Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 195 That Year I Was Eighteen, Standing Like a Henchman

Chat for a while.

Tian Xiwei calmed down.

Yang Chaoyue held the phone in both hands, tapping the screen with his fingers.

Tian Xi glanced at it; it looked like a shopping app.

Not Taobao.

The page looks a bit unfamiliar.

It involved both a lottery and a spinning wheel.

"Chaoyue, what are you buying?" Tian Xi asked curiously.

"Buying a house."

Buying a house? You can buy a house online?

"Sure, you can buy it on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan for a large flat."

"real or fake?"

Tian Xi's eyes widened in shock.

Every now and then, we see news reports of experts saying that housing prices will fall. Have they already fallen to that level?
"Who cares? By the way, you're a new user, right? Help me cut the price, I'm just one cent short."

Yang Chaoyue's phone screen displayed an incoming call notification as soon as he sent the Pinduoduo link to Tian Xiwei.

It was Zhang Ruonan calling.

"I need to take this call, Xiwei."

"Okay, it's alright. I saw Jiang Yang. I'll go ask him about the contract myself."

"Row."

Yang Chaoyue responded and walked to the side to answer Zhang Ruonan's call, his tone gentle: "Ruonan, have you received the contract from Canxing?"

"Yes, it's a package I just opened!"

Through the phone receiver, Zhang Ruonan's tone was so joyful that her speech became somewhat unsteady.

"Just sign it and send it back to Canxing. As for when filming will start, we'll wait for Yang Ge's arrangements."

"Good... good!"

"By the way, you have experience as a part-time model, so you can't neglect etiquette training; that's your advantage."

"I understand."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask the boss directly. If you're too shy to ask, you can always ask me by phone or text."

"Okay, Sister Chaoyue, thank you for your help."

……

Tian Xiwei did not enter the film set.

Looking into the teaching building corridor, all the desks and chairs have been removed, and the window glass is covered with frosted film to prevent any discrepancies.

The lighting crew installed a fuel-fired heater at the end of the corridor.

She slumped her shoulders behind the light fixture box.

The box was sprayed with the words "Do not sit on or press on it".

I don't know what its specific purpose is.

I didn't dare touch it.

Most of its body was shrouded in shadow, its head craning out as it cautiously peered towards the brightest spot.

When she saw Jiang Yang, the white breath she exhaled quickened.

Jiang Yang was wearing a school uniform, and a camera crane was pointed at him.

No filming was taking place.

Jiang Yang was there discussing blocking and choreography with the assistant director, while the script supervisor was taking notes.

She wanted to know if Jiang Yang was hungry, but she was also afraid that if she went over now, she would disturb him.

Standing on tiptoe, peering out, eyes filled with anticipation.

Clumsy yet sincere.

“Hey woman, don’t stand there. I’m talking to you, the one carrying the insulated lunchbox.”

Suddenly realizing someone was calling her, Tian Xi turned her head slightly to look.

A lighting assistant wearing a reflective vest swept a light meter across Tian Xiwei's face: "Lighting crew, step back! The light level is too high!"

Tian Xiwei was so shaken that she couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but she could see the name tag on the other person's body, which was hanging with a red string.

White ropes represent temporary workers, while red ropes represent permanent workers.

She hurried away, but her foot tripped over something and she stumbled.

Looking back, it was a power cable.

The lighting assistant pulled the cable and positioned it, while Chong Tianxi complained, "If this leaks electricity, can you afford to pay for it?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Tian Xiwei twisted the hem of her clothes tightly with her fingers and apologized several times, but the other person ignored her and was busy with their own things.

She came to the railcar, but didn't dare to stand next to it.

In front of me was a triangular area formed by two rows of aluminum equipment cases.

Squat down with your knees wrapped around your body, trying to minimize the space your body occupies.

Chin rests against the insulated food container.

My gaze traveled through the gaps in the boxes, past the track car, and focused on the director's monitoring area.

Jiang Yang's silhouette was gilded by the 1,000-watt tungsten filament lamp; he didn't look as good on the monitor as he did in real life.

Next to him was a stage assistant wearing a dirty vest and migrant worker gloves, biting a flashlight as he labeled the equipment.

Suddenly, a beam of red light shone into Tian Xiwei's eyes.

The mobile team leader, wearing a communication headset, shone a laser rangefinder directly into Tian Xiwei's eyes, the red light drawing a warning line on her face: "What are you doing sitting there? The track can only support 800 kilograms; even a few ants will affect the balance!"

The production assistant next to him whispered a reminder: "Don't stay here. We're filming a night scene overtime. The mobile crew leader hasn't had any food yet, and he's in a really bad mood."

Tian Xiwei thanked the stage assistant who reminded her.

She stood up, biting the inside of her mouth, and repeatedly apologized to the mobile team leader who had driven her away: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Her tone was nasal.

The breathing sounds became more labored.

I really didn't want to apologize, because I didn't even touch the rocker arm track.

She was afraid that she would cause trouble for Jiang Yang.

Suddenly, I realized that the film crew wasn't as wonderful as I had imagined.

There are class distinctions.

They were blocked by security guards, driven away by the lighting assistant, and had their emotions vented by the mobile team leader.

Eyes red.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed his grievances.

He hugged the insulated lunchbox in his arms even tighter.

I didn't even notice that my shoelaces had come undone.

I was eighteen that year, standing like a lackey.

It's like suddenly barging into Jiang Yang's world and discovering that even the right to be a background character requires exchanging dignity.

They tried to get closer to the light, but were burned.

Suddenly, the director, sitting in front of the monitor wearing a multi-pocketed vest, yelled "Cut!" and then laughed:

"Jiang Yang, you acted very well. It was another one-take. There was no need to adjust the camera position repeatedly. The lighting only needed to be set up once. With your efficiency, I think we can wrap up filming in five days, not even a week."

"Director Wang, you've done a great job training me," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"It's purely because you're a good actress. If I had that ability, the filming schedule would be much more coherent, and the post-production team wouldn't be asking me to leave time for them to edit every day."

Tian Xiwei listened silently.

I don't know how much benefit acting in one take can bring to the crew, I don't understand what it means to repeatedly adjust the camera position, and I don't know how efficient Jiang Yang's filming is.

All I know is that the director was praising Jiang Yang.

Suddenly, all the grievances I had just suffered seemed insignificant.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang was not disturbed.

She stood on tiptoe, watching and listening intently, her eyes sparkling.

As I listened, my mind wandered.

Unconsciously, he drew circles with his toes, and his fingers unconsciously fiddled with the lock of the insulated lunchbox.

Fingers are more honest than the brain; they always reveal what's on your mind.

The most serious moment of absentmindedness is when I'm thinking of him.

A smile sneaked out from the corner of her mouth and hid in her dimples.

His excellence is like the sun, and I am willing to be a sunflower facing the sun.

When faced with affection, grievances are as light as a speck of dust.

After Yang Chaoyue finished talking to Zhang Ruonan, he hung up the phone and looked towards Jiang Yang.

I saw Jiang Yang in front of the monitor, chatting with the director.

Tian Xiwei was not by his side.

Where is Tian Xiwei?

Yang Chaoyue glanced around the film set and saw the extras manager checking the list, the temporary crew member kneeling on the ground affixing fluorescent markers, and the focus puller adjusting the lens gears by hand in the low temperature.

I looked around but didn't see Tian Xiwei... Then I saw her!

It is located outside the director's monitoring area, in the gap between the power supply boxes.

You really can't see it unless you look closely; it's like it's invisible.

"What is she doing hiding there?"

Yang Chaoyue strode forward, then suddenly stopped.

Seeing Tian Xi's sincere gaze as she looked at Jiang Yang, and the faint smile on her lips, she suddenly understood.

They were probably afraid that going at this time would disturb Jiang Yang.

I want to get close, but I don't dare to.

There is a concern that it might appear at an inopportune time.

A pure and unadulterated emotion.

The scene seemed familiar; Yang Chaoyue had seen it before.

In junior high, girls in my class who were dating would secretly watch the boys they liked on the playground from the corner of the stairs. That's what it was like.

I dare not approach.

It looks like it's been there for a long time.

Everyone knows what I'm thinking.

Whenever she gets close to a boy she likes, her classmates will tease her.

I'm a little envious of Tian Xiwei's student days, being able to meet a classmate like Jiang Yang.

During my student days, there were no school beauties, no school hunks, and no one who would try to chat me up.

All that's left are packed schedules, smelly classrooms, and couples kissing in the corner.

There's campus intrigue, unflushed toilets, and roommates each with their own worries.

If your family had the money to support your education, if you hadn't dropped out of school, and if you had someone you liked and could see them every day during the stressful high school life, you probably wouldn't have found high school life so difficult.

Tian Xiwei didn't reveal what was on her mind, but Yang Chaoyue could see right through her.

She didn't step over. She put down her phone, watched Tian Xiwei's every move for a while, and then shifted her gaze to Jiang Yang.

No words.

No disturbance.

Silently watching.

Watch a replay of youthful days from a third-person perspective.

(End of this chapter)