Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Yang Chaoyue continues to update Weibo's data.

I discovered that the account that had just sent me a negative review had posted another one:
[“In the bonus footage of ‘Go Fighting!’, you said you didn’t even go to college. How pathetic. You don’t even have the right for me to dislike you, because I’m not some good-for-nothing who didn’t finish junior high school. There’s no comparison between us.”]
Yang Chaoyue's eyes flickered.

I hate it when people ask me which university I went to.

It's like asking a lame person, "What's wrong with your leg?"

I sat up straight and looked down at the comment for a while.

Not having gone to university is a regret I will always carry in my heart.

If I had the income I have now, I definitely wouldn't have dropped out of school to work.

But if I hadn't dropped out of school to work, I wouldn't have met Brother Yang, and I wouldn't have the income I have now.

Everyone tells themselves that money is important.

Only Yang Ge is encouraging himself to improve his education.

She edited her text to reply to this negative comment: ["You're so lucky! I've heard college life is amazing."]
It was followed by a thumbs-up emoji.

Yang Chaoyue's fingers trembled slightly as he typed, but after sending the message, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Brother Yang, I will definitely get into university!"

"I believe you. We'll go to university together then," Jiang Yang replied.

"Okay! Let's go together!"

Yang Chaoyue continued, "After I get into university, I want my alma mater to hang my photo on the wall of honor and write, 'Outstanding Alumnus Yang Chaoyue!'"

Suddenly, she lowered her eyes and said, "But Yang, if I don't get into university, will you think I'm terrible?"

"Education is a bronze medal, ability is a silver medal, connections are a gold medal, but you, Chaoyue, will always be my trump card."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue pursed his lips, his eyes slightly reddening.

She snuggled into Jiang Yang's arms.

"What are you doing again?"

"Lean on, lean on."

Nestled in Jiang Yang's arms, I always feel especially safe.

Let me refresh my Weibo comment section again.

Yang Chaoyue noticed that under the negative comment she had just received, someone was defending her:
"Some people have diplomas but don't even know how to write the word 'respect.' Chaoyue never went to university, but she knows better than you how to be a decent human being."
Surprisingly, someone was willing to help me.

While sensing the malice of strangers, I also sensed their kindness.

Clicking on this account, I found it belonged to a female blogger, whose Weibo posts contained many everyday photos.

There are selfies taken with the front-facing camera of a mobile phone, photos of people making peace signs in the mirror, and photos of people resting their chins on their hands and acting cute.

There are also photos in the style of Korean street photography.

Some photos show people smiling beautifully, while others look quite funny.

The latest Weibo post, published a week ago, is behind-the-scenes footage from a Taobao photoshoot.

The caption reads: "A nine-grid selfie in the mirror fitting room, with the caption: 'New Mori Girl style sweater available for photoshoot.'"

Scrolling further back, there's a Weibo post complaining about photo editing: "I spent 3 hours editing my legs and they're still not thin enough [angry]".

Yang Chaoyue flipped through the list one by one.

You can tell that the other person is a Taobao model.

His Weibo signature reads: "Libra born in 94, a happy dreamer."

She is an older sister who is four years older than me.

Scroll down further.

I saw a Weibo post with a 45-degree upward angle shot of my profile, and the caption read: "Youth is a non-stop series of missed opportunities."

There was a strange sense of familiarity about it.

Both the photo angle and the caption seem familiar.

I remembered.

It was in Yang Ge's QQ space post.

Yang Ge once posted a similar message, but instead of simplified Chinese characters, he used: 靑椿媞场驫卟諪蹄の措过.

The accompanying photo shows a woman sitting in a dimly lit stairwell, wearing a white tank top, holding a cigarette, and puffing smoke at the camera.

The filter was adjusted to a black and white color scheme.

It hurts my eyes just thinking about it.

Looking at the photos of roadside food the other person took two months ago, the caption read: "Late-night food porn! Fellow Jiangsu natives will understand."

It was followed by a drooling emoji.

There are osmanthus-flavored taro, plum blossom cake, and Wuxi-style steamed buns.

These are all specialty foods from Jiangsu.

I reread the words the other person said in support of me under that negative comment in my comment section.

It's as if I see a female warrior raising her hand to seek justice for herself.

A complete stranger took a knife for him.

Yang Chaoyue sent the other party a private message: ["Sister, thank you for speaking up for me in my comment section."]
The reply I received was: ["Seeing you reminds me of when I first started modeling. I was also told that modeling is a short-lived career with no future. Now I print out all the bad comments and put them on the studio wall as an inspirational wall. [Go for it!]"]
"I'm from Jiangsu too." Yang Chaoyue sent the message.

The reply received read: ["Hey fellow countryman, where in Jiangsu are you from? I'm from Changzhou."]
Changzhou?

It's more than 200 kilometers away from my hometown of Yancheng, on the south bank of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, which is also a coastal city.

Yang Chaoyue excitedly showed his phone screen to Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, someone helped me fight back against that bad comment in my comment section. It was someone from my hometown, a Taobao model, a very beautiful lady."

"Oh?"

Jiang Yang turned his head to look over.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message to the other party: "I'm from Yancheng, can we add each other on WeChat?"
The other party replied: ["Of course you can! I couldn't help but speak up when I saw you being bullied. We Jiangsu girls can't let anyone bully us."]
["Where in Changzhou is your sister from? Every time I go back to Yancheng, I want to go to the Changzhou Dinosaur Park! My dad promised to take me when I was little, but it still hasn't happened."]
Received reply: ["My home is in Jintan District, which is very close to the Dinosaur Park in Xinbei District. Next time you come, I'll take you there and treat you to silver noodle soup~"]
Jiang Yang's gaze swept across the contents of the message.

The image is frozen on the other person's Weibo nickname: Bailu my.

He reached out and put his arm around Yang Chaoyue's waist.

I'm growing to like Chaoyue more and more; she's definitely my star performer. I've also gotten in touch with Bailu.

There are currently no extra binding slots available.

Once Chaoyue finishes filming Zetianji, there will be two more binding slots, so Bailu can also be bound to it.

Yang Chaoyue's body trembled involuntarily, and his spine straightened instantly.

Looking down, she realized it was Jiang Yang's hand reaching out. Without raising her head, she instinctively leaned into Jiang Yang's arms.
"Brother Yang, I've made some friends online."

"Well done," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

A little while later, Yang Chaoyue brought up the previous negative comment: "Brother Yang, if I become more famous in the future, will more people like me?"

"Will do."

"Wouldn't that mean even more people would criticize the person who gave me this negative comment?" Yang Chaoyue's voice trailed off with an uncertain upward inflection.

"Will do."

“Then…” Yang Chaoyue unconsciously repeated the pursing motion, leaving teeth marks on his lower lip, and said, “Then I’ll delete the video I posted.”

"why?"

"I'm afraid the person who insulted me will be cyberbullied."

The Foggy City High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

Zhou Ye, holding a bouquet of jasmine flowers he had bought, arrived at the pick-up point.

Look up.

Bright red lanterns hang under the dome of the high-speed railway station.

The electronic screen displays train arrival information on a scrolling basis.

The station was filled with the aroma of fried dough twists and the smell of hot pot broth from a passenger.

At the arrival gate, a local auntie wearing coral fleece pajamas was there to greet people, carrying a spicy noodle delivery.

Some migrant workers were carrying woven bags, with cotton quilts and paint buckets sticking out of the bag openings.

There were tour guides wearing little red hats, and their flags read "Three Gorges Three-Day Tour".

Zhou Ye looked down and carefully examined the flowers he had bought.

The light green matte paper wrapping is printed with the Huachaomen Flower Shop logo.

The ties were made of bluish-yellow silk.

Twenty double-petaled jasmine flowers, their buds like pearls, their half-open blossoms like mini ballet skirts.

Three eucalyptus leaves are used as garnish, and the leaves still have moisture from being refrigerated.

The base of the flower stem was wrapped in water-soaked absorbent cotton and then wrapped in tin foil to resemble a candy.

I wonder what kind of flowers Jiang Yang likes.

The reason I chose jasmine is because the flower language of jasmine is: pure love and sincere feelings.

The meaning is to send you jasmine, wishing you will never leave.

Take a look at the time.

It's already 12:30.

I've been so busy until now that I realized I haven't checked the entrance exam scores for the Beijing Film Academy yet.

I took out my phone, opened the Beijing Film Academy's official website, entered my exam number, and after a few seconds of pause, my art exam results appeared.

Candidate Name: Zhou Ye

Examination Admission Ticket Number: 1610****
Applying for: Acting Department (Drama and Film Performance)
Preliminary test result: Passed.

Professional ranking: 512st (2467 people passed the initial test in this field)
Seeing the bold green "pass," Zhou Ye's heart pounded faster.

You passed the preliminary test!
As expected, judging from the examiner's reaction at the time, I could have predicted it. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I actually saw my score.

Excitedly, she messaged Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, I passed the preliminary exam! I can check my results now. Your ranking must be very high!"
My finger hovered over the send button, but I didn't send it.

Not urgent.

We'll talk about this after I pick up Jiang Yang.

I want to see what Jiang Yang's grades page looks like.

Delete that line and send Jiang Yang a new message: ["Jiang Yang, I'm at the pick-up point."]
Jiang Yang replied: "Okay."
Jiang Yang's second message followed immediately: ["I brought one of my company's artists with me, is that convenient?"]
company?

Jiang Yang started a company?
Zhou Ye's gaze lingered on the word "company" for several seconds.

It felt very abrupt.

It's a word that's far removed from one's own life.

Yet, there was a nagging feeling that this might be quite normal for Jiang Yang.

She typed back: "Convenient."
Add an OK emoji after it.

I also want to know what kind of artists Jiangyang Company has.

Jiang Yang sent a message: ["What does the OK gesture you sent mean?"]
Zhou Ye edited the text: [“It just means there’s no problem, what’s wrong?”]
Jiang Yang replied: ["It's nothing, I was overthinking it. I thought he meant he was going to flick me on the forehead. I was scared by a little kid before."]
Does the "OK" gesture in the emoji mean to flick the other person's forehead?
Looking at that expression, Zhou Ye felt it made more and more sense.

learned.

From now on, I'll flick the elders' heads in the family group chat whenever I feel like it.

Gulnazar's van came to a stop in the parking lot of the high-speed rail station, and she got out wearing a mask and sunglasses.

Wearing high heels, I took the elevator to the arrival area and saw a familiar figure.

"Zhou Ye?"

She was the girl I met when I was practicing playing a blind person.

Gulnazar smiled and instinctively wanted to go up and say hello.

Resist that thought.

This is not a very convenient occasion.

Too many people.

If I show up, it might cause crowding at the arrival area.

Looking at the flowers Zhou Ye was holding, I roughly understood what was going on.

Is it a gift for a friend, or for a guy?
Zhou Ye is at the age where she is in the innocent and naive stage of youth, and is easily deceived by scumbags.

Gulnazar was wearing a brown trench coat, with her hands in her pockets and her shoulders leaning forward.

The trench coat fabric is stretched taut.

The high heels were deliberately worn lightly, so that there was only a dull thud when they stepped on the marble slab, not a crisp sound.

The sunglasses slipped down slightly, revealing a sliver of the eyes, the shadows cast by the eyelashes trembling.

Her neck turned slightly in sync with Zhou Ye's head turn.

I've been through many relationships.

Each time it ended with him getting hurt.

Even this time will be the same.

So I don't want to see this kind-hearted younger sister get hurt by a scumbag.

Quietly approaching Zhou Ye from behind, following him at a short distance, while waiting for Jiang Yang and keeping an eye on the person Zhou Ye was going to pick up.

"I prayed to Guanyin Bodhisattva that Zhou Ye would be happy for the rest of his life."

Many images appeared in my mind.

If it's a boy...

If it turns out he's a scumbag who played with Zhou Ye's feelings, accepting flowers from her even though he already has a girlfriend.

I'll play the role of a female bodhisattva for once and slap her across the face!

If you bring your girlfriend and accept flowers from Zhou Ye, you'll even slap her too!
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PS:

Zhuang Dafei: "Thank you for the 10000 Oscar points for encountering flaws... You don't have to become a better version of yourself, you just need to accept yourself."

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