Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

[“Nazha is so rich, how could she only give this little? I'd rather believe Qin Shi Huang than you. This scoundrel of a boss is trying to scam me like a dog this morning. You can't trust capitalists.”]
I'm too lazy to reply to Yang Chaoyue.

Time is running out.

Jiang Yang changed into his school uniform and went out.

Being a boss is really stressful. If you deliver Tian Xiwei a little late, the Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex will cause trouble again.

Nan'an District, the Foggy City.

Zhou Ye was eating breakfast while chatting with Yang Chaoyue and Gulinazha in the [Scumbags Go to Die] group.

Mom was chatting with Grandma about recent events.

Grandma only then found out that her granddaughter was going to Beiping to take the second round of auditions for the Beijing Film Academy.

Actually, Grandma had no idea what the Beijing Film Academy was or what an art student was. She only knew that her granddaughter was going on a long trip: "Ye Ye, are you going to take the high-speed train soon?"

"I'm taking the high-speed train this afternoon with Jiang Yang. He's also going to Beiping for the art exam. He came to the shop before the Lunar New Year."

"That boy, I remember him, he was quite handsome."

Grandma recalled what Jiangyang looked like.

I have an impression of Jiangyang.

I'm from Chongqing, so why can I only eat mildly spicy food?

I ate a slightly spicy braised pork trotter rice, and my mouth was swollen from the spiciness. I can't even handle as much spice as that tall girl from Xingjiang.

After finishing breakfast, Grandma wiped her hands with her apron and took out a red envelope that had been opened and was stuffed with money.

There were more than a dozen hundred-yuan bills inside, as well as a few smaller denomination bills: "Ye Ye, take one, spend it on the way. Grandma doesn't have anything else, but you can have plenty of pocket money."

It's a local custom to wish for good luck.

It was also to give Zhou Ye pocket money.

Zhou Ye pulled out a one-yuan note and stuffed it into his pocket.

With her mouth stuffed with sesame balls and sesame seeds stuck to the corners of her mouth, Mom chuckled and said, "Are you out of your mind? You don't smoke a hundred-yuan cigarette."

"I'm here to visit my grandmother," Zhou Ye said lightly.

Hear the words.

The smile on Mom's face froze, then she relaxed and roughly wiped the sesame seeds from the corner of her mouth with her knuckles: "Never mind, you silly girl."

Zhou also smiled and said to his grandmother, "When I make money in Beiping, I'll come back and get a new counter for your shop. If I don't pass the exam, I'll come back and help you run the shop."

Grandma laughed and said, "Don't say such discouraging things! I'll keep the shop for you; I'd much rather see you smiling on TV."

Saying goodbye to my grandmother.

Zhou Ye felt much more at ease.

Every time I visit my grandmother, even though she is in good health, I feel like each visit is one less I can see.

I'm afraid my grandmother will grow old faster than I will achieve success.

I always feel like I'm being childish in front of my grandmother.

I don't know when I will truly grow up.

I don't know how many more years my grandmother, who raised me when I was little, will live before she passes away.

Every year I can feel my grandmother's hearing getting worse and worse, and she is slowly getting older, but her smile for me never changes.

I really want to become an actress as soon as possible so that my grandma can see me on the TV in the corner store.

After earning money, when visiting Grandma, you can take out a red envelope stuffed with money and say to her, "Come on, Grandma, it's your turn, draw one."

After visiting my grandmother, I returned home.

My home is in the city center of Wudu, close to the high-speed rail station.

Jiang Yang is currently in Tongliang, which is more than 70 kilometers away from the high-speed rail station. I called Jiang Yang and arranged to meet him in the afternoon.

By the way, ask Jiang Yang what he wants to eat, and I'll bring it to him later.

When she heard that Jiang Yang wanted to eat spring water chicken, she made a special note of it in her memo.

Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly heard Jiang Yang's voice, which was moving further and further away from the phone's receiver: "Xiwei, hurry up, we're going to be late for morning reading."

He must have said that when he put his phone down.

Zhou Ye didn't hang up the phone; he listened very attentively.

You can still faintly hear
Then came a female voice: "So what if I'm late? I only have two months left until graduation. How many more times can you take me to school? I just want to take things slowly with you. I wonder about the art exam retest..."

I didn't hear what they said after that.

The call ended, and a dial tone sounded from the receiver.

Zhou Ye was stunned by what he heard.

I pondered the two words I had just heard repeatedly.

Xiwei...Art Exam...

Xiwei likely refers to Tian Xiwei, whom Yang Chaoyue had mentioned to him, and the third artist signed by Jiangyang Company.

I never expected that Tian Xiwei was also an art student, just like me.

Moreover, Tian Xiwei lives closer to Jiang Yang's house than he does, close enough that they can go to and from school together.

Which school did Tian Xiwei apply to for her art exam?
Will it be the same as mine?
If they are the same, will Jiang Yang help Tian Xiwei or help himself?

It was obvious that Zhou Ye already had the answer in his heart.

She and Jiang Yang were just friends, but Tian Xiwei was an artist under Jiang Yang's company. (Click on Yang Chaoyue's Weibo.)

It was discovered that Yang Chaoyue's Weibo followers have risen to 4.

"A Little Reunion" has only been airing for three days, and its daily increase is 10,000.

And their Weibo account has been verified (verified).

The user has become the actor in the authentication process.

If you open Tian Xiwei's Weibo account again, you'll find she only has a few dozen followers.

My latest Weibo post reads: "[The drama 'A Little Reunion' starring Jiang Yang and Chao Yue has already aired. I really hope that the TV dramas and variety shows I'm in will wrap up filming and air soon.]"
Tian Xiwei also has film and television resources.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Jiang Yang's recently popular new song, "The Sea of ​​Stars," was written for Liu Haochun.

Liu Haochun is also a contracted artist with Jiangyang Company.

They were both art students.

There's also Zhang Ruonan, a female college student. You can find behind-the-scenes photos of her filming the variety show "Go Fighting!" online. She's in a noodle shop, acting opposite Huang Bo.

As long as you sign with Jiang Yang's company, you'll get a role!
I didn't care much about the pay.

They value the role more.

"Can Jiang Yang sign me to his company?"

The moment this thought popped into my head, a voice came to mind.

Why?
Then came another sound.

Why not!
I have to do something, even if the hope is slim. How will I know if I don't try?

"Why should I wait for others to give me a chance? This time, I want to kick the door open myself."

Take out your phone.

Send Jiang Yang a WeChat voice message: [“Jiang Yang, does your company need any artists? I can do the splits, do handstands, eat spicy food, and speak Chongqing dialect, I…”]
Halfway through.

Retract the message, throw your phone into bed... What are you being cowardly about?
It's too informal to discuss this kind of thing on WeChat.

I dared to switch to an arts class when I was in my senior year of high school, after studying IELTS, because I suddenly wanted to become an actor.

They dared to take the art exam after only six months of preparation.

I never lack the courage to face failure, because I don't want to live a life of conformity.

My mother once said that a stable life is not worthy of one's soul.

As agreed, Anwen met Jiangyang at the high-speed rail station in the afternoon.

Should we go find Jiang Yang now?
She packed her things, got ready to leave, hailed a taxi with her bag on her back, and the driver rolled down the window: "Where to?"

"Go to Tongliang County, Tongliang Middle School."

Sitting in a taxi.

Zhou Ye tightened his backpack straps and gazed at the scenery rushing past the window.

The backpack contained the art exam admission ticket, candy from my grandmother, and a handwritten self-recommendation letter for signing a contract.

The gap between myself and Jiang Yang is now large enough.

Yang Chaoyue, as well as Tian Xiwei, Liu Haochun, and Zhang Ruonan, whom he had never met before at Jiang Yang's company, were all girls of similar age to him, and the gap between them was also very large.

It will only get bigger in the future.

This might be the closest I've ever come to my dream.

So you should do it as early as possible.

Only by taking initiative can you know the outcome, even if it is destined to fail.

I'd risk all my dignity to bang my head against a brick wall, not to prove how great I am.

It's a message to my younger self, the girl who stood in front of my grandmother's convenience store, staring blankly at the black-and-white television screen: "Look, we really dare..."

Zhou Ye wiped his eyes and practiced what he thought was his best smile in front of the rearview mirror.

Just like back in the day, when I would secretly imitate the expressions of actors on TV behind the counter of a convenience store.

I didn't tell my parents or my grandmother about this trip.

There is a resolute determination.

There is loneliness.

They have the courage to go all in.

Zhou Ye glanced at the WeChat Moments posts he made during the Chinese New Year this year.

My gaze lingered on that sentence: "[My name is Zhou Ye, the 'Ye' in 'wild horse'."]
Some opportunities aren't waited for, they're seized.

More than an hour later, the car stopped on Minzhu Road in Bachuan Street, Tongliang District. The school bell that had just rung could be heard, followed by the background music of broadcast gymnastics.

"Girl, you've arrived at Tongliang Middle School."

Zhou Ye suddenly straightened his back, pushed open the door, and got out of the car.
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PS:

Thank you for the 1000 points reward.

Liu Haochun: "Thank you for the little chicken leg that Chujian Nuanyang fed me... The purity you protected is the last fairy tale in this world."

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