Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 85: Piecing together your own reunion in someone else's family

Jiang Yang didn't say anything, but just picked up the last piece of sausage on the plate and put it into Yang Chaoyue's bowl.

I could hear the bitterness in Yang Chaoyue's words.

Precocious children always grow up cruelly.

I’ve seen left-behind children on TV saying with a smile that they don’t miss their parents.

I saw in the news that a poor student gave up on the opportunity to continue his postgraduate study and said with a smile that he would rather work.

The words spoken with a smile hide irreparable grievances.

Pretending to be carefree during the day, and crying while biting the corner of the quilt at night.

Done.

Yang Chaoyue smoothed his hair and said, "Brother Yang, I'll go get your phone for you. It seems to be in your master bedroom."

"Oh yes, it's on the desk. I remember now."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "It must have been Huang Lei who called."

Huang Lei’s phone number?
Brother Yang actually has Huang Lei’s contact information privately?
Sure enough, Brother Yang’s network of contacts is even more powerful than he imagined.

Yang Chaoyue quickly stood up and trotted to the master bedroom.

Jiang Yang's iPhone was on the desk, and the screen was flashing with the WeChat call page.

The note is not Huang Lei.

It was a name that was unfamiliar to her: Jiang Yueyue.

The WeChat avatar is the blackened white-haired look of Kaneki Ken from "Tokyo Ghoul".

"I thought it was Huang Lei." Jiang Yang took the phone, glanced at the name on it, and his eyes immediately turned disgusted. He hung up without hesitation: "This is my youngest sister."

"Youngest sister?"

Yang Chaoyue imitated Jiang Yang's speaking tone, making his voice sound a little softer, with the pitch first falling and then rising.

Jiang Yang felt strange hearing the poor Wudu dialect: "Yaomei'er means younger sister."

"You have a sister too?"

"Well, she's ugly, has a bad temper, is a bitch, steals my money, and often makes me pin her to the ground and beat her with slippers."

"real or fake?"

Yang Chaoyue was stunned when he heard this.

Is the relationship between Brother Yang and his sister so bad that he would even hit his sister?

But after being in contact with Brother Yang for such a long time, it is clear that Brother Yang is not a person with a bad temper. Sometimes he is even very gentle.

The iPhone rang again.

It’s still not Huang Lei’s, but Jiang Yueyue’s.

Jiang Yang then hung up and sent a voice message back: ["I'm very busy, don't have time, do your homework well. If you have any problems, don't look for me, look for your mother and husband!"]
A ding-dong sound.

Jiang Yueyue typed: [“Brother, I’m almost out of pocket money this month.”]
Jiang Yang replied: [“So fast? What did you buy?”]
Jiang Yueyue sent a message: [“I bought some books for school, some clothes, and a few buckets of instant noodles.”]
Jiang Yang frowned and typed the message:

"Your parents won't let you eat those instant noodles sold in buckets, yet you go out and buy them to eat secretly. How can you eat that? You're still growing! Bucket instant noodles have been on the news. The high temperature of the bucket walls produces carcinogens."
Yang Chaoyue put down his chopsticks and looked at the messages sent by Jiang Yang and his sister.

It seems that Jiang Yang doesn't hate his sister.

Still caring about my sister.

I know not to let my sister eat instant noodles in a bucket because I am worried about her health.

Looks disgusted on the surface, but cares secretly.

Seeing this, Yang Chaoyue smiled slightly.

When I was in my hometown, I also cared about my sister in this way, even though she was my half-sister.

"Sorry, brother. I know it's unhealthy." Jiang Yueyue sent a message. Jiang Yang calmly replied: "Don't you know that the bagged ones are cheaper?"
Yang Chaoyue's smile froze.

Is Jiang Yang's heart made of stone?

A ding-dong sound.

Jiang Yueyue sent a message: ["Brother, are you human?"]
Yang Chaoyue tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Isn’t this what I have said to Jiang Yang several times?

Jiang Yang sent a 200 yuan red envelope: [“Speak nicely.”]
The screen showed that Jiang Yueyue received the red envelope.

Be quiet for a few seconds.

A 2-second voice message was sent.

When I clicked on it, I heard a sharp blast of noise: [“What a bastard!!!”]
Jiang Yang put his phone on the table and continued watching Nirvana in Fire on his tablet, learning the rhythm of the actors' lines and the details of their micro-expressions.

I found that the table was shaking.

He turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue lowered his head and bit his lower lip, as if he was trying very hard to suppress the corner of his mouth, but one corner of his mouth was still raised.

"Just laugh if you want to. It's so hard to hold it back... I just don't understand what's so funny about it."

"No, Brother Yang, I'm not laughing."

"She took my money and insulted my dignity. Do you think she deserves to be punished?"

Yang Chaoyue was so depressed that the veins in his neck bulged: "Yes, yes, I understand you, but I want to hear it again."

Jiang Yang turned on the screen and clicked on the voice message Jiang Yueyue had just sent: "What a jerk!!!"

Yang Chaoyue finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It turns out that the way I occasionally cursed Jiang Yang in the Fog City dialect was correct, as Yang's sister also cursed him in the same way in private.

Originally, Yang Chaoyue felt a little guilty.

I felt much better all of a sudden.

It turns out that the boss, who is usually very stylish, is also the one who gets scolded in his own home.

Even learned the correct pronunciation.

It turns out that this is how Brother Yang gets along with his family in private.

I am in my hometown of Yancheng. Every time my sister comes to play with me, in the eyes of others, this may be the way we get along.

It’s been almost a year since I left my hometown.

Every time I go back to my hometown, I can see that the wrinkles on my father's face are getting deeper and deeper, and my sister is growing taller.

"Brother Yang, I want to hear it again."

"Take the phone and listen to it yourself."

Jiang Yang waved his hand impatiently and handed the phone to Yang Chaoyue, while he watched the drama seriously.

Yang Chaoyue played the voice message of Jiang Yueyue scolding Jiang Yang over and over again. She laughed so hard that she hiccupped: "Brother Yang, your sister is so cute."

"Is this cute? I'm really impressed! You have no idea how fierce she is when she scolds people."

"I know, but it's really cute."

Even though I knew Brother Yang was right, I couldn't help but go against him.

As I laughed, my nose suddenly felt a little sore for some reason.

In the mirror image of other people's families, I secretly piece together my own memories of reunion.

(End of this chapter)