Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Yang Chaoyue muttered something to himself.

The blinking speed was changed from rapid to deliberately slowed down, forcibly controlling the tear glands.

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang noticed that Yang Chaoyue's emotions were a bit off.

He turned off the tablet and gently stroked the back of Yang Chaoyue's head: "You did nothing wrong."

"Then why are they cursing me like that?"

Yang Chaoyue's reddened eyes met Jiang Yang's gaze.

Jiang Yang wanted to explain.

I think many people are like that.

Using a microscope to find flaws in others in order to cover up one's own mediocrity.

If you want to make a living in the internet industry, you have to accept these things.

Keyboard warriors will use the dirtiest words to insult the most filthy version of you in their imagination.

They don't care about the truth; they only enjoy the thrill of crucifying the other person.

Noticing Yang Chaoyue's trembling lower lip, he remained silent.

She simply smiled slightly, pursing her lips, and said, "Cry for a while."

Yang Chaoyue raised his voice: "Don't cry, I won't cry. So many people praised my acting, why should I cry? I should read the praise more."

That's what they say.

Suddenly, I remembered that comment that stung me the most.

Using your own softest spot as a target, and then laughing at yourself for not being magnanimous enough.

Her voice trembled with tears: "I saw people cursing my father to die. It's one thing for them to insult me, but why drag my father into it? I don't understand, I really don't understand."

The desperate climb upwards is merely an attempt to hide one's weaknesses where the fists cannot reach.

Jiang Yang didn't say anything.

He gently pulled Yang Chaoyue into his arms.

He let Yang Chaoyue's cheek press against his chest, his fingers gripping his collar.

It wasn't this comment that insulted his father that caused Yang Chaoyue to break down.

Instead, she imagined that with Yang Ge's guidance, her career would get better and better, and she would see more and more similar comments on the internet in the future.

I never imagined I would face such a situation.

"Yang-ge, I'm so afraid that my dad will be sad and worried about me if he sees those comments, and that it will make him feel bad..."

As he spoke, Yang Chaoyue's sobs grew louder and louder.

Suddenly she burst into tears.

Jiang Yang didn't say anything, but held Yang Chaoyue in his arms, stroking the back of her head with one hand and gently patting her back with the other.

Tian Xiwei dreamed that she was participating in the second round of auditions for the Beijing Dance Academy. She had just found out that she had achieved the best score in the academy when she was woken up by a crying sound.

The creases of the blanket were pressed into the side of the cheek.

Eyelids half-open, half-closed.

With my right hand still in the position of grabbing my phone to check my grades in the dream, I gently applied force, only to find that I was grasping at thin air.

He opened his eyes drowsily.

I realized I was dreaming.

In reality, I didn't even pass the preliminary exam for the Beijing Dance Academy.

The crying was real; it was coming from the living room, and she instinctively shrank her shoulders.

Turning his head to look, he realized that Yang Chaoyue was not beside him.

She rubbed her face, woke up, and hurriedly got out of bed. Her hair was disheveled and parted to one side. She noticed that both slippers on the floor belonged to the right foot.

Without even putting on shoes, she opened the side door barefoot and saw Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue sitting on the fabric sofa. Yang Chaoyue was leaning against Jiang Yang and crying loudly.

"Chaoyue got beaten up?" Tian Xi's eyes widened slightly, just about to ask.

She saw Jiang Yang make a shushing gesture towards her.

Immediately afterward, Jiang Yang typed a message on his phone with one hand to Tian Xiwei: [“The variety show that Chaoyue filmed earlier has aired, and there are some negative comments. Chaoyue couldn’t handle it. She saw one that cursed her father and said he should die, and she couldn’t help but cry.”]
Read through the message Jiang Yang sent.

Tian Xiwei understood what was going on and breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out she was scolded and cried.

Suddenly it dawned on me: the variety show I'd previously recorded had aired?
It was on the show "Go Fighting!", and I filmed it with Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei sat down on the other side of the sofa, picked up the tablet, and continued playing the video. The first thing she saw was the scene where Yang Chaoyue's scene ended.

Drag the progress bar to watch Yang Chaoyue's entire performance.

Tian Xiwei was immediately drawn into the story by the female beggar played by Yang Chaoyue.

When they see positive reviews, they smile. When they see negative reviews, their brows furrow deeply, and their canine teeth rub against the dead skin on their lower lip.

Even if the person being criticized isn't themselves, they'll still feel upset.

She also understood the relationship between Yang Chaoyue and her father.

If I were to curse my own family members, I don't know if I would cry, but I would definitely be very angry.

Tian Xiwei read every single comment praising Yang Chaoyue.

Tian Xi glanced at Yang Chaoyue again, her eyes flickering.

My first instinct was to ask, "Jiang Yang, will this variety show be available on TV?"

I didn't ask.

Because I know it's not appropriate to ask now.

Yang Chaoyue's crying gradually subsided, but she hadn't calmed down yet.

At the same time, I remembered.

This is a variety show broadcast on a major television network.

You can see it on TV, on Dragon TV.

"If I had been the one who played the little beggar with Jiang Yang back then, my parents and sister would have been able to see me on TV, and all those students who used to bully me at school would have been able to see me..." Tian Xiwei suddenly had this thought in her mind.

Suppress it immediately.

He cursed himself for being shameless.

She already has a role in "Fighter of the Destiny," which puts her at a higher starting point than Yang Chaoyue.

Tian Xiwei went out to buy breakfast.

I bought Yang Chaoyue's favorite savory tofu pudding and large meat buns.

There's also Chongqing noodles and hot and sour rice noodles, which are what Jiang Yang and I like to eat.

When they returned, they found that Yang Chaoyue had stopped crying.

She was still sobbing, lying on her side in Jiang Yang's arms.

Tian Xiwei placed the breakfast on the coffee table and opened Yang Chaoyue's Weibo.

The Weibo account was registered by Yang Chaoyue when she was still a factory worker.

No content has been published before.

Yesterday, at Jiang Yang's urging, I posted a video.

I remember opening Yang Chaoyue's follower list yesterday, and there were only a dozen or so followers, including official accounts such as Weibo Assistant and Fan Service Platform.

There are also WeChat sellers selling Putian shoes, and a blogger who posts inspirational articles, I don't know where he got them from.

When I clicked on it again, the number of followers had increased.

Tian Xiwei held her phone in both hands, changing her sitting posture from crossing her legs to sitting with her knees together.

The program had only been airing for a little over an hour.

Yang Chaoyue's Weibo followers increased by more than a thousand.

I secretly compared my Weibo follower count with Yang Chaoyue's.

I only have about thirty of them.

I have a cousin from my hometown.

There are classmates.

There's an ID called "Crayon Petty," which belongs to my younger sister.

The person with the ID "Antenna Short Circuit Baby" is Ye Qingzhu, a good friend from high school back in our hometown.

My husband and mother don't use Weibo.

The total number of fans is only about thirty, and they are mostly people I know in real life.

I silently crossed out my Weibo post.

"Chaoyue, your Weibo followers have increased so much! I almost thought I was looking at the wrong account." Tian Xi said in a Chongqing accent, her breath coming in short gasps.

Even though she was looking at Yang Chaoyue's Weibo follower count, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but feel her heart race.

There is envy.

Have expectations.

Could it be that one day in the future I will be like that?

Certainly possible.

"Really?" Yang Chaoyue came back to his senses, his voice tinged with a slight sob.

"Look, hurry up and open your Weibo, I want to see it too." Tian Xiwei leaned over, pulled out a tissue, and wiped Yang Chaoyue's face.
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P.S.: There's one more chapter, but it's under review. It will be released soon.

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