Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 180 Liu Haochun atones for his parents' sins
Jiang Yang returned to the East Hotel from the film set late at night.

After taking a shower and lying in bed, I received a message from Tian Xiwei: "Are you asleep?"
[“I just got into bed, are you still awake?”] Jiang Yang replied.

[“I can’t sleep. In the train carriage, I don’t know which compartment, someone keeps playing songs, and they’re those rap songs. It’s so noisy. They’re singing things like ‘Jianghu,’ ‘Beauty,’ ‘City of Beauty,’ ‘Warrior,’ and I don’t know what the lyrics mean. It sounds like rap songs from Northeast China.”] Tian Xi sent a message.

[“The martial arts world is like a KTV, a nightclub, and a bathhouse; beautiful women are like hostesses, stunning beauties are like top-tier escorts, and warriors are like security guards.”]
Jiang Yang's message was sent.

After a dozen seconds, Tian Xiwei replied: [“I see, I think I understand now, that’s interesting.”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“I’m not chatting anymore, I’m going to sleep.”]
[“Let’s talk again. What does ‘a lifetime of military service’ mean? Please translate it.”]
"I've always worked as a security guard."
"And what about half a lifetime of military service?"
"I used to work as a security guard."
"Youthful arrogance?"
"He's been in a juvenile detention center."
"To make a name for oneself?"
"They injured someone."
"They'll be remembered for all time."
"He served time in prison."
Tian Xiwei seemed to understand something and was greatly shocked.

Listening again to the northern-style shouting music playing from some compartment in the carriage, I understood a bit more: ["Jiang Yang, how do you even know this?"]
Jiang Yang replied: [“Zhao Jinmai taught her that. She’s from the North. Have you forgotten her Balala the Fairies look? Pure punk.”]
Tian Xiwei then asked, "[What does 'love threads' mean?]"
"Pimping in Chang."
["So cutting off emotional ties means giving up prostitution?"]
"I've learned to apply what I've learned to other situations."
Jiang Yang carefully reviewed the script for his filming over the next week.

Read through the entire story to gain a macro-level understanding of your character's position and role in the whole story, and to understand how the character's actions are integrated into the overall plot structure.

No carelessness is allowed.

Even though I already knew the main plot.

We also need to sort out the relationships between the characters and draw a character relationship diagram.

Analyze the character's background, personality traits, goals and motivations, and role transformation.

Thorough research into these topics will greatly improve efficiency during filming.

If we work quickly, we can finish filming very soon.

With enough acting skills, filming time is saved.

An hour later, I received a message from Tian Xiwei: [“Jiang Yang, I’ve almost finished researching Northern-style shout-rap songs. I might even be better than you now.”]
Jiang Yang's lips twitched slightly.

While he was studying the script, Tian Xiwei started researching rap?

Tian Xiwei sent another message: ["Be bold, kiss me if you don't understand anything."]
The message was sent and then immediately retracted.

Another similar new message has appeared, changing "kiss me" to "ask me".

Jiang Yang sent a message: [“What does ‘rushing into a rage’ mean?”]
"Falling in love with Miss."
"What if I betray the world?"
"He married the young lady."
"The former king?"
"Jiang Yang, a released prisoner... am I better than you in this area?" Tian Xiwei replied.

Jiang Yang typed: ["You're amazing, I can't beat you."]
["Haha, finally I have one area where I can surpass you... Goodnight, goodnight."]
The next day.

Jiang Yang went to the elevator early, had breakfast on the first floor, and then got into the business car outside.

Jiang Yang received a message from Zhao Jinmai in the QQ group "[Three Scoundrels]" on his mobile phone. He glanced out the window casually and opened the group message.

It was a voice message sent by Zhao Jinmai.

She said she was about to board a flight, that she came alone, that her mother hadn't come with her, and that Jiang Yang would pick her up after she landed.

Jiang Yang did not reply immediately.

His attention was focused on the notification message that the system had just sent.

[Potential nurturing partner discovered: Liu Haochun. Should we bind?]

Jiang Yang turned off his phone screen and looked around the car.

Liu Haochun is not in the van.

Suddenly I realized something.

Based on current patterns, the conditions for triggering the Little Flower binding need to be within one's sight.

It can't be through a phone screen or a TV screen; it needs to be in the real world.

Did I just see Liu Haochun?
when?
Jiang Yang turned his head to look out the window again; outside was the East Hotel.

The hotel's exterior is mainly made of concrete and partial glass curtain walls. Near the edge, there is a glass sunroom attached to the hotel, which serves as the hotel's dance studio.

Through the glass, you can see a girl in a light pink leotard stretching her legs in front of the barre.

Wear a safety pin on your chest to prevent accidental exposure during large movements.

There is a red mark on the left temple from being hit with a ruler.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged woman with her hair tied up, wearing a black high-necked cashmere sweater and dark blue straight-leg women's suit pants, holding a ruler in her hand.

Jiang Yang knew what was going on.

Yang Chaoyue takes the high-speed train in the afternoon, Zhao Jinmai takes the flight in the morning, and Tian Xiwei won't arrive in Beiping until almost evening.
Opportunity to exploit attributes.

Even if I teach Tian Xiwei to dance, I might not be able to extract any attributes from her, because my current dance level isn't much higher than hers.

What if Liu Haochun were to teach Yang Chaoyue, Zhao Jinmai, and Tian Xiwei at the same time?

Can I get any attributes by just watching from the sidelines?
Give it a try.

Lü Shujuan did not notice the commercial vehicle outside.

She glanced around the dance studio to make sure the door was closed and no one else was inside before she spoke: "Haochun, back in your hometown when you were in junior high, didn't your mother teach you this? When you're doing leg stretches, you have to look a little softer in your eyes. Boys all like that pitiful look. You've been studying at the Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School for three years now, how come you've forgotten it all?"

Liu Haochun's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she remained silent.

His eyes were firm.

My father used to be a staff member of the Animal Husbandry Bureau. After leaving his job, he started a cosmetics consulting company and a beauty trading company. He was very successful and always greeted outsiders with a smile.

Back home, I rarely see my father smile at me.

The sentence I heard most often was: "If your mother weren't beautiful, I wouldn't have married her in the first place."

I was in elementary school at the time and didn't understand what my father meant by those words.

The book says that two people get married because of love, not because of beauty.

I've seen many photos of my mothers when they were young, and they were much prettier than I am.

As I get older, I run a dance studio in my hometown.

The crow's feet and nasolabial folds are getting deeper.

She is no longer as beautiful as she once was.

Once, after my parents had a fight, my father slammed the door and left. My mother came to my room, cried, and hugged me, saying, "Men only care about looks. Feelings are all superficial. Money and power are what really matter."

At the time, I didn't understand what it meant either.

I just instinctively believe that what my parents say must be correct.

I witnessed my parents scheming against each other from a young age.

They believe that love is equivalent to a transaction.

Even if they don't know what love is.

Intimate relationships are merely tools for obtaining benefits.

She habitually tries to please men, but inwardly she deeply dislikes dependence.

Feelings can be faked, but money must be taken.

I often eavesdropped behind the door when my parents argued.

I don't understand why two people who clearly love each other before marriage would go to such lengths to say the cruelest things to each other.

If it weren't for their intertwined interests, they probably would have divorced long ago.

As I grew up, I had no desire for marriage, only fear.

The moment Liu Haochun saw his mother raise the ruler, he instinctively reached out to cover his face.

The ruler marks the temples, and the views on marriage are etched into the spinal cord.

The most painful wounds were inflicted by my mother, and the most hurtful words were taught by my father.

The knee bends uncontrollably, then straightens immediately.

He swallowed a sob, his throat bobbing, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she forced them back.

Because she knew that if she cried, the punishment would be even more severe.

Lu Shujuan's tone softened immediately: "Did it hurt? Mom didn't mean it. Mom was also hurt."

"Mom, it doesn't hurt. I don't blame you," Liu Haochun said in a breathy voice.

Doesn't it really hurt?
I just don't dare to say it.

Because she knew that if she spoke up, her mother would scold her: "Don't be dramatic, other people's children have it much worse than yours."

Leg stretches should be supple, and eyes should be alluring—these were survival guidelines my mother gave me.

Transform the vulnerability that men love to see into your strongest armor.

The pitiful figure in the mirror is a meticulously designed cage.

When trading becomes instinctive, innocence becomes a luxury of acting.

I've long forgotten what I'm really like.

"Take a break, stop practicing."

I saw my mother turn around and go to the water dispenser to get water.

Liu Haochun suddenly collapsed to the ground, his fingers touching the water stains on the floor mat.

I thought it was sweat, but when I looked down I realized it was tears.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she immediately wiped away her tears with her knee pads.

From a young age, they are instilled with the idea that their own value determines how many high-quality men they can attract.

Gaining attention through softness is a natural advantage for women.

I rarely receive praise from my parents unless I am of value to them, such as getting first place in an exam or winning an award in a competition.

He took the water glass from Lü Shujuan and drank it all in one gulp.

I'm increasingly realizing that the more outstanding I am, the more my parents will love me.

Certificates of merit are the currency that brings smiles to parents' faces, while failure is the reason for losing their love.

If you get 98 points, all you'll get when you get home is the question of how you lost those 2 points.

Parents love themselves, but they love the better version of themselves even more.

The mother wanted to replicate herself, forgetting that the replica would also feel pain.

“I can’t stay here with you for more than a few days. There’s a lot going on at the dance studio at home. I heard that the actors from ‘A Little Reunion’ are staying at this hotel. Why don’t you take a trip to the gym when you have some free time? You might run into Huang Lei or Hai Qing…”

The cell phone rings.

It was a call from the teaching assistant at the dance studio back home.

After a few words, Lü Shujuan's tone suddenly became hesitant. She frowned and slowly said, "Tingting isn't fully recovered yet? She used too much force that time, and the teacher chased her away long ago... Let's wait for the second trial."

The phone hangs up.

Liu Haochun looked at the deep frown lines on his mother's brow and said, "Mom, pay up."

"What do you know, you little kid?"

"I'm all grown up now, I understand, I'll just pay whatever compensation is due."

When Liu Haochun returned home for the Chinese New Year this year, the other party's family came to his door, and that's when he found out about the matter.

Back then, I came to Beiping alone to study at the affiliated middle school of Beijing Dance Academy. Two months later, at the dance art school run by my parents in my hometown, a six-year-old girl named Tingting fell while doing a backbend. She experienced numbness in her legs and back pain. After being treated at several hospitals, she was diagnosed with spinal cord injury, a spinal cord dislocation injury without fractures, and complete paralysis of both lower limbs.

Level 1 disability.

They will need lifelong care from others.

As the school's operators and actual investors, the parents bear 70% of the responsibility and are required to pay a total of 106 million yuan in compensation.

My parents can't come up with that much money, so they keep putting it off.

Liu Haochun knew that if he really wanted to take it, he could.

You can sell the house.

Mortgage loans are available.

"Mom, let's just pay it back. I can earn the money later. Don't bother with lawsuits."

"You're so young, you don't understand anything."

Lü Shujuan stood up: "If we lose the money, how will we support your education?"

Liu Haochun lowered her head and bit her lower lip.

Tingting's matter has been weighing on my mind.

I dare not condemn my parents, for I would be accused of being unfilial, and I cannot bring myself to support them in my conscience.

"I don't want to dance while sucking other people's blood..."

Liu Haochun's words were stuck in his throat, but he finally managed to say them.

Snapped!
A resounding slap echoed in the dance studio.

Below the red ruler mark on Liu Haochun's left temple was an even redder handprint.

My eyes were red-rimmed, and my vision became blurred.

The words of her mother's scolding became disordered.

Deafness gradually faded.

All I heard was my mother slamming the door as she left, saying angrily, "Go earn your own money if you're capable! You've never suffered, you don't know anything! If you're so capable, from now on, don't ask us for money!"

I know my mother was saying it in anger, but it was also the truth.

money.

Ultimately, it all comes down to money.

If I have money, I can pay off my parents' debts.

If you have money, you can make up for the mistakes your parents made.

Parents raised me, and I will atone for their sins.

I don't want my parents' stains to become a birthmark I can never wash away.

Unfortunately, I'm currently just an art student, and not only do I lack the ability to earn money, I even need to ask my parents for living expenses.

My mother taught me to count beats, but not to count my conscience.

He stretches his legs before the barre and bows before fate.

The most perfect backbend is bowing to reality.

Jiang Yang took the elevator to the third floor.

As soon as I stepped out, I saw a woman wearing a turtleneck sweater walking towards me on a short-pile carpet.

She bears a five or six-point resemblance to Liu Haochun.

You can tell she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

His brows were still furrowed, his lips were downturned, and his eyes looked slightly tired. His anger hadn't subsided, though the most intense phase had passed.

When she looked up and met Jiang Yang's gaze, Lü Shujuan was taken aback for a second, her pupils dilating slightly.

I specifically stayed at this hotel hoping to meet the creative team or actors of "A Little Reunion," and I never expected to actually run into them.

Lu Shujuan's brows suddenly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth forced a smile. She subconsciously adjusted her hair or collar and politely asked, "You are... Jiang Yang?"

Jiang Yang noticed the unnaturalness in the other person's expression and nodded with a smile: "Hello."

Chat for a while.

When she learned that Jiang Yang was hiring a dance teacher for her company's employees, Lü Shujuan deliberately softened her tone: "Turn left ahead and you'll find the dance studio. My daughter dances there; she's an excellent dancer. She's been learning to dance since she was little and studies at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy. She can definitely be a dance teacher for your company's employees."

Lu Shujuan's emotions still fluctuated when she mentioned her daughter.

There was a slight, unnatural twitch in his eye as he thought about the argument that had just taken place.

Even though he's against Tian Gang, he's unwilling to pay compensation, isn't it all for his daughter's sake?

As a result, her daughter blamed her instead.

Everyone can blame themselves for this, but not their daughter.

One thing at a time, it's not easy to give my daughter another chance to meet the lead actors in the film crew, so of course I can't miss it.

Men are all about looks.

Now that her daughter is in her prime, at the most beautiful age, she can best bring her closer to Jiang Yang.

Just like when I first met my husband.

As Lü Shujuan spoke, her gaze briefly drifted towards the dance studio. She was still angry with her daughter, but she still led Jiang Yang toward the dance studio.

She quickened her pace, pushed open the door first, and spoke to her daughter to make sure Jiang Yang didn't see her with a long face; it wouldn't be dignified.

I saw Liu Haochun stretching his legs on the barre.

Liu Haochun turned his head and called out "Mom".

“Daughter, Jiang Yang, the actor who acts in TV dramas, is here.” Lu Shujuan smiled. “His company is hiring dance teachers to instruct employees, and he’ll be here soon.”

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun was taken aback for a moment: "How much?"

"Money doesn't matter, the key is that you can strike up a conversation with him!"

"Ah."

Without time to think too much, Liu Haochun wiped away the tears in her eyes.

Whether or not I get to know Jiang Yang is not important to me right now.

The important thing is to earn money so that I can atone for my parents' sins.

No need for parents' praise anymore.

Parental approval is not required.

I just want to live a normal life.

Otherwise, every step I take forward will be treading on the blood that Tingting sheds.

Jiang Yang arrived at the entrance of the dance studio and looked inside.

The floor has professional dance floor mats.

The handlebars are adjustable stainless steel handlebars.

The entire wall is fitted with a seamless mirror, and there is an LED light strip in front of the mirror.

A wall-mounted Bluetooth speaker, yoga mats stacked in the corner, the central air conditioning vent facing the mirror, and the exhaust fan humming.

The environment and facilities are much better than the dance studio at Tongliang Middle School in Chongqing.

"Hello, Jiang Yang."

I heard a soft, melodious voice speaking in standard Mandarin.

Jiang Yang turned his head and looked down at Liu Haochun.

Her face shape is a smooth oval, and she has a gentle and graceful temperament.

He had a high, straight nose and full, red lips.

He is 1.65 meters tall with a good head-to-body ratio. His wrists extend past his crotch, making him appear to be 1.7 meters tall.

She was wearing a light pink leotard, and judging from the brand logo, it should be from the Red Dance Shoes brand.

Inside were a thermal vest and black spandex stirrup pants.

Dance shoes are soft-soled canvas shoes.

As she walks towards you, her buttocks naturally become perky and shapely.

Liu Haochun quickly brushed his bangs aside with his left hand, pulled down his waist support with his right hand, and smiled at Jiang Yang: "My mother told me that you are hiring dance teachers for your company to instruct employees. I can do it!"

What dance styles do you know?

"I can do folk dance, classical dance, and modern dance."

Jiang Yang noticed a ruler mark on Liu Haochun's temple.

Half of her cheek was red, and there were a few faint finger marks.

There were tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

No wonder when I ran into Lü Shujuan in the corridor earlier, she had a furrowed brow and a tense expression.

Even when I talk to myself, my smile feels a little unnatural.

It's clear that the mother and daughter had a fight.

When Liu Haochun spoke, she did not forget to use the techniques that Lü Shujuan had taught her.

Men like women who look pitiful and vulnerable.

She glanced quickly at the corner of Jiang Yang's eye, then lowered her gaze.

She stared at Jiang Yang's collar.

Then she suddenly looked out the window, as if recalling some sad memory.

The whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

[Under your care, Liu Haochun's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

They've already started acting on their first meeting? Jiang Yang didn't show much outward reaction, but he was deeply shocked.

The other person's pitiful eyes lacked Tian Xiwei's sincerity, Yang Chaoyue's longing, and Zhao Jinmai's innocence; they were devoid of emotion, filled only with technique.

Seeing this, Lü Shujuan nodded to her daughter with satisfaction.

She handed Jiang Yang a glass of water: "There's something I need to take care of at the dance studio."

They exchanged a few pleasantries.

Lü Shujuan pushed the door open and left, closing it tightly behind her.

The speed was so fast that Jiang Yang was caught off guard.

This mother is incredibly careless! They've only just met, and she's already so comfortable leaving herself and her daughter alone together? What kind of person is she?

Fortunately, I am a good young person with a simple mind, and I don't have any dirty thoughts most of the time.

Before he could even ask Liu Haochun to dance, Jiang Yang looked around and was greatly disappointed to find that there were surveillance cameras in the dance studio.

He went to the speaker, sat on a high stool, and took out the artist management contract from his briefcase to check it.

It's still more convenient to have Chaoyue nearby.

In the past, this kind of thing was always done by Chaoyue.

Liu Haochun connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, glanced at Jiang Yang, and then fixed his gaze on the brokerage contract.

Pupils dilated, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, then immediately became docile.
I watched Yang Chaoyue's interview; my mother specifically made me watch it.

After signing with Jiangyang's company, the announcements never stopped.

From extra to supporting role, the next role I get will definitely be better.

I can also receive a fixed salary every month.

I desperately need money to atone for my parents' sins.

The words on the contract seemed to dance before my eyes, each stroke like a lifeline.

The most expensive thing isn't the signing bonus, but the self that seizes the opportunity to be pawned.

"Can you dance 'Spirit of the Peacock'? The one by Yang Liping?" Jiang Yang suddenly asked.

I want to compare it with Tian Xiwei's "Spirit of the Peacock" to see how big the difference is.

If the difference isn't too significant, let Tian Xiwei also teach Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue to dance, and see if Neng Bin can get the attribute.

I really didn't want to teach those two guys.

It can drive you crazy.

"Yes, I can dance the Dai dance. It has three bends, and you can do it smoothly on one side. I learned it in junior high school!"

"Come on, show it."

Liu Haochun walked slowly towards the mirror, his steps smaller than usual, as if he were walking on thin ice.

This is an opportunity.

This was not only an opportunity for Jiang Yang to showcase his dance skills, but also a chance for Jiang Yang to decide whether or not to sign him.

She kept her left hand gripping her right wrist, intending to soothe herself, but unknowingly she gripped it too tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

The white knuckles weren't just from tension, but also from a naivety that felt like it was being strangled.

On tiptoe, she stepped on the family's debt settlement statement.

He deliberately kept his breathing light, afraid that people would hear his panting, but his chest was rising and falling very clearly.

The first attempt to connect to the Bluetooth speaker failed; my finger was shaking and I clicked the wrong icon.

The connection was successful on the second attempt. The moment the music started, Liu Haochun's shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he instantly got into the zone.

Jiang Yang sat on a high stool by the window, crossed his legs, and looked at Liu Haochun in front of the seamless mirror across from him, before looking down first.

Her hair covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

The shadow cast by her falling hair perfectly concealed her genuine trembling.

A few seconds later.

Liu Haochun slowly raised his face, his eyes suddenly changed, and his gaze fixed on Jiang Yang.

The pitiful timidity was gone.

A seductive allure crept from the corner of her eyes to her slightly upturned lips.

The seductive gaze that her mother taught her is now putting a price tag on sin.

One degree more flattery, one degree less arrogance.

The more perfect the performance, the more the soul is worn down.

"Liu Haochun, you've got something." Jiang Yang's gaze was scrutinizing.

It was all an act from beginning to end.

Neither the Liu Haochun in front of her nor the Liu Haochun in the mirror is the real Liu Haochun.

Because the system has prompted itself for the third time that it has extracted the acting skills attribute from Liu Haochun.

"Whether Liu Hao is crying or not, I don't care..." This thought had just popped into Jiang Yang's mind.

He paused for a moment, then sighed inwardly.

When did I become so cold-blooded, only considering the pros and cons?

If I were eighteen years old back then, I probably would have crossed my legs more than just.

Back then, I was full of energy and loved sports.

I don't like exercise at all now, except when it comes to girls.

A good girl is one who can continuously improve her own attributes.

"I must still have some innocence left in me. I must not have completely become the kind of person I despised since I was young, nor have I completely become a vulgar beast," Jiang Yang sighed inwardly.

The sigh was so faint that it couldn't even fool itself.

When exactly did it become like this?

The decline of an adult is never a sudden collapse.

Jiang Yang thought carefully and finally remembered that one night when he was working overtime, he suddenly realized that he had been kneeling for too long.

The more someone claims to be vulgar, the more afraid they are of actually becoming that kind of person.

It's like standing on the ruins of morality, erecting a monument to one's own indifference.

Shaking off the distracting thoughts in his mind, Jiang Yang raised his head and continued to admire Liu Haochun's dance moves.

Liu Haochun's posture during the three bends of "Spirit of the Peacock" is excellent; this is the soul of Dai dance.

The spine is like a snake's wave, with the neck, chest, and waist extending in the opposite direction, and can bend at almost a 110-degree angle.

This is something I can't do right now, even with all my dance skills maxed out.

The same applies to Tian Xiwei.

The upper body breathes deeply and rhythmically, mimicking a peacock drinking dew.

His eyes were sharp as if he were hunting, his pupils focused on the extension of his fingertips.

very perfect.

The only flaw was that Liu Haochun's gaze swept over her twice... no, a third time!

After several consecutive horizontal turns, his gaze drifted away once more.

Jiang Yang suddenly realized something and looked down at the artist agreement on his lap.

Liu Haochun's gaze drifted several times, seemingly glancing at the artist agreement.

Is it an illusion?
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(End of this chapter)