Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 218 Yang Chaoyue's acting skills explode
Yang Chaoyue's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened them. His gaze froze as he watched Jiang Yang, hunched over, push open the door with his left hand on his waist.

Jiang Yang was wearing a construction helmet, with a small section of his woolen cap peeking out.

He was wearing a dark gray work cotton-padded jacket.

His chest was chafed, and you could see the blackened cotton inside.

She wore black synthetic fiber pants.

He was wearing worn-out liberation shoes and work gloves.

This is how Dad usually dresses.

The skin is rough like sandpaper, with large pores.

It has a texture similar to the feeling of salt particles carried by the sea breeze rubbing against the skin over a long period of time.

There are dense salt stains on the cheekbones.

The backs of the hands and neck showed fish-scale-like cracks.

There was a mark of a ring on the ring finger of my right hand, but it's currently bare.

It implies marital status.

"Tsk, Jiang Yang, what a talent." Xu Xiaou remained expressionless on the surface, taking on the role of a photographer in a photo studio.

I couldn't help but admire it.

The costumes were easy to find, and the makeup and styling were completed in just over ten minutes—something the makeup artists on set couldn't do.

Jiang Yang must have done the makeup himself.

The crew had already spread the word that Jiang Yang's makeup and styling skills were outstanding, and it would be a shame if he didn't get certified.

For a moment, she was in a daze and almost thought that the man who hunched over and carried her in through the door was her father.

No matter how good the makeup is, or how similar the clothes are to her father's, the height difference cannot be changed.

Jiang Yang is 1.8 meters tall.

My father is only a little over 1.6 meters tall.

Even if they were the same height, Yang Chaoyue would not treat Jiang Yang as his father.

No one can replace his father, not even Jiang Yang.

"Hey, you're at the photo studio so early?" Jiang Yang grinned, revealing a gap in his teeth, mimicking Yang Chaoyue's Yancheng accent.

Yang Chaoyue subconsciously wanted to say "yes".

Suddenly it dawned on me that her performance couldn't have any lines.

So he just nodded.

Jiang Yang continued, "This time, I won't sit next to you. I'll stand behind you and take a family photo."

Yang Chaoyue was slightly taken aback.

The plot that Jiang Yang had previously explained to him was about her and her family taking photos at a photo studio.

Only she and her father lived at home.

Where can you take a family photo?

Jiang Yang took a step inside, then looked back at him: "Hurry up, Yueyue is waiting."

"coming."

Tian Xiwei, who was outside, responded in the Yancheng accent that Jiang Yang had taught her.

That was poorly written.

Yang Chaoyue felt a jolt in his heart upon hearing this, and suddenly realized something, staring intently at what was behind Jiang Yang.

As Tian Xiwei stepped in, she leaned forward and then shrank back.

Jiang Yang taught her.

It shows the guilt of not returning home for many years.

She was wearing a hand-quilted floral cotton-padded jacket with black stained edges around the collar.

The lower body consisted of cotton pants with elastic waistbands, and the cuffs were frayed.

She was wearing a fluffy hat.

Her hair was tied up.

There are fine horizontal cracks from the cheekbone to the earlobe, the sides of the nose are purplish-red, and there are sunspots on the face.

The crow's feet at the corners of my eyes are very scattered.

Tian Xi's fair skin turned sallow, and her upper eyelids drooped.

This is the attire of women from a coastal village in Yancheng.

The moment her eyes met Yang Chaoyue's, Tian Xi smiled and said, "Yueyue, Mom is back..."

Yang Chaoyue suddenly held his breath for a few seconds, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

Repeatedly loosen and clench your fingers on your knees.

His pupils trembled.

He smiled and nodded emphatically.

This isn't how my mother dresses now, and she doesn't look like her either.

It looks like my mother ten years ago.

Yang Ge must have used the family photo in his bedroom as a reference when he did Tian Xiwei's makeup.

It felt the same as when Jiang Yang played his father.

is fake.

No matter how similar the clothes or appearance of the mother played by Tian Xiwei are, she can never replace the mother's place in her heart.

Tian Xiwei then said the second half of the line: "...Mom isn't leaving this time."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue straightened his hunched back, his lips instinctively curving upwards, then he pursed them.
His right hand gripped the edge of the bench tightly.

He stared at Tian Xiwei for several seconds, his eyes reddening.

The lower eyelid trembled.

Mother is a name etched into my bones; it hurts to even touch it.

She lowered her head, turned her cheek towards Tian Xiwei, and stopped looking at Tian Xiwei.

He was afraid that if he met Tian Xiwei's gaze, he would realize that it was fake.

They knew it was fake.

The desire is real.

Xu Xiaou observed Yang Chaoyue's performance.

Through the dialogue, one can understand what kind of story is being performed.

Yang Chaoyue plays a daughter waiting to have her picture taken with her father at a photo studio, but the father brings back her mother who has been away from home for a long time.

It's a very simple plot.

Jiang Yang's acting was superb.

Tian Xiwei's acting was mediocre; it was just the typical performance of a newcomer, with stiff expressions.

What surprised Xu Xiaoou the most was Yang Chaoyue.

The subtle details in her eyes, her movements and expressions, all conveyed the daughter's state of mind in this situation.

They acted so convincingly.

Jiang Yang had previously called Yang Chaoyue to the balcony, and in just a few minutes, he had trained Yang Chaoyue's acting skills to be so good.
Xu Xiaoou, playing the photographer, urged, "The camera is ready. You two just need to stand behind Chaoyue."

Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei then stepped up behind Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue kept his neck stiff and did not raise his head.

Until Xu Xiaoou, holding up her phone, shouted: "Wrong posture, Chaoyue's dad, put your hand on Chaoyue's right shoulder... Yes, that's it."

Yang Chaoyue felt the sensation on his right shoulder.

His body trembled.

Xu Xiaoou continued, "And Chaoyue's mom, if you move closer to your husband and put your hand on Chaoyue's left shoulder, you can capture a happy family photo... Yes, yes, that's great."

Yang Chaoyue felt Tian Xiwei's wrist resting on her left shoulder.

The little finger was suspended in the air, not in full contact; this was a movement Jiang Yang had taught her before.

Her shoulders jerked violently, as if she had been burned.

Take your time to relax.

Craving the temperature.

Then her shoulders suddenly tightened as she recalled the year her mother abandoned her after her parents' divorce.

During my first year, I hated my mother the most.

The following year, I hoped my mother would return.

In the third year, I had already accepted the fact that my mother would no longer be in the family, and that the time when my parents were by my side would never come back.

Yang Chaoyue gasped for breath, which caught in his chest, forming a slight choking sound, which then turned into a very soft sobbing sound.

A tear lingered in her eye for a long time before finally falling.

The tears were clear.

Then tears silently streamed down her chin.

Yang Chaoyue did not wipe it.

What Xu Xiaoou saw was a sense of numbness.

"Okay, very good, we're about to take a picture, everyone smile." Xu Xiaou said, holding up her phone.

Jiang Yang grinned, revealing a very noticeable gap in his teeth.

He didn't say many lines and didn't try to steal the spotlight.

The positioning made Yang Chaoyue stand out.

In this scene, Yang Chaoyue is the protagonist; he only needs to play the role of a supporting character.

Tian Xi's smile was stiff.

When I entered, I noticed a cameraman filming nearby. It was my first time acting, and just standing in front of the camera made me feel unnatural in every way.

I haven't studied acting and don't know the basics of performance.

Having never been a mother, I don't know what a mother's normal behavior is when taking a family photo, or what her relationship with her daughter is like.

They have never experienced a divorced family.

From the moment I entered and met Yang Chaoyue's gaze, I could clearly feel that Yang Chaoyue had changed completely.

This wasn't the usual carefree Yang Chaoyue.

You could feel Yang Chaoyue's longing for you in his eyes.

I don't understand how Yang Chaoyue acted.

I was deeply shocked.

At that moment, Tian Xiwei had only one thought in her mind: Holy crap, awesome!
"Chaoyue, smile!" Xu Xiaoou shouted, and then began the countdown.

"three!"

Yang Chaoyue forced himself to smile, his mouth muscles stiffening.

"two!"

Yang Chaoyue's lips curled into a bitter smile as he bit his cheek to maintain a smile, trying hard to suppress his emotions that threatened to break down at any moment.

This time, we must take a happy family photo.

Even if you know it's not true.

"one!"

The moment the flash went off, Yang Chaoyue closed his eyes, and tears streamed down his chin again.

She secretly tugged at her mother's clothes, took the picture, and immediately let go, pretending nothing had happened.

He swallowed, whimpering.

I don't want this scene to end.

I really want it to continue forever.

Xu Xiaoou put away her phone and stared at Yang Chaoyue: "Alright, Chaoyue, your performance this time has impressed me."

He is surrounded by too many broken marriages.

The children are the most innocent.

She longs for her parents to reconcile so that she can have a complete family.

Yang Chaoyue captured the essence of the performance.

I didn't cover my face with my hands because it would block my micro-expressions.

Don't cry out loud, but express it with rapid breathing.

When she cried, her nose turned red, but she didn't rub her eyes even once, which shows that Yang Chaoyue knew she had to keep her makeup intact.

In this performance of laughing while crying, the tears fall vertically while the corners of the mouth turn upwards.

The more restrained she is, the more heartbroken the audience becomes.

Xu Xiaoou couldn't find any fault with it and clapped lightly: "Chaoyue, your performance is over."

Liu Haochun, who was standing to the side, was stunned for two seconds.

It's as if I can see my own future.

How long can my parents' marriage last?

do not know.

My vision is too short-sighted; I can't see the future.

Perhaps one day in the future, Yang Chaoyue will experience the same situation he portrayed in real life.

Even knowing that my parents' marriage is not happy, I don't want them to get divorced.

I hope my parents can understand each other more and stop arguing, so that their marriage doesn't break down.

Just thinking about it like that.

Liu Haochun's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

Yang Chaoyue's past experiences may shape his future.

She gently shook her head and then clapped.

"Chaoyue, you acted so well..."

Realizing the performance was over, Tian Xiwei relaxed her shoulders and looked down to speak to Yang Chaoyue.

But then he saw Yang Chaoyue turn around.

He didn't get up, but remained seated on the bench. He didn't look up at her, but gently moved closer to her, hugged her, and called out, "Mom."

"Oh! My good daughter." Tian Xiwei responded with a big laugh.

She continued, "Chaoyue, you still think of me as your mother? The whole thing is over."

He hadn't said those words yet.

Suddenly, Yang Chaoyue's voice choked with sobs: "I miss you so much."

Tian Xiwei's words froze.

My body tensed up at first, my shoulders shrugged, and my hands instinctively hovered in mid-air.

The smile on her lips suddenly froze, her eyes shifting from relaxed to blank. She looked at Jiang Yang and whispered, "Jiang Yang, what's going on? What happened to Chao Yue?"

"I haven't broken free of the role."

"Is there such a thing?"

This was the first time Tian Xiwei had ever heard of the concept that actors could become so immersed in their roles that they couldn't detach themselves from them for a short period of time.

"What should I do?" She tentatively placed her hands on Yang Chaoyue's back.

"You should comfort her."

"How can I comfort you?"

Have you ever been a mother?

Tian Xi shook her head blankly: "I've never even kissed him on the lips."

“You are now Yang Chaoyue’s mother.”

How can you not be a mother if you've never kissed someone?

I never kissed a girl when I was in college, but I still have a bunch of sons.

Tian Xiwei took a deep breath, closed her eyes and silently recited, "I am her mother, I am her mother." When she opened her eyes again, she tried her best to force a loving mother's smile.

His lips were twitching.

His gaze wandered when he looked at Yang Chaoyue.

He tried his best to bring Yang Chaoyue a somewhat awkward but warm feeling.

I've come to realize how difficult acting is.

Yang Chaoyue has only been an artist with Jiangyang Company for a few months, how come his acting skills are already so good?
Will I be able to do that in the future?

Jiang Yang didn't chat much with Tian Xiwei; he was called to the balcony by Xu Xiaoou.

"Jiang Yang, how did you manage to train Yang Chaoyue's acting skills to this level in such a short time?" Xu Xiaoou asked bluntly.

The male lead for "Fighter of the Destiny" is Lu Han, who has a huge fan base. I auditioned in front of him, and his acting was terrible.

The same situation applies to the female lead, Gulnazar.

I knew at the time that the acting in this drama could only be carried by the supporting actors.

We need more supporting actors with acting skills like Jiang Yang.

Xu Xiaoou had considered the idea that someone could improve Lu Han and Gulnazar's acting skills, but she knew it wouldn't work.

This time, Yang Chaoyue passed the audition.

Compared to Yang Chaoyue's flawless performance, Xu Xiaoou was more interested in Jiang Yang: "How about you come to the crew as an acting coach for the next film?"

"Mr. Xu, you flatter me too much."

Acting coaching is a different price.

Jiang Yang did not agree directly. He smiled and waved his hand, keeping his eyes calm: "I did not train Chao Yue. Chao Yue just acted out the scene by his own ability."

"Hey kid, don't give me that polite talk."

Xu Xiaoou lowered her voice: "Chao Yue is a very good actress, very down-to-earth, but do you think I don't know what her acting skills are like? She acted so realistically just now."

“It’s true, I didn’t train him.” Jiang Yang shrugged slightly.

Xu Xiaoou lowered her voice and probed, "No, Jiang Yang, what's our relationship? We've worked together on a film. Can't you even tell me the truth?"

"Mr. Xu, I'm just telling the truth. I really didn't train him. Chao Yue's acting was genuine."

"Fine, I'm not going to argue with you anymore."

Xu Xiaoou turned around and walked towards the audition hall.

Jiang Yang followed up: "No, Mr. Xu, I'm really telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"

Xu Xiaoou glanced at Jiang Yang, her lips twitching.

Ignored them.

Whether Jiang Yang is telling the truth or not, he'll find out soon enough.

Just by looking at Tian Xiwei's performance, you can tell she's a newcomer; her acting felt very abrupt.

Liu Haochun's estimate is about the same.

The difficulty of the audition questions for these two girls will have to be increased later, and we'll see how Jiang Yang trains them.

If trained well.

Jiang Yang should definitely be added to the list of acting directors for "Fighter of the Destiny".

If we can improve Lu Han and Gulnazar's acting skills, the price is negotiable.
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PS: Thank you Captain for the 1000-point reward to Zhou Ye.

Thank you Gu Guihun for the 100-point reward to Liu Haochun, Zhang Ruonan, and Wang Churan.

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(End of this chapter)