Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhou Ye realized that Zhao Jinmai had pried her fingers apart, and she grabbed Zhao Jinmai and headed towards the parking lot exit.

"Why can't we look?" Zhao Jinmai shouted. "How dare they put on this show? Are they afraid of people seeing them?"

"You're too young."

"I'm not a child anymore."

Zhou Ye changed the subject: "MaiMai, don't you think Teacher HaoChun is silly?"

Zhao Jinmai glared at Zhou Ye: "I don't tolerate talking badly about people behind their backs. If you want to scold someone, scold them to their face."

The phone vibrates.

I received a red envelope from Zhou Ye.

Zhao Jinmai put her arm around Zhou Ye's shoulder: "Hao Chun and Xiao Jiang are right in front of us. It's not about talking behind their backs. Hao Chun is pretty stupid, but Xiao Jiang is such a fussy guy, he's only good for one or two shots!"

What does "three cannons" mean?

"Stop talking nonsense, why do you say Hao Chun is stupid?" Zhao Jinmai asked.

Zhou Ye laughed and said, "You're still asking me? Didn't you also say Hao Chun is stupid?"

“I’ve already received the money!” Zhao Jinmai replied.

Zhou Ye took out a memo book from his bag and opened it.

On the title page, Jiang Yang's preferences were written.

It was a week ago, at the entrance of Tongliang Middle School in Tongliang District of Chongqing, that Tian Xiwei taught her step by step.

Zhou Ye looked at the first line above: "Jiang Yang clearly likes it when others choke him and leave red marks. He definitely doesn't like it when Hao Chun kisses him with his mouth."

"What the heck? Xiao Jiang likes this?"

Zhao Jinmai took Zhou Ye's memo, glanced at it, and was greatly shocked.

The second item states that Jiang Yang likes to eat spicy pork trotter rice.

The third point states that Jiang Yang enjoys having his face licked by dogs that have eaten excrement.

"Sister Zhou Ye, please, please get Xiao Jiang to sign you quickly." Zhao Jinmai handed the memo back to Zhou Ye and shook her arm: "Xiao Jiang will definitely be proud of you."

"I will sign it. I have things to do when I go back to my hometown."

"But I'm in a real hurry."

Zhao Jinmai suppressed a laugh and muttered under her breath, "I really want to see Xiao Jiang get his comeuppance."

The old man's Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

With a soft pop, Liu Haochun released his lips.

Seeing that Zhou Ye and Zhao Jinmai had already left, she buried her face in Jiang Yang's shoulder and asked, "Did the kiss hurt?"

Jiang Yang hissed, "It's already numb from the pain."

He gently stroked the back of Liu Haochun's head.

Chatted for a few words.

Liu Haochun buried her face in his shoulder.

She glanced at Jiang Yang, who was holding his phone and chatting with someone on WeChat.

The other party's note is:

A message came in: ["Okay, Mr. Jiang, do we prepare the script for the 'Starry Sea' music video, or do you have it?"]
Jiang Yang replied in text: [“I'll write the script.”]
"What about extras? Whether we use actors from the Beijing Dance Academy, the Beijing Film Academy, or a modeling agency in Beiping, the prices will vary."
Liu Haochun stopped glancing.

I know that Jiang Yang is planning the content of the "Starry Sea" music video.

I'm really looking forward to seeing how the music video for this song, which I wrote specifically for myself, turns out.

She did not disturb Jiang Yang.

Her attention fell on Jiang Yang's neck: "These are strawberries I grew."

"Why do we have to grow strawberries?" Jiang Yang asked, tapping the screen with his finger.

"Because it works, it can last for several days."

Liu Haochun gently traced the undried lip print on Jiang Yang's neck with his fingertips, and chuckled softly:

"Look, even if you forget what I wrote on the sticky note these past few days, as long as you look in the mirror and see the hickey I left, you'll remember me."

She looked up and stared at Jiang Yang for a few seconds.

Gently bite Jiang Yang's collarbone.

Then she buried her face deeper into his shoulder: "Am I being greedy? I used to think that just being able to stand by your side was enough, but now that we've kissed, I'm thinking, I wish this hickey would never fade away."

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback.

smiled.

I forwarded the document I had just received to Liu Haochun: "Haochun, I remember you said you wanted to go to Nan'ao Island." "When did you write that down?"

"The time I came out of the third audition for the Beijing Dance Academy."

“That day I was scrolling through videos and just casually mentioned that Nan'ao Island is in Shantou. I had seen videos of it online when I was a kid, it was very beautiful, and there was also that cross-sea bridge. I had mentioned it to my parents during summer vacation in junior high school, but I never got to go because I spent all my time practicing dance…”

Liu Haochun had just finished speaking.

My phone vibrated; I received a message from Jiang Yang:
[“Now that no production team is giving you a lead role, we'll play the lead ourselves. Don't worry about making mistakes or having to do retakes; nobody will scold you.”]
This was followed by a document titled "Starry Sky and the Sea MV Shooting Plan, First Draft Script for the Female Lead".

The list of actresses chosen for the lead role is highlighted in bold red.

No name was written.

It reads: [The girl who thought she wouldn't get any candy, only to find her mouth already stuffed full of sweetness.]
The filming location is listed below: Nan'ao Island.

Jiang Yang turned around to get his briefcase from the back seat, only to realize that Zhao Jinmai had taken it to the trunk when he got in the car.

They replaced it with several packs of Little Master instant noodles.

He went to the trunk, took out his briefcase, and checked it. Inside was the script for Zhang Ruonan's special role in "Fighter of the Destiny".

They discovered that Liu Haochun hadn't gotten off the bus yet.

He walked around to the passenger side and called out to Liu Haochun, "Get out of the car, Haochun. Mai Mai is getting impatient and might say anything."

Liu Haochun sat in the passenger seat, holding his phone, the screen displaying his chat history with Jiang Yang.

I don't dare to open this document.

I sat up straight and gently stroked the words "Nan'ao Island" on the document on the screen with my fingers.

Eyes red.

The screen gradually went black.

In the blurry, crystalline image, I suddenly saw myself in junior high school.

He was seven or eight centimeters shorter than he is now.

My face was also rounder than it is now.

That summer was very hot and humid. After taking a shower, with my hair dripping wet, I ran to the living room with my phone in hand. The screen was showing an aerial video of the Nan'ao Island Cross-Sea Bridge.

The seawater is a clear, bright blue.

There is a white lighthouse.

There is a ring road around the island that winds like a ribbon.

I asked my parents, "How about we go here for summer vacation? Our teacher said that dance students should also see more of the outside world."

Dad didn't even look up, his hand still busy changing channels with the remote: "How much?"

He pulled out a travel guide he had researched and said, "It's not expensive. We can take the train to Shantou, and then..."

"And then what?!"

The mother came out of the kitchen, her apron stained with soy sauce: "Do you think money grows on trees?"

"But the provincial exam instructors said..."

"Teacher! Teacher!" Dad suddenly slammed the remote control on the coffee table. "Does your teacher even know you're still 10 centimeters short of a split? You'd be better off spending half an hour in the practice room with this energy!"

Then came the sound of my parents arguing.

When I was a child, I thought that growing up would solve all problems. Later I realized that growing up is the beginning of all problems.

I can't remember what my parents said during their argument, and I don't dare to mention Nan'ao Island again.

I remember a sudden ringing in my ears.

It could also be the noise from the kitchen range hood, I can't remember.

Liu Haochun raised the back of his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, his vision cleared, and he turned on his phone screen.

She heard Jiang Yang calling her to get out of the car.

My gaze lingered on the words "Nan'ao Island" on the document.

Jiang Yang actually remembered a wish he had almost forgotten, a wish he had casually mentioned after the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam that he really wanted to go and see it.

She pushed the door and got out.

Clutching Jiang Yang's clothes, she buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled: "Hold me, I'm so scared, I'm afraid this is all a dream."
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PS:

I wasn't feeling well today, so I didn't write much. Sorry.

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