Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 297 Zhao Lushi

Liu Haochun continued scrolling down.

I saw the other person's Weibo post from three months ago.

The accompanying picture is a selfie taken in a mirror.

It has fluorescent pink hair ends and black rivets.

Her hair was tied up, and her facial features were clearly visible.

A round, oval face with soft, smooth lines and no sharp angles.

The jawline is defined but not sharp, and the chin is slightly upturned.

The eyes are large and round, with the outer corners slightly upturned.

The bridge of the nose is not high but full, and the bridge of the nose is straight.

The upper lip is slightly upturned, with a full cupid's bow, and the lower lip is plump.

The eyebrows are naturally soft.

The caption is:
[Dyeing my hair, skipping classes, going to nightclubs—what you see as decadence is just me searching for my forbidden childhood.]
Scrolling back further, there was a Weibo post from six months ago.

The accompanying picture shows a desk at 3 a.m., with an open textbook and a half-empty bottle of red wine next to it.

The caption is:
They say rich kids don't need to work hard, but who has ever seen the light I use to study until dawn? Oh well, my parents won't care no matter how well I do on the exams.

Everyone says I'm a bad girl, but who taught me how to be a good girl?

One day, I'll dye my hair the brightest color so my parents will notice me more.
Scroll down further.

I saw a Weibo post from two years ago.

The accompanying photo is a faded picture from an old photo album, taken at an amusement park while riding a carousel.

This is the photo I've seen so far, where the parents are smiling the most brightly at the camera, with only their backs visible.

The caption is:
[I only remembered when I saw this photo that my parents took me on a carousel when I was seven. Time flies so fast, it's been ten years. They said they would be there for me as I grew up, but they didn't keep their word. They gave me the whole world, but they never gave them their time.]
Then flip forward.

I saw a Weibo post I made when I was in my second year of high school.

The accompanying photo shows her holding a dirty stray dog, seemingly unconcerned about the mud smeared on her Chanel coat.

The caption is:
[Dad says stray dogs are dirty, but I insist on keeping one. At least it will wait for me at the door and keep me company, instead of using the money in my account to keep me company.]
Liu Haochun was engrossed in watching.

It's clear that this girl is from a different world than me.

She was a rich girl.

You can sense that the other person is dissatisfied with their parents.

She couldn't understand.

Isn't it great that your parents are giving you so much money?

Growing up without parents is a good thing, because you don't have to hear your parents arguing, and you can grow up freely without rules and constraints.

Like now.

Living with Yang Ge is much more comfortable than living with my parents.

What the other person dislikes is what you yearn for.

Continue looking at the other person's previous Weibo posts.

I saw a post from a first-year high school student.

The accompanying picture shows a torn textbook in the corner of a classroom.

The caption is:
[In the first month of school, I threw that bitch's Gucci bag in the toilet. No other reason than I couldn't stand her bullying the transfer student in her class, just because the student is poor? Your designer bag was also embezzled by your dad! Does someone studying diligently bother you? Next time you bully those hardworking students, I'll shove your false eyelashes up your noses, one by one. Anyway, I'm not a good student either. Want to outdo each other in being bad? I'll destroy you, you son of a bitch.]
Watch and watch.

I discovered that the other party had retweeted Jiang Yang's Weibo post a few minutes earlier.

The caption is:
I listened to Jiang Yang's "Starry Sea" on repeat all day. It's a great song, but very few people have heard it. I spent 10,000 yuan to upload it, hoping that more people will hear it.

Talented people should not be overlooked, and good people should be rewarded.

The first line of the lyrics is "I wish I could become a star and protect the buzzing of bees at the bottom of the sea," but in reality, I can't even find my own light.

Spending 1 yuan to promote this song isn't about wasting money; it's about hoping someone will remember that the singer of this song is Jiang Yang.

The person who forwarded it is Zhao Lushi.

She's not 'Boss Zhao's daughter' as they say, she's just Zhao Lushi.

The "dew" in "dewdrop" refers to the color of dew. My mother said she hopes I will be as clean and clear as the morning dew.

But she forgot that the dew would disappear once it was exposed to the sun.

Poetry is poetry, and my dad says that word has culture.

But he never finished listening to a single poem I wrote.

Now, this name belongs only to me. One day, I'll make a name for myself and get their attention.

I want the name Zhao Lushi to be seen by the world not as someone's shadow, but as a ray of light.
Take another look at the other person's Weibo name.

The Weibo account is named: Zhao Lushi's Weibo.

"Rich people are so capricious," Liu Haochun muttered.

I liked the other person's Weibo post.

For no other reason than that the other party spent 10,000 yuan to promote Jiang Yang's new song on Weibo.

I actually wanted more people to see Jiang Yang's Weibo post, but I couldn't bear to spend the money.

After reading through Zhao Lushi's Weibo posts, I suddenly felt that she was even more lonely than I was.

They are all using different methods to seek a sense of existence.

I opened the comment section of Jiang Yang's Weibo again.

The account that posted the negative comment replied to Zhao Lushi:

[Did I say anything wrong? Jiang Yang's lyrics, "Light up your heart," are such cheap love talk, I'm sick of hearing them. If you really care, take action. Isn't writing songs just about creating a sentimental persona? Also, little sister, looking at your Weibo, you're still a student. How can you insult people? Is this how your teacher taught you?]
Zhao Lushi replied: [Damn it, I'm cursing you.]
The other party sent a message: [Judging from your Weibo, your family must be quite wealthy. You're a rich girl, and your foul language is your way of showing up in a rich family?]
Zhao Lushi replied: [NMSL.]
The other party sent a message: [No wonder a guy like Jiang Yang could fool you; a single catchy pop song made you spend ten thousand yuan on idol worship.]
Zhao Lushi replied: [NMSL.]
The other party sent a message: [Haha, you're getting anxious. Rich girls are so sensitive. You get this worked up over a lousy song. Maybe you have a crush on Jiang Yang? Too bad he wouldn't be interested in a shallow nouveau riche like you.]
Zhao Lushi replied: [NMSL.]
The other party messaged: [Do your parents know you're swearing online, or are they simply too busy to care about you?]
Zhao Lushi replied: [NMSL.]
The other party messaged: [Can you use a different insult? My mother really has passed away.]
The attached image is a screenshot from three years ago, taken during the Qingming Festival tomb sweeping.

Zhao Lushi replied: [I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you.]
The other party sent a message: [It's good that you know you're wrong and can correct it, little sister. I'm probably about the same age as your parents. As someone who's been through it all, you should listen to what I'm saying. A guy like Jiang Yang can only fool young girls like you. His lyrics are all empty slogans. Men really can't write anything profound.]
Zhao Lushi replied: [I have a mother.]
The other party replied: [You fucking...]
This clash, which was extremely intense and involved mothers, left Liu Haochun deeply shocked.

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.

……

Jiang Yang lay on the bed with his back to Zhao Jinmai, who was already fast asleep. Zhao Jinmai had occupied most of the bed, and he was sitting at the foot of the bed, not touching her at all.

I was scrolling through the official Weibo account of "A Little Reunion" when I saw the video of his symposium at Beiping No. 4 Middle School today.

Suddenly, Zhao Jinmai murmured, "Xiao Jiang, don't you think this life is too short?"

His tone carried a lazy, sleepy quality.

Then Zhao Jinmai sighed, "It's true, this life is really too short."

Jiang Yang was stunned when he heard this.

I understand that Zhao Jinmai was lamenting the state of life.

When the night is deep and quiet, my thoughts are always sentimental.

He laughed and said, "MaiMai, why would a little kid like you suddenly think that life is so short?"

"Because I was shivering from the cold."

"What?"

"I'm freezing! Could you give me some blankets? Mine are too short. Could you share some with me?"

Zhao Jinmai gripped the quilt tightly and rolled it up forcefully.

She snatched most of the blanket, ignored Jiang Yang, and fell fast asleep.

Jiang Yang's thighs were exposed, and they felt cool to the touch.

Only then did I understand what was going on.

I almost thought Mai Mai had attained enlightenment at such a young age, but actually she was just cold.

I'm not here to share my thoughts, I'm here to catch a cold.

He murmured, "Indeed, this blanket is too short."

So I simply covered Mai Mai with the whole blanket, which actually made her catch a cold, and it will affect the promotional activities for "A Little Reunion" afterwards.

Jiang Yang found a spare blanket in the closet and covered himself with it.

I opened his Weibo account shortly after.

As I was looking around, my gaze fell on a negative comment in the latest Weibo post.

To be precise, it was the Weibo account that helped him refute the negative comments: Zhao Lushi's Weibo.

It's Zhao Lushi.

Zhao Lushi should be studying at Mingdao University in Taiwan now.

He discovered Zhao Lushi in his comment section and helped him defend against the negative comments.

They didn't talk about his songs at all.

We didn't talk about him as a person.

The replies to the malicious comments were all insults directed at the other person's mother, making Jiang Yang's scalp tingle.
"There are trolls in the Little Flower group."

(End of this chapter)