Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 103 The adult you desperately want to become is the one who killed your childhood.

Chapter 103 The adult you desperately want to become is the one who killed your childhood.

Hearing Zhao Jinmai's thick Northeastern accent, Jiang Yang knew he couldn't keep up the act.

Overall, it was a great success.

Who would have thought that Zhao Jinmai would borrow his phone to play, send him messages, and even help him log into his QQ account afterward?

Otherwise, it shouldn't have been noticed.

Jiang Yang switched back to his own voice: "I shouldn't have lent you my phone to play with."

"Your voice sounds great. The way you spoke just now was really annoying, just like those kids in my class going through puberty."

“If you speak with a Northeastern accent again, your mother will hear you and you’ll get a beating.”

Zhao Jinmai is a sweet and well-behaved girl, and she speaks with a distinct Northeastern accent.

“My mom isn’t here, so nobody can control me. I can speak Mandarin if I want, or I can speak my hometown dialect if I want,” Zhao Jinmai laughed heartily.

It's not a fake smile that shows your upper teeth, but a genuine, happy smile from the heart.

The persona is a costume worn for outsiders to see; once you take it off, that's your true self.

The true self is hidden in the dialect spoken in front of the camera.

Zhao Jinmai herself never expected that she would find her most familiar self again with a stranger she had only known for a short time.

She continued, "You're not from Northeast China, so don't try to imitate my Northeastern accent. That's not how you say 'ai xiao' (挨削). You have to pronounce 'ai' (挨) short and abruptly, and 'xiao' (削) with an upward inflection. You can't get that flavor out of your mouth. Outsiders can't learn it."

Zhao Jinmai was noticeably more relaxed.

My mom isn't here.

The only boy was the friend who helped me play games at McDonald's a few days ago, right under my mom's nose.

You can show your true self to the other person.

Relaxed, free, and comfortable.

The drowsiness caused by staying up late was relieved quite a bit.

If there were any outsiders present, I wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

"Stop laughing, I'm putting on your makeup."

Jiang Yang gently patted the concealer off Zhao Jinmai's face with a makeup sponge: "You stayed up late playing computer games last night, didn't you, daughter?"

"How do you know it?"

"I can guess what you're doing that keeps you up all night, unless your mom's watching you, it's definitely playing games."

"Haha, you're absolutely right."

The games you secretly play late at night are more enjoyable than those you complete openly.

Zhao Jinmai smiled, then suddenly raised an eyebrow: "You call me daughter? Come on, that's terrifying. I don't want another mother to control me."

"Okay, little star," Jiang Yang changed his tune.

Little star?
Upon hearing this term, Zhao Jinmai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her shoulders relaxed naturally: "The title 'little star' isn't bad, hehe, I have no objection to being called that behind my back."

She's just an actress now.

His starting point may be higher than most actors, and he also debuted earlier than most actors.

She debuted as a child star.

At my age, there are probably not many peers who have more acting experience than me.

But he's just an actor; he can't really be called a star.

Many people in the industry know him.

Walking down the street, not many people recognize me.

Mom seems to really want to become a star.

If I really manage to do that, my mother shouldn't control me anymore, and I'll be able to manage my life freely.

At the same time, I have not let my mother down after all these years of dedication to me.

She wanted to break free from her mother's control, but she also felt sorry for all the sacrifices her mother had made for her over the years.

The price of freedom is cutting the string that tethers you to yourself.

The adults we desperately try to become are the ones who kill our own childhood.

Wanting to become a big star, yearning to be seen by the whole world, yet afraid of being seen through by those closest to you.

Zhao Jinmai looked at herself in the mirror: "I never imagined you were a makeup assistant, and you even know how to do makeup. If I had your skills, I could secretly stay up late playing games and then get up early to do my makeup, and my mom wouldn't even be able to tell!"

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Yeah!"

It's time to exploit her attributes. Jiang Yang stopped applying makeup to Zhao Jinmai and pointed to the cosmetics on the table: "Do you know what these functions are?"

"I don't know, my mom has a lot of them, and she won't let me touch them, saying that kids shouldn't mess with adults' things."

Zhao Jinmai doesn't even know the purpose of each cosmetic product.
There are many attributes that can be exploited.

Jiang Yang learned his makeup skills from Yang Chaoyue.

She was most skilled at creating makeup and costumes for beggars.

I just did Zhao Jinmai's makeup; it was a basic look, something I can do myself.

But for something a bit more challenging, you need to cover up imperfections while still achieving a flawless, natural-looking makeup look.

The eye socket cutting line requires precise and symmetrical cuts in a Western-style makeup look.

And the "yandere" makeup style, which balances fragility and sophistication.

Jiang Yang wasn't sure how to pull off these makeup looks.

Makeup is crucial for actors.

Not only can it make one more in line with the character's age and identity, but it can also correct facial imperfections, adjust facial contours, and convey emotions.

There are too many cases of actors having makeup mishaps.

Jin Cheng and Yang Zi have both suffered losses in this regard.

If you master your makeup skills to the fullest, you'll be your own best makeup artist on set.

"By the way, what's your name?" Zhao Jinmai suddenly asked.

"My name is Jiang Yang."

"This name is too ordinary; it doesn't suit you."

"Then what should my name be?"

"You should change your name to Jiang Zang'ai or Jiang Lengshao, and dye your hair yellow, then you'll really have a different vibe."

"Did you see my posts on my social media? Those were all things I posted when I was young and didn't know any better, they don't count. Besides, being a 'Shamate' isn't a stain on your aesthetic sense, it's an epitaph for your youth."

Why does everyone have to help them recall that unconventional era?

Just think about it in private.

It's so embarrassing to have someone else help you remember.

Jiang Yang was too lazy to tease Zhao Jin any further and seized the opportunity to exploit her charm: "Which of these cosmetics do you want to know the effect of?"

"What the hell is this?"

"A color-correcting concealer palette, used to correct bluish-black and brown under-eye circles, to be used with a concealer pen."

"what about this?"

"A moisturizing primer is used to fill in pores and moisturize the skin; it's usually used when applying foundation."

Zhao Jinmai listened very attentively.

Normally, no one teaches me these things.

I had asked makeup artists for advice before on other film sets, but my mother wouldn't let me learn or let the makeup artists teach me.

I've wanted to wear makeup like an adult for a long time, to make myself look like an adult.

Because I envy adults who can freely control their own lives.

Foundation can cover dark circles, but it can't hide the weariness of being forced to grow up.

Sometimes I feel like makeup brushes are magic wands, turning a child into an adult in just ten minutes.

Jiang Yang first explained the function of each cosmetic product to Zhao Jinmai.

Next, we will explain its function.

It was obvious that Zhao Jinmai's learning efficiency was higher than Yang Chaoyue's: "I think I understand now, Jiang Yang, what he means is..."

Jiang Yang interrupted, "Call me brother."

"No problem, Brother Jiang Yang."

When the conversation turned to topics that interested her, Zhao Jinmai showed no intention of joking around with Jiang Yang; her tone was serious.

"So you mean, give me this kind of emergency makeup for staying up all night, the key is to cover up dark circles, the rest can be done casually, make the whole face look dewy, don't put any glittery stuff on it?"

"Yes, this kind of skin treatment makes the skin look like it just woke up, rather than like it was forced to work after staying up all night."

[Under your care, Zhao Jinmai's makeup skills have improved. You have received feedback, and your makeup skill level has increased by 1.]

(End of this chapter)

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