Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

After Jiang Yang finished washing up, he saw a message from Liu Haochun.

I understand Liu Haochun's concerns.

Between the lines, one can sense the other person's nervousness, anticipation, and anxiety about the future.

A girl with many worries, sincere and genuine.

I chatted with Liu Hao for a few minutes.

My younger sister is sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching variety shows on her phone.

The old man and his mother brought the prepared breakfast to the table.

On the dining table are sweet fermented rice balls made by Mom, symbolizing a sweet and happy life.

There are steamed egg custard and poached egg; eggs symbolize completeness, and it is hoped that the family will have a smooth and successful new year.

Each person also received a simple bowl of clear soup noodles.

The noodles are stretched long and cannot be broken, symbolizing longevity and a long life.

Suddenly I heard my younger sister shout angrily, "I want to eat instant noodles!"

Then came the old man's fierce voice: "Why are you eating instant noodles?"

"I got up so early to sweep, mop, clean, do laundry, and wake my brother up. I was so obedient, just so I could have instant noodles for breakfast. You're lying to me."

Hearing his younger sister crying in the living room, Jiang Yang didn't even raise an eyebrow.

got used to.

He went through the same thing when he was a child.

My mom will use the same methods she used on him to deal with my sister.

He sat down at the table, ate some glutinous rice balls, and chatted with the old man for a few minutes.

I saw my mom wearing an apron and slippers on one foot as she came out.

Holding another slipper in his hand, he pointed at Jiang Yueyue and said fiercely:
"Come here obediently, sit down next to your brother, finish this breakfast, finish the clear soup noodles, and also eat the glutinous rice balls and eggs. After you finish, as many instant noodles as you want, your brother will go and buy them for you."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang turned his head to look at his mother: "I'm too lazy to buy her instant noodles."

Jiang Yueyue stood in front of the sofa with her hands on her hips, stomping her left foot repeatedly, her neck stiff like an angry little goose: "I want to eat instant noodles right now, you didn't keep your word."

Mom tilted her head and stared at Jiang Yang, pointing the slipper at her younger sister:

"I'll count to three! One! Two..."

Jiang Yang pursed his lips, deciding not to meddle.

He continued eating his noodles while chatting with the old man about cars.

Listen to the old man bragging about how comfortable his Mercedes S-Class is to drive and how great the riding experience is.

In her mother, she seemed to see the shadow of Tian Xiwei's future.

My scalp goes numb just thinking about it.

I feel a little sorry for my old man.

I decided that after the New Year, when I took the old man's Mercedes-Benz S-Class, I would leave him a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes as compensation.

Jiang Yueyue initially insisted on staring back at her mother.

When I heard my mother calling me, I looked away and secretly tugged at the hem of my clothes.

The pain of the slipper hitting my buttocks came back to me.

When the count reached two, his calf muscles visibly tensed up. Without uttering a sound, he quickly sat down next to Jiang Yang, slurped up a mouthful of clear soup noodles, and stuffed a poached egg into his mouth: "Eat it!"

From standing tall and proud to hunching over and shrinking back, she only dared to sit on half of the chair.

A posture indicating readiness to flee at any moment.

He poked the fried egg until it was a mess, and deliberately made a sound by tapping the chopsticks against the bowl.

Silent protest.

The old man watched with amusement.

One was fierce and self-righteous, one was cowardly and convinced, and one laughed silently.

The old man slurped up a mouthful of noodles and said, "In my life, I only admire three people: Liu Qiangdong, Lei Jun, and the female group leader from my high school class."

"Dad, did the female group leader in your high school class become a famous entrepreneur?" Jiang Yueyue asked.

The old man shook his head: "She's not an entrepreneur. I didn't respect her at first, but after she became my wife, I was beaten into submission by her."

At this time of year, Jiangyang's parents would usually talk about his academic performance.

However, ever since they learned about Jiang Yang's last final exam results, the two of them realized something.

It turns out that her son is exceptionally talented.

Perhaps my own strictness stifled my son's talent. So I simply let go.

"Brother, this, um, this noodle stall owner..."

Jiang Yueyue's phone was playing the video of the second episode of this season's Go Fighting!

I watched it for an hour.

The scene follows Huang Lei to Caowei Street, and the camera zooms in on the noodle stall owner at the end.

She glanced at the screen casually at first, then her gaze suddenly fixed on him: "Brother, you look just like me."

"Yueyue, don't play on your phone while eating," Mom said.

Jiang Yueyue suddenly raised her voice, zoomed in on the screen, and showed the phone to her mother: "Mom, it really is my brother!"

The paused screen displayed Jiang Yang's name.

Mom was stunned for a moment.

The old man came closer to take a look.

Especially as the video continued to play, and Yang Chaoyue, who played a female beggar, appeared on screen and acted opposite Huang Lei, the two gradually realized something.

I have no appetite.

Use the large screen TV in the living room to cast the entire episode of "Go Fighting!"

The video then plays a clip of Jiang Yang and Huang Lei acting together.

In just twenty minutes.

The family played it three times in a row.

The noodles in the bowl were so soggy that I didn't even bother to eat them.

Mom sat on the sofa, tightly holding Jiang Yang's hand beside her.

I was delighted when I watched it for the first time.

I watched it a second time without saying a word.

By the third take, her eyes were red: "He acted so well, my son acted so well."

She suddenly realized something and touched Jiang Yang's face: "Are you wearing makeup?"

"No ah."

"Why do you have so many wounds on your face in the TV show?"

On the television screen, Jiang Yang's close-up shots were filmed in great detail.

Jiang Yang did his own makeup.

To recreate history and immerse the audience, it was revealed that during that period, noodle stalls often used inferior fuels such as pine wood for their stoves. When burning, the resin would burst, resulting in minor cuts and bruises on the noodle stall owners' faces and arms.

Jiang Yang had considered all of these things.

So add it when applying makeup.

"I was wearing makeup when filming," Jiang Yang explained, which put his mother at ease.

The old man didn't say a word at first, but the smile on his lips never faded.

While my wife is in a good mood.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, enjoying a rare moment of comfort while smoking in the living room.

The first time I watched it, I forgot to light my cigarette, and the mouthpiece got flattened by my teeth.

The smile on his lips was even brighter than a lit firework:
"The classmate I mentioned last time, his son is five years older than my son and has graduated from university. He's bragging that his son is an outstanding graduate. Turns out my son is already a star!"

"They're not celebrities, just a bunch of actors," Jiang Yang laughed.

"Why aren't extras stars? They are stars."

The old man laughed heartily.

Looking at Jiang Yang's thin clothing in the scene, his mother said, "What if he catches a cold wearing such thin clothes while filming?"

The old man then sent the recorded video to his relatives' group chat: "Oh my, I just took a look and found out my son is on TV. My son is really something, he didn't even tell his father that he was filming a movie."

Immediately afterwards, three grinning emojis were sent.

The most clumsy way for a middle-aged man to show off.

The father seized every opportunity to boast to relatives and friends about his good-for-nothing son, constantly chatting on his phone.

The mother, on the other hand, asked all sorts of questions.

Ask if filming is hard work.

Were you bullied on set?

Jiang Yang comforted them one by one, saying that he was doing quite well outside. (End of this chapter)