Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

They chatted for about an hour before finally stopping.

There are many things to do on New Year's Eve.

After breakfast, the whole family put up Spring Festival couplets and the character "福" (fortune).

The old man deliberately pasted the "福" (good fortune) character crookedly, waiting for his wife to finish scolding him before carefully pasting it straight.

Pasting the character "福" (fortune) upside down symbolizes the arrival of good fortune.

Red lanterns are hung on the balcony.

Paper-cut window decorations are pasted on doors and windows, and red elements are used to decorate the house, adding a festive atmosphere.

Then comes preparing the reunion dinner.

In the past, Mom and Dad were responsible for preparing the main ingredients such as chicken, duck and fish, while Jiang Yang and Jiang Yueyue helped pick vegetables, prepare seasonings, peel garlic and tidy up scallions.

But Jiang Yang and Jiang Yueyue haven't bought new clothes yet; they need to go to the mall to buy them.

Especially after learning that Jiang Yang had to pick up a classmate returning from the art exams in Nanjing at the high-speed rail station, Jiang's mother wouldn't let Jiang Yang do any chores:
“It’s alright, son. You go ahead with your work. You’re exhausted outside, so don’t do so much work when you get home. It’s heartbreaking for Mom.”

An old man sitting on a stool in the kitchen, picking vegetables, had a cigarette in his mouth: "I get tired from working outside all the time."

"Keep smoking. You haven't had enough at home today. If you keep smoking, you'll get lung disease sooner or later."

Jiang Ma raised her hand to stub out the cigarette, her movement fluid and graceful, while simultaneously hooking her foot into the trash can to catch the cigarette butt, and then said:
"You're tired, one more day won't make a difference! You can peel the garlic and seasonings in a bit."

I took my younger sister out.

Come to the street.

Jiang Yang could clearly sense that the atmosphere was different from usual.

Shops along the street all displayed red banners announcing their year-end clearance sales.

Sausages and Spring Festival couplets were hung on the security window.

The shop's speakers were playing Andy Lau's "Gong Xi Fa Cai" on repeat.

You can smell the aroma of sunflower seeds from the roasted nuts stall and the savory fragrance of the braised food shop.

A child was setting off a firework in an open space when a shout came from the balcony where the firework exploded: "Which short-lived brat is that!"

I bought some new clothes.

I drove my old Corolla out of the neighborhood.

As soon as Jiang Yueyue sat in the passenger seat, she rattled off a whole bunch of questions: "Is Uncle Huang Lei really that smart? Was the part where he guessed the password scripted?"

"How would I know? I didn't film that part."

"The camera is always filming you, so what do you do when you go to the toilet? Does the cameraman follow you?"

"Can't you focus on something normal?"

Jiang Yueyue asked curiously, "Brother! Do celebrities have to sign confidentiality agreements when they're dating? How much do they have to pay for breaching the agreement?"

"You watch too many idol dramas," Jiang Yang frowned.

Jiang Yueyue leaned forward, poking Jiang Yang with her finger every time she thought of a question.

Her feet were shaking under the seat, her shoelaces were untied: "If the director asked you to do a kissing scene, would you be shy, or would you want to brush your teeth first?"

At first, Jiang Yang was able to give perfunctory responses.

Annoyed by the questions, while waiting at a traffic light, he said, "Didn't you want to eat instant noodles?"

"Yes!"

"Want some of Little Chef's instant noodles?"

"Yes, we do eat it, but the scallion flavor is the best."

Jiang Yang opened the glove compartment on the passenger side and, sure enough, found two packets of Little Master instant noodles inside.

Scallion flavor.

Zhao Jinmai previously left this message: "You're chattering away, so noisy. Here's some food to shut you up."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yueyue tore open the packaging bag, grabbed the dough, crushed it, and tilted her head back.

And he didn't forget to lick his fingers.

Jiang Yang reminded her, "Keep the Water Margin cards inside; Zhao Jinmai wants to collect them."

"MaiMai plays Water Margin cards too?" Jiang Yueyue's eyes lit up.

"These two packets of instant noodles are what she left behind... Oh, and this too."

I brought a gift for my sister on this trip back. It's been sitting in the inside pocket of my clothes, but she kept bothering me so much that I almost forgot about it.

He took out a few postcards from his pocket and handed them to Jiang Yueyue.

My younger sister usually likes to follow gossip in the entertainment industry.

I saved this especially for my younger sister.

"what is this?"

"Celebrity autographs."

"Ming, from the star!"

Jiang Yueyue's heart raced. She took the postcard, looked at the words on it, and held her breath.

The first one is from Huang Lei. It reads: ["Jiang Yueyue, your brother told me you really like instant noodles. You choose C for questions you don't know on exams, but you should be as steadfast in your choices in life as you are in your love for instant noodles—Huang Lei."]
The second picture is of Yang Chaoyue: ["You are Xiaoyueyue, I am Dayueyue. Your brother said you have pimples on your face. Don't be afraid of these pimples, they will go away. I had two more pimples than you in junior high school, but I'm still on camera now. —Yang Chaoyue."]
There's a smiley face drawn on the back.

Then scroll down.

The next one reads: ["Jiang Yueyue, if I become a singer in the future, when you get into a top high school, I'll save a family ticket for you—Gulnazar—in the front row of my concert."]
Jiang Yueyue was startled.

My brother even knows Gulnazar!

That stunningly beautiful woman who ventured into the entertainment industry from Xinjiang is frequently seen trending on social media.

Does Gulnazar's post mean she'll become a singer in the future?

Do I consider myself to have firsthand knowledge of entertainment industry gossip?

Continue reading:

[“Jiang Yueyue, I’ve experienced all the troubles you’re going through now—skipping classes, failing exams—but looking back now, they’ve become my most precious memories—Zhang Ruonan.”]
Who is Zhang Ruonan?
do not know.

It must be a friend of my brother in the entertainment industry.

They might not be famous yet, just like their brother, who's still relatively unknown.

I'll quietly follow Zhang Ruonan's Weibo.

[“Jiang Yueyue, I’m not a big star. You’re the boss’s sister. I’m actually not that much older than you, so I feel quite unqualified to write this for you. The boss told me you’re in middle school. When you’re doing your homework late at night, remember to look up at the moon. I’m in another city, looking at the same moonlight as you. —Liu Haochun.”]
Who is Liu Haochun?
I don't know them either.

These are heartwarming words I wrote to myself.

Jiang Yueyue also followed Liu Haochun's Weibo account.

["Remember me, Yueyue? When your parents are nagging you, try turning up the volume on your music. It's not to encourage you to rebel, but to let you know that I understand all the little emotions of adolescence... Oh, by the way, pass this message to your brother: save those two packs of Little Master instant noodles in my car for me. I'll want some when I come to your house next time—Zhao Jinmai."]
After reading Zhao Jinmai's postcards.

Jiang Yueyue looked at the two empty Little Master instant noodles packaging bags in her hand.

She turned her head and glared at Jiang Yang: "Brother, you tricked me!"

Only one postcard remains.

The handwriting above is neat and tidy, with a slight cursive effect; it's clearly written by a girl.
[“Jiang Yueyue, if anyone says you're overthinking things, ignore them. Only sensitive people can see the starlight that others can't... Also, if you're bullied back home and your brother can't help you, tell me. I'll help you. I'm a girl too, and I study in Tongliang. I'm pretty good at fighting—Tian Xiwei.”]
Below the text on this postcard, in the blank space, is a drawing of a starry sky.

The brightest one is marked, and a single word is written on it: "You".

This Xiwei sister seems very reassuring.

Jiang Yueyue folded all the postcards into a fan shape in her hand, placed them in front of her chest, brushed her bangs aside to cover one eye, took a 45-degree upward angle selfie, and pouted at the camera.

Smooth the skin in the photo, add a vignette, and adjust the filter to a gray-green color.

Then I posted it on my QQ space with the following text: [“℡謌謌洅娱楽圈嗨，莪哏着闪闪发煷★╮”] (End of this chapter)