Chapter 603
Tsinghua and Peking Universities are vying for you, and you want to go to Beijing Film A
Whenever the topic of finishing work and going home comes up, Yang Chaoyue's face is full of smiles.
Liu Haochun turned off his phone screen.
I saw her expressionless face reflected in the dark screen.
Her parents never stopped giving her pocket money.
Of course, she couldn't compare to Zhou Ye and Ruth's wealthy families; from a young age, she was far more materially well-off than Chao Yue.
But in her home, you would never hear such gentle words.
Her parents were very strict with her, and she never heard them praise her growing up.
I ranked in the top ten in my grade, but all I got was, "Why didn't you get first place?"
Getting accepted into the Beijing Dance Academy should have been a joyous occasion.
But when they saw the college entrance exam score of less than 400, their faces fell.
I just called my mom to tell her that she's finished filming and is going home. As soon as we started talking about the college entrance exam, I heard her say, "With this score, you still have the nerve to go to the Beijing Dance Academy? Don't let her fail to graduate and waste all the money we spent on her."
I can imagine that when I go home this time, she will definitely give me another endless lecture.
The accusations hidden behind the guise of "it's for your own good".
Money, money, money is always on my mind.
And then there's that line: "No man is any good."
Like an invisible net, it wrapped her up, making it hard for her to breathe.
How wonderful it is to be a prodigy! Even if she doesn't get into a good school and her family isn't wealthy, she has her father's tolerance, a family atmosphere where she doesn't have to be careful, and the recognition and favor she can get without relying on grades or material things.
The airport announcement blared again, urging passengers to board.
Liu Haochun put away his phone and picked up the suitcase beside him.
The coolness of the lever traveled through my fingertips.
She followed the crowd toward the boarding gate, the noise around her gradually fading away.
The scene Yang Chaoyue described clearly appeared in her mind: under the dim light, the family was gathered around the kang (a heated brick bed), and her father picked up a piece of stewed pork ribs that were cooked until tender and said with a smile, "Ah, eat more, grow up."
Instead of saying, "I feed you so well, and you'll have to pay me back ten times the money I spend on you!"
I know that Chaoyue's parents are divorced.
I know that Chaoyue's family was so poor when he was a child that they couldn't even afford to go to school.
But the love that Chaoyue's parents had for her was a warmth she had never experienced and longed for.
……
Beiping.
The plane's landing gear touched the ground, causing a jolt, and the sound of the engines on both sides of the fuselage gradually subsided.
A low, humming sound rang out.
Zhao Lushi turned on her phone screen, and several unread messages popped up; they were from her father.
After recording the variety show "Mars", Chaoyue went straight to the airport.
She wanted to stay in Changsha with Chaoyue for one night, but Chaoyue refused.
I just want to get back to my hometown of Yancheng as soon as possible; they say there are still flights available.
Enraged, she blurted out a curse: "Damn it, Yang Chaoyue, why are you so eager to go home? Is your hometown of Yancheng that attractive to you?"
“My parents are in my hometown, and my sister is there too.”
"Am I more important, or your family?"
At the hotel entrance, Yang Chaoyue, dragging his suitcase, looked at Zhao Lushi as if she were an idiot: "Lushi, what do you have to compare with my family?"
Zhao Lushi remained silent.
She silently transferred 1,000 yuan to Yang Chaoyue.
Yang Chaoyue immediately hugged Zhao Lushi: "Ruth, from today onwards, you are my family!"
“Let’s stay another night and do some sightseeing. It’s my first time in Changsha. Anyway, Jiang Yang and I are going to Beiping tomorrow, so let’s go to the airport together,” Zhao Lushi said with a smile.
Yang Chaoyue continued, "From now on, you will change your surname to Yang and your name to Yang Lusi!"
Zhao Lushi said with a stern face: "Hey, get lost, go back to your hometown. You can't keep people here once it's time."
That evening, I strolled around Changsha with Jiang Yang.
The night in Changsha was more lively than I had imagined, with the air filled with the aroma of chili peppers and the smell of sugar and oil.
Zhao Lushi still remembers how, last night, the lights on the food stalls in the night market came on one by one, and the vendors shouted, "Sweet glutinous rice cakes, stinky tofu..."
Jiang Yang walked beside her, his pace slowing down as he asked, "What would you like to eat?"
Although I signed with Jiang Yang's company.
I've recorded a variety show with Jiang Yang.
But in the end, he was not as familiar with Jiangyang as Chaoyue was.
Because I spend very little time with Jiang Yang.
Sit down at the stinky tofu stall, and authentic Changsha stinky tofu will be served.
The dark tofu puffs floated in a bright red broth, sprinkled with scallions and cilantro. One bite revealed a crispy exterior and tender interior, with the spicy broth exploding on the tongue, making Zhao Lushi gasp for breath from the heat.
Jiang Yang handed her a bottle of iced cola: "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
"Are you chatting with Bailu? I see you've been playing on your phone the whole time."
"Bai Lu? Who dares to talk to her too much? It's Huang Lei. I have to go to Beiping tomorrow. The admissions offices of Tsinghua and Peking Universities have already come to my house. I happen to have some free time now, so I'll go directly to Tsinghua and Peking Universities. I can't keep them waiting for me at my house, that would be too much."
"Can I take you with me?" She took a breath and nodded.
"Aren't you going back to Taiwan? Your leave expires tomorrow, doesn't it?"
"What's the big deal? I'll go with you to broaden my horizons. I've never been to Tsinghua or Peking University! Anyway, if you don't take me, I'll scold you."
"Okay, okay, I'll take you there."
It was almost 10 o'clock when we got back to the hotel.
Jiang Yang escorted her to her room and said, "Get some rest. We'll leave early tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.
There were no unnecessary words or actions.
Zhao Lushi pushed open the door, and outside the window was the night view of Changsha, with neon lights flashing in the distance.
After washing up and lying in bed, Zhao Lushi stared blankly at her phone screen, a few unrealistic thoughts suddenly popping into her mind.
When a man and a woman stay in the same hotel, something is bound to happen, right? Those youth novels and the TV dramas that are frequently popular in Taiwan all follow this formula.
She imagined that if Jiang Yang came to knock on her door and tried to touch her inappropriately, she would definitely fly into a rage immediately, and might even slap him.
Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
I kept my eyes open until the middle of the night, when finally sleepiness came over me.
When Zhao Lushi realized the plane was about to stop on the runway and the passengers were starting to get restless, she snapped out of her daze and stopped thinking about it.
Someone unbuckled their seatbelt and reached for the overhead luggage rack.
A passenger in the back muttered, "That's just how the weather is in Beiping. As soon as you land, you can feel a wave of hot air."
The sunlight outside the window was at its brightest.
Summer in Beiping was already scorching hot.
Looking out the porthole, the planes on the tarmac were neatly arranged, their silver-gray fuselages gleaming in the sunlight. In the distance, the terminal building was a simple white structure, and ground staff in orange vests hurried by pushing luggage carts.
The plane's landing gear touched the ground gently.
After a slight jolt, the engine noise on both sides of the fuselage gradually weakened, eventually turning into a deep hum.
She glanced around the cabin.
The passengers were starting to get restless, with some rushing to unbuckle their seatbelts and reach for the overhead luggage racks.
Turning to look beside him, Jiang Yang was still asleep.
She wore a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, the fabric of which was soft after washing, and light gray casual shorts with the cuffs casually bunched up above her knees.
He wore a pair of white sneakers with the shoelaces loosely tied in a knot, exuding the carefree and relaxed feeling of a young man.
Her hair wasn't very long.
The stray hairs on her forehead were slightly lifted by the air conditioning in the cabin.
Sunlight streamed through the porthole and fell obliquely on his face.
The jawline is clearly defined, and the eyelashes are long.
"Chao Yue really knows Jiang Yang well," Zhao Lushi thought to herself, gently shaking his arm. "He fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane and hasn't woken up yet."
Jiang Yang's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still a little dazed.
He raised his hand and rubbed his face.
Her voice was hoarse from just waking up: "Have we arrived, Ruth?"
"We've arrived in Beiping!" Zhao Lushi couldn't contain her curiosity. "Jiang Yang, should we go to Tsinghua University or Peking University first?"
Jiang Yang didn't rush to answer.
He yawned and stretched.
I'll definitely go to Tsinghua or Peking University; it's just a matter of etiquette, since their admissions officers have already come to my home.
But you have to go to another prestigious school first.
He replied lazily, "I'm not going anywhere else, I'm going to Beijing Film Academy."
"Huh?" Zhao Lushi thought she had misheard. "What did you say? Go to Beijing Film Academy? You don't mean you're thinking of getting into Beijing Film Academy, do you?"
"What's wrong?"
"Are you crazy?! You're the top scorer in the college entrance exam! Tsinghua and Peking Universities are fighting over you, and you're going to apply to Beijing Film Academy?! Does Beijing Film Academy even deserve you?! No way, I don't agree!"
Jiang Yang slowly stood up and reached for the overhead luggage rack.
He had gotten to know Ruth quite well.
When your mouth is dirty, it's really dirty.
When they are obedient, they are truly obedient.
As long as you don't cross Ruth's bottom line, Ruth is like a curious child, obedient and sensible: "You disagree? Who do you think you are? Who's the boss here?"
Zhao Lushi was speechless.
indeed.
This wasn't an arrangement Jiang Yang made for her; it was Jiang Yang's own choice.
She has no right to interfere.
He patted her arm: "Grab your luggage, let's go."
Jiang Yang continued, "You only have one task in a moment, which is that if Huang Lei tries to bargain with me... well, I guess you wouldn't understand, anyway, just watch carefully, if I give you a look, you curse Huang Lei, understand?!"
“No, I won’t swear, I’m a good girl,” Zhao Lushi said immediately.
"Zhao Lushi is an idiot."
"You motherfucker, you're the idiot! Your whole family are idiots! Your mother is an idiot, your father is an idiot, your sister Jiang Yueyue is an idiot, and all the artists your company signed are idiots!!" Zhao Lushi immediately started ranting.
Jiang Yang was relieved.
Having experienced Zhao Lushi's stress response, Jiang Yang had a clear understanding of her abilities.
"That's it, Mom, keep it up."
Upon hearing this...
Zhao Lushi was stunned for a moment, cursed, and quickly followed.
She was told to be polite before going on the show.
As soon as the show ends, she has to go all out.
Why is Jiangyang causing so much trouble?
However, I have to say, it's pretty cool to have a chance to openly and honestly curse someone... Wait, the person I'm going to curse in a bit is Huang Lei?
Zhao Lushi finally realized what was happening.
With only one thought in mind, he realized that Huang Lei had come to pick up Jiang Yang from the airport.
"Jiang Yang, what exactly are you trying to do? Why don't you tell me anything?"
"Who would dare tell you? I saw you chatting with the paparazzi this morning. Who knows if you can keep your mouth shut? If you were Hao Chun, you would definitely tell you clearly."
As the hatch opened, a thick stream of heat rushed in.
It carries the unique scent of Beiping, a mixture of dust and vegetation.
Unlike the humid city of Chongqing, it is dry enough to make you feel the weight of summer.
The flight attendant pushed the service cart across the aisle and gently reminded passengers, "Please take your belongings with you and disembark in an orderly manner."
Jiang Yang took out his phone and received a message from Huang Lei:
[“Xiao Jiang, have you arrived? I’m at the arrivals gate. Let’s have lunch first. If you want to work in another industry, our Beijing Film Academy certainly can’t compare to Tsinghua or Peking University, but if you want to work in the entertainment industry, we can definitely offer you the best terms. Not to mention, we’ll take you to meet the principal.”] (End of Chapter)