Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

On the tablet, a variety show started playing.

Because he didn't know at what time his scene with Jiang Yang would appear, Yang Chaoyue didn't fast-forward through it.

I didn't dare fast forward to watch it.

She curled up on the sofa, her toes unconsciously digging into the seams, her knees trembling slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the tablet screen.

Without her noticing, she grabbed Jiang Yang's hands and squeezed them repeatedly.

Finally, at the 40th minute of the playback, I saw my own image.

First, Jiang Yang, who plays the noodle stall owner, appears on camera and cooks noodles for Huang Lei.

Then the female beggar herself also appeared in the shot, acting alongside Huang Lei.

Yang Chaoyue was slightly stunned, his lips trembling: "Is this...is this really me?"

In the video.

Yang Chaoyue was dressed in coarse cloth short brown clothes, typical of poor people.

Patches upon patches, the edges worn down into a flocculent state.

Thick calluses on the soles of his feet, and dried mud clinging between his toes.

Her hair was haphazardly tied up with straw rope, mixed with straw and dust.

His face was deliberately smeared with ash, making his cheekbones, sunken from long-term hunger, stand out even more.

Dry, cracked lips and possible sores at the corners of the mouth are signs of malnutrition.

He was holding a broken bowl in his hand.

Yang Ge did my makeup and styling back then.

It's unbelievably realistic.

Yang Chaoyue muttered, "Are those hands really my hands?"

She suddenly flipped her palm over for comparison.

“It’s your hand, but it’s not just your hand; it’s the hand of all the people who couldn’t beg for food back then,” Jiang Yang replied.

Continue watching the video, focusing on the female beggar's body language.

He walked with a hunched back, his hands supporting his abdomen, due to prolonged hunger.

My fingers were unsteady when I held the bowl, and it slipped from my grasp.

When stealing vegetable leaves from Jiangyang's stall, his Adam's apple bobbed as he forced them into his mouth to swallow, but he would first look around warily.

Even though I know it's all an act, it feels so real that it's hard for me to believe.

"Brother Yang, so you actually trained my acting skills so well back then," Yang Chaoyue muttered.

"It wasn't me who coached you; you just acted well on your own."

"But I don't remember at all how I acted it out back then."

"Because you were already completely immersed in the role, I was just adding icing on the cake. The real power lies within yourself."

She understood that Jiang Yang was trying to comfort her.

Yang Chaoyue glanced at Jiang Yang, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, she had an urge to hug Jiang Yang.

She simply wanted to give Jiang Yang a hug and smell his scent.

Even just being grumpy when you wake up is fine.

I couldn't afford to think about that.

It's important to watch this episode of Go Fighting!

She continued watching the screen, which had reached the part where Jiang Yang wanted to leave her character, the female beggar, at the noodle stall to help him with his work.

Jiang Yang's voice came from the tablet: "...You wouldn't want to see your father die of illness on your moldy mattress, would you?"

Yang Chaoyue's smile suddenly froze.

Slide it downwards little by little.

Memories of playing the female beggar gradually filled my mind.

Ordinary people struggling at the bottom of society in a chaotic world often fight and rob to buy medicine for their father, who is about to die of illness, and they themselves are about to starve to death.

The noodle stall owner gave me hope.

She let go of Jiang Yang's hand, hugged her knees, curled up, and wrapped herself up in the air-conditioning blanket like a cocoon.

Only her eyes were visible, and they were red-rimmed. In reality, her father had a back injury at the time and couldn't afford to go to the hospital.

Later, after Yang helped him make money, his father's health improved, and he stopped worrying about him being away from home.

They might even boast about themselves to their relatives and friends in the village, feeling proud of themselves.

It's only been three months since she played the female beggar and the show aired.

She herself completed the transformation from a factory worker to an actress.

I gradually lost contact with my old friends from the factory.

My family's life is getting better and better.

I came into contact with important figures that I never dared to imagine before.

He received a contract with a share of the film's revenue, amounting to 21 yuan.

We are drifting further and further away from old friends, and getting closer and closer to new friends who were once out of reach.

Suddenly a world away.

In the variety show footage, after the female beggar finished her scene, Huang Lei commented from the side:

"This performance didn't grab my heart or scratch my heart, but touched my heart little by little. By the time I realized it, I had already been drawn in. If this were my daughter, even if I knew it was acting, I still couldn't bear it."

Speaking of it.

Pause for a few seconds.

Huang Lei lowered his gaze, staring at the pot in the noodle stall: "Do you know how good this performance was? So good that I just realized the noodles in the pot were almost mushy. Boss, no offense, but these noodles are overcooked!"

The last few words instantly awakened Yang Chaoyue's fear of the noodles Huang Lei cooked.

Come to your senses.

In the variety show video, Yang Chaoyue's role as the female beggar has ended.

I deliberately paused to watch the comments.

Because Jiang Yang played a supporting role in this scene, while Yang Chaoyue's female beggar was the main character, most of the comments were about Yang Chaoyue.

Watching the comments scroll by closely:

[“This actor isn’t playing a beggar; he’s portraying someone who survived in chaotic times. That’s how I starved to death in my past life.”]
[“The female beggar’s eyes were incredible; the transformation from wariness to despair.”]
[“I need the actress’s name. I need all her information within three seconds.”] Clicking on this comment, I saw a follow-up comment: [“When they appeared, didn’t they have names? The guy was called Jiang Yang, and the girl was called Yang Chaoyue. I felt something was off when I noticed the extras had names.”]
The spine went from being curled up to gradually straightening.

Yang Chaoyue watched with a smile, covering her mouth and chuckling.

She got up to pour Jiang Yang a glass of water.

The soles of my feet, clad in slippers, unconsciously patted the floor, as if I were walking on clouds.

He was humming a song that was out of tune.

She then asked Jiang Yang what breakfast he wanted, saying she would go buy it later and bring Tian Xiwei's as well, since Tian Xiwei should be up by then.

I sat back down and continued watching the comments.

As I watched, I noticed that the rhythm of the comments changed.

More than a dozen negative reviews appeared.

[“How can someone this ugly be qualified to act? Why do these extras get so much screen time? They must have connections.”]
Yang Chaoyue's smile was forced.

I am not a person with connections at all.

She went through interviews, auditions, and screen tests before finally getting the role.

[“He was faking it; he didn’t actually swallow the vegetable leaves.”]
It's swallowed.

I made sure I swallowed all the vegetable leaves!

[“How many times does he have to sleep with the director to get more scenes? This extra must be really slutty in real life.”]
Yang Chaoyue's lower lip trembled slightly.

Jiang Yang had previously told himself that there would definitely be trolls in the comments section.

At the time, I didn't think it mattered.

If someone criticizes you, it means that someone is paying attention to you, which is a good thing.

However, when I actually see these comments, even if I know they are false, even if they are ridiculously false, I still can't help but feel uncomfortable.

Especially this one: ["I suggest checking if her father really died of illness. Without the death of a father, she couldn't have portrayed such emotions."]
There are very few similar bullet comments.

Yang Chaoyue saw each and every one of them clearly.

The most painful thing is never the arrow shot at you, but the needle stuck in your loved ones.

"Brother Yang, what did I do wrong?" (End of Chapter)