Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 93 Games are the universal currency of childhood
Zhao Jinmai didn't notice that Jiang Yang was staring at her.

She and her mother came from her hometown in Shenyang. In a few days, they will go to the Songjiang Film and Television Base in Shanghai to participate in the audition of "Little Farewell". Maybe there will also be a script reading and other cooperation matters.

She didn't understand any of this, it was her mother who handled it.

Today, there is a program to be recorded on the Haha Children's Channel in Shanghai.

The process was smooth.

After finishing the work, I went shopping in the supermarket in Songjiang District.

In order to maintain my figure, I haven't eaten fried chicken burgers for a long time.

The heating in the mall was so strong that Zhao Jinmai wanted to take off her hat. When she walked in and saw McDonald's, she excitedly took her mother's hand, smiling with her eyes narrowed and her shoulders shaking.

Without the camera filming, I was talking to my mom privately, and the first thing I said was the dialect of my hometown Shenyang:

"Mom! McDonald's! Haha, forget about that kids' channel's work meal. It's nowhere near as good as this beef burger!"

Hu Lin stopped and looked down at her daughter beside her. She spoke in a gentle voice, speaking Mandarin with a strong Shenyang accent:

"Don't show your teeth so easily when you're happy! What did I tell you? You need to pay attention to your facial expressions."

The smile on Zhao Jinmai's face suddenly froze.

The curve of his mouth gradually narrowed, and he looked at the McDonald's sign with a somewhat unfocused look, his eyebrows slightly drooping. "When I smile, my teeth are always showing. It looks bad on camera. I have to purse my lips and smile, and then my upper teeth are showing."

"We were just filming a children's variety show on TV. Isn't it good not to have plastic surgery? The director and the script supervisor both praised you for being sensible."

Hu Lin said earnestly, "It's not that Mom has high expectations of you. Since you've embarked on the path of acting, you're destined to endure a lot of hardships. Don't blame Mom, I feel bad for you too."

Hear the words.

Zhao Jinmai lowered her head slightly, avoiding her mother's expectant gaze, and her breathing became shallower and slower.

Slowly bend your shoulders inward from an open position, and bend your spine slightly.

Try to adjust your smile.

I come from a dual-income family. My father is a middle school teacher in my hometown, and my mother is a teacher at a key university and is also an international referee.

Seeing that he had a talent for acting, he tried his best to help himself develop in this area.

At the age of 6, her parents sent her to the Shenyang Children's Evening News performance to learn dance.

I got injured many times.

The next day I went to class crying again.

Because of their young age and lack of experience, they are often ignored during auditions, and their parents have to repeatedly recommend them to the crew.

It doesn’t matter if the pay is only a few hundred per episode, as long as there is a role to play.

Finally, with the efforts of his parents, he starred in his first TV series "Can't Live Without Mom" ​​at the age of 8, playing the role of "Missing Brother".

Last year, I received a children's fantasy drama.

Played Ling Meiqi in "Balala the Fairies".

It's the protagonist!
After the show was broadcast, my mother kept praising my performance but didn't allow me to read the comments online.

Actually, I watched it secretly.

QQ space was flooded with ugly things.

There are malicious screenshots of the ranking of child stars who grew up ugly on Baidu Tieba.

I learned to self-censor long before the term "keyboard warrior" was invented.

Even when classmates learned that she was playing the role of a magic fairy, they joked about it in class every day.

So much so that for a long time, Zhao Jinmai refused to mention her identity as an actor.

It was also my mother’s encouragement that kept me going.

I know how good my mother is to me.

but.

really tired.

I have less and less time and space for myself.

Longing for independence, but having to rely on parents for financial life.

Control of every detail.

Sometimes I really want to talk back to my mother, but I feel sorry for what she has done for me.

My parents kept a close eye on my academic performance and prohibited all entertainment activities.

I don't even have time to make friends.

There are confiscated game consoles and torn extracurricular books at home.

Ever since I discovered that my mother would read my diary, I rarely write in it.

I still have the habit of my mother suddenly checking my room when I am doing my homework at night.

I don’t know when it started, but in private, my mother no longer allows herself to laugh from the bottom of her heart.

The corners of Zhao Jinmai's mouth curled up little by little, her breathing became heavier, she raised her head, her gaze upward, and revealed a professional fake smile in front of the camera: "Mom, you are doing this for my own good, I understand."

Forced to be sensible.

Last year, I was asked to perform a talent at a family dinner. My mouth was stiff but I didn't dare to stop, and I also showed a similar smile.

Everyone is satisfied.

"My dear daughter, everyone praises you for being sensible."

Hu Lin saw her daughter smile correctly.

I feel satisfied but also sad.

My daughter has always been hardworking and sensible.

Even her other teachers at university and relatives at home use her daughter as an example to educate their own children.

I don't know why, but I've been talking to her less and less in the past two years.

In private, I rarely share interesting things happening around me with her like I did when we were children.

"Mom, can I have a beef burger?"

"You can only eat one. Don't drink the Coke, it's too sweet. If you get fatter, it won't look good on camera."

As Jiang Yang watched the mother and daughter walk towards McDonald's, a system prompt sounded in his mind:
[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's English vocabulary has improved. You have received feedback and your English vocabulary has increased by 1.]

It seems that Yang Chaoyue is memorizing words in McDonald's.

Jiang Yang didn't rush in, but continued to talk to Tang Shuliang on the phone about the subsequent development of Canxing.

By the way, I imagined what Zhao Jinmai would look like when she grew up.

It's not that he is lustful, it's just that the flowers are in full bloom, and if he doesn't appreciate them, he would seem unromantic.

The mother and daughter pushed open the M-shaped glass arch of McDonald's.

Inside are several rows of metal tables and chairs.

The LED screen on the wall dynamically displays the dishes.

Inside is an open kitchen, and the production process can be seen through transparent glass.

Most of the customers are parents with their children, and the noise is noisy.

There was a spot in the corner that caught Hu Lin's eyes.

Sitting there was a girl with a high ponytail and wearing a simple light-colored dress. She had a quiet temperament. On the dining table was not fast food, but an open English textbook.

He looks like a good student at first glance.

Hu Lin took Zhao Jinmai to sit over.

Yang Chaoyue didn't look at it any further, but politely moved the English textbook to make most of the space.

Hu Lin sat down and said, "My dear, what about before dinner? Memorize two English words!"

She took out a palm-sized English vocabulary book from her bag.

Zhao Jinmai was just about to say, didn’t we clearly agree that after recording today’s program on Haha Children’s TV in Shanghai, we can relax for a day and not have to study?

Hu Lin spoke first: "Isn't this all for your own good, Mom? This year is so crucial! We're about to start filming, and we'll have even less time to study. We have to make use of any spare time! Look at that girl across from us, she must be a very good student!"

Hu Lin pointed at Yang Chaoyue who was sitting opposite her.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoyue gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Continue to look down at the textbook and write down the words with a pen.

Zhao Jinmai met Hu Lin's eager and expectant gaze, and her throat choked.

Fragmented self-discipline is not what you want.

Real rest becomes shameful laziness.

Swallow the words as soon as they reach your lips.

The hand that reached out for the vocabulary book paused for half a second before slowly taking it and lowering his head to avoid eye contact with his mother.

Mom is always like this.

The reward for being in the top ten in the grade is a set of Huanggang secret papers.

Last year’s birthday gift was a limited edition gift box of “Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation”.

My mother explained her act of opening the letters between herself and her pen pal by saying it was "for your own good."

By the way, log in to your social account to check the chat history.

So I finally learned how to create an encrypted photo album in QQ space that was visible only to myself, and built my first secret base.

I even developed the muscle memory of switching the computer interface immediately when I heard footsteps.

My mother must love me very much.

But this kind of love has exquisite shackles.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always been the "other people's child" in the eyes of my parents, relatives and friends.

It is more like the most successful and proud work of my parents.

It is also the mask that is most unfamiliar to me.

Live the life that my parents dreamed of.

"My daughter, we're going back to Shenyang next month for final exams. You can't fall behind in your studies. Have you got all your textbooks and workbooks?"

"It's fixed."

"I'll take a look."

After sitting down for a while, Hu Lin looked through Zhao Jinmai's schoolbag.

One thing is to check if there are any textbooks that have been left behind, and the other is to check if there are any love letters from boys in the school in the school bag.

Found it once before.

It was written by other boys to their daughters.

She couldn't control her temper and scolded her daughter until she cried. Afterwards, she felt very guilty and wiped away her tears secretly.

Every time I find that my daughter is showing signs of going astray, I can't control my temper.

Fortunately, my daughter's academic performance was not affected and she is still among the best.

Zhao Jinmai knew that her mother wanted to search her schoolbag to see if there was anything private.

She didn't say anything.

Privacy is the original sin.

The name of love has become a pass for all-round surveillance.

Numb.

So much so that I would write in my diary with a pencil so that it would be easy to erase.

Learn to use blank space to protect yourself, and don’t even dare to save your memories.

"Where do you want to go play later? Mom will take you there." Hu Lin asked.

As soon as I heard the word "play".

Zhao Jinmai's pupils dilated, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she looked at her mother.

But I noticed that my mother's eyes were staring at the vocabulary book in my hand.

She suddenly realized something.

His raised brows furrowed slightly, and before his smile could bloom, it retreated, his jaw retracted.

There are many fun places in Shanghai, and I had checked them out online before.

The Bund, Natural History Museum, Bayfront Park.

I really want to go. But as soon as I tell my mom where I want to go, she'll make all sorts of requests, all related to study, which makes it difficult for me to go out.

Not happy at all.

Zhao Jinmai raised the corners of her lips, revealing a smile that her mother loved, and asked tentatively, "Bay Park, is that okay?"

"Okay, why not?"

"Really?"

"But there's one condition. You have to memorize 50 words first and get all the dictation correct before I take you there. You have to take a bus to Bayfront Park anyway, so memorizing two ancient poems will be very helpful for your essay writing!"

Hear the words.

Zhao Jinmai's open shoulders gradually retracted.

Hope burned out.

He lowered his head, turned down the corners of his mouth, and his smile turned into a wry smile.

After being forced to grow up, happiness has a clear price tag.

Even laughter requires hard work.

"My dear, if you suffer a little now, you will enjoy happiness later! When you have your studies and career figured out, you can go wherever you want to have fun, right?"

"I understand, Mom. You're doing this for my own good."

Love and control are mixed into cement and poured bit by bit into the shape of one's childhood.

Just finished speaking.

The cell phone rings.

Hu Lin took out her cell phone from her bag, and the caller ID was [Director Wang Jun].

The director of "A Little Separation".

I should talk to myself about the content of my daughter's performance in this film or TV series.

This is not the place to talk.

She took out an English test paper from her bag, spread it out in front of Zhao Jinmai, and asked Zhao Jinmai to write the multiple-choice part. She would come back to check it later.

By the way, she cupped Zhao Jinmai's cheek and gave her a kiss: "Your father and I will always be your support, and mom will definitely be with you. Just tell mom if you need anything!"

Yang Chaoyue, who had just finished writing a few words from memory, heard the noise.

I looked up and saw Hu Lin kissing Zhao Jinmai on the cheek.

Her eyes seemed to be glued to Zhao Jinmai's face, and she didn't come back to her senses until Hu Lin got up and left, pushed the door open and went out to answer the phone.

Especially when I heard Hu Lin’s last words.

very familiar.

Deja vu.

My mother also said the same thing to me, that she would hug me and kiss me when she got home, before she divorced my father.

At that time, my mother would also help me check my homework.

I will remind myself that when I grow up, I must never fall in love with those gangsters in school. Those gangsters have no future and academic performance is the most important thing.

As a result, she became a gangster girl who dropped out of school to work in the eyes of others.

"I'm so envious of having my mother by my side." Yang Chaoyue murmured in his heart.

She blinked rapidly a few times to interrupt her impolite stare.

My mind is a little confused.

I don’t feel like continuing to memorize words.

Play with your phone for a while and wait for Brother Yang to come over.

Yang Chaoyue took out his mobile phone, swiped his space a few times, and opened the Snake game that came with his phone.

Zhao Jinmai didn't notice Yang Chaoyue's previous gaze, but the beeping sound of the game notification on Yang Chaoyue's mobile phone attracted her to look up.

His eyes were like magnets, attracted by Yang Chaoyue's phone. He sighed softly and muttered to himself:
“I wish I had a cell phone of my own.”

As for Yang Chaoyue, he was using a touch-screen smartphone, a Nokia that is being phased out.

She didn't care at all.

Children don’t care about the generation of iPhone they have, what they care about is how many pictures they can take of their mother’s smiling face.

Zhao Jinmai only envied Yang Chaoyue because he had no parents to supervise him and had a mobile phone to play with.

You can easily hide your little secrets that you cannot tell adults in your mobile phone.

I really want to see what game Yang Chaoyue is playing.

It's impolite to do this if you don't know the other person.

Zhao Jinmai continued to lower her head and scanned the multiple-choice part of the English test paper. There were two questions that looked difficult at first glance and were beyond her knowledge.

I just recited it for 2 minutes.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar game sound effect.

I looked up and saw a senior boy walking past me and sitting next to my sister across from me.

He is very handsome.

After chatting with the sister opposite for a few words, it was obvious that we knew each other.

As for what Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue were talking about, Zhao Jinmai didn't care.

Her attention was on the other person's iPhone 6s screen.

The game we are playing is a popular one, Happy Match.

My mom also has this game on her phone.

But my mother will only allow me to play for a while if I get top scores in the exam.

Jiang Yang put his phone on the table, and the screen showed a page indicating that the clearance had failed.

Seeing that Zhao Jinmai was still staring at the game, he asked, "Do you also play this game?"

Zhao Jinmai was stunned for a moment and realized that Jiang Yang was talking to her.

She nodded woodenly: "Yes."

After saying that, she raised one eyebrow and said, "I can play it now! This is my favorite game."

"This game is so hard to play, it's boring."

"Difficult to play? It's obvious that you don't know how to play."

Hearing others say that the game they like to play is boring, Zhao Jinmai leaned forward slightly and spoke faster:
"You need to create combos, use the edges to create special effects, and prioritize eliminating obstacles. Obstacles like ice, snow, and stone pillars will affect elimination efficiency, so you need to clear them first."

Knew it.

There is no wrong way to talk about games with your children.

Games are the universal currency of childhood.

It is also a sealed happy memory.

When Jiang Yang came in, he saw Zhao Jinmai staring at Yang Chaoyue's mobile phone, and he understood what was going on. He downloaded Happy Candy Crush and then came over.

I originally wanted to download Clash of Clans, but that game is mostly played by boys, and it might not be what Zhao Jinmai is interested in.

He glanced at the English test paper spread out in front of Zhao Jinmai.

A good opportunity to grab attributes.

I don’t know Zhao Jinmai now, so the first thing I need to do is to get closer to her.

Let’s talk about this game.

Zhao Jinmai sat with her knees together and her legs apart, then crossed her legs.

Realizing that Jiang Yang was listening very seriously to her gaming experience, the light in her eyes became clear.

It feels so exciting to teach senior students how to play games.

There is a sense of control as if you are a master teaching others how to play games.

The respect gained from game guides is more real than transcripts.

She pointed her finger at Jiang Yang's phone screen from time to time: "You should pay attention to the opportunities for synthesizing special effects, such as straight line effects, explosion effects, and magic bird effects. If used well, they can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"You talk so loudly. Everyone can brag. Can you help me get through this?" Jiang Yang coaxed.

"Of course I can! Your level is ridiculously easy. Give me your phone! What do you say I'm going to get through this?"

Jiang Yang was caught off guard when the girl who had just been speaking sweetly and lovely suddenly blurted out something in Northeastern dialect.

This also shows that Zhao Jinmai's interest has been piqued by me.

"If you pass, I'll treat you to a burger. If you fail, you treat me and..."

Jiang Yang pouted at Yang Chaoyue, who was playing Snake next to him and said, "Please treat me and my sister to burgers."

Yang Chaoyue raised his head, with a clear light in his eyes.

younger sister?

Am I not Brother Yang’s employee?

Why did Brother Yang suddenly start chatting with this little girl?

Yang Chaoyue suddenly understood something.

Normally, Brother Yang wouldn't talk to strangers casually.

Previously at Xiangshan Film and Television City, I didn’t see Brother Yang chatting with other extras.

There must be a reason.

"Are you two brother and sister?" Zhao Jinmai asked.

"hold head high."

Yang Chaoyue smiled and said, "Brother and sister, he is my brother."

Half-siblings.

It's also nice to secretly enjoy the illusion of being protected in a lie.

Zhao Jinmai took a closer look and found that they didn't look alike at all.

unimportant.

The important thing is that I get a chance to play the game: "No problem, I promise."

I don't have any money on me, so I can't afford two hamburgers.

It doesn't affect the bet.

Because I definitely won’t lose.

It can be seen that Zhao Jinmai is obsessed with playing games.

It must be because of my strict upbringing.

Jiang Yang hasn't felt this way for a long time.

I have become the adult I longed to be when I was a child, but I can’t find that gentle figure who is willing to squat down and discuss League of Legends with me.

The connections built through games expose the barrenness of real-life relationships.

Zhao Jinmai just reached out to grab Jiang Yang's phone, then retracted her hand: "No, I have to finish my English test. My mom will be checking it soon. I have to at least finish the multiple-choice questions."

"If you can help me pass the exam, I'll not only buy you a burger, but I'll also help you write your English test."

"Can you write?"

Zhao Jinmai moved the test paper and adjusted its position so that Jiang Yang could see the questions.

She pointed to the third question: "What should I choose for this one?"

Jiang Yang took a look and had a clear answer in his mind.

On the system's Xiaohua binding bar page, choose to bind Zhao Jinmai: "Select B."

"Really? Are you kidding?"

"This test is about interrogative sentences."

Jiang Yang took a closer look at Yang Chaoyue.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue leaning over and listening carefully, he continued to explain:
"General questions require answers of yes or no, but this is a special question. It is about specific content and cannot be answered with yes or no."

"Yeah, that's true. That's what the teacher said in class." Zhao Jinmai nodded, not quite understanding.

A system prompt sounded in Jiang Yang's mind:

[Zhao Jinmai's English has improved under your guidance. You have received feedback and your English level has increased by +1.]
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(End of this chapter)