Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

“I sent Jiang Yang a message, but he hasn’t replied yet,” Zhou Ye said, pouting.

Mom gently tidied Zhou Ye's hair: "Ye Ye, Jiang Yang helped you out of kindness, and it's his right not to. His recent drama 'A Little Reunion' has been broadcast, and he's probably busy with promotions. Whether he comes this time or not, we should remember his kindness."

Zhou Ye looked down and picked at the corner of the blanket: "I know. On the day of the preliminary exam, if he hadn't explained the questions to me, I probably wouldn't have had the courage to even enter the exam room."

"Yes, if someone is willing to spend time with you, it means they consider you a friend. Between friends, you can't just think 'he should help me,' but rather 'what can I do for him.'"

Hear the words.

Zhou Ye looked up, his eyes serious: "Then, I'll treat him to dinner when he's done with his work."

"That's right. True friends aren't about who owes whom, but about supporting each other, knowing how to be grateful, and knowing how to give back."

The fine lines around Mom's eyes have smoothed out.

There was relief, but also heartache.

As I left, I glanced back at my daughter to make sure she was in a better mood.

On the surface, he may seem to be nagging about principles, but in reality, every word he says is carefully protecting the child's self-esteem.

She was worried that her daughter wouldn't get a response from Jiang Yang, and that she wouldn't be able to get over that hurdle in her heart, and that she would get hurt.

Zhou Ye opened Jiang Yang's chat box and found that he still hadn't received a reply. Suddenly, he saw a "typing" message at the top of the chat box.

She sat up, unconsciously holding her breath.

I was so nervous I forgot to breathe.

Ten seconds later.

Jiang Yang sent a message: ["I'm free these two days. Are you going to the Beijing Film Academy for your second interview tomorrow? I'm in Tongliang, Chongqing. We can go together."]
Zhou Ye typed rapidly, his fingers trembling, unable to control his speed due to excitement: [“Okay!”]
After sending the message, I pressed my phone to my chest and let out a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yang's message followed: ["Chaoyue and Nazha are my friends. Last time I asked you to treat them to dinner and play for two days. I'm quite familiar with Beiping, so I'll show you around when you get there."]
After talking with Jiang Yang.

Zhou Ye sprang out of bed, his bare feet on the floor, not even bothering to put on slippers.

Realizing her mother wasn't in the living room but in the bathroom, she raised her voice by half an octave and spoke faster: "Mom! Jiang Yang called me back! He's still willing to help me!"

The TV show "A Little Reunion" is playing.

It started airing three days ago.

I watch it every day.

Very envious.

I really wish I could appear on TV.

Staring at Jiang Yang on TV, her eyes were filled with envy and tenderness.

Like watching a dream that's out of reach.

It's still hard to believe that Jiang Yang, who might soon become a household name as an actor, is willing to be friends with someone like me who isn't even sure if she'll pass the entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy.

Seeing his mother come out of the bathroom, Zhou Ye excitedly showed her his phone chat history: "Jiang Yang still remembers me..."

He paused suddenly, his voice trailing off, a smile on his face: "He still remembers me, a friend who's of little use to him."

Humility and elation intertwined.

Before falling asleep.

Zhou Ye posted two updates on his WeChat Moments.

My first post on WeChat Moments, set to be visible only to myself, was a piece of text:
I'm not even one ten-thousandth as good as him, yet he still looks down at me.

I will work hard, and one day, I will be able to help him too.
The second post on WeChat Moments is public.

The accompanying image is a photo of a Beijing Film Academy interview notification.

The caption is:
If someone is willing to take a detour to see the scenery with me, then I will strive to become the scenery itself.
Lights out for ten minutes.

I couldn't fall asleep in bed, so I changed to lying on my side, but I still couldn't feel sleepy.

I turned on my phone screen and saw that my newly posted Moments post already had several likes.

There are some from Gulnazar and some from Yang Chaoyue.

Gulnazar commented below: [Go for it, Xiao Ye! When you pass the exam, let's go eat hot pot together to celebrate!]
Zhou Ye replied: [Okay!! Sister Nazha, I will definitely work hard!]
Yang Chaoyue commented below: [This admission notice is really nice. I didn't even finish high school. Can I touch yours?]
Zhou Ye replied: [This notice is useless to you. I saw you in "A Little Reunion" on TV; you're already a big star now.]
Yang Chaoyue replied: [But I didn't even finish high school. I dream of getting a university acceptance letter. I'm so envious.]
Zhou Ye replied: [Chao Yue, stop messing around.]
I don't understand why Chaoyue envies me.

It's true that I admire Chaoyue.

I did not see Jiang Yang's reply.

refresh.

Jiang Yang noticed another notification message and gave it a thumbs up!

Jiang Yang commented below: [You've been a sight to behold for a long time, you just haven't realized it.]
Zhou Ye stared in disbelief.

I suddenly felt much more at ease.

I chatted with Jiang Yang for a bit.

As night deepens, the sounds from the night market stalls outside the residential area seem amplified.

Zhou Ye listened to the clanging and clattering of folding tables and chairs as the night market stalls packed up.

I turned my phone screen back on, took a screenshot of Jiang Yang's comment, saved it, and then put my phone under my pillow.

With her cheek pressed against the pillow and a faint smile on her face, she quickly fell asleep.

Every time I go on a long trip or come back from another place, I have to go to my maternal grandmother's house to visit her.

I got up early the next day and went to the old communities around Jiefangbei in YZ District.

My maternal grandmother's small shop is on this street. Before the Chinese New Year, I brought Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue, and Gulinazha to my grandmother's shop.

On the left is Old Tang's Barbershop. The red and white rotating light fixtures are covered in dust, and a faded sign on the glass reads "5 yuan for a haircut." The owner is shaving a customer, and the razor makes a swishing sound as it rubs against the leather belt.

To the right is a hole-in-the-wall restaurant, with red plastic bags of sausages hanging on bamboo poles at the entrance, and the proprietress standing on tiptoe using a fly swatter to knock on the shelves.

Before Mom's electric scooter had even come to a complete stop, Zhou, sitting on the back, called out to the convenience store, "Grandma!"

She jumped off the electric scooter before it had even come to a complete stop, ran a few steps, and then slowed down, afraid that her grandmother would say she was being reckless.

I got off the bus and looked into the convenience store.

Grandma was wearing a floral print cardigan, her gray hair was haphazardly held back with black hair clips, and she had a tattered apron from twenty years ago tied around her waist.

He had a few fruit candies in his pocket.

My hearing isn't very good, so I didn't hear Zhou Ye's shouts.

He was hunched over, wiping the glass counter with old newspapers.

The shelves contain Jianlibao beverages, which were popular more than a decade ago, as well as old-fashioned candy jars.

When Zhou Ye walked in, Grandma looked up, paused for a moment, and then smiled: "Ye Ye's here? Are you alone? Have you had breakfast?"

"I haven't had breakfast yet, come eat here, Mom's behind me." Zhou Ye grinned.

Breakfast was simple: rice porridge, sesame balls, and plain noodles.

Grandma's convenience store can have tables set up inside.

However, every time I come here, I don't eat properly at the table.

I prefer to eat on a small stool next to the shelf, with the noodle bowl placed on a stack of empty beverage boxes.

Grandma sat on a low bamboo stool behind the counter, her bowl on the glass counter where cigarettes were kept. She ate while glancing at the doorway out of the corner of her eye, watching to see if any customers were coming in.

The mother leaned against the freezer door, with a piece of sesame oil paper lining the plastic basket containing coins, and occasionally used her foot to shove away stray cats that were trying to steal scraps.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message in the group [[Scumbags all go to the fourth place]].

Gulina created the group before the Chinese New Year, and Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue are also in the group.

I opened the message and saw it was from Gulnazar: [“@All members, is anyone here? I need to talk to you. Where are you all? What are you doing? Is anyone in Beiping?”]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: ["I'm catching sand crabs back in my hometown."]
Then I posted a photo.

The photo shows five or six small sand crabs crammed into a plastic bucket covered in sand, with half a seashell stuck to the edge of the bucket.

The background is a muddy beach after the tide has receded, with dilapidated fishing boats leaning precariously in the mudflats in the distance.

Zhou Ye posted a message: ["I'm eating rice porridge at my hometown. I'll be coming to the Beijing Film Academy with Jiang Yang today to take the entrance exam."]
I raised my phone and took a picture.

The photo shows steaming rice porridge in a blue-rimmed bowl with golden-brown fried dough sticks floating on top.

In the reflection of the glass counter, you can vaguely see the grandmother's hand secretly burying a poached egg into her bowl.

I also sent a message: [“Sister Nazha, what are you doing? How have you been lately?”]
At the Beiping International Trade Hotel, Gulnazar looked at the messages in the group chat.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

Everyone around me is trying to please me.

People online are all criticizing me. I constantly feel the falseness of this world.

Only when you spend time with Chaoyue and Zhou Ye can you realize that they genuinely care about you.

She casually snapped a photo and posted it in the group chat.

Two pairs of high heels lay scattered in front of the French windows, one of which had a broken heel; it had sprained its ankle last night while hiding from reporters.

The bottle of foundation lying upside down on the vanity had a clump of clumps at the top.

You can also see melatonin medication by the bedside.

Gulnazar edited the text message:

[“I haven’t been doing too well lately. Last night, after getting all my makeup done, I completed a signing ceremony for a jewelry brand’s China regional endorsement. Yesterday, there was that trending topic on Weibo about photoshopped pictures of me, the one with the hashtag #NazhaGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry#. The brand suddenly asked me to attend discreetly and canceled the red carpet event. Basically, this unworthy actress of my stature has slunk back to my hotel room and is hiding… I miss you.”]
I originally thought I could type out this line of text calmly.

But when the words "virtue does not match one's position" are typed out.

Gulnazar's fingers trembled.

Zheng Shuang's relationship with Hu Yanbing was recently exposed, yet she's still the one being criticized.

On Weibo, I clicked on the public service advertisement I filmed in Chongqing, in which I played a blind girl.

It was under Jiang Yang's tutelage that I gave my best performance on screen.

There are already more than 30,000 comments.

The most upvoted comment is: [“You’ve made Zheng Shuang lose so much weight, how shameless!”]
The second point is: [“Does a professional mistress deserve to play a positive role? I suggest checking how many nights the director slept with her before approving the film.”]
The next one reads: [“Xingjiang people, get back to the Western Regions! They're so annoying. Will they die if they don't come to the mainland to plunder resources?”]
The accompanying image was a black and white photo of Gulnazar photoshopped into a black and white image.

I read through them one by one.

The top-rated comments on the front page didn't mention anyone talking about their own acting skills.

Nobody talked about the plot of this public service announcement.

All negative reviews.

After scrolling through the comments several times, I finally found one related to the public service advertisement: ["To be fair, Nazha's improvement this time is quite obvious. My sister is a blind woman, and her life situation is very similar to Nazha's character."]
—This comment was followed by the reply: ["May your whole family die if you take money to whitewash this, get out, you Xinjiang dogs!"]
Someone has noticed his acting skills!
Gulnazar's gaze was fixed on the comment praising her.

This demonstrates that your efforts have been effective.

Even a single positive review is still a positive review.

refresh.

I discovered that the positive review is gone; it was deleted by the original Weibo account.

The smile on her lips froze.

I understand what's going on.

She must have been so overwhelmed by the criticism that she deleted the comments praising her.

A positive review is like rain in the desert; it evaporates before it even hits the ground.

Gulnazar gave a bitter smile.

Very normal.

It's something I can accept.

The cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

I received a call from my agent: "Nazha, let's skip this morning and come back this afternoon. The brand wants you to just smile and not talk on stage. The press session is canceled. Just bear with it."

"it is good."

After hanging up, Gulnazar tore up her prepared speech and flushed it down the toilet.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she murmured, "It's okay."

If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how will you ever turn things around?

How to become the top female star of Tangren Media.

How can I reassure my mother and sister at home?

She calmed her breathing and comforted herself: "The Gulnazar they're criticizing is a label on trending topics, a symbol in press releases, a monster imagined by netizens, not the real me."

Gulnazar suddenly pinched her thumb and forefinger hard, her voice trembling slightly:
"When my acting skills are good enough that other actors can't even reach them on tiptoe, will everyone be able to see the real me?"

If you persevere, you'll eventually succeed.

Suddenly I realized that the word "熬" (áo) means to simmer or burn, as if one's heart has been fried until it's sizzled with oil, yet it still has to be used as fuel.

Can do it!

With Jiang Yang teaching me, I'm sure I can do it.

Jiang Yang has taken his money, but he still owes twenty private lessons!

With Jiang Yang's "Starry Sea" playing on her phone, Gulnazar hummed the familiar melody as she sat back down on the sofa.

After being sent back to the hotel last night, I scrolled through Weibo alone until the early hours of the morning. When I saw the lyrics of Jiang Yang's song "Starry Sea" – "Don't stop when you pass through the sea of ​​people" – I suddenly remembered many things that have happened in the past few years since my debut.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

I opened the [Scumbags All Go to Group 4] again and looked at the text I had edited before.

Zhou Ye is currently just an art student, naive and full of hope for his acting career.

Zhou Ye didn't want his experience as a loser to affect his aspirations for the future.

I have been following the progress of Chaoyue.

It's truly remarkable how she went from being a factory worker in a textile factory to making a name for herself in the popular TV drama "A Little Reunion".

I'm afraid my negative emotions will affect my leap forward.

But keeping it all inside is really painful, and according to the doctor, not talking to someone will increase my depressive mood.

Take a look at the group members.

They noticed that Jiang Yang hadn't said a word.

She curled up in the corner of the hotel sofa, her eyes red-rimmed, fighting back tears. There were slight bite marks on her lower lip. She copied down the text she had just edited and sent it to Jiang Yang privately.

Some things can only be said to specific people, not out of trust, but because you know they won't laugh at your vulnerability.

Jiang Yang replied: [“???”]
Jiang Yang did not read the messages in the [Scumbag Goes to Four] group.

He was having breakfast at home, dipping fried dough sticks in soy milk, his upper lip covered in soy milk foam.

The old man's phone screen was playing "A Little Reunion".

I don't know how many times I've watched the broadcast of "A Little Reunion" over the past four days.

Every morning when I wake up, I start watching from the first episode again.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched.

When he looked up at Jiang Yang, his face fell again: "You son of a bitch, you act all high and mighty on TV, but in reality you're just a car thief! My Mercedes S-Class, when are you going to drive it back from Beijing, you little bastard!"

I couldn't be bothered to talk to the old man.

Jiang Yang carefully read through the message sent by Gulnazar, especially the last four words, "I miss you."

His scalp was numb.

"Nazha misses me? She has a boyfriend."

Edit the text and send it to Gulnazar:

[“Should this be sent to Zhang Han? This is Jiang Yang, Nazha-jie. Give me some hush money.”]
Gulina saw the message from Jiang Yang and typed back: "[How much hush money?]"
The phone vibrates.

Jiang Yang replied: [“Less than one billion.”]
Gulnazar was stunned for a second.

Suddenly I understood what Jiang Yang meant.

Her nostrils twitched slightly, and tears welled in her eyes as she laughed: "Just tell me how much."
Jiang Yang replied: [“Two hundred yuan!”]

PS:

Thank you for the talisman that life is full of regrets for Yang Chaoyue.

Thank you, Chujian Nuanyang, for feeding Liu Haochun the little chicken leg.

Thanks to the fried glutinous rice flour for providing Liu Haochun with a protective charm.

Thanks to Leonardo Liu for feeding Liu Haochun the chicken leg.

Thank you to those who called me Brother Kun for the 100 points they donated.

Please vote for me with your monthly tickets!
I'm begging for monthly votes, godfathers! (End of Chapter)