Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The video chat request was sent.

Zhao Jin answered the call instantly.

Immediately switch to the front-facing camera to film Jiang Yang on stage.

Zhao Jinmai's handheld shooting caused the image to shake slightly, occasionally sweeping across the glaring spotlights on the ceiling.

Jiang Yang stood under the spotlight, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

In the background, Zhuang Dafei sits in front of a grand piano, ready to play at any moment.

Jiang Yang raised the microphone: "This song is called 'The Sea of ​​Stars,' but its original inspiration actually came from a girl's tears."

The audience fell silent.

Jiang Yang continued, "Her name is Liu Haochun. She is a good friend of mine and an artist in my company. She is the most stubborn dancer I have ever met."

"Her dance achievements were excellent, good enough to win a national gold medal, good enough to earn the judges' standing ovation, but she couldn't get the one thing she wanted in return: 'You're great.'"

Zhuang Dafei's slender fingers fell on the piano keys.

The piano prelude sounded.

Jiang Yang finished speaking his last sentence:

"The original intention of the song 'Starry Sea' was to tell her that you don't need anyone's approval because you are the star yourself."

Liu Haochun paused slightly, gripped his phone tightly, and smiled.

Sweat mixed with tears flowed into my mouth, salty and bitter.

I've listened to this song many times, and Jiang Yang's live singing is even better than his performance on music platforms.

After listening to the entire song and ending the video call, Liu Haochun was still in a daze.

I actually knew all along that Jiang Yang wrote this song for himself.

Hearing Jiang Yang say it in front of so many people for the first time felt different.

She looked down at her phone screen, her fingertips gently tracing the now-darkened interface.

He danced with all his might and won awards.

I practiced until my toes bled and my knees were bruised.

I thought that as long as I danced well enough, I could get a "You're great" from my parents.

Those applause and trophies can never fill the hole in my heart.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, but Liu Haochun didn't wipe it away, letting it fall onto the dance studio floor.

I clicked on the lyrics of Jiang Yang's song again.

I've watched it many times.

I've already figured out what Jiang Yang means.

What Jiang Yang wrote wasn't that you're great, but rather that you don't need others to say you're great.

Liu Haochun suddenly smiled.

"I kept chasing after my parents for their approval, but I forgot that the person who should approve of me the most is actually myself."

Dusk was falling outside the window.

The setting sun shone through the glass, casting dappled light and shadow on her sweat-soaked dance costume.

I remembered what Jiang Yang had said to me.

Stars don't need anyone to light them; they shine on their own.

Liu Haochun stood up and pulled off the loose school uniform jacket around his waist.

In the mirror in the practice room, the girl who always had a tight smile now had a glint in her eyes.

I turned on my phone screen and posted a message on my WeChat Moments that was only visible to myself.

The accompanying picture is a photo of her and Jiang Yang saved in her private QQ album.

This photo was taken late at night in the dance studio of the East Hotel, in front of the mirror in the dance studio.

The mirrored wall reflected two tired but smiling figures.

Jiang Yang sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water as a microphone, and exaggeratedly mimicking the judges' expressions as they gave scores.

Liu Haochun, dressed in her training clothes with her hair in a ponytail, held onto the barre with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, laughing so hard she bent over.

Roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and half-eaten rice ball wrappers were scattered on the floor.

The caption is:
[I've won many awards, but Jiang Yang, do you know what? Meeting you is the most precious award I've ever received.]
Xiwei is in Chongqing, Chaoyue is in Yancheng, Ruonan is in Linchuan, and I am in Beiping.

Very close to Jiangyang

I know Jiang Yang is staying at the East Coast Hotel in Chaoyang District tonight.

I've already asked the school for leave from filming, and I was originally planning to see Jiang Yang tomorrow.

I can't wait until tomorrow.

I want to see Jiang Yang right now, I really, really want to see him before they do.

After leaving the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy, Jiang Yang went to Xu Xiaoou's office at Lemon Pictures and returned to the hotel at 8 p.m.

Looking at the contract in my hand.

It is the initial framework of a resource exchange contract.

It includes clauses binding characters to projects, priority authorization for song creation, and even a performance-based agreement—it's ridiculous.

Initial contract.

The terms inside were so exaggerated that Jiang Yang didn't bother to read them carefully; he just listed them out to negotiate later.

Starting a company is just a convenient way for me to exploit others.

Only by holding resources in our own hands can we go far. At least after the broadcast of "A Little Reunion", we no longer need to bring our own artists to auditions.

The success of the broadcast of "Fighter of the Destiny" can enhance one's bargaining power.

Staring at the densely packed clauses on the contract, Jiang Yang stroked the edge of the pages, sat on the sofa, and murmured to himself, "It's really strange. I started the company just for my own convenience, thinking I could just get as many attribute points as possible, but now, seeing these silly girls working so hard, I'm actually starting to feel scared..."

The voice paused.

Images flashed through my mind.

Yang Chaoyue stayed up all night on set memorizing lines until 3 a.m.

When Tian Xiwei was first brought to the Extreme Challenge program, her acting skills were not up to par, and she fell more than ten times for a scene as an extra.

Liu Haochun practiced dancing until her toenails fell off, but she still laughed and said it was nothing.

Take out your phone.

I looked through the chat history in the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group.

A moment later, Jiang Yang walked to the French windows and looked out at the brightly lit Beiping.

Directly ahead is the Huaxia Zun, which is still under construction. You can see the red aviation warning light on top, like an unsheathed sword piercing the night sky.

The traffic on the East Fourth Ring Road resembles glowing blood vessels.

Flights taking off and landing at Beijing Capital International Airport swept through the clouds, and the tail of one plane flashed.

Jiang Yang's gaze was fixed on the balcony glass, where he saw his slightly reddened eyes faintly reflected in the image.

What exactly are you afraid of?
"Afraid of not being able to provide them with better resources, afraid of betraying this trust, Zhang Ruonan even treasured her 10,000 yuan salary. Zhao Jinmai, who is not even a member of the company, cares more about these silly girls than anyone else. She could have not worked so hard, but she insisted on proving that she deserved these opportunities."

I glanced back at the contract on the sofa.

Suddenly realized.

Without realizing it, I actually started to take it seriously and began to think about how to run this lousy company properly, just so that they could continue to foolishly chase after the light.

Push open the balcony glass.

The night breeze blew in.

The contract pages rustled.

Jiang Yang suddenly laughed and wiped his face: "What's this? It's a simulation game. You get caught up in it and end up getting yourself into it."

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

Jiang Yang put the contract away and called out, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Jiang Yang."

"Haochun?"

It was Liu Haochun's voice immediately; it was timid.

Shouldn't Liu Haochun be in class at this time?
Upon opening the door, one could see Liu Haochun standing outside, still wearing his Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School uniform and carrying a bulging backpack.

The school uniform jacket was only hastily pulled over one sleeve, the other side slipping down to the elbow, revealing the white practice clothes underneath, soaked with sweat.

I ran all the way here after getting off the subway station.

A few stray strands of hair fell from her bun and clung to her sweaty neck.

Jiang Yang could smell the sweat from her journey: "Why are you here?"

"I missed you... so I came." Liu Haochun's eyes flickered slightly, showing a hint of shyness, yet also a stubbornness.

Don't you have class tonight?

Liu Haochun suddenly took a step forward, dropped his backpack, and threw himself into Jiang Yang's arms.

It wasn't a gentle embrace, but rather a leap like the end of a dance.

Staggering slightly, she bumped into Jiang Yang, causing him to take a half-step back.

She gripped Jiang Yang's clothes tightly with both hands.

As she nestled against Jiang Yang's shoulder, a slight smile played on her lips, her eyes closed; she had finally found her safe haven.
"Jiang Yang, I've been listening to the song you sang for me at Qinghua High School today. Jiang Yang, I missed you, so I came here... Jiang Yang, why are your eyes red?"

"Me? No, it's nothing."

Jiang Yang chuckled, wiping the corner of his eye from the wind on the balcony.

With one arm around Liu Haochun, he lifted his leg to hook Liu Haochun's backpack into the house, and with his other hand he was about to close the door.

Liu Haochun's voice was much more steady than before: "Jiang Yang, you get resources for us and take on gigs for us, you must be very tired."

Let's pause briefly.

Liu Haochun's tone was filled with stubborn confidence: "Actually, I can also try to become that ray of light in your darkness."

After she finished speaking, she looked up slightly at Jiang Yang.

I finally said what I'd been holding back for so long.

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback.

He held the disheveled yet brave girl tightly in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a tightness in my neck.

"Tsk, it's been so many days, don't keep kissing the same spot..."

Jiang Yang hugged her even tighter.
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PS:

Meng Ziyi: "Thanks to Teacher Mao's dog, who gave me a talisman... They said I rely on my face to make a living, so I crushed this face and kneaded it into the role. What the audience remembers is no longer my facial features, but the life I brought to life."

Zhuang Dafei: "Thank you to the flaws that gave me an Oscar trophy... Malice is like a stone, once you throw it away, it's gone; kindness is like a seed, once you plant it, it will sprout."

Liu Haochun: "Thank you for the little chicken leg that Chujian Nuanyang gave me... I walked through the darkest night with the comments that were cursing me as torches."

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