Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Watching Jiang Yang walk towards the examination area, Zhou Ye became nervous.

After Jiang Yang finished his self-introduction, it was time for the recitation segment.

The text being recited is Shi Tieshen's "Me and the Temple of Earth".

The sentences are well-intoned and rhythmic, without any regional accent, and the distinction between retroflex consonants and nasal consonants is very clear.

The first few sentences were spoken in a gentle tone.

"Moving slowly through the garden in my wheelchair, whether it was a misty morning or a bright, sunny day, my mother could no longer come to this garden to look for me."

While reciting this line, Jiang Yang's left hand remained suspended in the air, as if holding a wheelchair.

When he read the phrase "rocking in a wheelchair," his right little finger twitched slightly.

Make the examiner feel the nerve pain of someone with a spinal cord injury.

“She didn’t tell you to wait, but she really did wait, for a full fifteen years.”

Jiang Yang suddenly gasped, as if choked by a memory, then switched to shallow, rapid breathing like an asthma patient.

He looked at the examiner.

To guide the audience to become witnesses to the waiting described in this text.

I could feel the author's delicate emotions.

Before you know it, you're completely immersed in it.

The three-minute recitation time passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yang bowed, signifying the end of the meeting.

The examiner sighed deeply and gently raised his hand to applaud: "Jiang Yang, you performed very well. Through your recitation, I could even close my eyes and see the original author, Shi Tieshen, sitting in a wheelchair, coming to the place where his mother once lived, and looking at his mother across time and space."

He laughed and said, "I am over fifty years old, but from your recitation, I feel like I am that boy in the story who forgot his umbrella and is in a wheelchair."

After giving his comments, Jiang Yang bowed again, left the room, and waited for this group of candidates to finish their exams.

Zhou Ye silently watched Jiang Yang throughout the entire preliminary test, her gaze fixed on him until he came to her side, at which point she looked away.

He glanced at the next candidate who was called up to the stage.

After giving a self-introduction and reciting a few lines with a slight regional accent, the examiner's expectation vanished, and his previous serious expression returned.

A calm scoring.

"Jiang Yang, you did a fantastic job!" Zhou Ye couldn't help but say.

I've already read "Me and the Temple of Earth".

After listening to Jiang Yang's recitation, I suddenly felt as if I had stepped into the story and was immersed in the emotions of the characters.

I didn't have a chance to chat with Jiang Yang for long.

Suddenly, the exam assistant called out, "Next, Zhou Ye."

Upon hearing his name, Zhou Ye gasped for breath, which caught in his throat.

When I get nervous, my breathing becomes disordered.

He took two hurried steps, then suddenly stopped, turned sideways, and looked at Jiang Yang.

He met Jiang Yang's gaze.

Noticing the smile in Jiang Yang's eyes, he said in a voice only he could hear, "Believe in yourself, Zhou Ye. Your potential is beyond your imagination."

Zhou Ye's pupils trembled.

My breathing became slower, my neck was still tense, and my tension subsided considerably.

Arriving at the center of the examination area, I bowed to the judges:

"Good morning, esteemed examiners. I am Zhou Ye, from Chongqing. I am 165 cm tall and weigh 48 kg. I love acting and hope to receive professional education at the Beijing Film Academy, a hallowed hall of art, to systematically learn acting knowledge and hone my acting skills, so that one day I can become an excellent actor and bring touching works to the audience. I am very grateful to all the teachers for giving me this opportunity to perform."

Jiang Yang watched silently.

During the self-introduction session, you can state your height and weight, and you can also state your name now, but you won't be able to state your name during the second and third rounds of interviews.

In a few years, the Beijing Film Academy will introduce new regulations, which will prohibit applicants from registering their names for the preliminary audition.

To avoid examiners developing subjective biases based on the candidate's identity, which could lead to special treatment after the examinee becomes aware of their identity, thus affecting the fairness of the examination.

"The poem I recited was 'To the Oak Tree'."

When Zhou Ye pronounced the word "tree," he clenched his fist and placed it on his left shoulder, representing a symbol of female power.

The examiner's eyes flickered, and he leaned forward slightly, listening attentively.

He speaks standard Mandarin with no regional accent and clear pronunciation.

It has emotional ups and downs, with appropriate intonation and cadence.

You can sense that this candidate conveyed the emotions found in the poems, though not much.

It's far from the level of the previous candidate named Jiang Yang, but as an actor, his voice and lines are sufficient.

The three-minute recitation ended.

The examiner immediately commented, "Your delivery of lines is very solid, your voice is loud and expressive, your emotional expression is also very good, and your sense of rhythm is excellent. It's clear that you have a certain foundation..."

Hear the words.

Zhou Ye looked up.

His eyes sparkled.

I understand that the examiner's words mean that they are affirming my professional abilities.

They did not point out their own problems.

No suggestions for improvement were given.

No comfort or stress relief was offered.

Especially the last sentence: "Your performance impressed us, and we look forward to more surprises from you in the upcoming exams."

This means it's highly likely that it passed!
After bowing to the judges again to express his gratitude, Zhou Ye walked briskly towards Jiang Yang.

She came to Jiang Yang's side and whispered with a smile, covering her mouth: "I think I passed... Thank you, Jiang Yang."

“You could have passed anyway,” Jiang Yang said with a smile.

That's all for now.

Wait silently.

Keep quiet.

Even after the exam was over and I came out of the building, my hand was still in my pocket, rubbing the "To the Oak Tree" sticky note inside, even though I no longer needed it.

I left the examination room.

I came to my mother's side.

He shared the good news with his mother, who was also excited. Just as she was about to wave goodbye to Jiang Yang, she realized that Jiang Yang had already disappeared.

Fortunately, I had Jiang Yang's contact information.

She took out her phone and sent Jiang Yang a message: ["Jiang Yang, where are you?"]
Jiang Yang had arrived at the parking spot and got into the car.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from Zhou Ye.

I added Zhou Ye on QQ earlier, but I didn't pay attention to her nickname.

Taking another look this time, I felt like I'd been insulted. The name was: [Johnina Beyon].
He typed back: "I have to go now."
Zhou Ye replied: ["I was just talking to my mom about you. My mom wants to thank you and invite you to dinner."]
Jiang Yang edited the text: ["Next time, when I visit your place, treat me to spring water chicken."]
"Okay, okay, I'll even take you to Lao Jun Cave to pray for blessings!"
Make a note for Zhou Ye.

Jiang Yang drove back to the East Corner Hotel.

It was lunchtime.

While looking for a place to eat, Zhou Ye chatted with her mother about the process of the preliminary art exam. She didn't say much in front of Jiang Yang.

Once she starts chatting with her mother, she keeps talking non-stop.

Entering a roast duck restaurant on Xitucheng Road, I found it to be a local eatery.

The seating is simple booths from the 1990s, and the walls are covered with old-fashioned tiles and movie posters.

There were yellowed menu posters and a plastic sheet tablecloth on the table.

The waitress was a local woman from Beijing, wearing arm sleeves and old cloth shoes, and spoke with a Beijing accent.

Zhou's mother simply smiled when she first heard her daughter talk about Jiang Yang, and she randomly chose a seat.

As I listened, something felt off.

He seems to be a very talented student, and also from his hometown: "You're so lucky, Ye Ye, to have a fellow villager helping you. He and Huang Lei are such good friends, you'll definitely get into Beijing Film Academy in the future."

"Jiang Yang is good-looking too."

"Do you have a photo?"

"Yes, I added him on QQ."

Zhou Ye opened Jiang Yang's QQ space and scrolled through it casually.

Clicking on a photo reveals Jiang Yang wearing a black vest, sitting on the stairwell steps, head down, smoking.

A blue filter.

The background wall has graffiti that says "Fuck the world".

The caption reads: "Yan is my only friend. She doesn't love me, but she doesn't say much."

Zhou Ye stared blankly at his phone screen.

My eyes feel burning.

I exited the chat and opened the chat history, and found that it was indeed Jiang Yang's QQ account.

I clicked on Jiang Yang's post again, swiped my finger, and looked at another photo of Jiang Yang.

The scene is a close-up of Jiang Yang's profile, with blood and tears painted at the corners of his eyes, an overexposed white background, and a broken glass effect.

The caption reads: "My tears, you can't see them because you can't see my pain."

Zhou Ye couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

"Mom, Jiang Yang's photos are all of the 'emo' style."

"Huh?" Mom didn't understand the term "Shamate".

"No, it's just that Jiang Yang's QQ space doesn't have any photos of him."

"oh oh."

Zhou Ye changed the subject and quietly logged out of Jiang Yang's QQ space.

I don't want to go in a second time.

It's really hard to accept that this "emo" is the same Jiang Yang from before.

In short.

If you pass the preliminary exam, it's best to go to the interview with Jiang Yang. He might be able to help you with the interview.

I was already much behind others in terms of the time I spent learning acting.

Therefore, I must seize every opportunity to embark on the path of acting, because I truly love performing.

At the same time, I felt uncertain.

After this separation, will Jiang Yang ever talk to me again?

……

East Corner Hotel.

Yang Chaoyue woke up with his stomach growling loudly; he was woken up by hunger.

I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time.

at noon.

I stayed up too late last night and didn't go to sleep until 5 a.m., so I'm still a little groggy.

He got up, hunched over, and sat on the edge of the bed, scratching his hair and yawning.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from Jiang Yang: ["Just got back. Come to my room to pick out a role contract for 'Fighter of the Destiny'."]
Yang Chaoyue squinted and frowned, craning his neck to get closer to the phone screen.

Read this sentence once.

His gaze lingered on the 'role contract' for a second, his fingers unconsciously tightened their grip on his phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Suppressing excitement.

There are three role contracts; it's unclear which one Tian Xiwei has already chosen.

Although I haven't discussed the contract with Yang Ge, it's been on my mind all along.

They didn't say anything because of the tacit trust between them and the boss.

I knew the boss would definitely leave me a copy of the contract.

This is the third time I've received a role contract.

The excitement of the first time was gone, replaced by a sense of composure.

There is still hope.

Entering the bathroom, he replied to a message while brushing his teeth: "[I'll be right there after washing my face.]"
I poked the toothbrush around in my mouth a couple of times.

She doesn't mind water splashing onto her collar when rinsing her mouth.

Wipe your face casually with a towel.

Jiang Yang had seen her with her messy hair, which she hadn't bothered to comb, making her look even more unkempt.

I don't know if Jiang Yang has informed Liu Haochun.

We need to snatch a better contract before Liu Haochun does.

However, these words cannot be spoken aloud.

"I can't let Yang-ge know that I value money more than feelings... I'm really terrified of being poor."

Traditional costumes are heavy, but I can adapt to them.

The complex hairstyle can cause scalp tightness and damage to hair follicles, but it can still withstand it.

The proper posture for sitting, standing, and bowing in traditional costumes can be practiced over time.

The dialogue, a blend of classical and vernacular Chinese, is easy to memorize.

I'm willing to endure any hardship as long as I can get more pay.

No matter how tough it is, is it ever as tough as being a factory worker?

For a period of time back then, I worked in an electronics factory, soldering circuit boards for 12 hours a day. My hands were so shaky that I couldn't even hold chopsticks.

I never want to taste that kind of bitterness again.

As the pillar of the family, I can't fall down now that I've taken on this responsibility; I want to ensure my father can continue to live a relaxed life.

"Here you are, Yang-ge."
Send a message to Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue added another message: "Did you bring me the braised pork trotter rice?"
Jiang Yang replied: [“Brought it, Yang Chaozhong.”]
Ps:

Yang Chaoyue: "An overwhelming stroke of luck has fallen on my head. It may not be a blessing, but it's an opportunity I must cherish, even though it's burning hot in my hands... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)