Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 217 You Want to Be My Dad?

Chapter 217 You Want to Be My Dad?
The words fell.

No one responded.

Tian Xi's gaze wandered, her head slightly lowered, her shoulders hunched in embarrassment.

Liu Haochun bit her lower lip lightly, remaining silent.

Yang Chaoyue turned his head and looked at Jiang Yang.

She realized that Jiang Yang wasn't looking at her.

Instead, he sat on the sofa to the side, looking down at his phone.

Xu Xiaou looked over first: "Chaoyue, why don't you go first?"

My name was called.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly stood up, his knee hitting the bench in front of him in his clumsiness.

She stood up, bowed to Xu Xiaou, and clasped her hands over her stomach: "My name is Yang Chaoyue, from..."

"Chaoyue, there's no need for that. Everyone knows each other very well, and I understand your situation."

Xu Xiaoou smiled and asked, "How are your dance skills?"

During the filming period, from Yang Chaoyue's first scene to the end of filming, Yang Chaoyue was never seen to demonstrate her dance skills.

I haven't heard anyone from the production crew mention it.

In some scenes, Yang Chaoyue's body language was quite stiff.

"I...I have a background in dance," Yang Chaoyue said, blinking rapidly without a hint of confidence.

He immediately demonstrated his backbend.

Then comes the splits.

My fingers trembled when I bent over backwards, and sweat poured from my forehead when I did the splits, but I forced myself to finish.

Watch this scene.

Liu Haochun's toes curled up on the soles of his shoes as he stole glances at Jiang Yang's reaction, seeking a sense of security.

She couldn't meet Jiang Yang's gaze.

Tian Xiwei's shoulders swayed slightly, and she dared not brush her hair away, afraid of attracting attention.

Xu Xiaoou suddenly leaned back.

He transitioned from being a friend to being an examiner.

He glanced at Yang Chaoyue and immediately understood the situation.

After Yang Chaoyue stood up, he raised his voice and asked with a somewhat imposing tone, "These past few days have been intensive training?"

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips.

There was shame, but also stubbornness.

I regret not starting to practice dancing sooner.

On set, Yang Chaoyue would occasionally exchange a few jokes with Xu Xiaoou.

But when it came to the actual audition, Xu Xiaoou didn't have her usual friendliness. Even though she had a smile on her face, her eyes were scrutinizing.

Yang Chaoyue's voice trembled at the end: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, this is the best I can do in terms of dance skills right now."

"It's okay, I'll just look into it. Chaoyue, relax and don't put too much pressure on yourself. We're all friends, family. Sit down and let's talk."

Despite saying they were friends, there was no smile in Xu Xiaoou's eyes.

Yang Chaoyue pulled up a bench and sat down, unconsciously rubbing his knee that had just been bumped to relieve the pain.

Lean forward.

I felt uneasy.

Jiang Yang sat on the sofa to the side, watching silently without saying a word.

They understood that at this time, they couldn't speak up for their own artists.

At the same time, she avoids eye contact with her artists to prevent them from becoming dependent on her, and also to make Xu Xiaoou trust her more.

Producers focus on the performance of their company's artists.

The dance training was supervised every day, and the documents for dealing with Xu Xiaoou's problems were also handed over to the three girls. They were well prepared.

How they perform is entirely up to them.

After showcasing her dance skills, Xu Xiaoou skipped the questioning and said to Jiang Yang, "The script development for the drama 'Fighter of the Destiny' is basically complete. It's currently in the mid-to-late stage of preparation. The project has a basic framework, but it's not fully formed yet. The character settings for the supporting roles are still being fine-tuned. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand. Actors have a lot of flexibility now. If they perform well in the audition, they may get more subplots for supporting roles."

"Yes, that's what it means."

It's very easy to talk to Jiang Yang about professional matters.

With just a little guidance, Jiang Yang understood; he was quick-witted.

Xu Xiaoou then looked at Yang Chaoyue: "So, Chaoyue, just perform a scene you're best at for me. I'll choose a suitable role for you based on your appearance, your dance skills, and your acting ability. Can you do that?"

"Yes...yes! Mr. Xu, can I find someone to act with me?"

"Haha, Jiang Yang, right?"

He could see through Yang Chaoyue's thoughts at a glance.

Xu Xiaoou nodded and smiled, "We can ask Jiang Yang to act with us, but there is one requirement: you can't have any lines in this performance, you can only sit, and you have to let the audience feel your emotions and get into your emotions."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes widened, and his fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of his clothes.

There can be no lines, no actions, you can only sit, how can you act like that?
He appeared calm, but his mind was a complete blank: "Okay, Mr. Xu."

"I'll only give you 20 minutes to prepare."

Yang Chaoyue nodded silently and turned his head to look at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang put away his phone and walked towards the balcony covered by a green screen: "Come on, let's discuss this."

Yang Chao pretended to be calm, straightened his back, and walked towards Jiang Yang with a smile on his face.

He moved to a spot where Xu Xiaoou couldn't see him, and couldn't help but smirk: "Brother Yang, how should I act?"

Jiang Yang frowned in deep thought.

They saw through Xu Xiaoou's intentions.

That's too strict; it's beyond Yang Chaoyue's capabilities.

To be precise, Xu Xiaoou never intended for Yang Chaoyue to complete the task in the first place.

It's just an excuse to lower the price.

An old fox like Huang Lei.

They weren't after Yang Chaoyue, but after him.

Businessmen never let emotions interfere when it comes to interests.

Jiang Yang didn't tell Yang Chaoyue what he was thinking, fearing that Yang Chaoyue wouldn't be able to keep things to himself and that it would affect his performance later.

He offered Yang Chaoyue a few words of comfort.

Once Yang Chaoyue calmed down a bit, she said softly, "We'll be acting out a family scene in a little while, and I'll play your father."

"You want to be my dad?"

"Be serious, I'm not kidding you."

"oh oh."

Yang Chaoyue lowered his head, trying to get himself into the zone.

Jiang Yang continued, "Chaoyue, call me 'Dad' first."

Yang Chaoyue's lips trembled.

Before she could even utter a sound, she glanced up at Jiang Yang, then headbutted him in the chest.

Jiang Yang staggered back a few steps after being bumped, clutching his chest: "Chao Yue, be serious."

Yang Chaoyue's messy hair stuck to his mouth: "You were the one who started being indecent."

Not a moment later.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue returned to the lobby and found that there was a new camera with a standard zoom lens and a fixed focus group, as well as a photographer wearing a baseball cap.

Xu Xiaoou brought him from the film set next door.

Documenting the process of this audition.

It's a pity that Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue didn't get to film their rehearsal last time. This time, we're well-prepared.

Jiang Yang glanced at it and immediately understood what was going on.

It appeared to be an audition for three girls from his company, but in reality, it was aimed at him.

Since they couldn't find a reason to lower prices with him, they looked for reasons in the artists signed to his company.

Jiang Yang walked towards the door and smiled at Xu Xiaou, who was sitting on the sofa, "President Xu, I'm going to do my makeup so it'll be easier to film with Chaoyue later." "Go ahead, it's alright."

Xu Xiaoou responded with a smile and a nod, displaying great affability.

They both understood each other's thoughts.

It wasn't said outright.

In negotiations, it would be undignified to be too direct.

"By the way, Mr. Xu, could you help me with some acting later?" Jiang Yang asked again.

"I?"

"Would it be convenient to play a photographer in a photo studio, where all you have to do is take pictures?"

"It's convenient, but I'm afraid I won't act well and it will affect Chaoyue's mood later."

"It's alright, Mr. Xu, please feel free to act as you like."

"Okay, okay."

Let's bring Xu Xiaoou in to act too; we can't let this guy sit comfortably.

Jiang Yang called Tian Xiwei out.

We arrived at the make-up room that had been temporarily set up on the next film set.

In front of her was a makeup mirror wrapped with LED strips, and on the table were foundation and concealer. Tian Xiwei was still a little dazed: "Jiang Yang, you mean, I'm going to play Yang Chaoyue's mother in a little while?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yang responded, washed her face, and began to apply makeup.

I've met Yang Chaoyue's father and know how to do makeup.

To emphasize wrinkles, rough skin texture, and sun damage, it's important to highlight these features.

Chaoyue's father is exposed to the wind and sun all year round at the beach.

Jiang Yang lightened his eyebrows and used sticky hairspray to fix his messy fake beard.

Use eyelash glue to stick on a few white hairs to mimic the signs of hair loss in middle age.

Apply brown shading to the nail joints and yellowish-brown to the edges of the nails, mimicking the nail beds of fishermen who have been soaking in water for a long time.

Color difference in the neck area.

sunburn.

Roughness.

These details all need to be drawn.

In just ten minutes, Jiang Yang's makeup and styling were completed. The clothing issue was easy to resolve; he could simply go to the temporary dressing room and pick out a few outfits, which was a simple matter.

Or you can borrow one from the staff on site.

The clothes must not be new; the more worn and tattered, the better.

Tian Xiwei also needs makeup and styling, and her hair has to be put up. Yang Chaoyue once told me that her mother usually wears her hair up.

I once saw a photo of Yang Chaoyue's mother in Yang Chaoyue's bedroom.

Some impression.

"Jiang Yang, you know how to do makeup?" Tian Xiwei watched Jiang Yang skillfully apply makeup.

Watching Jiang Yang grow into a man in his early fifties was a huge shock to me.

"We'll talk about makeup later. First, tell me how you're going to act."

They discussed the upcoming performance schedule.

Tian Xiwei immediately became serious.

This wasn't my audition; it was Yang Chaoyue's.

However, Jiang Yang called him out to act alongside Yang Chaoyue, which was a way for him to get used to the role in advance.

As for how to act.

I had absolutely no idea what to expect.

Jiang Yang continued, "Your only line is the one when you come in later."

"What line?"

"Yueyue, Mom is back, and she's not leaving this time."

……

After Yang Chaoyue called Tian Xiwei out of the audition hall, the audition hall became quiet.

Yang Chaoyue sat on a bench in the hall with his eyes closed and his back slightly hunched. Opposite him was a sofa, where Xu Xiaou was sitting.

Yang Chaoyue was not disturbed.

I checked the crew's messages in the WeChat group.

Liu Haochun observed Yang Chaoyue's audition process very carefully.

There are concerns about Yang Chaoyue.

Mentally remind yourself what you need to pay attention to when it's your turn.

Yang Chaoyue still doesn't know how to act next.

Just now on the balcony, when Jiang Yang was discussing the upcoming performance with her, he said this to her: "In the upcoming performance, you don't need to play anyone else, you just need to play yourself and show your true emotions. In a little while, I'll take Tian Xiwei out to get her makeup done, and you can recall all your experiences before you were 12 years old."

Images of his childhood flashed through Yang Chaoyue's mind.

In my childhood memories, summers were spent barefoot on the beach, with waves chasing after my toes.

He got into a fight with the child of his neighbor, Aunt Wang.

Stealing fruit from the offering table, the sweetness isn't from the fruit itself, but from the smug satisfaction of not getting caught.

Go to the beach to catch crabs, then bring them home and have your mom cook them for you.

My mother's laughter is like the sea breeze; with a gentle blow, it scatters into a sky full of stars.

Back then, tears would flow from a fall, and be wiped away with a piece of candy.

Once, when I went to play in the sea, I couldn't swim and was almost swept away by the waves, but my mother rescued me.

In my memories before I was twelve, my mother was always a part of my home.

After the age of twelve, it stopped.

Because Mom left.

Growing up happens in the blink of an eye.

Like a glass cup that has been smashed on the ground, it can never be put back together.

After Mom left, the house suddenly became very quiet.

The family portrait in the photo is the only time that will never fade.

As Yang Chaoyue recalled the events, his hunchback gradually worsened, from upright to hunched over.

His fingers unconsciously scratched at the wood grain of the bench.

Anxiety manifests physically.

The breathing was initially slow and calm.

Jiang Yang told her not to think about her childhood experiences after the age of 12 in her hometown, but she still couldn't help but think about them.

That experience after my parents divorced.

There was hatred for his mother, like a thorn stuck in his throat, which he could neither swallow nor spit out.

Father's sigh was colder than the winter wind, making one's heart tremble.

There was also longing for her mother and frustration at her own powerlessness.

The most painful thing is not being abandoned, but wanting to hate, yet being unable to stop missing.

Memories kept flashing back.

Unbeknownst to Yang Chaoyue, a pout appeared on his lips.

She did not open her eyes.

Jiang Yang said that the performance would only officially begin when he heard a knock on the door and opened his eyes.

Suddenly.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.