Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The old man's Mercedes-Benz S-Class drove onto the Jing-Tong Expressway. Zhang Ruonan could see the Huaxia Communication University overpass and the Tonghui River not far away.

A college student nearing graduation bought steamed buns and ran frantically towards the subway station, his bag stuffed with his resume.

A homeless man was wrapped in a tattered quilt on the bank of the Tonghui River, surrounded by piles of scavenged plastic bottles.

I've had this idea of ​​changing my name since high school, and now I've finally made the decision.

Zhang Ruonan opened Weibo.

I discovered that the Weibo post I made while changing my Weibo nickname in my hotel room already had more than twenty comments.

The top-voted comment reads: "[I didn't know you before, but after reading this Weibo post, I immediately followed you. Hard work shouldn't be wasted.]"
Then came: [The name Ruonan sounds so gentle. Finally, you don't have to pretend to be Ruonan anymore. Congratulations on breaking free from your cocoon and becoming a butterfly!]
Next came: [I've wanted to say this for a long time. Those who know, know. Now you can finally be yourself, instead of being someone's substitute.]
Scroll down one by one.

Seeing negative comments: [The first thing you do after making money is change your name instead of giving it to your parents? It's heartbreaking to raise a daughter like you.]
And another thing: [Our ancestors said one should not change one's name or surname, but are they abandoning their ancestors to please the entertainment industry?]
The next comment is: [They even disregarded the name their parents gave them; they've really grown up and now they don't recognize their home anymore. What an ingrate!]
Skip over these negative comments.

I used to be afraid of changing my name because I was afraid of being scolded for being unfilial, and afraid that my parents would say I raised an ungrateful child.

These negative comments are justified.

She simply doesn't want Ruonan anymore.

Don't be that girl who knelt at the subway entrance taking photos in winter without daring to complain about the cold.

I don't want that daughter who's called a "money-loser" and then bows her head and apologizes.

Don't be that fool who thinks that as long as you're obedient and work hard enough, you can get a little love in return.

Sometimes, the love of one's parents is like a knife hanging over one's head; you never know whether it will fall or be withdrawn.

First acknowledge your pain, then practice shining.

Now Jiang Yang is buttoning up his clothes, and Chao Yue is calling himself a fairy.

This is what it feels like to be loved; you don't have to break yourself to be cherished.

They were like umbrellas suddenly tilting in a downpour, covering half of your shoulder without you even asking.

Looking up, I saw Yang Chaoyue in the front row, his fingers tapping on his phone screen.

A few seconds later.

Zhang Ruonan saw Yang Chaoyue's comment in the comments section: [Ruonan, don't pay attention to those negative comments. A fairy doesn't need to apologize; a fairy just needs to shine.]
Zhang Ruonan suddenly burst out laughing.

Blink hard a few times, then raise your hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of your eyes.

She wanted to say thank you to Yang Chaoyue, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

He sent Yang Chaoyue a private message: "Chaoyue, thank you."
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["Your parents don't care about you, but I will. Our boss, though stingy, is fiercely protective. If anyone bullies you, he'll be the first to bite them... Also, come closer, I'm going to tell you something."]
Zhang Ruonan looked up.

She noticed Yang Chaoyue turning around and looking in her direction, so she paused the music and beckoned to him.

Zhang Ruonan leaned forward, turning her cheek to the side, and heard Yang Chaoyue's voice close to her ear: "Ruonan, anyway, we don't live by our names, we live by our abilities."

Just finished.

Zhang Ruonan suddenly felt Yang Chaoyue's breath on her face.

Then came a popping sound.

He gave Zhang Ruonan a big kiss on the cheek.

Zhang Ruonan was slightly stunned, then looked up at Yang Chaoyue and smiled.

The car suddenly became quiet.

Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun were discussing dance techniques when they heard a pop and both looked over.

"Ugh~ what are you two doing? It's disgusting." Tian Xi, sitting in the middle of the back row, said with a hint of disgust.

"Xiwei, come here too." Yang Chaoyue turned around and beckoned to Tian Xiwei, who was sitting in the middle of the back row.

"Get lost, don't even think about it, we're not on the same path."

While speaking.

He glanced at Jiang Yang, who was driving.

Suddenly, he froze, feeling a tap on his cheek. It lasted for a second before Liu Haochun released his lips, making a popping sound.

Tian Xiwei stiffly turned her head, raising her hand to block Liu Haochun, afraid that he would do it again: "Haochun, what did you do to me?"

Liu Haochun covered her mouth and laughed.

Tian Xi turned her head slightly to look at Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, what kind of people have you signed? I'm getting goosebumps. I want to sit in the passenger seat from now on. It's too dangerous to sit in the back."

Chat for a while.

Zhang Ruonan saw her Weibo post about changing her name and saw a new comment.

It's to help myself defend against negative comments.

The account nickname is: Zhao Lushi's Weibo.

The content is:
[I came from Chaoyue's side, and it really makes me angry. What the hell is it to you guys if someone changes their name? Have you ever posted your parents' money transfer records on your WeChat Moments? You're typing away so loudly, but have you ever actually bought your parents a pair of socks? And you're using our ancestors to morally blackmail us? Our ancestors talked about accumulating good deeds, but when you're spewing this filth, have you ever thought about whether your ancestors' coffins can hold them back? You're all motherless idiots.]
I discovered that the other party had also sent me a private message.

The content is:
Ruonan, ignore those idiots. Chaoyue mentioned you to me. You are an artist signed by Jiangyang and a sister of Chaoyue. For these two reasons alone, I support you unconditionally!

Those keyboard warriors know nothing. They haven't even experienced a tenth of your hardships, so what right do they have to point fingers at you?
I changed my name before, so what? You're living a better life than them now!
You're much prettier than me. Chaoyue is right, you're a fairy. Fairies don't need to explain themselves to mortals, damn it.
Zhang Ruonan read it several times.

I was deeply shocked.

The amount of profanity I uttered in a month didn't equal the amount of profanity in a single private message from that person.

His speech is a bit crude, but it sounds warm and comforting.

Discovering sincerity hidden beneath profanity is a hundred times warmer than the plastic wrapping of pretty words.

For the first time, I realized that even people who lack manners can be very loving.

When Zhang Ruonan talked about this with Yang Chaoyue, she learned that the person whose Weibo nickname was [Zhao Lushi's Weibo] was actually named Zhao Lushi.

I used to be online friends with Chaoyue. We met in person the day before yesterday when I landed in Beiping. At that time, I scolded Jiang Yang's mother, which made Jiang Yang very unhappy.

Jiang Yang was given a 200 yuan red envelope before he forgave Zhao Lushi on behalf of his mother.

She attends Mingdao High School in Taiwan Province and, like Zhou Ye, is a girl from a wealthy family. She hates rude and idiotic people online.

the most important is.

Zhao Lushi will also be at the opening ceremony later.

"Are you talking about your mother?" Liu Haochun interjected.

"Mom?"

Tian Xiwei responded with a word.

"In private, Chaoyue and I call Zhao Lushi 'Mom Sister,' but we don't dare to call her that to her face."

Why does Zhao Lushi call her "Mom Sister"? Does she look older than her age?

"No, she's small."

Liu Haochun recalled what Zhao Lushi said at the Starbucks in the airport the day before yesterday: "She said twenty sentences at the time, and there were forty 'mothers' in them."

Jiang Yang, who was driving, suddenly said, "You should all avoid contact with Zhao Lushi, especially Hao Chun." (End of Chapter)