Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhou Ye sent Tian Xiwei a red envelope containing 1,000 yuan.

Tian Xiwei chimed in: ["Ye Ye, I recognized your accent just now. We're from the same hometown. It's too formal to transfer money as soon as you come in."]
Tian Xi received the payment in seconds.

Zhou Ye sent Zhang Ruonan a red envelope containing 1,000 yuan.

Zhang Ruonan sent a message: ["No, I can't accept so much money, it's not right."]
Yang Chaoyue @ Zhang Ruonan: [“Little Zhang, what do you mean?”]
Zhao Jinmai @ Zhang Ruonan: [“What, does that mean I’m a bad kid?”]
Tian Xiwei @Zhang Ruonan: [“You look down on my fellow villager’s measly money, don’t you?”]
Suddenly sensing the domineering presence in the workplace, Zhang Ruonan retracted the message she had just sent and accepted the red envelope transferred by Zhou Ye.

Then I flooded the screen with a row of "Thank you boss" emojis.

Liu Haochun chimed in: [“Am I late?”]
Zhou Ye sent Liu Haochun a red envelope containing 1,000 yuan.

Liu Haochun flooded the screen with a row of "Thank you boss" emojis.

Chatted for a while.

Everyone then realized that Zhou Ye was indeed an artist that Jiang Yang might sign at any time.

An artist who belongs to Schrödinger's category.

She and Jiang Yang participated in the entrance exams for the Beijing Film Academy twice.

Right now, Jiang Yang and Hao Chun are both staying at the East Hotel in Chaoyang District, Beiping, where Hao Chun has been teaching them dance all night.

Zhou Ye then sent Jiang Yang five exclusive red envelopes, totaling one thousand yuan.

For a full five minutes, he did not accept it.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: ["Xiao Jiang is probably asleep. I can't even imagine how happy he'll be when he wakes up tomorrow morning and sees such a big red envelope. Anyway, he said he was going to kick someone out, but he didn't say Zhou Ye. Let's just kick Xiao Jiang out."]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["No way, Yang-ge is the boss after all, I'm the group admin, I don't agree, MaiMai, stop messing around."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Kick Xiao Jiang out, and Zhou Ye will give him a thousand yuan red envelope, which we can split among ourselves.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“I remember now, Brother Yang cursed at me last year. What right does he have to be a boss!”]
Zhou Ye returned to his room, washed up, and went to bed.

Looking at the messages in the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group.

Everyone is kind to me.

Yang Chaoyue, in particular, has become like a sister to him. She said that even if he hadn't signed with Jiang Yang's company but with another company, he could ask Chaoyue anytime if he didn't understand something while filming.

What a great colleague.

I discovered that Yang Chaoyue had set a special title for herself in the group, which was to the left of her ID: [Little Rich Woman].

It wasn't originally this exclusive title; it was originally called "[the wronged one]".

When asked what "Chaoyue Yuanzhong" meant, Chaoyue didn't explain in detail, only saying that it was taught by Jiang Yang, and then it was changed to "Little Rich Woman".

Looking at his empty phone balance, Zhou Ye texted his mother: "Mom, I'm out of money. Transfer some to me."
Another watch wallet featuring a gorilla reaching out for money.

Wake up the next day.

My mother replied: "The cost of living in Beiping is indeed high. Be careful with your money."
This was followed by a transfer notification for 20,000 yuan.

Open Moments.

I noticed that Jiang Yang posted something last night.

The accompanying image is a sticky note.

The note read in Liu Haochun's neat handwriting: "Jiang Yang, it's okay if you don't make any money. I'll dance to earn money and pay your salary. I hope you're happy every day."

I used to wait for others to say you were great, but now I just want to say to you, Jiang Yang, you are already great.

The candy you gave me was too sweet; from now on, share half of the bitterness with me.

There's a dash at the end, and the signature isn't Liu Haochun.

Instead, it reads: "A girl who thought she wouldn't get any candy, only to find that her mouth had already been stuffed full of sweetness."

Jiang Yang's caption for this post on WeChat Moments was:
[You are not by my side, but you are in my heart.]
A comment from Gulnazar read: "[Which girl are you talking about?]"
Then came Yang Chaoyue's: [This is what I wrote.]
Zhao Jinmai replied to Yang Chaoyue: [Chaoyue, you can't write such beautiful characters. This is what I wrote.]
Tian Xiwei replied to Zhao Jinmai: [Maimai, you couldn't write such a meaningful sentence. Actually, I wrote it.]
Jiang Yang was groggily awakened by the ringing of the phone.

It was Yang Chaoyue calling.

After the call connected, I heard Yang Chaoyue's voice: "Finally awake. I thought you were fast asleep. Brother Yang, I've sent you the recording file."

Jiang Yang's voice was dry from waking up early.

He squinted and reached for the water glass on the bedside table. His Adam's apple bobbed: "What recording file?"

"Calories, that's the song."

Yang Chaoyue was sitting on his father's motorcycle, riding towards Yancheng Airport.

You can hear the barking of stray dogs roaming by the roadside, and the rumbling of the wind.

Yang Chaoyue paused, cleared his throat, and shouted into the phone microphone: "Burn my calories!!!"

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang's ears rang, and he woke up.

hang up the phone.

I received the audio file from Yang Chaoyue and listened to it in its entirety.

not bad.

It's much better than it was at the beginning.

At least the tone of voice doesn't have a regional accent, and it's not off-key. The rhythm is a bit lacking, but these can be fixed in the recording studio. With a little more practice, it will be ready to release a song.

The publicity campaign for "A Little Reunion" has ended.

Zhao Jinmai's flight home was booked at roughly the same time as Zhou Ye's, both in the morning.

I'll also pick up Chaoyue and Xiwei.

Jiang Yang was driving the Mercedes-Benz S-Class that he had taken from the old man to the airport, and things were a bit strange on the way.

In the past, Zhao Jinmai always sat in the front row.

Today, she noticed Zhou Ye sitting in the back row, and she deliberately chose to sit in the back row as if she knew Zhou Ye.

We chatted idly for a while.

Once on the airport expressway, Liu Haochun sat in the passenger seat and saw the post Jiang Yang had made on WeChat Moments.

She liked the post and commented below: [Anyway, I didn't write it.]
From the window, you can see the large chimneys outside the Fourth Ring Road, belonging to the Beijing Energy Thermal Power Plant, belching white smoke that blends into the smoggy sky.

Let's look at Jiang Yang's post on WeChat Moments again.

My gaze lingered on Jiang Yang's post on WeChat Moments: "You are not by my side, but you are in my heart."

I know they're talking about me.

just now.

She was both by Jiang Yang's side and in Jiang Yang's heart.

Is this what it feels like to be cared about?

Sunlight streamed through the clouds into the car, and Liu Haochun gazed at Jiang Yang's profile as he focused on driving.

She quietly pressed her phone close to her heart, guarding a little secret known only to her.

After dropping off Zhao Jinmai and Zhou Ye, we still had to wait at the airport for a while to pick up Chao Yue and Xi Wei.

The car was heading towards the airport parking lot. After it stopped, Zhou Ye and Zhao Jinmai got out of the car and went to the back to get their luggage.

Jiang Yang had just unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to push the door open when Liu Haochun grabbed his wrist: "Wait a minute."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yang had a premonition.

"Xiwei and Chaoyue are coming soon. Zhou Ye and Mai Mai are getting off the bus now."

Liu Haochun wrapped her arms around Jiang Yang's neck, leaned forward, and gently grasped Jiang Yang's collar with her fingers: "Give me a kiss, I have a fever."

"Has he run a fever again?"

Jiang Yang raised his hand and covered Liu Haochun's forehead.

It's not hot at all, just at normal temperature.

"I lied to you."

It's both a way of being coquettish and a test.

Liu Haochun buried her face in Jiang Yang's shoulder, her whole body went limp, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered, and she moved closer to Jiang Yang's neck.

The first thing printed on was the lipstick she applied this morning.

A pale cherry red.

Jiang Yang, with his arm around Liu Haochun's waist, habitually let out a soft "Hiss..."

He casually picked up his phone from the center console, opened the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group, and sent a message to Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei, telling them that he and Haochun had come to pick them up.

Suddenly, I froze.

Looking at the last chat message in the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group, it says: You have been kicked out of the group chat.

Jiang Yang fell into deep thought.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Chaoyue is getting better and better.

Do you know what this means?

This means that the 1,000 yuan red envelope that Zhou Ye sent him in the group last night is gone!

wait.

I'll mess with her sooner or later.

"Jiang Yang, don't look at your phone, hold me tight."

Jiang Yang tossed his phone aside, lowered his head, and pressed his cheek against Liu Haochun's head, gently stroking the back of Liu Haochun's head. With his other hand, he tightened his embrace around Liu Haochun's waist.

Zhao Jinmai, dragging her suitcase, hadn't walked far towards the exit when she said, "Why are those two still dawdling?"

She slowed her pace.

Look back.

Near the pillar, a cleaning lady wearing a fluorescent green vest was picking up cigarette butts with tongs.

Ground staff pushed a luggage cart past.

The sunlight reflected off the glass curtain wall of the terminal building was dazzling.

Zhao Jinmai's gaze lingered on Jiang Yang's Mercedes: "What's wrong with you, dawdling around like that?"

"Don't look."

Zhou Ye glanced back, then immediately looked away.

I saw the same scene in Jiangyang's room last night.

She covered Zhao Jinmai's eyes and blurted out in the Chongqing dialect, "Don't look! This is an adult's business. If a child stares at it for too long, their eyelids will get sores!"

"What's the matter?"

Adult matters?

Zhao Jinmai wasn't particularly interested at first, but after hearing Zhou Ye's words, she suddenly became interested.

Like a cat scratching at a crack in a door, the index finger stubbornly pried open Zhou Ye's hand.

She craned her neck forward, unconsciously tiptoed, opened her eyes wide, and strained to see and learn.
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