Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

hang up the phone.

The car was quiet for a while.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly realized something and slowly said, "Brother Yang, you..."

Is Yang Ge sharing the copyright of his newly composed song with Lu Han just to get more attention for his first live performance of "Calorie"?
This also drew more attention to the backup dancers, Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun.

There's also the need to extend the interview with Zhang Ruonan.

These are all opportunities for exposure that Yang Ge has earned for everyone through his own songs, giving everyone the possibility of being seen by more people.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly stopped talking.

I wanted to talk about these things openly, but I felt it wasn't a good idea, because Yang Ge didn't bring them up himself, which meant he didn't want everyone to know.

Xiwei, Ruonan, and Haochun were all experiencing this for the first time.

The less you know, the less pressure you feel, and the more natural you appear.

Yang's love is always silent.

Secretly weighing the pros and cons for everyone is the most extravagant tenderness I've ever seen.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yang asked.

Yang Chaoyue smiled and changed his words, saying, "You're amazing, you're so aloof, you actually managed to sing on the same stage as Lu Han, and one song sold for 800,000 yuan. Everyone loves you."

"Are you insulting me? You're being sarcastic."

I didn't talk to Yang Chaoyue much.

As the car pulled up to the back gate of the film studio, the barrier slowly rose. Jiang Yang turned to the three girls in the back seat and said, "Get ready, Ruonan, have you memorized your interview lines?"

"I've got it all, boss!" Zhang Ruonan took the manuscript out of her bag and looked at it again.

"Haochun, have you finished revising the fixed-point dance moves for the chorus of 'Calories'?" Jiang Yang then asked Liu Haochun.

Liu Haochun replied, "No problem, we've practiced many times, and we'll pay attention to the camera positions."

"Xiwei, and you, the final point of focus in the dance."

"Jiang Yang, look at me," Tian Xiwei responded.

Jiang Yang looked back.

Seeing Tian Xiwei wink at herself, using the same pose that the dancers looked at at the end of the Calorie dance, I knew that Xiwei had practiced it very well.

Jiang Yang's gaze finally landed on Yang Chaoyue: "Chaoyue, your..."

I was just about to ask Yang Chaoyue how his practice was going.

Suddenly realizing something, she immediately changed her mind: "No, don't sing here yet."

The words fell.

Yang Chaoyue then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Burn my calories!!!"

Park the car properly.

The car door opens.

Yang Chaoyue jogged along the yellow arrow signs on the ground toward the temporary rest area for artists.

They noticed that the others hadn't followed.

She turned around and called out, "Hurry up! You're all young people, why are you dawdling like that?"

The people following behind couldn't hear Yang Chaoyue's words.

Their ears were ringing from Yang Chaoyue's words in the car, causing them to temporarily lose their hearing. They supported each other and walked slowly.

Jiang Yang bit his cheek, clutching his ear in obvious pain. "Boss, I think I'm going deaf again," Liu Haochun muttered.

Zhang Ruonan tilted her head closer: "Haocun, what did you say?"

"Does Chaoyue have a megaphone in her throat? Why is she perfectly fine, while she's just torturing us?" Tian Xi rubbed her ears, glaring at Yang Chaoyue, trying to catch her breath.

Yang Chaoyue's phone vibrated.

Only then did I realize that it was Jiang Yang's phone, which I hadn't returned to him yet.

Without locking the screen, I saw a message from Lu Han:
"Brother Jiang, to be honest, it's my luck to meet a musician like you. I've been in South Korea for so many years and have seen too many assembly-line compositions, but your songs are different."

They cannot write the phrase "being born innocent" nor dare to write it.

These past few days I've been thinking, if I had met you a few years earlier, I probably wouldn't have needed an injection at the concert, and I wouldn't have felt like I wasn't pushing myself hard enough.
Followed by.

Another message:
[“Brother Jiang, sharing the copyright of this song with you for 800,000 yuan is a win for me. When you become a legend in the Chinese music scene, I can brag to everyone that I collaborated with you back in the day! After you finish singing, I'm going to make sure the whole audience chants your name.”]
Then came the third message:

"By the way, Brother Jiang, the song title hasn't been decided yet. We need to give the organizer the song information, the subtitles, the teleprompter, and the backdrop for the large screen at the venue are all being arranged."
When Jiang Yang came to his side, Yang Chaoyue handed the phone back to him: "Brother Yang, Lu Han asked you, what's the name of the song you wrote that you're going to sing with him later?"

Jiang Yang took the phone.

She glanced at the message Lu Han had sent, edited the text, and sent it back: ["Brother Lu, you spent 800,000, aren't you going to name it?"]
Lu Han sent a message: ["Brother Jiang, I'm giving you the naming rights to this song. I feel confident singing it. I bought a shared copyright for three years. The price is so low, it's less than half a day's pay for my role in 'Fighter of the Destiny.' You're only sharing it with me, which is already very generous. Have you thought of a name? We can discuss it further when you arrive."]
Jiang Yang typed: [“I’ve decided, I’ll call it ‘Rose Boy’”]
I saw this song title.

Yang Chaoyue was slightly taken aback: "Rose... young man."

Suddenly, I remembered the red ribbon I wrote on the wishing tree in my hometown during the Lunar New Year.

[I hid the roses behind my back, always hoping to keep my promise to you—Yang Chaoyue, 17 years old, 2016]
She looked up.

My gaze was fixed on Jiang Yang's back as he walked towards the artists' rest area.

It was this silhouette that pulled her out of the smell of machine oil from the textile factory.

He taught himself to read the lines word by word.

Even though she can't distinguish between nasal sounds, she says she's not in a hurry.

Now I think it doesn't matter if I can't distinguish between front and back nasal sounds; as long as I can tell who has eyes for her, that's enough.

Yang Chaoyue suddenly sniffed and murmured in a breathy voice that only he could hear, "Even if no one likes to listen to 'Calorie,' I'll still listen to it on repeat every day. Anyway, it's the first song you wrote for me."

"Yang Chaozhong! Everyone's waiting for you." Suddenly, Jiang Yang's voice was heard shouting.

I noticed that everyone had walked to the entrance of the temporary rest area for the artists.

After handing over with the staff, Xiwei, Haochun, and Ruonan went inside. Jiang Yang impatiently urged her at the door, "Who's waiting for whom? Who's the boss here anyway!"

"Coming! Coming! Wait for me, my..."

Yang Chaoyue ran over quickly, her pigtails swaying as she patted his shoulders, and threw herself into Jiang Yang's arms.

She pressed her forehead against Jiang Yang's shoulder, then slowly buried her face in it, and whispered the rest of her words: "Rose Boy."
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