Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 97 The Road Back

Turn off the tablet and close the phone.

Yang Chao jumped out of bed and realized something.

I have celebrity friends!

I subconsciously wanted to post a message to celebrate, but I held back.

She is not as reckless as before and knows how to control her emotions.

Brother Yang taught me to be low-key, don’t show off your wealth, don’t flaunt it, and grow steadily.

The most important thing is to let your former classmates and colleagues know about this. It is very likely that someone will be interested in this job opportunity.

Yang Chaoyue pushed open the door to the side bedroom: "Brother Yang..."

As soon as he shouted, the words stopped.

The heater was filled with the smell of barbecue.

The barbecue is spread out on the coffee table.

The grilled meat on the bamboo skewers was no longer so hot, and a thin layer of fat condensed on the surface.

Jiang Yang took a bite, and the cumin seeds stuck to the corners of his mouth. He could taste a slightly bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

The outside of the Coke can was covered with water droplets, leaving wet marks when pressing with the fingertips.

The leeks in the tin foil box were mostly cold, and the garlic sauce mixed with the cold oil had solidified into small lumps.

Yang Chaoyue was so greedy that he gulped: "Brother Yang, why didn't you call me for the barbecue?"

"You're already asleep, why would I call you?"

"Didn't sleep."

"You can't eat after you've brushed your teeth."

"You brushed your teeth too." Yang Chaoyue retorted.

"Let's keep things separate and talk about what we have to say."

Yang Chaoyue got down to business: "Zhao Jinmai added me on QQ. I want you to approve her friend request."

Jiang Yang nodded to show that he understood.

No matter how greedy Yang Chaoyue was, he was not allowed to eat.

Both he and Yang Chaoyue need to pay attention to their body management in order to fit the role. He needs to gain weight and look more childish.

Rose, played by Yang Chaoyue, has a very slim figure.

Yang Chaoyue turned back to his room and suddenly heard Jiang Yang calling out, "Bao'er."

Brother Yang called himself Baoer?

Then another voice came: "Bao."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue slightly brought his knees together, pointed his toes inward, and turned back to look at Jiang Yang, his eyes locked on him. "Brother Yang, what did you just say?"

"I'm full."

He chewed the last of the toasted bun slices without looking up, the sugar grains crunching between his teeth. "I'm so full."

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips unconsciously and added: "Zhao Jinmai said you are trash!"

After saying this, Yang Chaoyue closed the door and went back to the house.

Take out your phone.

In the QQ add list, enter Jiang Yang's QQ number.

She usually contacts Jiang Yang by either calling or texting, and has never added Jiang Yang's QQ number.

In Jiang Yang's words, the password was forgotten.

how is this possible.

Nowadays, does anyone forget their QQ password?

I am very curious whether there are any shameful secrets hidden in Brother Yang’s QQ.

Especially after finding out Jiang Yang's QQ nickname and avatar, Yang Chaoyue became even more curious.

at the same time.

Jiang Yang clicked on the QQ icon on his phone and entered his QQ number.

Password...what's the password?

The birthday is wrong, and the ID number is also wrong.

If anyone is to blame, it’s the rampant account hacking when he was playing DNF, which made him make his password extremely complicated.

Fortunately, I had bound my mobile phone number, changed my password, and logged in.

"Two Zhao Jinmai?" The ID of the person who added his friend is: Chibi Maru-chan Duzi.

Another one is called: Japanese girl Baga-chan.

None of them look like good things.

The former is located in Shenyang in Northeast China.

The latter is located in Yancheng, Jiangsu.

Understood.

A guy named Yang Chaoyue got in.

If you enlarge Yang Chaoyue's portrait, you can see that the photo was taken in the textile factory dormitory.

Wearing a blue-gray work uniform, the background is the rusty iron bed in the factory dormitory, with gloves for spinning on it.

Jiang Yang approved both of their friend requests.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: ["Little trash, do you know who I am?"]
Jiang Yang replied: [“McDonald’s Candy Crush master.”]
[“Hehe, it’s me.”] Zhao Jinmai added a smiley face emoticon after the message.

Jiang Yang typed: [“Nice to meet you. Thank you for teaching me how to play Candy Crush.”]
[“Oh my god, you’re suddenly so polite. I feel embarrassed to call you trash.”]
Pause.

Zhao Jinmai's message came next:
"I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Honestly, I'm just secretly chatting with you on the computer. I don't have a phone, and my mom's almost up. If she finds out I haven't done my homework, I'll get punished. From now on, we'll just go our separate ways. You call me Master, and I'll call you Brother."
Just reading the news, I can feel the strong smell of Northeast China.

Then another message: [“Remember to visit my space.”]
[“Okay, Master, what’s your mother’s phone number?”]
[“Gaha?”]
[“Tell your mom you’re not doing your homework and playing on the computer instead.”]
"Get lost, little calf! If you were back during the Anti-Japanese War, you'd definitely be a traitor!"
Zhao Jinmai’s profile picture turned gray.

going offline.

Jiang Yang finished eating the barbecue, washed up again, and returned to the master bedroom.

As soon as I lay down on the bed, I heard Yang Chaoyue laughing in the next room.

What is this girl laughing at?

Like crazy.

Jiang Yang didn't care.

The phone vibrated, and a message from Yang Chaoyue arrived: ["Brother Yang, I saw the way you came too."]
Seven or eight notifications popped up indicating that Yang Chaoyue liked his own posts.

Jiang Yang's pupils dilated slightly and he opened his QQ space.

The first few comments made my scalp tingle and I could almost imagine living in a three-bedroom apartment with my toes.

The first one was half a year ago, on some dark night when I was feeling particularly lonely:

"涐の味, 伱卟Understand, 涐のache, 伱卟慬."

The second one was posted a year ago, a contradiction between rebellion and innocence:

"伱の涙涙吞涐涐hurt is the most painful injury, and 涐の吢吞伱豞wall is the coldest."

The fingers swiped across the screen.

Flip them one by one.

There are some middle school students who are paired with the "Cold Young Master" avatar.

The more symbols there are, the more noble it appears.

Some comments say it is a youth pain style, with pictures of people with dyed hair and earrings, holding plastic knives and posing in a fighting posture.

It was the bible of fashion back then, and one post would receive dozens of comments. Now the more I look at it, the more embarrassed I feel.

This is not the way I came here, it is purely a dark history.

As I read on, I couldn’t remember what my state was like when I posted these messages.

It's nothing more than the common emotions of adolescence such as heartbreak, loneliness, and not being understood.

But they cannot be matched one to one.

My emotions were so overwhelming at that time that they will be unforgettable for the rest of my life. Ten years later, I was reborn and opened the book again, but I couldn't recall the emotions at all.

Even the people who caused me these emotions during my adolescence have been completely forgotten.

I wanted to delete these non-mainstream comments directly.

After thinking about it, I couldn't bear to delete it.

Set to private.

Hide the relics of youth.

Just like the three-day visible circle of friends has become a fig leaf for future generations.

I can’t remember why I posted these things at that time. I’ll keep them for now and think about them slowly later. Who knows, I might remember them one day.

I was really pretentious at that time.

After entering society and being beaten, I stopped being pretentious.

Because even being pretentious requires consuming the youthful energy, which has long been exhausted in the blessing of 996.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: ["Brother Yang, what are your thoughts?"]
Jiang Yang typed a reply: [“Those were all sent by my sister, what are you laughing at?”]
(End of this chapter)