Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Yang Chaoyue smiled slightly.

In a Weibo private message, I sent Tian Xiwei the message: [Xiwei, thank you.]
My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds, but I didn't send the message.

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There's no need for me and Xiwei to be so polite.

She silently gave Tian Xiwei's comment a thumbs up.

They continued releasing sky lanterns. The fireballs were lit, and the lanterns rose into the air. A group of teenagers from the village gathered around: "Sister Chaoyue, we need to write words on the lanterns!"

"Oh yes."

Yang Chaoyue was so busy scrolling through Weibo that he forgot that the Lantern Festival involves lighting sky lanterns, which is a way to pray for good fortune.

Ever since news of Yang Chaoyue becoming an actor and appearing on television spread throughout the village, during the Spring Festival period, the village children always swarmed around Yang Chaoyue.

I enjoy listening to Yang Chaoyue talk about things that happened on set.

Hearing Yang Chaoyue recount a few fragments, he would proudly show them off to his close friends as if they were precious treasures.

Yang Chaoyue took out a bold red pen and wrote his wish on the Kongming lantern: [I want to get rich!]
I don't know which kid shouted, "Why write about getting rich? Write about becoming a star!"

Become a star?
Yang Chaoyue's wrist twitched.

He tilted his head to look.

Among the children surrounding her, a girl with braided pigtails looked at her and shouted, "Yes, Sister Chaoyue, you must become a star!"

"What?"

"Now that you're a star, when I go to Yancheng Middle School, I can brag to my classmates that our Wanggang Village produced a Yang Chaoyue!" The girl said somewhat shyly, then hid behind another child, covering her mouth and laughing embarrassedly.

The other children joined in the commotion.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly laughed.

Thinking back to my childhood, I was just like these kids, running around the village during the Lantern Festival, and I even got into a fight with Aunt Wang's child.

Back then, my parents weren't divorced, and I was naively happy.

Yang Chaoyue smiled, and looking longingly at her group of children, she smiled too.

On the threshing ground, the owner of the village store at the entrance, after releasing his own Kongming lantern, looked in Yang Chaoyue's direction.

Holding an enamel mug filled with homemade rice wine, he drank it while shouting to Yang Chaoyue, "Yue girl! The light's going crooked! Hurry up!"

Yang Chaoyue responded.

Below the words "I want to get rich" on the Kongming lantern, I wrote a new line.

I don't want to be a star.

Being a star isn't Tian Xiwei's dream, but it is.

As the Kongming lantern made of Xuan paper rose into the sky, the newly written words by Yang Chaoyue shone brightly with the flickering flame: [May the people in my hometown village and the people I love far away have small joys every day and small peace every year.]
After making a ruckus in the threshing ground.

Yang Chaoyue returned home, opened the new double-door refrigerator he had bought for his father, took out the salted fish his father had pickled, and ate it while chatting with his relatives.

Watch TV for a while.

She took out her phone again to look at the negative comment that Tian Xiwei had helped her respond to.

She took a red ribbon and tied it to the wishing tree in front of her house.

The sign read: "[Hoping Tian Xiwei will become a big star - 2016, age 17, Yang Chaoyue]"
Back inside, I continued chatting and eating sunflower seeds with visiting relatives, and poured tea leaves and hot water into the elders' water cups.

The red ribbon swayed in the wind, bumping into a new red ribbon that Yang Chaoyue had written this year:
[May Ruonan have countless smiles and romance in the future.]
[May Mai Mai always be as free as the wind, no longer burdened by worries, and grow into a shrewd adult.]
[Hopefully Haochun can successfully sign a contract with Yang Ge's company, rise rapidly, and have a bright future.]
[Wishing Zhou Ye success in the Beijing Film Academy entrance exam, that he grows up wildly and shines brightly.]
[May all of Nazha's wishes come true.]
[Hopefully, Chef Huang Lei's cooking skills will improve.]
At the end of each red strip was written the year, age, and name; the one written for Jiang Yang was no exception.

[I hid the roses behind my back, always hoping to keep my promise to you—Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016]
Next to it is a red note that Jiang Yang wrote when he visited Yang Chaoyue's hometown last year; it has already faded somewhat.
[I hope that in the new year I can reap without sowing, enjoy the fruits of others' labor, and achieve instant success—Jiang Yang, 18 years old, 2015]
Tian Xiwei responded to Yang Chaoyue's negative comment in the comment section.

She put away her phone, and her mood improved considerably.

Seeing Yang Chaoyue's current experiences is like seeing my future self.

How would I feel if I encountered such negative comments in the future?
do not know.

He should feel better than Yang Chaoyue, because he had some expectations.

And I really hope that someone will help me when the time comes.

Helping Yang Chaoyue fight back against negative comments is not actually helping Yang Chaoyue, but helping your future self.

We have arrived at the back hill of Tongliang Library. To the left, we can see the lights of thousands of homes in Tongliang city, and to the right, the dark outline of Bayue Mountain.

There were many cars parked halfway up the mountain.

Not only Tian Xiwei and Jiang Yang came here, but also many families with children, all coming together to set off fireworks.

There's also burning bellflower root.

Jiang Yang lit fireworks by the roadside.

Tian Xi received a message notification on Weibo.

Yang Chaoyue liked the negative comment she just responded to.

Tian Xi smiled slightly, not sending a message to Yang Chaoyue, her eyes focused on her phone screen.

Suddenly, I heard the rustling sound of fireworks going off into the sky.

Look up.

Fireworks lit in Jiangyang burst into bloom.

Her eyes followed the bursts of light from the fireworks.

Suddenly, I felt that negative comments were like choking gunpowder smoke, while responding was like a dazzling explosion.

Let's chat for a while.

I saw a little boy, just over a meter tall, by the roadside. After setting off sparklers, he stretched out his hands to his father and said, "Daddy, I want a hug."

Tian Xiwei tilted her head slightly to look at Jiang Yang, then lowered her head slightly, her eyes darting around as she smiled and said, "The New Year is almost over tonight, let's commemorate it with a hug."

There were requests, and there was shyness.

Her wandering eyes held expectation, but also a hint of anxiety about being rejected.

Knowing that her date with Jiang Yang would end after the fireworks, she mustered up her courage.

“Speak Mandarin, speak the Chongqing dialect, like when you auditioned with Xu Xiaoou in Beiping.” Jiang Yang squatted down, about to light the next straight-tube firework, and turned back to smile at Tian Xi.

"Old man, give me a hug," Tian Xiwei mumbled softly in her Chongqing accent.

Seeing Jiang Yang open his arms, Tian Xi smiled slightly.

Thinking that Jiang Yang would be leaving soon.

Thinking about herself now, she realized she couldn't help Jiang Yang in any way.

Thinking of how Jiang Yang selflessly helped her get better gigs, taught her acting, helped her pass the art exam, taught her dance, and used his connections to get her film and television contracts.

She slowed her pace as she walked toward Jiang Yang.

Seeing Jiang Yang get up and walk towards her, Tian Xi quickened her pace, turning into an eager jog to greet and hug him.

A little boy wearing a woolen hat was frantically spinning a firework top nearby, sparks flying everywhere.

Jiang Yang's car had its high beams on, and wisps of smoke could be seen drifting through the beams.

The neon lights in Tongliang Old Town are bright, and there is a sign on the roof of the department store that reads "Celebrating the Spring Festival".

Tian Xiwei wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Yang, their bodies pressed completely close together.

The corners of the mouth turn down.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.

Her cheek was pressed against Jiang Yang's chest.

She felt Jiang Yang's arms tighten around her waist.

She pressed herself even closer, then suddenly asked, "Jiang Yang, are you leaving soon?"
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PS:

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you for the 10 birthday cakes that I received from the World Health Organization... I will work hard to prove that ordinary people can also live a vibrant life."

Thank you Gu Xiuyang for the 1500 points reward.

Discovering that Gu Xiuyang is from Taiwan, it's an honor for me that this book is liked by friends in Taiwan. They even gave me 27 monthly votes. What have I done to deserve this?

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