Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Upon entering the high-speed rail station, Zhou Ye offered to carry Jiang Yang's bag.

Look up at the waiting area.

Across from me, a middle-aged man in a faded suit was slumped in his chair, snoring.

The migrant worker couple took turns holding their crying baby, and the mother hummed softly in the Chongqing dialect, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Noticing that the aunt sitting next to him kept glancing at him, Zhou Ye tightened his backpack around his chest.

It wasn't until I heard the announcement about ticket checking and saw the woman get up to queue that I realized she was looking at the train schedule screen that I had been blocking.

Every time the announcement for ticket checking comes over the loudspeaker, even though I know it's definitely not my train and it won't be that fast, I still subconsciously look up to check my ticket.

When the high-speed train is about to arrive at the station, get up and queue up.

Zhou Ye, carrying Jiang Yang's briefcase, saw Jiang Yang scrolling through his QQ Space updates.

After seeing Jiang Yueyue's post, Jiang Yang frowned, pursed his lips, and typed a comment: "Can't you be normal for once?"
I received a message from Jiang Yueyue.

There is no text content.

There is only one photo.

It was taken by Jiang Yang in the back row of a first-year high school classroom, with an open copy of "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" still lying on the desk.

A death angle shot at a 45-degree angle.

The deliberately elongated and distorted non-mainstream bangs can cover half of the face.

The collar of her school uniform was pulled open, revealing her collarbone.

He held a gun to his temple with his right hand, biting his lower lip and making a wicked and arrogant expression.

Light green filter.

In the corner of the photo is a watermark that Jiang Yang once specially made: "莪の圊舂伱卟懂".

Jiang Yueyue then replied to Jiang Yang's comment: ["I have 108 more photos like yours."]
Jiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

He deleted his previous comment and commented again: ["Delete it, bro, have some self-respect."]
I received a private message from Jiang Yueyue: "[I want to sleep with a female celebrity.]"
Jiang Yang typed: ["I'll bring Han Hong back for you next time."]
Jiang Yueyue replied: [“Who is Han Hong? Is she pretty? How does she compare to Chao Yue?”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“It’s twice as much as the leap.”]
Jiang Yueyue replied: [“!!!”]
Let me refresh my sister's profile.

I discovered that he deleted that unflattering photo of him.

Then a message came: [“Hurry up and bring Han Hong home, I want to cuddle with her while I sleep!”]
Zhou Ye covered his mouth, remaining silent, deeply shocked.

It was already evening when we arrived in Beiping.

We stayed at the East Hotel in Chaoyang District again, and the old man's Mercedes-Benz S-Class still occupied a VIP spot in the underground parking lot.

The room was booked by the crew of the TV series "A Little Reunion".

After having dinner at the restaurant, I returned to my room and received a call from Xu Xiaoou.

That old fox, seeing his current popularity, has started making more demands on him.

He was tasked with using his popularity to promote "A Little Reunion" on Weibo, while also generating buzz for the upcoming filming of "Fighter of the Destiny".

They also got some benefits from Xu Xiaoou.

He was just a minor supporting character in the TV series "Fighter of the Destiny".

Have a night's rest.

The following morning, Zhou Ye went to Beijing Film Academy with Jiang Yang.

When I returned from the art exam, it was already afternoon.

Zhou Ye sat at her desk, the contract with Jiangyang Company spread out in front of her. She held a pen and sat there from afternoon to evening, staring at the contract, her eyes bloodshot, but she still didn't sign her name.

The words Jiang Yang had said to her on the way back from the Beijing Film Academy echoed in her mind: "The company can sign you a contract, but I only see your interest in becoming an actor, not your determination. You are not actually suited for the path of acting."

At the time, I didn't understand what Jiang Yang meant by those words.

He even retorted to Jiang Yang in his frustration: "Impossible! I can endure hardship, I can learn, I can prove it to you! I, Zhou Ye, am no worse than anyone else!"

You can practice your lines yourself.

Dance moves and body flexibility can be learned on your own.

I am capable of enduring hardship.

Yang Chaoyue, Tian Xiwei, Liu Haochun, and Zhang Ruonan—they could endure the hardships, and so could he. It wasn't until he returned to his room and saw the three videos Jiang Yang had sent him, watching them repeatedly, that Zhou Ye suddenly realized the problem.

These are audition clips of Yang Chaoyue, Liu Haochun, and Tian Xiwei for the role of "Fighter of the Destiny".

Yang Chaoyue performed a crying scene without any lines.

Seeing his father bring his mother, who had just returned from her divorce, and take a family photo with Chaoyue, with both parents smiling, Chaoyue silently shed tears.

I can't understand why Chaoyue is crying.

When Tian Xiwei saw her father returning from work with a broken finger, he still chatted and joked with her as usual. Tian Xiwei clung to her mother's shoulder in terror and burst into tears.

He couldn't understand why Tian Xiwei reacted that way.

Liu Haochun was in a phone booth, calling her father, longing for his approval, but her father ultimately stood against her.

In just a few minutes, four emotions were expressed, layered upon each other.

He couldn't understand why Liu Haochun's reaction was so strong.

As I was looking at it, I suddenly realized something.

It wasn't until the early hours of the next day that Jiang Yang woke her up and took her to the Dayang Road Agricultural Products Market.

It is a large-scale primary wholesale market that starts trading at 3 a.m., and is surrounded by a large number of migrant worker families.

Follow the vegetable vendor couple as they unload the first batch of vegetables in the early morning, and watch them peel off the rotten leaves with their frostbitten hands.

They discovered that the other party's daughter, who was in the first grade of elementary school, was curled up in a styrofoam box doing her homework.

Zhou Ye's voice tightened: "Jiang Yang, why isn't she doing her homework at home? Isn't it warmer at home?"

After a few seconds of pause, she suddenly realized something and asked in an even lower voice, "Does her house not have heating at all?"

Jiang Yang didn't answer, but said softly, "Why do you think her mother's hands are cracked like that?"

Next, I went to an illegal internet cafe in Feijia Village, Cuigezhuang Township. Nearby were schools for migrant workers' children and areas slated for demolition.

Pretending to wait for someone, I sat in a corner of the internet cafe, observing the teenagers who were playing games all night.

The school dropout sitting next to me was talking to his family on the phone: "I'd rather die than go back to that home!"

Hear the words.

Zhou Ye clenched the hem of his shirt: "Why does she hate going home so much?"

After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked up: "Is it... that home makes him feel worse than the internet cafe?"

In the air, a mixture of instant noodles and cigarette smoke drifted the sound of a boy secretly wiping away tears as he sobbed.

She looked at the boy secretly wiping away tears in the corner and remembered a sentence she had once seen.

Some people flee into the night because the light of day is too blinding.

Then we went to the emergency and rescue center on Hongyan Road.

It is surrounded by the CBD business district.

Construction workers are often taken to the hospital late at night.

At the emergency room payment window, I saw the migrant worker's trembling hands as he repeatedly counted cash, and the man in the designer business suit swiping his card at lightning speed.

Zhou Ye's voice was hoarse: "Why do some people spend so much time counting money when they see a doctor, while others don't even need to enter a password on their cards?"

Her voice softened slightly: "Can money really buy life?"

Jiang Yang stared at the payment window: "It's not that money can buy life, it's that for those without money, life is even cheaper."

I witnessed family members kneeling down to pick up lab reports that had been blown away by the wind, while stylishly dressed young women in the elevator were discussing celebrity gossip.

That night, Zhou Ye tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

The next day.

Without Jiang Yang's help, she took the initiative to go to the locations Jiang Yang sent on her phone, all of which were in Chaoyang District of Beiping.
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