Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Footsteps approached from behind the door, and Huang Bo walked past Zhang Ruonan.

He glanced subconsciously at Zhang Ruonan, who was hunched over, and sat down at the square table to her side.

Zhang Ruonan tried her best to control her emotions and not be nervous.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Honglei sat down opposite Huang Bo.

Zhang Ruonan didn't dare to look up. Following Jiang Yang's instructions, she imitated the way the old lady with the injured hand ate noodles and slurped up a mouthful of noodles.

While the noodle shop owner was serving two bowls of plain noodles with spicy meat topping to Huang Bo's table, Zhang Ruonan secretly looked up.

Huang Bo was wearing a gray-blue cotton work shirt, and there were beads of sweat on his face.

He must have been doing some physically demanding task earlier, hence the sleeves being rolled up to his elbows.

Wear a plain white crew neck T-shirt underneath.

There were slight sweat stains on the collar.

He wore work pants and canvas shoes with mud splattered on the uppers.

Her hair was pulled into a mess.

This is the state after being pranked by Sun Honglei.

Sun Honglei was wearing a bright red polo shirt.

The collars were turned up; the production team used this to distinguish the three idiots from the main team.

He wore a black leather jacket, ripped jeans, and the holes at the knees revealed the funny thermal underwear provided by the production team.

The shoes were studded motorcycle boots that jingled when you walked, specifically designed to distract Huang Bo from his mission.

He was wearing sunglasses.

He had used too much hairspray, and during a previous task, Luo Zhixiang joked that his hair looked like it had been struck by lightning.

Noticing that Huang Bo was already slurping noodles with his chopsticks, Zhang Ruonan didn't dare to look any longer and lowered her head.

How do I strike up a conversation with the MC guests?

Is this a solution?

I subconsciously felt that I needed to take the initiative.

But Jiang Yang told himself that in his storyline, being passive was the best form of initiative.

"It has to be these kinds of hole-in-the-wall restaurants, the food is absolutely amazing."

Huang Bo, with soup still on his lips, let out a satisfied sigh and noticed that Sun Honglei, sitting opposite him, had steam rising from his sunglasses. "Honglei, no offense, but we're indoors, why are you wearing sunglasses?"

"What do you know? I am Sun Piaoliang, the King of Looks. If I take off my sunglasses, I won't be the person I am."

"Can you see clearly?"

"You can see it very clearly."

"Put it on me."

Huang Bo quickly leaned forward, trying to snatch Sun Honglei's sunglasses and put them on himself.

They failed to snatch it.

The cameras in the backpacks of the production assistants sitting on both sides of the noodle shop clearly recorded this scene, with microphones clipped to their bodies for recording.

Let's make a fuss for a while.

Suddenly, I heard a thud.

Sun Honglei noticed his trouser leg was wet. He turned his head and saw an old man carrying a bottle of vinegar who had knocked it over with his elbow, spilling it onto his trouser leg.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Ruonan didn't dare to look at Sun Honglei, and kept her head down staring at Sun Honglei's trouser leg.

This is the method of interpretation that Jiang Yang taught us before.

Pretend to accidentally knock over the condiment bottle on the table.

The original plan was to have the spilled vinegar splash onto Huang Bo, but they didn't control the force well.

I felt nervous.

Not knowing how to handle the situation, he apologized repeatedly.

Sun Honglei, who was arguing with Huang Bo with a tense face to create a dramatic effect for the show, glanced at him and, still with a tense face, subconsciously said, "Hey!"

He had just shouted "Hey!" with an angry tone, which made Zhang Ruonan tremble: "Let me wipe it for you."

Sun Honglei realized what was happening and quickly put on a smile: "No need, no need, I can wipe it myself. I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm ugly and I speak harshly, I scared you."

Zhang Ruonan forced a smile.

His hands continued to tremble.

Sun Honglei bent down to wipe the table, glanced at Zhang Ruonan a few more times, and whispered to Huang Bo, "Xiao Bo, this old lady's hands are shaking even more than my grandma's."

Huang Bo smiled, glanced at Zhang Ruonan, and was about to say something.

Her gaze suddenly froze, and she stopped teasing Sun Honglei, saying in a low voice, "Honglei, calm down for a bit. Didn't you see that he has an injury on his hand?"

"Injured?"

"Are you blind? Why are you wearing sunglasses?"

Sun Honglei took off his sunglasses, and his dim vision brightened. He first noticed the bandage wrapped around the old man's hand.

He immediately noticed the old man's face.

His gaze sharpened for a moment.

It looks somewhat familiar; it seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

Suddenly I realized something.

It was when they were young, at Huang Bo's home, at the dinner table, that Huang Bo's mother looked like.

They can't be said to be exactly the same.

They are about 70-80% similar.

Having already filmed one season of "Go Fighting!", I naturally know the show's tricks. Is it really just a coincidence, or were they extras in disguise?

unimportant.

Sun Honglei sensed that Huang Bo's gaze had changed.

No more joking around.

It wasn't something I deliberately put on to create a show effect.

Holding chopsticks in both hands, she gently poked at the contents of the bowl, her dazed gaze filled with a genuine, indescribable sorrow.

“Xiao Bo, don’t you think this old lady looks like…” Sun Honglei paused.

“Like the year my mother passed away,” Huang Bo interrupted.

He blinked a few times, gave Sun Honglei a smile, then looked at Zhang Ruonan and whispered, "Before my mother passed away, she always held her chopsticks like this when she ate."

Sun Honglei stopped arguing with Huang Bo and decided not to discuss the upcoming program tasks with him for the time being.

Because you can feel it.

Huang Bo put his heart into it.

Even if they were just extras from the production team in disguise, the production team still put in a lot of effort.

Zhang Ruonan noticed that Sun Honglei and Huang Bo were both looking at her.

She didn't dare to meet his gaze.

With a stiff neck, he stared intently at his bowl of noodles, mimicking the way Jiang Yang had taught him to eat noodles when his hand was injured.

The first time I picked up the chopsticks, they slipped from my hand.

His chest was close to the edge of the table.

I picked up the noodles a second time, but they shook too much and broke.

On the third attempt, I successfully picked up two pieces and shakily put them into my mouth.

Chew the noodles a few more times after putting them in your mouth, pretending you have bad teeth.

Each time you exert force, your brow furrows quickly, then you take a deep breath and immediately hold it in.

If it were me performing, I would try my best to portray the pain of grimacing.

However, Jiang Yang said that was just a way of acting out the situation, because the elderly usually endure the pain without crying out.

Soup spilled from the corner of his mouth, which he casually wiped away with his sleeve.

Imitating the old man's lack of concern for details.

Huang Bo took a tissue, wiped his reddened eyes, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to help, and forced a smile at Sun Honglei:
"Let's eat noodles. After we finish, let's hurry up and finish the rest of the tasks. I wonder how Wang Xun and Luo Zhixiang are doing. We need to hurry."

"Xiao Bo, aren't you going to help?"

"There's no need for that. You can tell it's definitely arranged by the production team. The acting is very clumsy."

Huang Bo shook his head and pretended to be carefree, looking around the noodle shop for security cameras.

She refused to look at Zhang Ruonan: "Director Yan definitely wants to see me sad. But I don't want to be sad. I'm not going to let the production team have their way."

"Xiao Bo, you're a real jerk."

The two smiled.

Eat the noodles faster.

Huang Bo stared at his bowl of noodles, no longer looking up, when he suddenly heard the voice of the old lady at the next table: "Hello? Son?"

I couldn't resist and turned my head to look.

I saw Zhang Ruonan take out an old-fashioned flip phone and receive a call from her son.

The year he left with his mother, they were using the same model of cell phone.

silver.

Smartphones weren't popular back then.

He paused, trying not to look, and continued eating his noodles with his head down.

Jiang Yang's voice came through the speakerphone: "Mom, have you registered at the hospital yet?"

Deliberately imitating the Qingdao accent.

He has the same accent as Huang Bo.

Zhang Ruonan said the lines she had memorized earlier: "I'm going now, it's not hanging up yet. I'm eating at the noodle shop. I'll go again in a bit."

"You can post it on the official WeChat account, who's going to queue up now!" Jiang Yang said anxiously.

Zhang Ruonan sighed, "Oh dear, I have no idea how to use a WeChat official account. I just know how to leave it there in the queue, but I don't know how to do it."

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I wish I were here with you," Jiang Yang said apologetically.

Zhang Ruonan smiled and said, "It's alright, you should focus on your work. I'll learn slowly. Son, it's not easy for you to earn money, so don't worry about me."

Huang Bo listened silently.

I don't know when, but I stopped joking with Sun Honglei.

Suddenly I smiled, because Zhang Ruonan's Qingdao accent was really awkward and sounded very deliberate.

Even though I knew it was fake.

But I can't help but take it to heart.

Sun Honglei was about to say something when he looked up and saw Huang Bo's reddened eyes. He was slightly taken aback: "Xiao Bo, didn't you just say..."

"What did I just say? I didn't say anything."

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his eyes: "The taste of the old noodle shop is just amazing. The chili sauce brought tears to my eyes. It's so potent."

He laughed dryly.

He got up and went to the next table, half-squatting in front of Zhang Ruonan: "Auntie, I'll teach you how to register on the WeChat official account. I know how." (End of this chapter)