Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

After chatting with his mother for a few minutes, Zhou Ye received a message from his father: ["Ye Ye, how have you been doing in Beiping with your mother these past two days?"]
Zhou Ye smiled as she typed: ["Oh no, I'm out of pocket money."]
Then send a meme of a gorilla confidently reaching out for money.

I received a notification on WeChat that my dad transferred 1000 yuan to me.

Zhou Ye did not accept the money.

I followed the line, glancing up to see that it wasn't my turn yet.

She typed: ["Dad, I can't collect the 1,000 yuan you transferred. I don't know why my phone keeps freezing. Could you try sending it again?"]
Not a few seconds.

I received another notification on WeChat that my dad had transferred 1000 yuan to me.

"Mom, look! That old fool of yours, I tricked him again!" Zhou Ye showed his mother the chat history he had just had with his father on his phone.

The mother and daughter laughed heartily.

Zhou Ye smiled, his eyes crinkling.

My dad is a man of few words and quite old-fashioned. He often has very serious discussions about things at home, and I always try to amuse him.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from my dad: ["Dad isn't stupid, Dad loves you."]
Zhou Ye's smile froze slightly and faded.

Be stunned for a moment.

His throat moved.

A smile bloomed on her face once again.

It turned out that Dad knew he was just teasing him, but was willing to play along just to make him happy.

Return all the two thousand yuan that Dad transferred.

Dad sent a message: ["Why aren't you charging me, Ye Ye?"]
Zhou Ye sent a voice message: ["I have money, I'll ask you for more when I'm short of money, I'm not chatting anymore, we're about to check exam admission tickets and enter the school gate... I'm telling you, Dad, I saw a celebrity, Guan Xiaotong seemed to be at the front of the line when we first started queuing, she's so tall."]
Who is Guan Xiaotong?
Dad doesn't recognize him.

Zhou Ye received a message from his father:
[“It’s a rare opportunity to go to Beiping. Whether I pass the exam or not doesn’t matter. Cheer up! Did you buy anything good to eat in Beiping? Bring some back for me.”]
Zhou Ye replied in text: ["Okay, Dad. The douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) in Beiping is especially delicious. I'll bring you a cup."]
After talking with my dad.

Put down the phone.

As his turn in the line approached, Zhou Ye took a deep breath, his relaxed mood instantly turning tense again.

Close your eyes.

Try to calm your emotions.

Actually, according to the study plan arranged by my parents, I shouldn't be standing at the gate of the Beijing Film Academy entrance exam right now.

I will not participate in the art exam.

I entered Hua Luogeng High School in my first year of high school to study in the international department's IELTS class, and then chose humanities in my second year.

When I was in my senior year of high school, I started to become interested in performing.

I told my parents about it when I got home, and I thought they would criticize me.

Unexpectedly, her parents tried to understand her and eventually supported her, allowing her to transfer to a media studies program and decide to take the art exam at the last minute.

The things my parents said back then, I still remember vividly:

"Ye Ye, Dad doesn't know anything about acting, but if you like it, give it a try."

“It’s okay if you don’t pass the exam. Come home and Dad will put on a little show for you. The audience will be me, your mom, and your sister.”

One week ago.

I talked to my parents about my art exam at home.

I was sitting on the white fabric sofa at home at the time.

The lower shelf of the glass coffee table is piled with art exam materials, including the magazine "Performing Arts," which my parents bought specifically for my studies.

I was afraid that my last-minute decision to take the art exam would disappoint my parents, so I asked them, "Are you really not upset that I gave up studying abroad?"

My father was very calm at the time, and told himself, "Studying abroad is your sister's path, but you have to walk your own path."

The mother's emotions fluctuated more: "But you have to promise me that if anyone criticizes your acting skills in the future, don't hide and cry by yourself. Come home, and I'll help you scold them back!"

Noticing that the group was moving forward again, Zhou Ye opened his eyes.

I know I have a high probability of failing the exam.

Others learn acting from a young age, but I studied in an IELTS class because my best skill is English.

I also really hope that I can pass the exam.

I didn't become an actor to make a lot of money. My family is well-off, and I've never been short of money growing up. I just find acting very interesting.

You can experience the lives of various characters.

I'm simply interested in this area and want to delve deeper into it.

I was still nervous.

Zhou Ye tried to talk to his mother to ease his emotions:
"Mom, if I really get accepted into the university, and I become an actor and earn money, I'll buy Dad a watch." "Why?"

“I lost the watch my dad gave me for my birthday, and I can’t find it anywhere, so I want to buy him a new one.”

"Haha, this is all you need. Your dad doesn't care anyway," Mom laughed.

"Yes, I do care."

Zhou Ye paused for two seconds, his voice lowered, and he pouted, "I lost the gift my dad gave me, and I'm really bothered by it."

His mother paused for a moment, then gently ruffled Zhou Ye's slightly curly hair and said, "It's good that you have the intention."

She continued, "Your father and I don't expect you to achieve great things in the future. It's okay if you don't make money. Just be happy every day."

After Zhou Ye passed the ID card and admission ticket checks, he entered the school gate.

The team moved.

A short while later, Jiang Yang arrived at the spot where Zhou Ye had been queuing. He overheard Zhou Ye's mother chatting with other waiting parents: "My daughter is from Chongqing. She and her dad took her to Huizhou when she was five. She studied there for a year, and then one day she suddenly realized she couldn't speak the Chongqing dialect anymore. She cried so hard at home, hahaha..."

Hearty laughter.

Her facial features are very similar to Zhou Ye's.

With her high nose bridge, she must have been a beauty when she was young.

It's clear that Zhou Ye has a good family atmosphere, while the other parents waiting for their children to come out of the exam hall all look worried.

Only Zhou Ye's mother looked serious while Zhou Ye was queuing, but after Zhou Ye went in, she happily chatted with people.

Get to the front of the line.

Take off your coat and check your pockets to see if you have any recording devices.

My ID card and admission ticket were also checked.

Jiang Yang passed the inspection smoothly and entered the gates of Beijing Film Academy.

In the square in front of us are various sculptures, and directly in front is the performing arts college teaching building. A banner hangs at the entrance, which reads: 2016 Undergraduate Admission Professional Examination.

To the left is the director's building with its gray brick walls, and student volunteers wearing red armbands stand at the entrance.

The map showing the exam room layout was posted on the wall, but it was mostly blocked by the crowd.

To the right is the administration building with a red roof and white walls.

A banner reading "Welcome to apply to the Beiping Film Academy" hung under the eaves.

Jiang Yang arrived at the performance building and entered through the serpentine queue marked by the yellow warning line.

There are photos of previous students on the corridor walls; the first two are of Yang Mi and Huang Bo.

The waiting area was located next to the black box theater.

A quick glance.

I don't know anyone there.

Staff members can be seen organizing candidates into groups, maintaining order, and guiding them to the examination room.

A group of twenty people.

There were almost no formal seats in the waiting area. Some candidates squatted, some stood, and some sat directly on the ground, using their down jackets and backpacks as cushions.

The examination staff emphasized the need for quiet.

But it didn't stay quiet for long before the noise started again.

Many test takers were silently memorizing the poems they would be reciting later.

Jiang Yang was assigned a seat against the wall based on his exam number.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message.

It was sent by Liu Haochun: "[I want the contract with the highest pay.]"
The message arrived in half a second.

It has been withdrawn.

It was probably posted when I had just woken up and my mind was still foggy.

This was followed by another message from Liu Haochun:
[“Jiang Yang, I heard from Xiwei that you went to the Beijing Film Academy for the entrance exam. Good luck!”]
Jiang Yang replied with a thank you.

Add a message: ["Wait for me to come back, and I'll choose a role contract for you in 'Fighter of the Destiny'."]
Liu Haochun replied: "I'm open to any contract."
[Under your care, Liu Haochun's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

We've really tapped into Liu Haochun's acting skills.

This shows that Liu Haochun is acting again.

Liu Haochun sent another message: [“I’m not in a hurry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll wait for you to come back at the hotel.”] (End of Chapter)