Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 686 Jiang Yang and Chao Yue Grow Old Together

We had to bite it off.

In a physical sense, it means to bite hard.

Jiang Yang gasped in pain.

It's not that I haven't kissed Chaoyue before; Chaoyue definitely knows how.

Isn't it Ruonan who likes to bite? Why is Chaoyue like this when he's drunk?

Once you drink too much, you forget everything.

"Chaoyue, that's not how you kiss."

"That's how we kiss, we've kissed before... Why are you swaying like that, are you drunk?"

Yang Chaoyue tried to hug Jiang Yang, but found that he couldn't hold him securely.

She stepped on Jiang Yang's toes.

Jiang Yang winced in pain.

This can't go on.

Either send Yang Chaoyue back to his room, or quickly make him behave. Otherwise, there will be no peace tonight, and tomorrow I'll have to teach Haochun how to direct.

"You're the one who's drunk, Chaoyue. You should lie down in bed first."

Jiang Yang tried to hug Yang Chaoyue, but Yang Chaoyue stopped him: "If you want me to go to bed, I'll go to bed. But that would be too embarrassing for me. I won't go."

"You're just trying to argue, aren't you, Chaoyue? You better behave yourself!"

"I'm not going to behave! You want me to rest, but I won't. I want to study now!"

Yang Chaoyue looked at the bedside table.

There was a book on it, a new one that Jiang Yang had bought, titled "How to Be a Director".

Jiang Yang hadn't even read a few pages.

Having only learned a little bit of basic scene management, which was enough to teach Hao Chun, Yang Chaoyue knocked on the door and came in.

"What book is this, Yang-ge...?"

Yang Chaoyue muttered to himself as he picked up the book.

You've got it upside down; look at it from back to front.

Squinting at the dense text on it, she understood: "This is a Chinese textbook, exactly the same as the ones you bought for me in Shanghai."

She pointed to the title on the cover and read aloud: "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Mock Exams".

Jiang Yang wanted to laugh when he heard this.

Yang Chaoyue was usually incredibly proper, doing whatever she was asked to do.

I'm slow at learning everything.

I get sleepy as soon as I look at the Chinese textbook.

Now that he's drunk, all he reads are Chinese textbooks.

He no longer loves money, but loves learning. The only thing that hasn't changed is that he still calls her Brother Yang.

Jiang Yang carefully examined Yang Chaoyue.

She was wearing a loose white short-sleeved T-shirt, the hem hanging loosely, just covering her upper thighs, revealing two slender but shapely calves.

Her skin was fair and youthful, with a faint blush after drinking.

She wore a pair of tight denim shorts that clung to her hips, outlining her pert and full curves.

Her waist and abdomen were slender and firm, without an ounce of excess fat, which made the girl's curves even more exquisite.

She wore a pair of white disposable hotel slippers, her toes round and small, covered with a few fine hairs.

Her eyes and brows were already filled with intoxication.

His eyes were half-closed, his gaze hazy and unfocused.

Her cheeks were burning hot like ripe apples, her nose was red, and her hair was messily plastered to her forehead.

Her usual competence and efficiency were completely gone, leaving only a delicate and soft demeanor. She spoke in a muffled tone with a strong nasal tone, and her body swayed to one side from time to time, yet she still tried to straighten her back and pretend to be clear-headed. Her arms even seemed to float when she raised them.

My birthday is over.

I'm an adult now.

From the age of seventeen to eighteen, she took off her factory worker uniform and was given the title of actress.

When I played a supporting role in "A Little Reunion," I was very careful and stammering when facing the camera, but I still made mistakes as I spoke. I didn't know how to answer in a way that would be interesting, or which of the reporter's questions were traps.

Now I'm in complete control.

Singing is no longer a wailing affair; when I step onto the stage, facing the cameras and industry veterans, I can perform steadily.

They've really matured.

Try picking some and tasting it.

Since we're already here...

Yang Chaoyue continued to mutter, "Brother Yang, I've discovered that Mai Mai's alcohol tolerance is really good. Mai Mai pulled Ben Xi to sit over here with me, and we had a drinking contest. She drank beer, baijiu, and yellow liquor, and she was fine. Are all Northeasterners this good at drinking?"

Is Mai Mai a good drinker?

I remember Mai Mai's alcohol tolerance wasn't very good, much worse than Chao Yue's.

Understood.

MaiMai is really mean. When she found that ChaoYue had drunk too much, she grabbed Sprite, Wahaha, and Dongpeng and started to force-feed him alcohol.

They've all made Chaoyue so indifferent to money.

"Chaoyue, you've really had too much to drink." Jiang Yang looked at Yang Chaoyue's flushed cheeks.

"You're the one who's drunk. Let me tell you, Yang, when you drink too much, your body gets hot. Touch me, I'm not hot at all."

Yang Chaoyue grabbed Jiang Yang's hand and rubbed it against her conscience.

Even through his clothes, Yang Chaoyue's body trembled slightly.

As soon as Jiang Yang's palm touched it, it was enveloped by a plump, soft mass.

Even through the thin T-shirt, the texture felt full and solid, without any sense of flimsyness.

It can clearly outline a rounded and full shape, soft yet resilient.

The uniquely smooth skin of the Super Leap touches your palm, and warmth spreads between your fingers.

It slightly dents when pressed and springs back immediately when released.

She looked down and asked, "Are you hot?"

"I don't know, it's covered by clothes."

"Yang, you're so stupid, you can't adapt at all."

Yang Chaoyue grabbed Jiang Yang's hand and put it inside her collar, close to her skin. At first, it touched her bra, but Jiang Yang lifted it up and completely covered her.

It's not like Mai Mai, a budding lotus just beginning to show its potential.

The weight of Chaoyue is no less than that of Xiwei.

You can still feel Yang Chaoyue's passionate heartbeat.

Yang Chaoyue's breathing became increasingly rapid, his hands bracing against the bedside table: "Brother Yang, can I...?"

Jiang Yang sensed that Yang Chaoyue was too drunk and his speech was unclear, so he asked, "Isn't it scary? When you're drunk, you don't care about money at all. It is a bit scary."

Jiang Yang glanced back and saw money scattered all over the ground.

I had previously heard Yang Chaoyue say that these were all things she had prepared for her father.

I estimate there are forty to fifty thousand.

I guess before they could even give it to him, Mai Mai got him drunk and started throwing a tantrum.

Jiang Yang said seriously, "I'll take this money later. When you wake up tomorrow and find that the money and you're gone, you'll know how terrible it is to be drunk. I'll teach you a lesson for drinking so much."

"I'm happy today, being the female lead in your first film and television drama. I'm happy, so I'll drink. Is that not allowed?"

Yang Chaoyue said fiercely, "Yangzi, I've noticed you're particularly good at changing the subject. I was asking you if I could..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yang interrupted her: "What did you call me?"

"Yangzi."

With a snap.

Jiang Yang slapped Yang Chaoyue hard across the buttocks.

Yang Chaoyue screamed in pain, but didn't change his tune: "Yangzi, my dad is in the hotel. I'm going to tell my dad that you hit me!"

The fact that he simply didn't change his tune shows that Yang Chaoyue has indeed become much bolder, but not to the extent that Xiwei has.

Jiang Yang felt relieved.

What would Xiwei be like if she drank too much?

I dare not think about it, not even a little bit.

He pulled down Yang Chaoyue's outer pants and slapped him again: "What did you call me?"

Yang Chaoyue screamed in pain again.

Even if you spank my butt in half, I'll still call you Yangzi. From now on, I'll call you Yangzi.

Spanking doesn't work.

Jiang Yang grabbed Yang Chaoyue's conscience and pulled hard. Luckily, Chaoyue wasn't pregnant, otherwise, the milk would have been squeezed out.

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang," Yang Chaoyue changed his address.

Why isn't he called Yangzi anymore?

"It will explode."

Yang Chaoyue continued, "I just asked you if I could have sex with you. I spoke in standard Mandarin, and my pronunciation was very accurate. It was 'sex'."

"can."

Before Yang Chaoyue could say anything, Jiang Yang kissed him.

This time, Yang Chaoyue didn't bite him as aggressively as before.

At first, she was a little confused and at a loss. Her lips were stiff and her eyes were still hazy and unfocused. She hadn't fully reacted and was just passively enduring Jiang Yang's kiss.

She tentatively parted her lips slightly, her tongue carefully brushing against Jiang Yang's lips, carrying the sweet aftertaste of alcohol and a hint of awkwardness, as she tentatively responded.

Jiang Yang slowed down the pace to guide her.

He gently touched the back of her neck with his palm, soothing her unease.

Gradually, Yang Chaoyue shed his initial awkwardness, and his breathing became hot.

She took the initiative to raise her hand and wrap it around Jiang Yang's neck, their arms intertwining.

The kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling. She pressed herself tightly against Jiang Yang's body, gripping his clothes with increasing force.

All restraint has been stripped away, leaving only the candor born of alcohol.

His breathing was rapid and hot.

It was both red and hot.

Late at night, Jiang Yang washed her clean and went to sleep with her skin red and swollen.

There was blood on the floor, which was obviously unexpected.

When Jiang Yang cleaned it up, he saw a red strip in Yang Chaoyue's pants pocket with Yang Chaoyue's handwriting on it: "[I hope...]"

The following words are not visible.

Jiang Yang took them all out and found that the material of this red strip was the same as that of the wishing tree in Chao Yue's hometown.

It should be written first, and then hung on the wishing tree at the front door after Chaoyue and his father return.

Jiang Yang saw the complete message: [I hope my father lives to be a hundred years old, and that Jiang Yang and I grow old together. Even if I become a factory worker again, even if Jiang Yang has nothing, he will still have me, and I will keep earning money for him until we die. We will be happy. —2016, Yang Chaoyue, 18 years old]

Yang Chaoyue's handwriting is still the same.

It's crooked and twisted.

Every stroke of her pen looked as if it had been scratched by her big yellow dog.

It's not as nice as MaiMai's handwriting.

In private, Mai Mai is a typical Northeastern girl, but her handwriting is so beautiful that teachers wish they could give her extra points for neatness.

He turned his head to glance at Yang Chaoyue lying on the bed.

The small lamp on the bedside table was on, casting its light on her and softening her features.

Yang Chaoyue was sleeping soundly on her side, facing Jiang Yang, with her long eyelashes drooping and her cheeks still flushed.

It's gentler than the burning sensation of being drunk.

Her hair was spread messily on the pillow.

A few stray hairs clung to her cheeks and neck.

She was not wearing any clothes, and the thin blanket barely covered her chest, outlining the distinct cleavage on her chest.

Two slender, shapely, white legs were exposed outside the blanket, their skin delicate and smooth, their appearance languid and charming.

Take another look at the prayer written by Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang was deeply moved and muttered under his breath, "What nonsense are you writing? You won't be a factory girl anymore, and I won't be left with nothing. We'll both live to be a hundred."

What a wonderful leap forward!

They stir-fried Chaoyue again.

After Chaoyue fell asleep again, Jiangyang went to the hotel front desk and found a red strip of similar material.

Back in his room, he wrote: [I hope all my wishes for transcendence will come true. —Jiang Yang, 19 years old, 2016.]

Jiang Yang stuffed the red strip into Yang Chaoyue's trouser pocket.

I turned off the lights and snuggled into my warm, cozy bed.

I intended to kiss Chaoyue's forehead to fall asleep, but ended up kissing his lips, a kiss that deepened over time.

After waking Chaoyue up, he pressed down on her.

The next day.

Yang Chaoyue woke up groggily. Jiang Yang had already gone to the film set. He got out of bed and realized that he was not wearing anything.

My thighs are really sore.

The little girl's skin was swollen and in pain.

Clothes and pants were in disarray.

Yang Chaoyue washed his face and gradually came to his senses.

She didn't have any scenes to film these past few days, and worried about her father going home alone, so she took him there.

Yang Chaoyue took his father to the airport. After passing through security, they walked towards the waiting hall. The hazy memories of last night gradually came back to him.

She calls Yang Ge "Yangzai".

Yang Ge spanked me, pulled down my pants, and made me feel guilty.

I asked Yang Ge if we could have sex.

Yang agreed, and then...

"Yueyue, what happened to your leg? You're limping a bit?" Dad asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

"You need to take care of yourself, Yueyue. Don't eat boxed lunches on set. They're not nutritious. Go to Teacher Huang Lei's house to eat more often. Huang Lei is a very good cook, and his food is very nutritious..." Grandpa kept nagging.

Yang Chaoyue responded with "uh-huh" and "ah-ah," not paying attention to what his father was saying.

Because the answer I just gave my father was all made up.

Her limp was purely due to muscle pain, not from fatigue.

She was the one who put on the load last night, so she's not tired.

Yang Ge is the one who's exhausted.

three times!

Last night, Yang really fed her a billion.

Thinking of these things, Yang Chaoyue quickened his pace, afraid that his father would ask more questions.

He was also afraid that his father would emphasize again that he should eat more of Huang Lei's cooking.

It's her fault for drinking too much yesterday; she didn't even know when her father and Huang Lei started chatting.

That wretched Chef Huang.

You shouldn't drink too much alcohol.

Thinking back to last night, how arrogant she was in Jiang Yang's room, I felt incredibly ashamed.

Even Mai Mai isn't usually this arrogant.

As a result, they got attacked.

Thinking about Mai Mai yesterday, I get angry when I try to get her to drink, and I'm also angry at her for being so stupid. Mai Mai was drinking Wahaha, and when I suggested we drink some baijiu (Chinese liquor), she actually started drinking Moutai sip by sip.

They must have been drunk by then to fall for McDonald's trick.

We can't do that again. Moutai is so expensive; we should save it to sell for money.

Yang Chaoyue took out his phone and sent a message to Zhao Jinmai: [“It’s all your fault, fuck you.”]

[“What’s going on, Haochun? I didn’t curse Xiaojiang, how come you’re on Chaoyue’s account?”] Zhao Jinmai replied.

Yang Chaoyue typed: ["I am Chaoyue, and I want to curse you."]

"Are you crazy? You just curse at me, and you even wear Hao Chun's name. I haven't had enough sleep yet, I have to go home this afternoon, and I'm going to school tomorrow. I'm going to keep sleeping, I don't have time for you. When I wake up, I'll steal your money."

I saw Zhao Jinmai's reply.

Yang Chaoyue was about to curse when he suddenly realized, "Wait a minute, where's her money?!"

Didn't I throw money in Yang Ge's face last night? That money was meant for Dad. Where is it? When I woke up this morning, I saw there was no money on the ground.

She touched her pocket and realized that Jiang Yang had folded it neatly and stuffed it into her pants pocket.

There's also a new red slip inside.

It was already afternoon when I returned to my hometown of Yancheng.

Yang Chaoyue hung the two red strips she and Jiang Yang wrote on the wishing tree in front of her house.

They were next to each other.

A glance at Jiang Yang's red slip reads: "[I hope all my wishes for transcendence will come true.]"

I glanced at it again; on the red slip of paper was written: [I hope Jiang Yang and I will grow old together.]

"Yang is already nineteen years old. In another six months, Yang will be twenty."

Yang Chaoyue recalled that when he first met Jiang Yang, he thought Jiang Yang was thirty years old and called him "uncle," which he found quite funny.

I learned some Shanghai dialect for a while to deal with taxi drivers in Shanghai.

I don't know much.

I should practice when I have time. Maybe one day I can play a girl from Shanghai and use live audio for the dubbing.

Yang Chaoyue muttered, "I'm with Yang Chaoyue, I'm so happy!" (End of Chapter)