Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 110 was portrayed so realistically.
"Not bad," Huang Lei thought to himself.

A terrifying talent, and a serious attitude towards shaping the character.

Just by looking at Director Wang's demeanor, you can tell that the actors he brought in through his connections have given him a pleasant surprise.

If we can maintain this position, we have a very good chance of winning the role.

If Jiang Yang performs poorly, he will most likely leave him alone.

It seems that Jiang Yang is quite capable, and I need to help him out.

Doing a favor by letting Jiang Yang get more roles and creating more opportunities for him to shine.

"Zhang Xiaoyu, right?"

Huang Lei frowned, his eyelids taut, and glared at Jiang Yang: "I'm here today to demand an explanation. Do you know you're wrong?"

Jiang Yang looked up at him, his jaw tightening and his cheeks puffing out.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his shoulders still hunched inward.

He pretended to be tough and stared at Huang Lei for only a second, but then his eyes darted away, and he deliberately slowed his breathing to hide his panic.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his words of rebuttal, managing only to squeeze out a single sentence through clenched teeth: "Think what you want."

As he spoke, his lips twitched slightly with fear, while he forced himself to remain stern: "I admit, it was wrong of me to hit him."

Have you admitted your mistake?
Wang Jun's pupils dilated slightly, and his blinking frequency suddenly increased.

I was so engrossed in watching it when Jiang Yang, the character he was playing, suddenly admitted his mistake?
It shouldn't be.

The requirement he set for Zhang Xiaoyu was that he should never think he was wrong.

The stepmother, played by Zhao Jinmai, hasn't even appeared yet, and she's already apologizing. How is the rest of the story going to proceed?

How to express the emotions that follow?

I glanced at Huang Lei and realized that he was still immersed in the role of the parent of the student who was beaten and had not yet broken free from it.

Wang Jun then realized that there must be more to the story.

This was improvised.

He didn't trust Jiang Yang, but rather Huang Lei.

Huang Lei's shoulders slowly slumped down from their raised position.

His tense lips twitched unconsciously, then relaxed, and his chin receded slightly.

He rubbed his knuckles, which he had unconsciously clenched into a fist, and then loosened his fist.

The eyebrows changed from an inverted V-shape to slight frown lines.

He gently pressed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his mouth, his anger subsiding, and his tone softened: "It's good that you know you were wrong. We'll wait for your parents to come."

His body turned to one side, as if he wanted to escape, but his feet were rooted to the spot.

His gaze was lowered to the ground, his eyes quickly rolled upwards, and he glanced at Huang Lei: "It was wrong of me to hit someone, but I don't regret it. Your daughter, Duoduo, deserved to be hit."

The last half of the sentence was spoken in a short, breathy voice.

In the quiet audition room, it was just right so that everyone could hear it.

Huang Lei's lower eyelids twitched, his masseter muscles tightened, and his neck muscles bulged.

The anger was both acted out and real.

Because Jiang Yang's acting was so realistic.

It was as if his own daughter, Duoduo, was really Jiang Yang's classmate, and that Jiang Yang had actually hit Duoduo.

Previously, when acting alongside Hu Xianxu, I had to cooperate with Hu Xianxu in my performance.

Now, acting alongside Jiang Yang, all he had to do was go along with Jiang Yang's emotions, effortlessly uttering a curse: "You fucking..."

He suddenly widened his eyes, then narrowed them a second later, his eye sockets trembled slightly, and he stood up abruptly.

He pushed the single sofa he was sitting on to one side.

Wang Jun's gaze lingered between Jiang Yang and Huang Lei, and he leaned forward as he sat.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

It turns out that Zhang Xiaoyu, played by Jiang Yang, wasn't admitting his mistake.

He only verbally admitted his mistake, but he was still unconvinced in his heart.

The emotion is essentially still one of feeling wronged.

However, this feeling of grievance is not a flat emotion, but rather one that fluctuates.

“Yes, that’s the feeling.” Wang Jun slapped his thigh and muttered.

He didn't forget that he was playing the role of the head of student affairs.

He stood up and stopped Huang Lei: "Handle this calmly, handle this calmly."

Hear the words.

Huang Lei raised his hand to strike Jiang Yang, but stopped mid-air, instead grabbing his own hair.

He spoke in a very low voice, with a slight tremor: "Teacher, you have to give me an explanation!"

"Okay, okay, I'll handle it."

Wang Jun tried to smooth things over.

He sat back down, and this time, he didn't say that Huang Lei was stealing the spotlight.

Because Huang Lei's emotions were naturally stirred up by Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang is still the main character in this scene.

It's a pity we didn't have a photographer with equipment following us, otherwise we could have recorded it.

Once you've got the focus right, when you're actually filming this scene on set, just act out Jiang Yang and Huang Lei's current state.

“Zhang Xiaoyu, tell me, why did you hit someone’s daughter?” Wang Junchong said to Jiang Yang.

"She said my parents got divorced, my mother remarried, had a new family, and had new children..."

In the first half of the sentence, Jiang Yang's tone rose at the end, and his speaking speed gradually slowed down.

Keep the corners of your mouth down while speaking.

The lower lip trembled slightly, accompanied by a gentle sucking motion.
After a brief pause, Jiang Yang's neck stiffened, his fingers clenched into a fist, then relaxed, and he unconsciously picked at the seam of his pants.

Suddenly, her voice shifted to a breathy tone, becoming weak, as she uttered the second half of the sentence: "...She said my mother doesn't want me anymore."

After speaking, her eyes reddened, and tears glistened between her eyelashes.

Blink quickly to hold back your tears.

He stiffly raised his hand to scratch his forehead, awkwardly trying to hide the urge to wipe his eyes, his throat tightening.

“Actually, I don’t care whether my mother wants me or not, and I don’t care what others think of me, but when she said that, I just wanted to hit her.”

The deliberately raised volume concealed a sob that was about to burst forth.

Harsh words spoken are like boomerangs, hurting others first and then back at oneself.

The result of handling the situation calmly is that the injured person continues to be injured.

Wang Jun's eyes sparkled with surprise, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly, but he immediately pursed his lips to restrain himself.
At this moment, I shouldn't be laughing.

Otherwise, it would break Huang Lei's performance and Jiang Yang's performance.

Actually, he was just acting casually and didn't need to act very well, but the emotions Jiang Yang displayed made him reluctant to ruin the scene.

This is the feeling you want.

The burning sensation of being pointed at and gossiped about by classmates after my parents' divorce. The tinnitus of pretending not to hear relatives saying, "Your mother doesn't want you anymore."

They pretend not to see the empty spots in the family photo.

The short dialogue reveals the stinging pain of having one's family of origin trauma exposed.

And Jiang Yang's eyes, filled with fear of the head of teaching, fear of teachers, fear of the consequences of making mistakes, and longing for understanding.

Weak yet fighting.

If it were included in the main feature film, it would definitely resonate with the audience.

Yang Chaoyue, who was sitting at the very edge of the audition room, suddenly froze.

My gaze followed Jiang Yang's reactions and movements, gradually losing focus.

Yang Ge is not only playing Zhang Xiaoyu, but also herself.

I told Yang that the reason I broke my classmate's finger was because the classmate said his mother didn't want him anymore.

Yang Ge always remembered it.

Yang Chaoyue held his breath briefly, then unconsciously took a deep breath.

His body leaned slightly forward, and his fingers unconsciously curled up.

His brows furrowed briefly and then he forced them to relax.

I suddenly remembered my reaction when I felt wronged back then.

She shifted her gaze from Jiang Yang to the blank wall, recalling her past experiences.

Memories are like a videotape that's been rewound, the picture now in high definition.

I was called into the office and forced to admit my mistake.

They dare not deny their mistakes, but they are outwardly compliant but inwardly resentful.

At the time, everyone felt they were wrong. They thought the other person was just saying a few words to them, and they didn't need to get so angry.

No one is on my side.

When I got home, I didn't dare tell my father about it, for fear that he would feel guilty and blame himself.

She was still smiling as she chatted with her father about the funny things that happened at school.

Pretending not to feel wronged.

Pretend not to care.

The facade of respectability can become a trigger point in a certain detail.

Only Yang Ge stood by my side.

Yang Chaoyue clearly remembers that when he told Yang Ge about this, Yang Ge not only felt that he was not wrong, but even supported him in beating up the teacher who forced him to admit his mistake.

Yang Chaoyue's gaze returned to Jiang Yang, and he murmured softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "So Zhang Xiaoyu was like this too..."

The self who swallowed her grievances back then emerged from her memories and became Zhang Xiaoyu, played by Jiang Yang in the audition room.

When I reenacted that injustice for myself, I heard the defense that no one had spoken for me back then.

Was Yang Ge suffering for Zhang Xiaoyu, or for himself? Yang Chaoyue couldn't tell, and the inner corner of his eye reddened slightly.

The grievances of being misunderstood, the感动 of being seen, the bitterness that must be swallowed in the process of growing up.

I instinctively reached out to hand Yang a tissue, but then I stopped myself.

We mustn't disturb Brother Yang.

When they saw Jiang Yang raise his hand and scratch his forehead to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes.

She could no longer control herself.

She covered her lips, trying not to make a sound, and tears flowed silently.

My past self suddenly stands before me.

I'm not crying for Zhang Xiaoyu, nor for the grievances Jiang Yang portrayed; I'm crying for my past self.

On the journey of life, there are always some tears to shed for your past self.

Zhao Jinmai, who was originally memorizing her lines and was on edge, ready to go on stage at any moment, placed the script on her lap without anyone noticing.

My gaze followed Jiang Yang's movements.

I didn't experience what Zhang Xiaoyu, played by Jiang Yang, went through because my parents' marriage was intact.

My mother is very strict with me, but she also loves me.

Zhao Jinmai's lips twitched down as she looked at Jiang Yang's reddened eyes, which were brimming with tears, and her heart ached.

When his gaze shifted to Hu Lin beside him, his sorrowful eyes softened.

fortunately.

My own mother is still alive.

My mother loves me, even if that love is strict with me, it's for my own good.

Unconsciously, he grasped Hu Lin's hand.

While feeling sorry for others, secretly be grateful for your own happiness.

"Can't this child's parents really get divorced? Oh my god, this is too tragic! If they really get divorced, Huang Lei's daughter deserves a beating. What will happen to the child if his parents divorce? It will have a huge impact..." Hu Lin, immersed in Jiang Yang's performance, silently uttered a sentence in Northeastern dialect.

The next second, I felt my palm being gripped by a small hand.

Just by feeling the warmth, I knew it was my daughter's hand.

She frowned slightly, glanced at her daughter, then turned her head to look at Jiang Yang, who was standing there with his eyes downcast, staring at the floor, not daring to meet Wang Jun and Huang Lei's gaze. Jiang Yang stood there, leaning to one side, looking aggrieved yet stubborn.

They seemed to realize something.

His gaze returned to his daughter.

She gently squeezed her daughter's hand back, then stroked the back of her hand with her thumb, her lips curving into a soft smile: "Daughter, Mom is right here. Mom loves you."

That's what he said.

Sensing Zhao Jinmai's sadness, Hu Lin's brows still furrowed with a hint of heartache.

Looking into Zhao Jinmai's eyes for two seconds, he slowed down and softened his speech to ensure that Zhao Jinmai could hear him clearly without disturbing others: "Mom promises, Mom will always love you."

With a soft, almost whispered, "You know what?"

Zhao Jinmai's lips trembled slightly, and she nodded emphatically: "Yes, I know."

After speaking, she pursed her lips briefly, trying to suppress the tears that might well up in her eyes.

"You kid, you're a veteran actor, how come you still get emotional watching other people act? But seriously, Jiang Yang's acting is really good, so realistic! If you get bullied at school, don't be a coward, Mom will back you up!"

After saying that, he gently put his arm around Zhao Jinmai's waist, but didn't hug her tightly. Instead, he instinctively guided his daughter to lean towards him.

Holding Zhao Jinmai in his arms, he heard his daughter say, "Mom, can you promise me something?"

"Go ahead and say it, daughter. I'll do whatever you want."

"I want to play today, I don't want to do my homework."

"Come on, junior high is so crucial, not a single second can be wasted!"

Hu Lin urged, "Hurry up and memorize your lines, it'll be your turn to go on stage soon!"

(End of this chapter)