Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 28 Why Are You Crying?
Yang Chaoyue was stunned for a second, as if he was distracted in class, but suddenly came to his senses: "No, no, I can't study anymore... Brother Yang, you're like a tutor right now."

She laughed out loud: "It looks even more like it when I'm spinning the pen."

private teacher?

Jiang Yang raised his eyes and stared at Yang Chaoyue who was standing in front of the water dispenser, his gaze sliding across Yang Chaoyue's moist lips with water droplets hanging from them.

Suddenly, some classic Japanese films about tutors came to my mind.

And immediately shook the thought off from his mind.

The girl is only 17 years old now and has half a year left before she becomes an adult. If she has those thoughts, she will not pass the review.

Jiang Yang's Montblanc pen left a dot of ink on the A4 paper: "Pour Teacher Jiang a glass of water."

"Okay!"

Jiang Yang took the cup of water handed to him by Yang Chaoyue, blew on it gently, touched it to his lips, and found that it was not boiling water, so he drank it with confidence:

"Go buy some groceries and cook dinner tonight. Consider it tuition for me, your tutor. There's a fresh food supermarket just outside the neighborhood."

He took out five red bills and gave them to Yang Chaoyue: "I'll keep the money left from buying groceries. If it's not enough, ask me again. Remember to keep a record of your expenses."

"Okay." Yang Chaoyue closed the door gently, walked into the elevator, rubbed his red eyes, and tightly grasped the five red bills given by Jiang Yang in his pocket.

Brother Yang is about the same age as herself. Judging from his business proficiency, he must have been working in society for several years. Obviously, like her, he did not complete the nine years of compulsory education.

Brother Yang didn't even go to college himself, but he tried every means to train her to become a college student.

What a great boss.

Brother Yang has been working in society for a few years, but his high school knowledge is still so solid, which is enough to show that Brother Yang must have had very good academic performance.

Maybe he is just like me, whose family couldn't afford the tuition and living expenses, so he came out to make a living.

Yang Chaoyue made up his mind.

When buying groceries later, she must use her best bargaining skills to save money for Brother Yang!

In fact, Yang Chaoyue also did it.

Because it was evening, many stalls in the vegetable market were closing up and clearing out their stock, so it was easy to bargain.

Mud snails cost 20 yuan per pound, and I bought a pound and a half for 15 yuan.

There were 2 kilograms of shrimps left at 45 yuan per kilogram, and Yang Chaoyue bought them all for 30 yuan.

There are also mullet, glutinous rice, pork, and some vegetables, fruits, and after some bargaining, they are discounted by at least 30%.

Finally, I came out of the vegetable market carrying heavy bags and sat on the curb to rest.

The plastic bag was leaking shrimp-smelling water stains, leaving dark marks on the cement floor.

It's too heavy.

Yang Chaoyue was so tired that he was gasping for breath, with white mist coming out of his mouth, and he felt extremely satisfied.

There was no kitchen in the textile factory dormitory, so he couldn't cook. If he wanted to eat stir-fried dishes, he had to go to a restaurant, which Yang Chaoyue couldn't afford.

The dishes she would cook at Jiang Yang's place were specialties from her hometown of Yancheng. If she ate them in a restaurant, it would only be more expensive and the taste might not be authentic.

When you are away from home, just thinking about being able to eat a portion of home-cooked food from your hometown makes you feel very comfortable.

Live a good life now.

At this moment, I really want to have a few words with my dad.

Her old Nokia flip phone didn't support video calls, and neither did her dad's.

You can post photos though.

Yang Chaoyue took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the vegetables he bought, edited it into a MMS and sent it to his father, with an additional message: Dad, these are the vegetables I just bought.

After a while, my dad called.

Yang Chaoyue answered the phone within a second of ringing, and a familiar voice came from the receiver: "Ah, so many vegetables, did you buy them all?" (Daughter, so many vegetables, did you buy them all?)
A-lo means daughter in Yancheng dialect. When Yang Chaoyue heard this name, he suddenly felt like he was back home.

Only my dad's voice sounds familiar, no one else can pronounce this tune.

A lump formed in her throat.

Jiang Yang usually taught her Mandarin pronunciation, and she was very careful not to speak in dialect. But when she was on the phone with her father, her Yancheng dialect unconsciously stuck with her: "Hey, yes, Daddy."

"Wow, how much is this? A whole mullet and so many big shrimps."

"It was about 150 yuan, and I bargained it down to 100 yuan."

There was a faint squeaking sound of a cart in the background of my father's phone call.

Yang Chaoyue could imagine his father hunched over behind a concrete pillar at the construction site, answering the phone, the brim of his safety helmet casting a shadow on his dark face.

She added, "You're using my boss's money. He'll reimburse me for it, so I don't have to pay a cent." "Hahaha, you can even reimburse me for the money you spend on groceries. What a great job you have."

Hearing her father's laughter, Yang Chaoyue also laughed. The harsh sound of the iron gate of the vegetable market being pulled down behind her was heard, but she was completely unaware:
"My boss treats me very well. There's even a cooking room where I live. I can make my hometown's braised ground fat, white-braised grey mullet, drunken snails, and lotus root starch dumplings."

When I heard it on the phone, my dad laughed even more happily.

Yang Chaoyue continued, "Dad, it would be great if you were here. The dishes you cook are surprisingly delicious."

"I'll make it for you when you come home, haha."

My father's simple laughter came from the receiver again. "Stop talking nonsense, girl. I still have some work to do. My colleagues have been pushing me so hard lately that I feel a bit stiff and am working slower than usual. If I continue to endure it, the foreman will accuse me of slacking off. If you live well outside, I can rest assured at home."

Dad’s waist is still not healed.

Yang Chaoyue seemed to suddenly think of something, his fingers unconsciously tugged at the corner of his clothes, his throat tightened:

"Dad, your waist still hurts? Didn't you use the 5000 yuan I transferred to you to go to the hospital for treatment?"

"I'll just apply some plaster. Going to the hospital for treatment will cost thousands of yuan in a short time. I'll save the 5000 yuan for you. You can use it when you need it urgently or when you come home for the New Year to buy something good to eat." A hoarse laugh came from the other end of the phone, with a wheezing sound like an old bellows.

really.

Dad didn't listen to her and didn't spend a penny of the 5000 yuan he transferred to her. He saved it for her.

"Don't be reluctant to spend money, go to the hospital!"

"Nothing, nothing."

With a silly laugh, my father hung up the phone and went to work.

The busy tone from the old Nokia receiver was like a broken string.

Yang Chaoyue let out a sigh. He actually had a lot to say to his father.

I want to share the joy of successfully passing the interview and audition.

I’m also afraid that my dad won’t understand.

I want to tell my dad that I signed a contract to be an extra in the second episode of the second season of "Go Fighting!" and I can earn 3500 yuan a day.

She was also afraid that her father would worry that she was being cheated.

Forget it.

If you can avoid making your dad worry, then don’t make him worry.

I'd better wait until I get the money and the second season of Go Fighting! starts, and there will be scenes of her on the show, then I'll tell my dad the good news.

The most important thing is that I must be patient and learn more skills from Brother Yang, so that I can make more money and return to my hometown to cure my father's back injury.

When I earn a lot of money, my dad won’t be reluctant to spend the small amount of money on treating his back injury.

Otherwise, Dad would just let her save the money he transferred to her.

Yang Chaoyue's nose felt sore from the cold wind: "This disobedient old thing..."

She bit her lower lip and mumbled softly to herself in her hometown dialect. Her eyes suddenly turned red for some reason:

"All day long, he worries about me suffering and being uncomfortable away from home. He doesn't care about his own health at all. He's really getting more confused as he gets older."

The old street lamp hummed and lit up, the orange halo spread across the tip of her nose, and her eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her cheekbones.

Yang Chaoyue raised his eyes and looked at one of the buildings in the Fuli community not far away.

That was the house Jiang Yang rented, and there was a room for her in it.

The warm yellow light in the living room overflowed onto the balcony, and the glass windows were covered with mist, like a lighthouse guiding her.

The cold wind was whistling in my ears.

Yang Chaoyue raised her hand to wipe her face, the fishy smell was pungent, and she returned to her safe haven carrying bags of various sizes.

As the sensor light in the corridor came on, Yang Chaoyue inserted the key into the lock and said with a nasal tone at the end: "Brother Yang, I'm back."

The moment I pushed open the door, the warmth from the living room seeped into my body through my sleeves: "I bought a bunch of vegetables and seasonings."

As expected, Jiang Yang was still sitting in front of the coffee table, writing and drawing with his head down.

"Thank you for your hard work. Put the unused dishes in the refrigerator. There are tableware in the kitchen." Jiang Yang responded lazily.

Jiang Yang paused as he wrote, looking up at Yang Chaoyue's red eyes. "Did you get into a fight while haggling with someone at the market?"

Yang Chaoyue said proudly: "How is that possible? I never lose when bargaining."

"Then why are you crying? Come in, it's cold outside."

(End of this chapter)