Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Huang Bo was slightly taken aback.

Sigh.

Take a screenshot of your chat history with Zhang Ruonan and send it to Jiang Yang:
"Xiao Jiang, for Huang Lei's sake, I've really played the bad guy for you this time. I've tested her out, and she's a good employee. Zhang Ruonan is probably heartbroken right now, so you have to comfort her. She's such a wonderful girl."
Jiang Yang replied: ["Thanks, Brother Bo. I'll definitely do a cameo role in your film or television series sometime, no money required."]
[“Also, could you come over and do my makeup and styling sometime? The makeup you did for Zhang Ruonan today made me cry so much.”]
"It's all negotiable."
I had privately added Huang Bo's contact information and Huang Lei's WeChat account long ago.

Take another close look at the chat history screenshots that Huang Bo provided.

I know he's another old fox.

He really wanted to poach Zhang Ruonan, but failed, so he said he was just testing her.

In the entertainment industry, none of those who have reached this age are easy to deal with.

Everyone understood what was going on, and they all gave each other a way out, remaining silent on the matter.

I put my phone away and looked up.

We've arrived at the old post office and seen Huang Lei.

Huang Lei, wearing a dark gray fleece stand-up collar jacket with a mission badge pinned to his left chest, arrived at the old-fashioned post office at the intersection of Zhongshan Middle Road and Renmin North Road in Songjiang.

There is a green cast iron mailbox at the entrance.

The ground was paved with cracked hexagonal tiles, and weeds grew in the gaps.

Behind them are red brick arcade buildings from the 80s, with blue and white striped bed sheets drying on the second floor.

Across the street, there's an old lady's zongzi (sticky rice dumpling) stall, with steam rising from an aluminum pot on a coal stove.

Holding hands with Huang Yici, Huang Yici looked at the zongzi stall across the street, swallowed hard, and said, "Dad, they sell zongzi over there."

"Want some? Let's go buy some." As he spoke, Huang Lei led his daughter toward the zongzi stall, glancing at the price list and calculating the expenses.

The budget provided by the production team is limited.

Huang Yici first grabbed her father's clothes and then suddenly let go: "But Dad, the program team doesn't have much money left for us, it's almost gone."

“If you spend it all, Dad will earn more for you. I can’t let you go hungry.”

"It's okay, I can bear with it."

"It's okay for Dad to go hungry. Dad is fat and has a lot of fat. If you go hungry, you won't grow tall."

Huang Lei pinched his stomach and looked down at his daughter.

Duoduo is wearing a bright yellow down jacket with hand-drawn "Dad's Team" graffiti on the back.

She wore navy blue corduroy overalls with a strawberry-shaped brooch.

The shoes were fluorescent pink snow boots, and when they arrived at the zongzi stall, zongzi leaves were stuck to the soles of the boots.

He was holding the old map that the production team had given him.

A bell was tied to her wrist; the mission required her to prevent herself from getting lost.

Huang Yici took the zongzi her father bought, blew on it to warm it up, took a bite, and found it delicious.

After Dad pays, we continue with the next task.

Suddenly, I noticed a tall figure walking towards me.

He tilted his head to look.

The other person was wearing a faded railway uniform, army green canvas pants with square patches on the knees, and dirty Warrior shoes.

A card for help for the deaf and mute hung around his neck, the writing blurred by rain.

The bluish-gray birthmark on her right cheek was treated with special makeup by Jiang Yang.

Huang Yici first looked at Jiang Yang's dirty shoes, then his patched pants, and then his clothes.

A bottom-up child's perspective.

The image that remains frozen on Jiang Yang's deaf-mute help card hanging around his neck reads: "So pitiful."

In the director's car.

Yan Min gripped the walkie-talkie: "Camera crew, pay attention, Jiang Yang is about to start his scam. Huang Lei knows Jiang Yang, and Jiang Yang's gaze should be on Huang Lei's daughter, Huang Duoduo. Be sure to film close-ups."

Jiang Yang walked over slowly.

When Huang Yici looked at him, he immediately lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the help card.

It manifests as feelings of inferiority.

His posture was hunched over.

Shoulders are turned inward, and there is a slight limp when walking.

To imitate manual laborers who suffer from chronic malnutrition.

He took off the sign for help from his neck, bent down and handed it to Huang Yici, then bent his arm and gestured with sign language.

Huang Yici couldn't understand Jiang Yang's sign language for the deaf and mute.

I can read the handwritten words on the help sign.

At the very top, written in pencil and repeatedly underlined: [Please take a look; my life can still be rewritten.]
The first line below reads: Deafness and muteness caused by a railway accident in 1993.

Huang Yici pouted.

He handed the zongzi he had just bought to Jiang Yang with both hands: "I read very slowly, so you should eat this first and not go hungry."

Jiang Yang kept bowing.

I took the zongzi and ate it without any guilt.

Huang Yici lowered her head and continued reading.

Jiang Yang deliberately made a sign asking for help.

[I can fix bicycles, change light bulbs, and unclog toilets; with just 20 yuan for tools, I can support myself.]
The signature at the bottom is a simple, crooked drawing of a train engine.

"Is 20 yuan enough? I can give you more." After saying that, Huang Yici looked up at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang remained silent.

Huang Yici asked again, smiling, "Is 20 yuan enough?"

Jiang Yang tilted his head, took out paper and pen, and wrote on it: "I can't hear you, but I can see your kindness."

Huang Yici's smile froze.

If I can't hear myself, I won't be able to hear my parents talking.

I'm glad I'm a healthy person.

Sympathize with the other person's plight.

She blinked, pouted again, and took out her small wallet, the coins inside jingling.

It was part of the funding provided by the production team.

Dad asked me to keep it.

He grabbed a bunch of coins, didn't even count them, and stuffed them into Jiang Yang's hand.

Huang Lei had just finished paying and was looking at the new task assigned by the program team on his phone when he heard a noise and looked to his side.

His gaze swept over Jiang Yang.

It looks familiar.

I recognized it in a second.

Jiang Yang is back as an extra again; he really hasn't forgotten his roots. He must have been called here by Yan Min, and his pay has probably gone up quite a bit.

Jiang Yang and Jiang Yang exchanged a glance, both suppressing their laughter.

Huang Lei suddenly realized something was wrong.

He pressed down on Huang Yici's hand as she handed money to Jiang Yang, his smile fading.

This kid's got his eye on his daughter.

He pointed at Jiang Yang, bent down and said to Huang Yici, "Duoduo, he's a liar."

"A liar?" Huang Yici's eyes widened.

He looked up at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang continued writing on the paper: "I'm not a liar, I just can't find a job."

The handwriting was crooked, as if he hadn't written in a long time.

He erased it immediately after writing it, as if he regretted confessing.

Immediately afterwards, Huang Yici saw the other person draw a smiley face, point to her strawberry brooch, and give a thumbs up.

Silent praise for her kindness.

“Dad, he’s so pitiful, he needs help, how could he be a liar?” Huang Yici frowned.

Huang Lei was about to say something.

He heard his daughter continue, "He just praised me for being kind."

“Duoduo, there are many people in the world who live by hurting the kindness of others.” Huang Lei squatted down to look Duoduo in the eye, setting aside his fatherly authority.

Looking at Jiang Yang, I noticed that his eyes were red and he was wiping away tears.

Huang Lei felt a chill run down his spine.

He came specifically for his daughter. He wasn't satisfied with just eating her rice dumplings; he also wanted her money.

He himself was still hungry.

“Dad, even if he’s a liar, I’m willing to let him hurt me.”

"why?"

“I saw him a long time ago. I saw him helping the post office lady hold the door open.”

Huang Yici continued, "Also, if he could hear it, why didn't he cover his ears when the firecrackers went off so loudly?"

Huang Lei's breath hitched for a moment, then he felt a sense of relief. He felt his daughter's kindness, but also Jiang Yang's malicious intentions.

They've had their eyes on Duoduo for a long time.

The details were so numerous that he didn't know how to explain them.

Forget it.

Consider it a lesson Jiang Yang can teach Duo Duo.

It's better to be fooled by Jiang Yang on the show than by other bad people in real life.

If Duoduo were to pretend not to see it, it might be more painful for her than being deceived.

He let Duo Duo hand money to Jiang Yang.

The coin was covered in sugar stains, and she also gave Jiang Yang the candy she had bought earlier.

They successfully scammed the money.

Jiang Yang's performance ended, and he prepared to leave.

"Can you teach me a sign language gesture?" Huang Duoduo suddenly tugged at Jiang Yang's sleeve.

Only then did she realize that Jiang Yang couldn't hear her.

She took out a piece of paper, wrote something, and showed it to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang nodded repeatedly and wrote down a line: "Sure, what gesture do you want to learn?"

“I love you.” Huang Yici wrote down.

After Huang Yici performed the gestures in the church.

Huang Yici then wrote a second line:

"The future will be better. Don't give up. You can always achieve great things. You will definitely become rich."

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback.

Huang Yici then wrote another line and handed it to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang bent down and took it, looking at it for several seconds. It read: "If you're not happy, I can let you play with my Transformers. I have one at home. I hope you're happy every day and can play with toys every day."

Jiang Yang's eyelashes trembled.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on Huang Yici.

Huang Yici was making the gestures that Jiang Yang had just taught her.

First, she pointed her index finger at herself.

Place your five fingers together and stroke over the left chest, near the heart.

Finally, the index finger pointed to Jiang Yang.

His movements were clumsy yet earnest, a wide smile spreading across his face as he spoke slowly, "I—love—you."

Jiang Yang was stunned.

Huang Lei stood to the side, a relaxed smile on his face.

Especially when she realized that Jiang Yang also didn't know how to deal with things, she proudly said, "My daughter, haha, this is my daughter. Don't you feel any guilt for cheating my daughter out of her money?"

Jiang Yang patted Huang Yici's head.

He looked up at Huang Lei.

Both of them smiled, especially when Huang Lei saw that Jiang Yang couldn't speak and could only hold back his laughter, and gave him a thumbs up. Huang Lei laughed even more heartily.

In the director's car.

Yan Min, holding the walkie-talkie, adjusted the channel: "Jiang Yang, you can leave now. Excellent!"

After recording the program in the morning, I took Zhang Ruonan to the high-speed rail station to go home in the afternoon.

When I got back to Fuli Residential Area in the evening, I was so tired that I went to bed early.

the next morning.

Yang Chaoyue heard a message notification sound from his phone, which was placed on the bedside table.

She groggily reached for the bedside table, bumping into a water glass first and nearly knocking it over.

After getting the phone, I squinted and turned on the screen.

She discovered that it wasn't someone who sent her the message.

Instead, I received a notification.

The second season of "Go Fighting!", which I've been following, has just started airing.

After understanding, Yang Chaoyue sat up with a whistling sound as he exhaled.

Suddenly, I held my breath.

She tried to keep quiet, afraid of waking Tian Xiwei, who was sleeping soundly beside her.

He tried to hook his slipper with his toes, but ended up kicking the bed leg.

I don't know how well I performed before.

I wonder what the edited version of the program will look like.

I don't know if the audience will like my performance.

He can see all his relatives and friends, including his father, mother, and sister.

I was very nervous when I filmed my first movie, and now that I know the movie I'm in is going to be shown to the audience, I'm even more nervous.

I don't dare watch it alone.

When I went to the bathroom to wash my teeth, my hands were shaking so much that I squeezed out the toothpaste several times.

When looking in the mirror, splash your face with cold water.

Let yourself wake up.

Her wet hair was casually tied into a crooked ponytail, with stray hairs on the left side not tucked in.

The ends of her hair were still dripping wet.

There was toothpaste residue on my cheeks; I hadn't washed them properly in my haste.

The slippers were worn on both left feet, and Tian Xiwei's slipper was also put on.

Arriving at Jiang Yang's door, she knocked and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Yang, wake up! Let's watch a variety show, our variety show."

Not a moment later.

The door opens.

Jiang Yang had a pillow mark on his right cheek, and his frizzy hair stood on end.

He glanced at Yang Chaoyue.

She raised her hand to wipe away the toothpaste foam from Yang Chaoyue's mouth, her voice bubbly with the sound of someone just waking up: "You can't even wash your face properly."

"Are you talking about me? Your hairstyle looks like it's been blown up by a cannon," Yang Chaoyue laughed.

do not know why.

Upon seeing Jiang Yang, her tense mood eased considerably: "Brother Yang, use your phone to look."

Why use mine?

"I don't have the money to pay for a membership."

"You're rich now, why are you so stingy, Yang the Beggar?"

Jiang Yang took the tablet out of the room and handed it to Yang Chaoyue.

After washing up in the bathroom and regaining some clarity, I saw Yang Chaoyue sitting on the fabric sofa in the living room with the air conditioner on.

Her legs were covered with an air-conditioning blanket.

The tablet was propped up on the coffee table, and the page for the second episode of the second season of "Go Fighting!" had just started airing; it was currently paused.

She took out her phone and texted her father: "Dad, I'm on TV!"
After typing, hover your thumb over the send button.

I want my father to know.

I'm also afraid of not performing well.

My first time on television felt like walking barefoot on broken glass.

They were afraid that the sound wouldn't be loud enough, but they were also afraid that the sound would be too unpleasant.

In the end, it was never sent.

After deleting the messages, the phone was placed face down on the lap.

Unconsciously, she hooked her little finger around the seam of the sofa.

Yang Chaoyue looked up and saw Jiang Yang push open the balcony door and come in. She patted the seat next to her and said, "Brother Yang, come quickly... I'm so afraid that our clip will be played, and that people will curse us in the comments."

"What's there to be afraid of? Just consider it an insult; it's all out of jealousy."

"Ok!"

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips.

I understand the道理 (principles/reasons), but adapting to them is difficult.

They are especially afraid that their family members will see the comments criticizing them.

As soon as Jiang Yang sat down next to him, Yang Chaoyue suddenly grabbed Jiang Yang's hand, his calves tensed, and tapped the play button on the tablet screen.
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PS:

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you to the assassin novelist for the 2000 points. I feel that under this lucky charm, any effort I make seems ridiculous and unconvincing, especially since I am indeed relatively weak."

Liu Haochun: "Thank you to the author of the assassination novel for the 3000 points. Every character I play is a part of my personality."

Li Yitong: "Thank you to the assassin novelist for the 2000 points. Without destruction, there is no construction. Without breaking down an old self, there is no way to build a new self."
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Liu Haochun: "Why are you criticizing me? I didn't do anything wrong... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)