Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The door opened, and a cold wind blew into her face. Zhang Ruonan called out, "Boss."

"Ruonan."

Jiang Yang looked up and responded, smiled at Zhang Ruonan, then looked down again, tapping the screen to send a message: "Um, wait a minute, I'm a little busy right now."

"Boss, please come in first."

"Oh okay."

As Jiang Yang stepped into the room, Zhang Ruonan closed the door, her heart racing.

I glanced at the content on Jiang Yang's phone screen.

This is the chat interface with Yang Chaoyue.

The last message was from Yang Chaoyue: ["Whether I get interview shots or not doesn't matter to me. Xiwei and Haochun have dance scenes. Ruonan's role is small, and she doesn't have many scenes to begin with. Ruonan needs exposure, so give my interview shots to Ruonan and don't tell her."]
Jiang Yang switched to another chat page.

Zhang Ruonan saw a message sent to Jiang Yang from the press conference for the filming of "Fighter of the Destiny," sent twenty minutes ago: ["Teacher Jiang, the press conference agenda is finalized, but the interview segment for the female supporting actress has been cut, saying it's because of insufficient time. It's the one with Zhang Ruonan. I'm so sorry, Teacher Jiang, I didn't arrange it properly. There are too many fans of Lu Han and Gulnazar at the event, especially Lu Han's fans. Their interview time will need to be extended."]
Jiang Yang typed back: ["It's okay, everyone has their difficulties. I just discussed it with President Xu, and we can shorten my and Chao Yue's interview time to make room for Zhang Ruonan."]
The other party replied: ["Okay, Teacher Jiang, thank you for your understanding."]
Zhang Ruonan's breath hitched, and her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt tightly.

Chao Yue actually gave up her interview camera to him.

She took out her cell phone.

Open Yang Chaoyue's chat box and type "thank you".

My finger hovered, not pressing the send button.

Because he remembered that in the message Yang Chaoyue sent to Jiang Yang, he specifically reminded Jiang Yang not to tell him that he had seen it by secret.

They silently protected me from behind, giving me dignity and face.

In my parents' eyes, I'm such a money-losing brat, how dare I be protected by Chaoyue?

Whether Chaoyue's actions were due to Jiang Yang's influence or simply because he wanted to help him, he would remember it.

Click to open the fourth group of the "Pretty Girl Battle" group.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [I'm almost done with my makeup, Xiwei, Haochun, Ruonan, how's your preparation going? Send some red envelopes, everyone cheer up!]
Yang Chaoyue sent a lucky draw red envelope.

Zhang Ruonan clicked instantly and grabbed three cents, becoming the luckiest person.

She smiled, her eyelashes trembling as she typed two words: "Thank you."
Zhao Jinmai chimed in: ["Chaoyue is really stingy. I only managed to grab one point, which isn't even enough to cover the data charges I incurred while grabbing the red envelope."]
"Ruonan, is your makeup almost done?" Jiang Yang suddenly asked. "We have to assemble in half an hour."

Zhang Ruonan put away her phone: "It was finished very quickly."

"Once our lousy company develops, we really need to get you assistants to improve your efficiency..."

Before Jiang Yang could finish speaking...

I'm afraid Jiang Yang will leave.

She suddenly interrupted, "Jiang Yang, wait a minute..."

He raised his hand and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt.

She stepped up to Jiang Yang, lowered her head, and dared not meet his gaze.

Jiang Yang stopped speaking, taking a closer look at Zhang Ruonan. He hadn't looked closely before, only now noticing that Zhang Ruonan was wearing white stockings. He heard Zhang Ruonan say:
“When I was a model, I knew that the modeling industry was very chaotic and that many of my colleagues had been paid a fixed price. I used to tell my parents about this, but they didn’t believe me. They said that I saw everything as dirty because of my own heart. I know that the entertainment industry is also chaotic, but you treat me like a treasure. I don’t know what I can do for you.”

Zhang Ruonan's eyes reddened.

She looked up at Jiang Yang.

She unbuttoned the second button.

Her fair collarbone was exposed, along with the cleavage revealed by her lace lingerie.

They wanted to continue moving closer to Jiangyang, but they didn't dare.

She tentatively reached out to touch Jiang Yang's hand and saw that he did not resist.

She gently took Jiang Yang's hand and placed it on her waist.

First, the back arches reflexively, then immediately collapses.

"Call me dirty or despicable, but I assure you, I have never degraded myself before."

Holding Jiang Yang's hand, she slowly moved upwards.

Placing Jiang Yang's hand on her chest was the most valuable thing she could offer.

She felt Jiang Yang's palm sliding across her chest.

The moment she was touched, Zhang Ruonan's calf tensed up.

Biting her lower lip, tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Yang chuckled: "Your performance right now has a lot of emotional tension."

"Jiang Yang, I'm not acting, I'm telling the truth."

The words fell.

Suddenly I felt my body go empty.

There was a moment of panic.

Jiang Yang's strong hand wrapped around her waist, and she realized that she had been lifted up by Jiang Yang.

Subconsciously wanting to hug Jiang Yang's neck, but not daring to, Zhang Ruonan tightly gripped Jiang Yang's clothes with both hands, glanced at the bed next to her, and closed her eyes.

But when I opened my eyes, I found...

Jiang Yang didn't put her on the bed, but instead placed her on a chair in front of the vanity mirror.

Looking up at herself in the mirror, she saw Jiang Yang behind her, head down, hands outstretched towards her chest.

I didn't put my hand in.

Instead, she buttoned up the buttons she had previously unbuttoned: "Ruonan, the entertainment industry can be very chaotic."

After buttoning up.

Jiang Yang's fingertips slid down her buttoned collar to her chin, then gently lifted it, letting her see herself in the mirror:
"But you deserve a clean, pure red, a bright and honorable red."

Looking at Jiang Yang's departing figure in the mirror.

Zhang Ruonan bit her lip and looked back: "Jiang Yang, wait a moment."

"Ok?"

"Do I really deserve it? My parents also say I'm a money-losing burden to them..."

She noticed that the tears she had just wiped away from Zhang Ruonan were flowing again.

Jiang Yang understood the situation.

He then stepped forward, cupped Zhang Ruonan's cheeks, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with saliva, a bitter and salty taste.

Zhang Ruonan stopped speaking. When she came to her senses, they had already separated.

“During the initial interview, I noticed a tenacious spirit in you, like a weed that stubbornly sprouts new shoots even when trampled into the mud. This kind of vitality is a talent that many professionally trained actors cannot learn.”

Jiang Yang raised his hand and wiped away her tears with his fingertips:

"You say you don't deserve it? Then let me tell you, you deserve all the applause, all the lights, all the praise, not because of my support, but because you are Zhang Ruonan."

Jiang Yang took out his phone and opened the photo album.

Click on a photo: "It's Zhang Ruonan when she was a model, wearing a thin gauze for an outdoor shoot, pretending to be fine even though her lips turned purple from the cold."

Zhang Ruonan lowered her eyes and held her breath.

Jiang Yang actually had photos of himself from his previous part-time modeling days on his phone.

It was taken at the subway entrance in Linchuan during a cold winter.

She was wearing a cheap, transparent raincoat as a windproof cover, with only thin summer clothes underneath.

I accepted a photoshoot order from an e-commerce platform for 90 yuan per set.

Kneeling on the frozen marble floor, posing for a photo, next to a paper cup of hot soy milk carelessly tossed aside by a passerby.

Those years that no one cared about were like the white breath exhaled at the subway entrance; before they dissipated, no one even remembered their shape.

Jiang Yang continued:
"It's Zhang Ruonan, the one who was called a wooden doll by the photographer and practiced her expressions in front of the subway glass door until she was numb after work."

Click on a photo.

Jiang Yang found it in the industry news section of a photography forum.

In the empty subway station late at night, Zhang Ruonan's reflection in the glass made exaggerated expressions as she practiced over and over again.

"It's Zhang Ruonan, who queued up at the studio entrance at four in the morning to grab a filming opportunity, and used lip balm to moisturize her chapped lips."

I clicked on another photo.

He found it in the corner of a security guard's duty log photo while searching for keywords related to queuing at film studios in the early morning.

Zhang Ruonan, wrapped in a faux fur coat that was shedding fur, squatted next to a rusty fire hydrant, holding a small mirror, and applied lip balm to the corners of her cracked mouth.

He took Jiang Yang's phone.

Zhang Ruonan stared blankly at these three photos.

Those past humiliations are still vivid in my mind.

It turned out that Jiang Yang hadn't ignored him; he had even found all those photos and remembered the hardships he had endured.

Through the tears welling in her eyes, her gaze fell on three photos. In the photos, her former self seemed to come alive, looking back at her through the screen.

The cold wind at the subway entrance suddenly felt warm.

Frozen marble was transformed into the red carpet for the awards ceremony.

The reflection of that person practicing expressions in front of the glass door back then is now in Jiang Yang's eyes.

Look up at yourself in the mirror.

Their gazes were fixed on the buttons that Jiang Yang had fastened.

Suddenly I realized that what's dirty isn't the entertainment industry, but the perception that I only deserved to be loved in this way.

Zhang Ruonan's lower lip trembled.

Suddenly she hugged Jiang Yang, first sobbing softly, then bursting into loud sobs.

After Jiang Yang left for a while, Zhang Ruonan's emotions calmed down.

I washed my face and sat back down in front of the mirror to put on my makeup when my phone vibrated.

There's an extra message on my QQ space.

It was left by Jiang Yang.

It reads: "You deserve those harsh winters you endured, those broken teeth you gritted, and all the starlight you once looked up to. You have never been anyone's burden; you are the protagonist of your own life."

Those embarrassing moments you thought no one saw are actually your medals.

Those years without applause were simply fate preparing for an even grander round of applause.

And I was just the first person to see your brilliance.

Now, it's time for the whole world to see.

Your life has just begun.
On the table, besides the supporting actor contract for "Fighter of the Destiny," there was another contract.

The contract for supporting roles in the music video "Starry Sky and the Sea".

Jiang Yang accepted another job offer for himself.

They don't care about their bodies at all; they only recognize their own value.

In his parents' eyes, he was a burden, but Jiang Yang felt that he deserved to be treated kindly by the world.

I recalled what Chaoyue had said.

What a great boss.

Zhang Ruonan sent Jiang Yang a message: [“Boss, one day, I'll be your cash cow!”]
Jiang Yang replied: [“Then I’ll shake it hard.”]
After replying to Zhang Ruonan, Jiang Yang muttered, "If I weren't so pressed for time, I'd shake this money tree unconscious."

Zhang Ruonan opened Weibo, changed her ID, deleted the character '男' (nan) and replaced it with '喃' (nan).

Now you can only change your name on your social media accounts.

You have to go back home and take your household registration book to the registration authority to officially change your name.

Changing my name is not about denying my past, but about making peace with my former self.

Those embarrassing moments became evidence of being loved.

Looking at the message Jiang Yang left for me.

Suddenly realized.

Jiang Yang not only buttoned up his clothes, but also stitched up the shattered pieces of his body and all the broken wounds on his body.

Turn to the page about the payment for the supporting role in the music video for "Starry Sea" that Jiang Yang gave me.

Cross out the 10,000 yuan fee.

Change it to free.

From this moment on.

She desperately wanted to become famous, not for fame or fortune, but for her future, so that Jiang Yang could point at her and boast to others: "Look, this is the artist I, Jiang Yang, have mentored. Her name is..."

She looked at her new name again: "Zhang Ruonan!" (End of Chapter)