of flowers swayed in the wind.

It felt just like seeing spring when I went to take the art exam.

"Jiang Yang, we all need to be well."

Whether they become wildly famous or remain unknown, whether they are inseparable or busy with their own lives, or even if they argue to the point of wanting to strangle each other.

Everything should be like this now.

One glance is enough to know what the other person is thinking, and a single WeChat message can make you burst out laughing.

After checking in my luggage.

After passing through the airport security checkpoint.

Got on the plane.

Tian Xiwei's phone vibrated.

I received a message from Jiang Yang in the [Hoeing the Fields at Noon] group: ["@Xiwei, @Ruonan, @Haochun, there's something going on with the crew. Zhong Shujia asked me to go over there. I'll probably be back very late. You can take a taxi to the hotel, the Marriott Hotel in Hengdian. The rooms are booked. Just show your ID to the front desk and let them know."]
Liu Haochun replied: ["Received."]
Zhang Ruonan replied: ["Okay, boss, I'm on my way, almost there. I've already asked the school for leave."]
Tian Xiwei typed a few words: ["@Jiang Yang, I need you to answer."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“Xiwei, stop fooling around.”]
Tian Xiwei typed two words: ["Fine, you just wait until tomorrow!!!"]
The next day.

Early in the morning.

Jiang Yang was woken up by his cell phone ringing.

It was my father calling.

After the call connected, I heard a sobbing sound. Judging from the trembling tone, I knew it was my younger sister's voice: "Brother, are you doing well on set? I miss you."

Would Jiang Yueyue miss him?

A fantasy.

If someone cries and says things like that, you know they're trying to get him to back them up and are having a fight with their parents.

Jiang Yang frowned: "Why are you crying? Hurry up and tell me. I have to guide my company's artists in filming today. I don't have time to chat with you."

"Brother! Mom hit me."

"Well done!" Jiang Yang said without hesitation.

"Wah!!!" Jiang Yueyue cried even harder.

I don't know why my sister was beaten.

But knowing his sister as he did, he knew there must be a reason.

"Why did your mother hit you?" Jiang Yang asked.

Jiang Yueyue stammered out the words, and in the background, her mother's voice could be heard: "You stole money from home, and you still have the nerve to tell your brother on it."

Mom's voice suddenly became louder.

He must have picked up the old man's phone: "Jiang Yang, tell me, shouldn't you beat your sister for stealing money?"

"It's time to hit!"

Then came the younger sister's voice: "I stole the money last year, and I was beaten last year. Why are you beating me again for this this year? It's not fair..."

Just finished speaking.

The call was disconnected.

In the family group chat, Mom posted a photo.

This was followed by a text message: ["@Jiangyang, look, while cleaning your sister's room, I found a test paper. Take a look at her essay."]
Open the photo.

This photo was taken by Jiang Yueyue's mother; it's her Chinese language test paper.

The main subject of the photo shoot was the page containing the essay, which was about money.

The title is: [Making Money.]
The essay only contained a few lines:

When I was thirteen, I lost two thousand yuan from home. I honestly explained to my mother, but I was beaten severely in return.

When Dad came home, he gave me another beating.

Only my brother held me and comforted me with heartache.

That night, I took a shower and dragged my battered body to bed.

He found the two thousand yuan on his bed, and then, holding the money he had worked so hard to earn, he fell asleep peacefully.

Although my brother comforted me, I didn't plan to share the money with him because he sometimes acts as our parents' henchman, and I was afraid he would tell on us, and I would get beaten again.
Jiang Yang glanced at it a few times and finished reading.

I suddenly remembered that when my younger sister was in junior high school, there was a period when she was quite wealthy.

I don't even lick the lid of the yogurt anymore.

That's what happened.

He typed in the family group chat: ["Well done!"]
dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

The room was stuffy; I realized the air conditioner had been on all night.

Jiang Yang turned off the air conditioner and got up to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Tian Xiwei, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

She was wearing plush pajamas she brought from home, and disposable slippers from the hotel.

The ponytail was tied loosely.

There were red marks on her cheeks from the pillow.

She rushed to see Jiang Yang as soon as she woke up.

"Xiwei? So early? Your scene is scheduled for the afternoon, it's not time to get ready yet."

"Are there any other girls in your room?" Tian Xi asked, peeking out and first gripping the door frame with her fingertips.

"How can it be."

"Then I'm coming in."

Tian Xiwei gently swung her ponytail and stepped in.

His eyes quickly scanned the corners of the room.

They even went so far as to search the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar.

I also took a closer look at the number of water cups on the desk.

Then she nudged the door with her butt and closed it: "Are you going to the film set this afternoon? Ugh, let's not talk about that now, let me give you a hug."

Just finished.

Tian Xiwei impulsively threw herself into Jiang Yang's arms.

She precisely wrapped her arms around Jiang Yang's neck and suddenly jumped up and hung on him like a koala.

His forehead bumped into Jiang Yang's collarbone.

He let out a muffled groan, but refused to let go.

Caught off guard, Jiang Yang reflexively took a half step back, hesitated for a moment with his hand hovering in the air, then wrapped his arms around Tian Xiwei's waist, hearing Tian Xiwei's lazy breathy voice in his ear: "You're not awake either, are you? Me too, hold me while I sleep."
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Taibai knelt in gratitude. (End of Chapter)