Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 254 Boss Dog, What Are You Sleeping For?
I really didn't want to give it, but it concerned my brother's life.

It went through 800 turns.

Zhang Ruonan scrolled through Weibo to calm herself down.

I saw a post where the blogger, a critically ill patient in his fifties, was saying goodbye to the world:
[Four hours left before I leave this world. I'm very happy right now. I love this world. Stranger, can I say something to you?]
Posts with very few views.

No one replied.

I was about to scroll away, but a little while later, Zhang Ruonan scrolled back and edited a comment to reply: "[Keep going, everything will be alright.]"
The comment didn't go through.

Suddenly I thought of myself.

Will everything really get better?

My family is like a bottomless pit. No matter what I do, if it exceeds my parents' understanding, they will do everything they can to stop me.

Whenever I have an idea that I want to realize, my parents not only can't help me at all, but I also have to explain to them what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.

They often have a controlling nature when it comes to their own concerns.

On the one hand, they hope to stand out from the crowd, but on the other hand, they are afraid that they will cause trouble and need their help to cover for them.

They struggle at the bottom while simultaneously scolding their children for not working hard enough.

But I've already tried my best.

I don't know when it started, but I've already had the idea of ​​severing ties with my family of origin.

Every time this thought pops into my head, I feel incredibly unfilial.

If you don't do this, your life will feel like it's being constantly swallowed by a black hole.

I dare not tell anyone about this thought.

Because I know I will definitely be condemned.

Suddenly realized.

Comforting the blogger by saying everything will be alright doesn't give them any strength at all.

Perhaps, the other person is just like me.

No need for comfort.

All you need to do is agree.

Looking at the blogger's previous posts, I know that the person likes to sing, idolizes Teresa Teng and Leslie Cheung, likes Magellan's deeds, and even posted a copy of "Bring in the Wine" written with a calligraphy brush.

Zhang Ruonan edited the text below: ["Since the future is already set, then go for it. Your future is bright and full of hope."]

Four hours later, you will board the train of hope, heading to the place your heart desires.

You will perform on the same stage with Teresa Teng and Leslie Cheung, travel the world with Magellan, and drink and compose poetry with Li Bai.

You will meet relatives you've never met before, and you will meet someone who loves you very much, and live happily together.

Of course, you don't need to worry about your family or your friends online. We're all fine, don't worry.

The car is almost here, you can get on first.

Forgive me for not being able to see you off. My own life is a mess, and I don't know how much longer I can hold on, but I have seen hope for things to get better.

Those destined to meet will always meet; we will meet someday. Goodbye, stranger.
It was written for this stranger who was about to pass away.

It's also written for myself.

Suddenly, I noticed a large group of hotel staff coming out of the corridor, their suitcases making a buzzing sound as they rubbed against the floor.

Zhang Ruonan put away her phone and stood on tiptoe to look.

Soon, two familiar figures came into view.

Yang Chaoyue was no longer wearing the women's business suit she wore when they first met.

Instead, it was a pink, loose-fitting Korean-style down jacket with a faux fur collar that was bent out of shape.

White hooded sweatshirt.

Wearing a plush rabbit bag across your shoulder.

Jiang Yang was wearing a dark gray down jacket with a black turtleneck sweater underneath.

The pants are dark blue straight-leg jeans.

He was dragging a silver-gray Samsonite suitcase and carrying a briefcase in his other hand.

When Zhang Ruonan looked over, she noticed that Jiang Yang was tilting his head and chatting with Tian Xiwei beside him.

Zhang Ruonan's gaze fell upon Tian Xiwei, whose face was unfamiliar.

Tian Xiwei's outfit was simple: a wool coat over jeans, flat shoes, and a light gray cashmere scarf.

A half-up ponytail, with stray hairs secured with colorful hair clips.

Yang Chaoyue waved vigorously at Zhang Ruonan, shouting, "Ruonan! Here, we're here!!"

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang looked up and met Zhang Ruonan's gaze, then nodded.

Tian Xiwei noticed Zhang Ruonan.

She smiled and waved her hand.

After carefully examining Chao Yue and Jiang Yang, the colleague who had been introduced to her earlier, she realized that they were indeed very similar.

Zhang Ruonan was wearing a navy blue windbreaker with faded cuffs.

Wearing a white sweatshirt underneath.

She wore black jeans, Feiyue sneakers, and carried a faux leather backpack.

Exit through the arrivals area.

Zhang Ruonan carried the three cups of milk tea she had bought and went to greet them. After greeting Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue, she awkwardly handed a cup of milk tea to Tian Xiwei: "Hello, I am a new colleague in the company. My name is Zhang Ruonan."

The voice faded, as if someone was reciting a speech they had practiced many times.

My fingers trembled slightly as I handed out the milk tea.

Subconscious tension.

He dared not look Tian Xiwei in the eye.

"Hello, Ruonan, I'm a long-time employee of the company. My name is Tian Xiwei." Tian Xiwei took the milk tea, took a sip, her gaze softened, and she smiled politely, "Mmm, it's delicious!"

"You two have it backwards."

Yang Chaoyue took the milk tea, inserted the straw, and slurped loudly: "Ruonan, you are the senior employee. Xiwei joined the company after you, so you are Xiwei's senior."

"what?"

I got into the car that Jiang Yang had called.

We arrived at the rental apartment in Fuli Residential Area.

We'll go out for hot pot together tonight; it'll be a company dinner.

Zhang Ruonan's anxiety gradually subsided.

Chaoyue and Xiwei didn't reject him and were easy to get along with.

Jiang Yang only wears a serious face when discussing serious matters; otherwise, he is very approachable.

Jiang Yang had Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei teach Zhang Ruonan some basic knowledge about filming on set. He really took advantage of her attributes.

It's a pity Liu Haochun isn't here, otherwise Gao would definitely have taken advantage of the dance attribute again.

Before going to bed, Jiang Yang explained the music arrangement document that Qiao Renliang had taught him to Zhang Ruonan in detail again, and helped her to master the music arrangement attributes.

Early the next morning.

Zhang Ruonan groggily opened her eyes on the fabric sofa and looked to her side.

The door is not closed.

Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei were sleeping together, wearing pajamas.

Tian Xi lay on her side in a starfish position, with one leg straddling the blanket, taking up most of the bed and pushing Yang Chaoyue to the side.

Her nightgown straps slipped down, and her hair covered half her face.

He was still clutching the book he had taken from the sofa last night, "An Actor Prepares."

Yang Chaoyue curled up like a shrimp, burying his face in Tian Xiwei's lower back.

Roll up your pajamas above your stomach.

Her toes hooked around Tian Xiwei's nightgown belt to prevent her from being kicked off the bed.

His posture was languid.

The coat fell on the ground and no one picked it up.

Zhang Ruonan tiptoed in and quietly covered the two girls with blankets, picked up the coats that had fallen on the floor, and hung them in the wardrobe.

Close the door.

Wash up and clear your mind.

When she returned from buying breakfast, she took out her phone to check the message Jiang Yang had sent her last night:
[“Tomorrow at 7 a.m., buy breakfast and wake me up. We'll go to the film set together. Thank you for your hard work.”]
Upon seeing the word "film set," Zhang Ruonan's heart began to race.

They knew they needed Jiang Yang's connections to get a direct spot on the "Go Fighting!" program for a formal performance.

I had no idea how to act or what role to play.

It's seven o'clock.

She arrived at the master bedroom door, raised her hand to knock, then placed her hands together in front of her lower abdomen and softly called out, "Boss, get up."

There was no movement.

Then he knocked on the door and continued calling.

Jiang Yang still didn't open the door, and there was no sound of anyone getting up inside.

Zhang Ruonan didn't dare to call Jiang Yang and was about to continue knocking on the door.

The side bedroom door next to it opened.

Yang Chaoyue poked his head out with messy hair, his eyelids drooping in the air, and one leg of his pajama pants rolled up to his knee.

She rubbed her eyes with one hand and clung to the door frame with the other to maintain her balance.

One foot was bare on the ground, while the other was still wearing a slipper: "Ruonan, what are you doing so early?"

Upon hearing Yang Chaoyue's voice, Zhang Ruonan's shoulder blades twitched in fright: "The boss asked me to wake him up. Sorry, Chaoyue, did I wake you up?"

“Calling him that won’t work. I’ll teach you. I’ve been living in this rented room for months,” Yang Chaoyue said.
"Oh, oh." Zhang Ruonan took a few steps back.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue, crookedly approaching the master bedroom door, raise his fist and pound it wildly, yelling, "You bastard!! What are you sleeping for?! Get up!!! Take Ruonan to the film set!!!"

Zhang Ruonan stiffened her neck and gasped.

Not a few seconds passed.

The sound of slippers stepping on the floor came from the master bedroom.

The door opened, and Jiang Yang frowned, glancing around before glaring at Yang Chaoyue. He said in a hoarse voice, "Chaoyue, are you sick in the head?!"

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips, glanced at Jiang Yang, and then turned back to Zhang Ruonan with a sleepy smile, saying, "That's what you call professional. Not only did you wake the boss up, but you also asked about my health right away."

Done.

Yang Chaoyue leaned to one side and moved to lie down.

So tired that I didn't even bother to close the door.

When she went back to bed, she tripped over her own feet and fell straight into the arms of Tian Xiwei, who was still fast asleep.

Then he pushed Tian Xiwei, who was taking up most of the bed, to the side and fell asleep immediately.

Zhang Ruonan didn't understand it, but she was deeply shocked.

Who is the boss?

How dare Yang Chaoyue!
Aren't you afraid Jiang Yang will get angry?

She stood with her legs tense, by the sofa, not daring to utter a sound.

"Ruonan, did you buy Yang Chaoyue's breakfast?" Jiang Yang suddenly asked.

"I...I bought it."

Zhang Ruonan glanced up at Jiang Yang and noticed that he had his brows furrowed and his face tense.

Her gaze snapped back as if she'd been electrocuted.

I'm afraid of being affected.

My hands unconsciously clenched the breakfast bag.

The plastic bag made a slight "rustling" sound.

His shoulders were slightly tucked in, as if he wanted to shrink himself down a bit.

Reduce your presence.

Jiang Yang went to the bathroom to wash up and said irritably, "Before we go to the set of 'Go Fighting!', let's divide up Yang Chaoyue's breakfast first."

"What will Chaoyue eat later?"

"Starve her to death!"

Hear the words.

Zhang Ruonan secretly rubbed her fingers along the seam of her pants, sweating nervously.

"Then, what about Tian Xiwei's share?" Zhang Ruonan asked cautiously.

"They broke up too."

"Why?" Zhang Ruonan blurted out, then immediately regretted it, her voice growing weaker.

"I'm so embarrassed right now. I feel so annoyed just thinking about Tian Xiwei hanging out with Yang Chaoyue all the time!" Jiang Yang replied, rubbing his face hard with a towel.

Zhang Ruonan placed the breakfast on the coffee table, her arm trembled slightly, and her fingers twisted together.

I have a keen sense that there seems to be a lack of unity within this company.

Is it really reliable?

P.S.: Zhang Ruonan: "Sincerity is the most important thing in everything you do... Please vote for me!"

(End of this chapter)