Tong Yue and Lu Zhengzheng both breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.
They had discussed this topic before, but it always ended unpleasantly.
After all, there is a fundamental difference between having the opportunity to attend university but not being able to, and not being accepted into university at all.
Jiang Lingxi fell into the former category, which was the most regrettable.
Lu Zhengzheng swallowed the watermelon in her mouth and couldn’t help but cheer, "Great!"
As soon as she said this, she met the somewhat dangerous gaze of Xixi.
She belatedly looked at the now empty plate in front of her; in her nervousness, she had eaten all the fruit prepared for Xixi!
"I’ll go cut more, a large plate this time. Xixi, just wait a moment!" Saying this, she fled with the plate.
Tong Yue watched her run off with a smile and patted Jiang Lingxi’s hand, her tone full of comfort, "It’s great you’ve figured things out."
An agent and artist are always a team, whether for work or the personal feelings developed over time, she hoped her artist would do better and better.
If the artist was willing to take her advice, that would be even better!
At least at that moment, Tong Yue felt her dedication to work had reached a peak.
But soon, the artist she was pleased with pointed to a day on the schedule, "I hope this day can be free."
Tong Yue followed Jiang Lingxi’s finger to a day already scheduled for an acting class, "Is there a personal commitment on that day? The acting coach’s time is pretty tight, and once booked, charges by the hour. If there’s nothing important, I’d suggest it’s best to..."
"This day my brother gets out, and my mother wants us as a family to pick him up."
Tong Yue instantly stopped speaking.
After a moment of silence, she said, "Then I’ll explain to the teacher, see if we can cancel that day’s class."
"Thank you, Tong Jie."
Tong Yue patted Jiang Lingxi’s shoulder, "Technically, I shouldn’t interfere in your family affairs, but this matter about your brother will have some impact on you too. I won’t hide it from you, there are attacks on the internet about this. Once your brother is out, if he wants to go back to school, I can help pull some strings."
Jiang Lingxi knew that young people in their twenties nowadays are mostly still in school, let alone Jiang Lingxu who is only sixteen or seventeen, still in high school.
Unlike in ancient times where at sixteen or seventeen, one could marry, have children, and work to support a family, at his age, no one would hire him even if he wanted a job.
If he doesn’t want to idle away at home, then going to school is the only option.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lingxi couldn’t help but recall the last visit where she looked at the boy through a glass window.
He seemed a little dejected and world-weary, but his eyes told a different story.
The boy’s eyes held defiance and discontent, with a hint of longing and a faint glow. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꜰire.net
Presumably, even after coming out, he wouldn’t be content with idling away at home and avoiding reality.
But if by mistake, Jiang Lingxu really wanted to idle away, it would depend on whether his sister’s fists allowed it.
"No problem, since I know your family’s difficulties, I’ll help if I can."
Lu Zhengzheng came in, running with a freshly cut plate of fruit, placed it on the coffee table in front of Jiang Lingxi, then turned to grab the tablet, searched for "Drunken Song," placed it on the stand on the coffee table, adjusted the angle, and asked, "Xixi, is the volume and brightness okay?"
"Hehe, just trying to provide good service, let me know if you need anything."
Jiang Lingxi gestured for her to sit down and started watching "Drunken Song" with the fruits.
Tong Yue, seeing this, picked up her phone and quietly stepped out to communicate with the acting teacher they had booked.
Two hours passed quietly after finishing a movie.
Jiang Lingxi turned her head, helplessly looking at Lu Zhengzheng, who was holding tissues, sobbing with red eyes, still sniffling.
Even if it’s a tragedy, there’s no need to get so caught up in it.
"Is this your first time watching?"
Lu Zhengzheng shook her head, replying with sobs, "No, this is my third time, the first two were in the cinema, but it still made me cry a lot." After pulling out another tissue to blow her nose, she looked at Jiang Lingxi, who remained as calm as ever, in astonishment, "Xixi, you didn’t cry at all!"
"Not really, I remember when I first watched it in the cinema, towards the end, the whole place was filled with crying sounds, the cinema even provided tissues at every seat because people would wipe tears and snot everywhere. But you didn’t cry at all from start to finish!"
To her, this was already unbelievable!
Jiang Lingxi rubbed her forehead and simply turned off the film.
"Drunken Song" depicts a heroic tale of selfless sacrifice for the nation, indeed a grand tragic story. The rare thing is that the director successfully captured a depth of sorrow that evokes empathy, immersing the audience and allowing them to feel the intended emotions.
But the thing is, she had already experienced more poignant tragedies.
To move her to tears, this wasn’t enough!
"Indeed, it’s quite tragic and moving."
Jiang Lingxi raised her hand to cover Lu Zhengzheng’s mouth, "Alright, hush. Are there any other types of films by this director?"
Just as one can’t judge a person by a single aspect, a director’s work must be viewed from multiple angles for a more comprehensive judgment.
Lu Zhengzheng wiped her tears, took the tablet, and diligently searched again, "There’s a martial arts film, but it was made three years ago. It’s just this director isn’t very prolific, Tong Jie said he prefers crafting slowly, not releasing anything until it’s perfected."
"Then let’s watch that one."
Tong Yue, having finished her work, came back to see the two engrossed in watching a movie together. Smiling knowingly, she left without disturbing them.
She thought Jiang Lingxi wanted to learn from the director’s previous works, not realizing Jiang Lingxi’s actual intention was to understand the filmmaker better through his films, given she couldn’t meet him in person, adopting this indirect method was her only way.
It was simply a pleasant misunderstanding.
Xu Ling’an bicycled to the hospital to have lunch with her grandmother.
Upon entering, she saw the elderly woman with her reading glasses, looking intently at her phone, not even noticing her arrival.
"Grandma, what are you watching that you don’t even notice your precious granddaughter?"
Gao Lan finally lifted her eyes from the small phone screen, gesturing for her granddaughter to come closer, "An’an, come here. Look, is this the sister who brought you to the hospital yesterday?"