Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

A short while later, Yang Chaoyue picked up Zhao Jinmai, chatted and laughed, and returned to the hotel booked by the film crew. As soon as he parted ways with Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue couldn't help but feel uneasy again.

I participated in the opening ceremony of "A Little Reunion".

Holding a press conference now is far more nerve-wracking than before.

Because I already have a little bit of fame.

He has followers on Weibo.

Several thousand people follow him.

Some people also slander themselves.

After washing up and lying in bed, Yang Chaoyue clicked on the second Weibo post she had published the day before yesterday.

It's a short video.

In my hometown of Yancheng, on the 15th day of the first lunar month, my father took this photo of me with his mobile phone in the courtyard.

A brand-new "Fu" character was pasted on the brick wall, and sausages hung on the clothesline.

During the first recording, the father's hands were shaking so badly that the camera caught the stray dog.

I then realized that my father was even more nervous than I was.

After calming her father down, Yang Chaoyue began recording the second version of the show. She addressed the camera, saying, "Hello everyone, I'm Yang Chaoyue. In 'A Little Reunion,' I played a girl with depression..."

At this point, I suddenly stopped talking.

I don't remember what was said after that.

It wasn't until the third take that he was able to say it completely: "...everyone who is smiling may be secretly taking medication."

There are now more than thirty comments.

The most upvoted comment was: "I started following you after your portrayal of the female beggar. Keep it up!"
The next comment reads: "[That country dog ​​in the shot is the real acting talent; it looks like it's really good at eating shit.]"
The next one is: ["A country bumpkin trying to play someone with depression? I sincerely suggest you improve your cognitive level first."]
Some people are praising themselves.

There is a Yin and Yang within oneself.

There are negative reviews.

I no longer react as strongly as I did two weeks ago when I saw negative comments.

Because I had explained things clearly to my parents and sister back in my hometown, my family understood me.

As Yang Ge once said, black and red are still red.

Unfortunately, this Weibo post only has about thirty comments so far, far fewer than the previous one.

Opening Jiang Yang's Weibo, I found that his number of followers is about to reach 7.

The Weibo post promoting the dance transition video for "A Little Reunion" already has over 400 comments.

The most liked post changes daily; it's currently: "[Jiang Yang, want to make fragrant money from a smelly place? Speak up!]"
The next message reads: "[Stop being an actor, how much money can you make? I'll sponsor you, 500 a month, is that enough? If not, add a zero, 500 for 10 months, okay?]"
In the past few days, whenever Yang Chaoyue was upset by the negative comments, she would check Jiang Yang's Weibo.

Let's switch genders.

The thought of a bunch of perverts leaving comments like that in my comment section is enough to send chills down my spine.

Seeing Yang Ge enduring sexual harassment day and night, I suddenly realized that the negative comments I was receiving were nothing at all.

In the group chat for "[Three Scoundrels]", Zhao Jinmai chimed in: "[Xiao Jiang, your Weibo comment section taught me a lesson about the internet.]"
Jiang Yang sent a message: [What's the reason?]
MaiMai replied: [I've noticed that discussing black and white topics online always creates opposing viewpoints, but only discussing pornographic topics results in a peaceful comment section.]
The next day.

The press conference for "A Little Reunion in Beiping" was held at the Ullens Center for Contemporary Art in Chaoyang District.

This location was chosen because the industrial-style venue matches the youthful feel of the drama series.

It is close to the headquarters of major media outlets.

Red carpet backdrops are perfect for taking street style photos of celebrities.

Yang Chaoyue arrived at the scene early with Jiang Yang.

The staff used tape to secure the roll-up banners bearing the Lemon Pictures logo that were swaying in the wind on the red carpet.

The life-size standees of Huang Lei and Hai Qing have stickers from the sponsors.

The photographer climbed a ladder to adjust the lights, a walkie-talkie clipped to his waistband buzzing.

Actors and media arrived one after another.

Huang Lei sat in the middle of the first row, mainly responsible for dealing with sharp questions from the media.

Director Wang Jun stood on the main podium the longest, discussing his educational philosophy.

Xu Xiaoou, dressed in a suit and tie, stood on the side, but he was mentioned in every thank-you speech.

The guest speaker included the principal of a key middle school in Beiping, to endorse the authenticity of the series.

A former executive of Sohu Video was bought by Sohu because of the exclusive online broadcasting rights.

Yang Chaoyue stood on the side of the second row, appearing in the frame without stealing the spotlight. When Teacher Huang Lei and General Manager Xu were talking, he slightly turned his head and nodded, looking like a good student listening attentively when he was photographed.

A reporter from Sina Entertainment suddenly turned the camera on Yang Chaoyue: "Chaoyue, would you mind answering a few questions?"

Yang Chaoyue felt a shiver run down his spine.

Her lips were stiff, and her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Jiang Yang.

The right thumb was repeatedly rubbed against the web of the left hand, causing a small patch of skin to become red from friction.

I saw Jiang Yang exchanging WeChat contact cards with a Sohu producer.

She twirled the ends of her hair with her fingers, trying to calm herself down.

Not daring to look the reporter in the eye, afraid of revealing her insecurity, she looked at the bridge of the reporter's nose and said, "It's convenient."

"As a supporting character, do you ever envy the main character's screen time?"

"I think each character is a gear, and the machine can't turn if one is missing."

Yang Chaoyue said seriously.

I've answered several similar questions.

At first, I was cautious, but gradually I calmed down. Until a reporter suddenly asked, "A while ago, you played an extra as a female beggar on 'Go Fighting!', which made many people aware of you. From what I understand, in real life, you used to be a factory worker in Songjiang District of Shanghai, earning only 3,500 yuan a month..."

Yang Chaoyue's expression changed slightly.

This problem was completely outside her plans, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

In particular, he noticed that Xu Xiaoou, Huang Lei, and the other actors were all looking in his direction.

Sohu Video's camera was also pointed in their direction, filming them.

Yang Chaoyue's throat moved as he swallowed.

He appeared calm on the surface, but was nervous inside.

All the lenses became the scope of a shotgun, and you were the only live target.

The reporter finally asked, "If you were given 1000 yuan back then and asked to kowtow to someone, would you have agreed?"

"I……"

Yang Chaoyue's heart pounded faster and faster; he didn't know how to answer.

Zhao Jinmai, who was sitting below, remained in front of the camera with a fake smile on her face.

His smile froze slightly. He glanced at the reporter, wanting to yell, "Are you crazy? Asking Chao Yue such a question!"

In the end, I held back.

This is in front of the camera, not in private.

If someone actually uses foul language, it's easy for them to leave a negative record, which is exactly the effect journalists want to achieve.

"Xiao Jiang, what should we do?" she whispered to Jiang Yang beside her.

Zhao Jinmai patted Jiang Yang's thigh beside her, her little hand gripping it tightly.

Jiang Yang grabbed Zhao Jinmai's hand and moved it away.

Rubbing the spot where Zhao Jinmai had pinched sorely, he looked up at Yang Chaoyue on the stage.

His eyes met Yang Chaoyue's.

He nodded slightly.

With just one glance, Yang Chaoyue understood Jiang Yang's meaning: Just be yourself.

Some relationships don't need any words; the frequency of eyelash fluttering when looking into each other's eyes is the code.

I suddenly felt much more at ease.

It was a trust that existed only between herself and Jiang Yang.

With a smile on his face, Yang Chaoyue suddenly raised his voice eight octaves and answered the reporter: "I won't kneel down casually. I have to be selective about who I'm kowtowing to."

"Is it okay to give it to my parents?"

"Sure, I'll definitely kowtow to my parents."

"What if you kowtowed to me? Back then, if you kowtowed to me, I could give you a thousand yuan," the reporter suddenly asked.

"Okay," Yang Chaoyue said, pursing his lips.

"Kowtowing to passersby?"

"That works too, as long as you give me a thousand yuan."

Hear the words.

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

All the cameras were pointed at Yang Chaoyue.

Huang Lei had a smile on his face, but his eyes were clenched, and he didn't say a word.

Zhao Jinmai pouted, unable to smile at all.

The reporter laughed a few times and joked, "Just kidding, Chaoyue, don't mind me."

"It's nothing," Yang Chaoyue shook his head.

The reporter then asked, "If you had received that thousand yuan back then, what would you have done?"

"I think……"

Yang Chaoyue's vocal cords trembled slightly as he recalled the past, his voice trembling: "If the weather were as cold as it is now, I would like to buy my father a down jacket."

After speaking, Yang Chaoyue blurred his focus and looked into the distance.

Imagine if he hadn't met Jiang Yang, and his father had received the 1,000 yuan down jacket he bought for himself last winter.

They would blame themselves for wasting money.

It will move you.

Most importantly, it allows Daddy to dress better and keep his body warmer.

The reporter's smile froze, her eyes flickered, and she nodded.

After the camera moved away, she took the initiative to extend her hand and shake hands with Yang Chaoyue: "I'm sorry, Chaoyue, I'm sorry, my question just now was a bit too much."

"It's alright." He gently squeezed her hand back and smiled, "You were doing this for your work, but I won't kowtow to anyone for a thousand dollars anymore."

"What's wrong?" the reporter asked instinctively.

"Because my boss can give me five thousand a month! He also got me a lot of gigs, and my dad's life has improved too."

Done.

Yang Chaoyue waved to the reporter and walked towards Jiang Yang.

They followed Jiang Yang to the parking lot.

Once inside the car, Yang Chaoyue fastened his seatbelt: "Brother Yang, how did I do on my answer?" (End of Chapter)