Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Bai Lu stared at it for a while, completely mesmerized.

She deleted the message she had edited earlier.

Tears streamed down her cheeks to her chin.

Retyped: ["You're still the same as before, a complete idiot."]
Zhang Ruonan replied with a voice message, and the background noise of Lu Han's fans screaming and shouting could be heard: ["Sister Bai Lu, are you crying? It's not even evening yet."]
Bai Lu chuckled: ["Zhang Ruonan, you're so sentimental!"]
Zhang Ruonan sent a text message: [“I told you my name is Ruonan, you idiot!”]
Bai Lu chuckled: ["Ruo Nan, you're still so gentle when you scold people."]
Zhang Ruonan sent a message: [“You three-cannon!”]
Bai Lu typed: ["Ruo Nan, what does 'three cannons' mean?"]
Zhang Ruonan replied: ["I don't know, but it's an insult. I often see Zhao Jinmai using this to insult the boss in the company group chat."]
Then another message followed: ["You son of a bitch, try calling me Ruonan again."]
I saw this message I received.

Realizing that he had really provoked them.

Bai Lu changed Zhang Ruonan's WeChat nickname to Zhang Ruonan: ["Ruonan, who did you learn that 'damn it' from? I've never heard you use such a vulgar word when we were shooting commercials before."]
Zhang Ruonan replied: [“I learned it from Jiang Yang and Chao Yue’s friend, who is called Sister Ma…”]
Then another message appeared:
"The boss's new song says that the rose has no thorns. I've left my family group chat. Now I've learned one thing: if anyone calls me Ruonan again, I'll prick them!"

Thank you for teaching me back then that patience brings peace, but now I've learned that taking a step back only makes me angrier.
Bai Lu saw that Zhang Ruonan had sent her an emoji.

It's a fluffy little cat waving its paw, captioned: Super fierce! Awooo!
The emojis sent were still cute and adorable.

You could sense the sharpness in Zhang Ruonan's words.

“Ruo Nan has really changed,” Bai Lu murmured.

I'm becoming like myself two years ago.

I remember two years ago, the boss deliberately found a reason to deduct money, and he protected Ruonan behind him, telling Ruonan to bear it and saying that he would leave it to her, since she was the senior.

Then he went outside, grabbed the boss, and started cursing him like a madman before he finally got his money back.

After we finished, we bought a cup of milk tea together and chatted about how we both had bright futures ahead of us.

Ruonan is just as prickly as she was two years ago.

But he compromised with reality.

That dream of becoming an idol, that dream of becoming an actor, was worn away by the trivialities of life.

I just want to make more money while I'm still young, to support my parents in their old age and to have a backup plan for myself. After all, modeling is a profession that relies on youth, and I'm already 22 years old.

Models rely on their youth, actors rely on connections, only reality can always provide enough for them.

I recalled the lyrics of "Rose Boy," a song written by Jiang Yang, which I had just seen in the live stream.

Looking down at the frizzy kitten emoji that Ruonan had sent, he suddenly chuckled softly:
"That's great, Ruonan has even learned how to prick people now."

But it seems that I've left all the thorns from the past behind.

Become smooth.

It became an accident.

They are becoming increasingly insecure about their own abilities, always feeling that they need connections to get anything done, and subconsciously trying to curry favor with others.

He looked down at his knee, which was covered with a medicated plaster.

At only twenty-two years old, she's already thinking about a way out. I don't know if that's clear-headed or pathetic.

She clearly promised to be a promising senior student, but how did she turn into a commoner who only knows how to calculate rent?

Zhang Ruonan learned to stab people, and she learned to endure pain.

We have become each other's past and future.

I gazed at the darkening sky outside the window.

Friends are like mirrors, reflecting the part of our soul that we've lost.

fortunately.

Ruonan is willing to help herself.

The same applies to leaps.

I'm just waiting to do my best during the interview.

I hope to successfully sign a contract with Jiang Yang's company and find the person I once lost.

Bai Lu edited the text: ["If Jiang Yang really signs me, I'll be your assistant at the company and help you carry your bag and bring you breakfast."]
Zhang Ruonan replied: [“You don’t need to do these things for me. Just do them for Jiang Yang. It’s strange that he often has others bring him breakfast. He’s from Chongqing, yet he can’t eat spicy food.”]
They chatted for a few minutes. Bailu sent a message: ["Thank you for still helping me, your friend, Ruonan."]
The message was sent.

Realizing that something was wrong.

I'm used to typing "若男" (ruò nán).

Just as I was about to retract my message, I received a reply from Zhang Ruonan: ["You're an undercover agent sent by my mother, aren't you?"]
Then he posted a meme of Rong Momo pricking Ziwei, with the caption: I'll stab you to death!
Click on Zhang Ruonan's Weibo.

I saw Zhang Ruonan's post today about changing her Weibo name from Ruonan to Ruonan.

There are many comments criticizing Zhang Ruonan for being unfilial.

She left a comment below:
Ruonan, your name is yours, and so is your life. No matter how many tears this name has made you shed, others may criticize you for being unfilial. Filial piety is not about living the way they want you to live, but about living the way you dare to hold your head high.

Just like a rose has thorns not to hurt people, but so that those who pick it will know...
I've typed this far.

My fingertip hovered over the screen for a few seconds.

Bai Lu wrote her last few words, partly for Zhang Ruonan, and partly for herself: [...I deserve to be treated seriously.]
Open Jiang Yang's Weibo.

The Weibo post Jiang Yang made before taking the stage already had 1,200 comments.

Bailu edited the text and wrote a comment:
[Jiang Yang, this song of yours is for everyone whose edges have been worn down by life, isn't it? When I heard "Don't Let Anyone Change You," I was reminded of myself two years ago, the one who dared to flip the table. Thank you for this song; it makes me want to try and find that indomitable self again.]
I found Zhao Lushi's Weibo account on Zhang Ruonan's Weibo account.

Click in.

I saw the latest Weibo post; it was just published.

There are three pictures.

One of the fans placed on her lap had Jiang Yang's name on it.

The other picture shows Jiang Yang singing "Rose Boy" on stage.

On the stage screen, a beam of red light was shown cleaving through the darkness.

The fans who were holding up Lu Han's support sticks in the audience all lowered their arms and became as quiet as if a pause button had been pressed.

In the blurred background, you can see the hands of fans in the front row wiping away tears.

The last picture is a selfie of Zhao Lushi with red eyes.

Xu

The caption reads: [“It turns out there really is a power that can silence the clamor, make hostility lay down its weapons, and allow even a broken me to still shine. Damn it, I came here to listen to Yang Chaoyue’s Calories, and I was moved to tears by Jiang Yang’s song.”]
Bai Lu commented below: [“Mom, you’re so beautiful!”]
I received a private message from Zhao Lushi: [“Who are you?”]
Bai Lu replied: [“I am Ruonan’s friend.”]
"Ruo Nan?"
"I'm also a friend of Chaoyue's; we're from the same hometown."
Zhao Lushi replied: ["That's my friend!"]
Zhao Lushi posted again: ["Why do you call me 'Mom Sister'? That's fucking awful, it makes me sound very uncivilized."]
Bai Lu was slightly taken aback.

Why is she called "Mom Sister"?
She didn't know that originally.

But after seeing Zhao Lushi's message, you'll understand why.

Does this girl have a significant distorted perception of herself?

Scrolling through Zhao Lushi's previous Weibo posts, she edited the text: "[Sister Lushi, you are really beautiful, you have a mature and sophisticated look, and you're even taller than Chaoyue.]"
Zhao Lushi replied: ["It's so-so, about the same height as Chaoyue."]
If you click on a Weibo post that Zhao Lushi made before, about her physical examination, her height measurement is 161CM.

In the past, Bai Lu would have sent the photo directly, but now, she would only type: "Sister Ruth, I feel like you look a little taller than Chao Yue."
Zhao Lushi replied: ["Hahaha, no, no, chatting on Weibo isn't convenient, I'll add you on WeChat."]
Add me on WeChat.

I received a 200 yuan red envelope from Zhao Lushi.

This was followed by a message from Zhao Lushi: [“Chatting with you is fucking so much fun. I love people who tell the truth, like me.”]
Hengdian.

The Ming and Qing palaces, the set of "Demon Girl".

"CUT!" Yu Zheng, standing behind the monitor wearing a baseball cap, suddenly shouted, "Yi Tong, you can't do this! Come here for a second!"

Li Yitong is dressed in a white ancient costume and stands on the steps of a palace.

Hear the words.

She lifted her skirt and carefully walked down the steps.

The makeup artist immediately jogged over to help her fix the wig that was stuck to the back of her neck with sweat, but Yu Zheng stopped her with a gesture: "Don't worry about the hair for now, everyone take a break." (End of Chapter)