Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Tian Xiwei remained silent.

Yang Chaoyue did not reply.

Liu Haochun chimed in: [“The boss is right!”]
Zhao Jinmai replied: ["@Jiang Yang, Xiao Jiang, what's it to you! Are you bored out of your mind? Hurry up and use your shoulders to squeeze that big lump in the middle!"]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: [“MaiMai is right.”]
Tian Xiwei sent a message: ["+1."]
Liu Haochun remained silent.

Jiang Yang covered the bed with his phone and tightened his jaw.

I can't persuade them anymore.

MaiMai has become addicted to PUA.

He went to help Mai Mai see the truth, but Mai Mai was still unhappy.

This may be the tribulation that Mai Mai was destined to encounter in her life.

The phone vibrates.

I discovered that Zhao Jinmai sent a 100-yuan lucky draw red envelope in the group, with the password being "Maimai is awesome".

Liu Haochun immediately typed "MaiMai is awesome" but didn't send it out immediately.

She noticed that Yang Chaoyue had already posted it, so she posted it again.

I successfully grabbed a 50 yuan red envelope.

By the time Jiang Yang realized it, all the red envelopes had already been claimed.

He then came to his senses:
[“What I mean is, MaiMai, your research could totally be published in a journal, with a title like: ‘Study on the Superparamagnetic Response Mechanism and Magnetic Dipole Interaction Characteristics Based on Solid Colloidal Element’.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied:
[“Brother Jiang, Xiwei was right when she said you're a top student. When I publish my research paper, I'll use this quote from you in the title!”]
Jiang Yang typed: ["Why do you need to use mine?"]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Because you have a lot of words.”]
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yang received a 100 yuan red envelope from Mai Mai as a copyright fee, and went to sleep contentedly.

Jiang Yang woke up at 10 a.m. and saw Liu Haochun practicing what he had taught him the day before in the dance studio.

I didn't disturb Liu Haochun.

I met up with Qiao Renliang for a meal, and then we went to Lejiaxuan Recording Studio on Jiuxianqiao Road in Chaoyang District to record a song.

When we got back to the hotel that night, we checked Liu Haochun's practice results again.

There shouldn't be any major problems.

The next morning, I got into the old man's Mercedes S-Class and headed to the Beijing Dance Academy for my third audition.

Jiang Yang drove the car over the hotel's designated speed bump.

Liu Haochun sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look out the window.

The area where Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue previously attended the press conference for "A Little Reunion" has been transformed into an art exhibition.

The workers inside had just finished their shift and were carrying unopened wooden crates filled with imitation paintings, looking exhausted.

A nightclub girl wearing fishnet stockings was vomiting on the roadside.

Once you reach the North Fourth Ring Road, you can see the steel skeleton of the Bird's Nest.

I'll be going to Beijing Dance Academy soon.

Despite making ample preparations, Liu Haochun's mind was still unsettled.

She took out her cell phone.

I discovered that I received a transfer of 5,000 yuan two days ago.

It was transferred from Jiangyang Company.

It only then did I realize that Jiangyang Company would advance one month's salary.

I deeply understand what Yang Chaoyue meant when he said: What a great boss he is.

When I feel better, I suddenly want to talk more with my family.

She sent her mother a message: "Mom, I'm going to take the third round of auditions for the Beijing Dance Academy soon."
The message has been sent.

My mom replied: "Don't come home unless you get first place."
Even though I knew my mother would answer like that, I still couldn't help feeling sad.

She knew perfectly well that her mother wouldn't say anything caring to her.

But I still have expectations.

She then typed: ["Mom, my ankle is a little sore."]
My mom replied: [“How many dancers have comfortable ankles? Did you cry again? The judges for the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam aren't your mom. Your tears are worthless; nobody cares.”]
Liu Haochun did not cry.

As I silently read through my mother's message, my eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

Jiang Yang noticed that Liu Haochun's emotions were off.

While waiting at the traffic light, she turned her head to look at Liu Haochun and asked, "Haochun, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"No, I'm in a great mood."

Liu Haochun put away his phone and grinned.

As he laughed, Liu Haochun's lips curled down: "Sorry, boss, did I bother you?"

"It's okay, I'm your boss. You can talk to me about anything. I know you have something on your mind. You can trust me unconditionally."

"Thank you for signing me, for being understanding, and for praising me. I know I'm just an empty-headed girl, and I'm so afraid I won't be a good actress in the future..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid.

Jiang Yang took out a tissue and helped Liu Haochun wipe away the snot that had just flowed from his nose.

He gently rubbed Liu Haochun's red nose and comforted him, "Xiwei's acting skills are a knife, and Chaoyue's popularity with the audience is a sugar. Haochun, you are still a blank sheet of paper."

Jiang Yang opened the briefcase in the car.

Take out Liu Haochun's script, turn to the last page, revealing a blank title page: "Only blank paper can print the purest life."

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun's eyes flickered.

I've always felt dirty because I inherited my parents' sins.

Jiang Yang, however, believed himself to be innocent.

Her lips trembled slightly: "But even blank paper can be crumpled up."

Jiang Yang suddenly tore the blank title page in half: "Look, now it's two blank sheets of paper."

He stuffed half of it back into Liu Haochun's trembling palm: "Even if it's crumpled up a thousand times, it will forever remain a pure name."

Liu Haochun was stunned.

She got out of the car when it arrived at the entrance of Beijing Film Academy and waited for Jiang Yang to park the car and come back.

I looked up at the gate of the North Dance Academy.

The main building of the Beijing Dance Academy is a landmark white, arc-shaped building.

There were dense crowds of examinees and parents in the square and along the road outside the school gate, with uniformed security personnel maintaining order.

Those who have arrived now are all candidates for the third round of testing.

There were people wearing tight-fitting leotards, ballet shoes, and others dressed in traditional dance costumes just like me.

Many candidates were stretching their legs, warming up, and practicing their movements repeatedly in the open space.

Holding their admission tickets and ID cards, they chatted in small groups about the exam content.

Teachers wearing work badges checked candidates' information at the entrance and guided them to queue.

Security guards intercepted non-examinees attempting to enter and directed vehicles transporting examinees to stop briefly and leave immediately.

A volunteer holding a loudspeaker reminded candidates: "Please prepare your ID card and admission ticket! Parents, please rest in the waiting area!"

Liu Haochun recalled what Jiang Yang had said to him in the car.

Gradually, I came to my senses.

"Even if it's torn to shreds a thousand times, it will forever remain a pure name." She murmured in a breathy voice, gazing at the words "Beiping Dance Academy" atop the school gate.

So much has happened lately that my original intentions have become blurred. I will use a pure soul to atone for my parents' sins.

The body bears the pain, the soul guards the purity.

Jiang Yang said she would train herself to become a movie queen.

It's hard for me to describe myself as a Best Actress winner.

But whenever Jiang Yang said that, I always felt it was true.

I witnessed cyberbullying in the comment section of Yang Chaoyue's Weibo post.

Even if he becomes famous and atones for his parents' sins, there's a high probability that netizens will still dig up information about his parents.

I don't intend to defend myself.

Because they are all true.

What should I do then?
Liu Haochun lowered his eyes, took out his phone, and posted his first Weibo post:
[Fight against stigma with silence, cleanse the soul with art.]

Break with the past and demand fairness from the future.
Liu Haochun gripped his admission ticket tightly, staring at the Beijing Dance Academy badge. The bruises on his skin beneath his practice clothes hadn't faded, but his back was ramrod straight.

I received a notification message on my phone.

I noticed that Jiang Yang liked the Weibo post I had just made.

The second notification followed immediately.

Jiang Yang posted a new Weibo post:
This is a song I wrote for a good friend of mine. You may be at a crossroads in your life, a turning point in your destiny.

You may be afraid of choosing the wrong direction, but which path isn't part of life?

What is wrong will never become right, but what is right will always be right.

If you're tired, you can lean on my arms for a while.

You go forward, and I'll protect you from behind.

My help to you is insignificant; you are stronger than you think.
This was followed by a song: "The Sea of ​​Stars".

Liu Haochun's eyes immediately reddened.

I understand that Jiang Yang posted this Weibo post specifically for himself.

Jiang Yang can actually write songs?
I didn't click to listen.

Because I saw that Jiang Yang had already parked his car and arrived at Minyuan South Road, heading towards the North Dance Gate.

Meeting Jiang Yang's gaze, Liu Haochun smiled and said, "Boss! You released a song!"

"Does it sound good?" Jiang Yang asked with a smile.

"It sounds great! It sounds really great!"

When praising the song, Liu Haochun slightly raised his chin and nodded excessively.

[Under your care, Liu Haochun's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

Jiang Yang's smile froze.

I realized this girl hadn't listened at all; she was just being perfunctory.

Liu Haochun avoided Jiang Yang's gaze and looked at Jiang Yang's Weibo post.

refresh.

In just a few minutes, there were already more than twenty comments.

Click on WeChat.

Looking at the reply my mother just gave me:
Don't go home unless you get first place.
The judges aren't your mother; your tears are worthless, nobody cares.
She blinked rapidly, trying to hold back her tears.

His eyes were deliberately unfocused.

Numb avoidance.

The knuckles of his fingers turned white as he gripped the phone, and his arm was pressed tightly against his body.

Take another look at the text Jiang Yang posted.

The final line is: "If you're tired, you can lean on my arms for a while."

Liu Haochun couldn't hold back his smile; his lips drooped down, but he immediately bit his lower lip with his teeth to force a smile upwards.

When Jiang Yang came to her side, her eyes were filled with tears.

The tip of the nose is red.

I blinked hard, trying to hold back my tears, but they still flowed uncontrollably.

"Why are you crying? Is my singing that bad?"

Jiang Yang bent down, raised his hand to touch Liu Haochun's cheek, and wiped away her tears with his fingers.

"Jiang Yang, are my tears worthless...?" Liu Haochun spoke in a breathy voice, his voice growing softer and softer.

"It's valuable!"

He told the truth.

Liu Haochun's crying scenes in her previous life were absolutely superb.

With a little training, he can make a living by relying on Liu Haochun's crying scenes.

Jiang Yang cupped her face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

Holding up her teardrop on his finger, facing the rising sun: "This one tear can buy me a whole night of extra practice with you, this one can buy me three minutes of silence while you swear, and this one..."

Pause.

Jiang Yang said softly, "In exchange, I will never say 'you are wrong'."

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun swallowed hard, looking at Jiang Yang: "It feels so good to be by your side."

He stared at Jiang Yang for a few seconds.

Liu Haochun suddenly leaned forward and threw herself into Jiang Yang's arms.

Her fingers gripped his collar, twisting the fabric, and her forehead pressed against his collarbone.

Seeking the warmth of Jiangyang's body.

Like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

With a sob in her voice, she said, "If you ever kick me out, I'll just sit in front of your house like a stray dog."

At first, she just suppressed sobs.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, but when she finally burst into tears, she made no sound.

She didn't wipe her snot and tears off Jiang Yang's clothes.

Jiang Yang remained silent.

I had previously glanced at the chat between Liu Haochun and her mother.

I understand that Liu Haochun is not in a good state.

Jiang Yang tightened his arms around her, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head: "I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere."
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PS:

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you LeeMineMine for feeding me a birthday cake... Your current pain is your future self crying out for help."

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you for the birthday cake that all regrets in the world have given me... Sometimes, just being alive is already very brave."

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