Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Liu Haochun's heart skipped a beat when he saw the dent in Yang Chaoyue's name.

Suddenly I realized something.

I looked up at the small round mirror on the table.

My eyelashes drooped slightly in the mirror, and somehow, they had transformed into a pitiful look.

My parents are very satisfied with this look in their eyes.

But it's also the kind of person I hate the most.

I have clearly changed.

Liu Haochun took a deep breath and suddenly bit the soft flesh inside her lip.

They only stopped eating when they tasted the blood.

Picking up the small round mirror again, I noticed that my eyes in the mirror had become clearer.

She smoothed out the dent she had made on Yang Chaoyue's name.

I got up and went to the bathroom.

I washed my face and shook off the distracting thoughts in my mind.

Liu Haochun, her face still wet with water droplets, stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror.

I remember on my tenth birthday, my father pinched my cheek in public and commented on my appearance: "Haochun, you know how to look pitiful with those eyes. Look at men like that more often in the future, and they will give you money."

Back then, I didn't understand anything.

He just nodded subconsciously.

I think Dad is right.

I clearly remember my father's rough thumb rubbing against the corner of my eye, making me wince in pain.

I'm reminded of my third year of junior high school.

In my bedroom at my hometown in Jilin, I showed my mother my blood-stained underwear and told her that I had started my period.

Mom called me into the bedroom and threw a pack of sanitary napkins at me:

"Your body is your greatest asset. Start eating less iced food now, or you can forget about marrying a rich man if your waistline exceeds 1.9 feet!"

Images flashed through my mind.

After getting to know Jiang Yang, I thought these memories were fading away from me.

It turns out I never forgot.

Finally, on the night I convinced my parents to let me sign the contract during Chinese New Year this year, my mother pressed me in front of the dressing mirror and put on lipstick:
"The most valuable things about a dancing girl are her legs and her mouth. She needs to be able to do the splits and know how to sweet-talk people. If Jiang Yang is willing to give you resources, hold on tight and don't let go."

Men are unreliable. Don't believe in love, and definitely don't believe in friendship. Only what you have is real. If you're not ruthless, this cruel society will take advantage of you!

They teach themselves to please others, but no one teaches them that being loved doesn't require performing talents.

The shame and confusion of being sexualized during adolescence.

Family ties are intertwined with a sense of division stemming from utilitarianism.

The memories of being raised by my parents as an investment fester in my heart.

My mind is a complete mess.

All I could hear were sounds.

The reflection in the mirror made her eyes look pitiful again.

It's becoming increasingly unfamiliar, like a painting that my parents have altered.

It's not really my parents' fault.

It was my jealousy of Yang Chaoyue that led me to make excuses for taking Yang Chaoyue's resources, which caused my wavering resolve.

The person you should really blame is yourself.

My unwavering sense of morality shattered into pieces; I knelt down to pick them up, my hands bleeding from the cuts.

I suddenly realized that I'm becoming more and more like the person I used to hate the most.

They are harming Chaoyue in the same way their parents harmed them.

It can't be changed back.

Liu Haochun stroked her cheek, looked at her in the mirror, and suddenly raised his hand high.

A loud crack!

My palms feel numb.

It's quiet now.

Five reddish finger marks jolted me awake.

I used physical pain to mask my mental anguish. Only then did I realize that the person who hated me the most was myself.

"Haochun? What's wrong?" Jiang Yang heard the noise.

"It's nothing, just a mosquito buzzing around."

Liu Haochun made up a reason on the spot.

Suddenly I felt like I was that mosquito.

Between Chaoyue and Jiangyang, there was that annoying mosquito.

She both loathed her own despicable nature and was reluctant to return what belonged to Yang Chaoyue to him.

Jiang Yang continued video chatting with Yang Chaoyue about Chaoyue's dog's stiff neck back home.

First, teach Yang Chaoyue how to test if his dog has a stiff neck.

Yang Chaoyue was given a steamed bun, which was moved horizontally within the dog's line of sight.

Normally, the dog's gaze can follow smoothly, but now the dog's body wants to move but its neck is stuck, and its eyes look anxious.

The head remains tilted to one side and cannot straighten itself.

When turning his head, his movements were stiff; it wasn't his head that turned, but his whole body that followed.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's understanding of the dog's symptoms has improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

These are some strange and unusual abilities.

Yang Chaoyue carefully applied a hot towel to the dog's neck to help relieve its pain, and said to Jiang Yang during the video call:
"So it was just a stiff neck. My dog ​​got beaten up by me for nothing."

Listening to Yang Chaoyue recount the violence he committed against his own dog.

Jiang Yang felt much better.

They got their revenge for last year.

The video call hangs up.

I left Liu Haochun's dormitory; I was supposed to go back to Wudu tomorrow.

Xu Xiaoou noticed that Jiang Yang's "Starry Sea" was appearing on the charts of QQ Music and NetEase Cloud Music.

Gulnazar retweeted Jiang Yang's Weibo post, and everyone thought it would be quickly removed by her company team.

But I found that it had been hanging there all along.

I understand what's going on.

At first, it was definitely Gulnazar who insisted, but later they realized that Jiang Yang's song was on the verge of becoming a hit, which would actually benefit Gulnazar, so they stopped asking her to delete it.

Because Gulnazar originally brought Jiang Yang popularity, Gulnazar was at a disadvantage.

A seemingly aloof goddess suddenly sharing a healing song might blur her image.

However, once Jiang Yang gains popularity, Gulnazar will actually benefit from the increased popularity, as she can ride on Jiang Yang's rising popularity.

Jiang Yang's journey from an unknown musician to sudden fame is an inspirational story in itself. As his early mentor, Nazha will be repeatedly mentioned by the media, increasing her exposure.

The team can market Gulnazar's image as someone with good taste in music and willing to support newcomers, thus offsetting the negative label of poor acting skills.

Netizens criticized her acting skills, but couldn't deny that the songs she shared were good; the negative reviews were diverted to different categories.

Gulnazar's team realized this, and Xu Xiaoou naturally realized it as well.

So the next morning, a phone call woke Jiang Yang up. After chatting with him for a few minutes, Jiang Yang was told to wait until his song gained more popularity before going live on Weibo to promote "A Little Reunion".

After chatting with Xu Xiaoou.

Jiang Yang went back to sleep and woke up at 10 a.m.

I'm very hungry.

Last year, in his rented apartment in the Fuli residential area of ​​Shanghai, Yang Chaoyue brought him breakfast every day.

A few days ago, Haochun would bring him breakfast on time.

Chaoyue is currently in his hometown of Yancheng, and Haochun is attending classes at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy. They haven't been able to enjoy breakfast as soon as they wake up, and it's really a bit of a shock.

Zhang Ruonan is also acceptable.

Zhang Ruonan is honest and kind, and very caring. The breakfast she brings takes everyone's tastes into account.

I can't count on Xiwei and MaiMai.

Even when he's by his side, if he asks Xiwei to bring him breakfast, she'll bring him a spicy pork trotter rice dish. It's obvious she learned it from Yang Chaoyue.

When the filming of "A Little Reunion" wrapped up last year, Jiang Yang tried asking Zhao Jinmai to bring him breakfast, wanting to see what kind of food she could buy for him.

Zhao Jinmai refused decisively: "What? Young Master Jiang broke his hand and can't he order takeout? Does he have to be waited on hand and foot?" (End of Chapter)