Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I pushed open the door and found the hallway outside to be chilly.

Yang Chaoyue didn't rush to find Jiang Yang. Instead, she went back to her room and put on a set of plush pajamas that she had bought in Shanghai.

She walked towards Jiang Yang's room at a leisurely pace.

My phone vibrated; it was a message from Zhao Jinmai in the "[Three Scoundrels]" group:
[“These are the last few shots. I don’t know where Huang Lei is. I haven’t seen him for the past two days. I can’t find him to chat with. It’s so boring on set. Xiao Jiang, come out and have a chat.”]
Jiang Yang turned on the air conditioning and heating in the room, and put the braised pork trotters rice he bought for Yang Chaoyue on the desk, along with a string of candied hawthorns.

Go to the bathroom and wash your face.

I saw Zhao Jinmai's message, but pretended not to see it.

I'm going to talk to Yang Chaoyue about the contract in a bit, but once he starts talking to Zhao Jinmai, this little brat just won't stop.

My phone vibrated again.

He discovered that Zhao Jinmai had tagged him in the [Three Scoundrels] group: [“Xiao Jiang, chat with me, just to comfort a child. I dreamt about you last night. @Jiang Yang”]
Jiang Yang typed a message: [“Going home soon, you know how good I am? What did you dream about me about?”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Guess.”]
Jiang Yang typed: [“How could I, a guy from Chongqing, possibly guess the dreams of a little kid from the North?”]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“I dreamt that your hemorrhoids flared up and you were bleeding. You stole my sanitary napkins and even used two at once, which I never do.”]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in the group chat: [“Brother Yang, you scared me, you owe me money.”]
Jiang Yang's lips twitched as he watched.

I'm too lazy to reply to Yang Chaoyue, that troublemaker.

In my past life, many of my colleagues developed hemorrhoids from sitting at work for long periods.

He subconsciously touched his butt, then suddenly came to his senses.

Jiang Yang was shocked to find himself influenced by a mere teenager who had just gone through puberty. He typed in reply: "[Don't have these kinds of weird dreams in the future, they're scary.]"
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Did I scare you, Xiao Jiang? Well, I'll make it again next time, hahaha.”]
After sending the message, Zhao Jinmai held her phone and laughed heartily in the classroom set up on the film set.

He had just laughed a few times.

The makeup artist, who was wiping the sweat from Zhao Jinmai's forehead with a tissue, said, "Maimai, don't move. This scene needs to connect with yesterday's footage! Keep your makeup on."

The lighting technician is adjusting the diffuser by the window:

"Natural light isn't enough! Move the light another half meter closer!"

The script supervisor writes the scene number and shot on the clapperboard.

These scenes were filmed at the No. 80 Middle School, located in the Wangjing campus of Beiping.

It's winter break, and there are no teachers or students in class on campus, so it won't interfere with teaching and it's also convenient for the film crew to carry out their work.

An extra secretly took out a spare phone to take pictures of Zhao Jinmai and posted them on her WeChat Moments: "Zhao Jinmai looks different in real life and on TV. She looks even better in real life."

The post on WeChat Moments was not published before the stage manager discovered it and scolded and stopped it.

The assistant director squatted down and said to Zhao Jinmai, who was getting her makeup done:

“MaiMai, the next scene is a backup scene and may not be included in the final cut, but it is required. It is an emotional scene. Imagine your parents tearing up your comic book, and you feel like you want to cry but are holding it in.”

After talking with the assistant director.

Zhao Jinmai knew what effect the assistant director needed.

Because Jiang Yang had talked to her about these things before.

In the final few shots, you need to showcase the character arc of the role you're playing, and demonstrate growth and transformation.

Sometimes, as you act, you realize more and more that you are similar to the character you are playing in some ways.

I want to be independent.

I want to break free from my parents' control, but I don't want to be too far away from them.

Realizing that growing up means simultaneously losing your eraser and regaining your self-esteem.

This was my first time leaving home to film a movie alone.

He negotiated with the staff all by himself.

I also learned leg stretches and back bends from Teacher Hao Chun, who was arranged by Jiang Yang. This will give me a foundation for filming action scenes in the future.

I have learned a lot and grown a lot.

If it weren't for Jiang Yang, Mom wouldn't have been so at ease letting me be like this.

He took out his phone and typed a message for Jiang Yang, this time not calling him "Little Jiang" but "Brother Yang": ["Brother Yang, I'm almost done filming, can you see me off?"]
My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds, but I didn't send it.

Jiang Yang has been very busy lately. I heard he got first place in the preliminary round of the Beijing Dance Academy, so he'll definitely pass the second round.

I recently went to Mr. Xu's place to discuss other roles, and I even brought Sister Chaoyue, Teacher Haochun, and Sister Xiwei along to audition.

All passed.

Where would I find the time to send myself off?

"Forget it, he's so busy. If I asked him to deliver it, he would definitely make time. I don't want to put him in a difficult position. It's cool to go alone." Zhao Jinmai looked up at the busy staff, feeling depressed.

Delete the text that was edited for Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang needs to know that even a little kid can be well-behaved and won't cause trouble for adults.

A silent farewell.

The next time I see Jiang Yang, I need to show him a better side of myself, give him a shock, and let him know that I've grown up and am no longer a little kid.

East Coast Hotel, Chaoyang District.

After Jiang Yang finished chatting with Zhao Jinmai in the group, he heard a knock on the door.

As the door opened, Yang Chaoyue stood outside: "Brother Yang, you have hemorrhoids? I have some sanitary napkins, Seven Days Space night pads, want some?"

"Come in, come in, have your braised pork knuckle rice."

Jiang Yang turned away impatiently.

He went to the desk, opened the takeout container of braised pork trotters and rice, and looked at Yang Chaoyue who had come in through the closed door: "Chaoyue, you've changed. When I first met you, you respected me a lot. Can you come back to your old self?"

Jiang Yang looked at Yang Chaoyue, who had pulled up a chair and was sitting at the desk.

The other person didn't even lift an eyelid.

His eyes were filled with longing for braised pork trotters.

Holding disposable chopsticks, I stuffed the braised pork trotter rice into my mouth and let out a satisfying breath.

Hair is messy and frizzy.

I remember when we first started living in Shanghai, Yang Chaoyue would always make sure to comb her hair smooth and present her best side to him, even if it was just getting up early to buy breakfast.

"I can't go back to the way I was before. I'm not the same person I used to be. You taught me, Yang-ge, right?" Yang Chaoyue said casually.

She added, "And Yang, you've changed too."

"I?"

Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks, not understanding Yang Chaoyue's meaning: "How have I changed?"

“You can eat extra spicy pork trotter rice now,” Yang Chaoyue said, pointing to the pork trotter rice in Jiangyang.

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback.

Both were extra spicy. The first time I ate this flavor with Yang Chaoyue, my lips swelled up from the spiciness.

Without realizing it, I got used to it.

When did you get used to it?

I can't explain it, I don't remember.

Yang Chaoyue continued, "The first time I met you, I always felt that your behavior and way of speaking were not in line with your age."

"You're indirectly saying I look older than I am, aren't you?"

"No, no, Yang-ge, you're very good-looking. I'm not very educated, so I don't know how to describe that feeling. Anyway, back then, I always felt that you weren't like someone who was eighteen years old and about the same age as me. You were more like an adult in your thirties or forties. How can I describe it? Like an old pickled vegetable that's been thoroughly pickled by life."

Jiang Yang heard Yang Chaoyue cursing at him and instinctively wanted to curse back: "Ten yuan will be deducted from your salary this month."

Meeting Yang Chaoyue's sincere gaze, the words that were about to come out suddenly stopped.

He realized that Yang Chaoyue was not joking with him.

Seriously.

Jiang Yang slowed down his chewing.

For the first time, I carefully considered the meaning of Yang Chaoyue's words.

It feels absurd.

I was surprised to find myself pondering the words of a factory worker with only a junior high school education: "Impossible, I am still the same as before, without any change."

"You used to never show your teeth when you smiled, and you would pause for three seconds before speaking. Even when you drank water, it was as if you were scheming something."

Yang Chaoyue suddenly leaned closer and stared into Jiang Yang's eyes: "The scariest thing is that back then, even though you helped me get a role as a featured extra at Canxing, there was no light in your eyes at all, like you were just doing your job to meet a performance target."

"Why are you suddenly so close to me? You scared me!" Jiang Yang leaned back slightly. (End of Chapter)