Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Li Yitong was stunned for a moment.

I closed the chat window with Yang Chaoyue, not wanting to send him another single message.

I no longer have the idea of ​​becoming a singer; I'll focus on acting.

……

After finishing her promotional tour for "God of War Zhao Zilong," Meng Ziyi, wearing a mask, boarded the high-speed train back to her hometown of Changchun, Jilin.

Actually, the promotion hasn't ended yet; the show is already airing.

She plays a supporting role in the show, and continuing to promote it will increase the show's popularity.

But the director told him to go back first.

Don't show your face anymore.

the reason is simple.

Open Weibo and tap on the private message list.

The comments were all self-deprecating: "[Shi Yan has more screen time than Zhao Yun? Bringing your own investment to the project is impressive, is the screenwriter a relative of yours?]"
[Are you playing Shi Yan or just expressionless? You had the same expression the whole time, and your lines sounded like you were reading a textbook. Did you waste your time studying at the Beijing Film Academy?]
[An original character steals the spotlight from a historical figure; is the screenwriter brain-dead or did you pay more to rewrite the script?]
Then open the latest Weibo post promoting the drama.

The top-rated comment below reads: "[Silicone nose, huge double eyelids, after all this plastic surgery, even Zhao Yun would have to flee on horseback overnight.]"
Then came: [I heard you got the role by drinking with the producer, no wonder you're so 'hardworking' both on and off screen!]
Next came: [I sincerely advise you to leave the entertainment industry. Your acting causes pain to the audience, and you make money without any conscience.]
This is the first drama I've ever acted in.

After the broadcast, I was full of expectations for the audience's reaction, but I didn't expect to be greeted with a barrage of criticism.

I don't know where I went wrong.

I acted according to the rules, so why did I end up taking all the blame for the show's mistakes?

At first, seeing these comments was painful, and I tried my best to explain.

It can be explained as a stone thrown into an abyss, where even the echo becomes new evidence of guilt.

The trials of keyboard warriors never go to court, yet their verdicts are carried out at any time.

Ironically, after enduring so much abuse, even I started to believe those lies.

No further response.

My heart is numb.

I suddenly received a message from my mother on my phone: "[Ziyi, Mom saw what you said on Weibo.]"
Meng Ziyi's heart skipped a beat.

My eyes immediately welled up with tears as I opened the WeChat chat window.

She edited the text: ["Am I really not suited to be an actress?"]
It wasn't sent.

The chat window showed that the other person was typing, which lasted for about ten seconds.

My mother sent another message: ["Those people have no idea how much you sacrificed for this role."]
Another message came: ["I still remember last year, when you first brought the script home and showed it off to me with such joy. You practiced back and forth in the living room until dawn. At that moment, I knew that my daughter would definitely be a good actress."]
Next is a photo of Meng Ziyi rehearsing alone at home, with the script copy covered in notes.

My mom sent another message: ["Take a good rest this time you're back. I'll make you some braised pork from our hometown. We're not in a rush to take on new roles. Stay home as long as you like."]
Meng Ziyi typed a reply: ["Sister Qian, I still want to eat your dumplings."]
My mother's name is Wang Qian. I'm closer to my mother than my father. I usually call her Sister Qian in private.

I received a voice message from my mom: ["Okay, then let's make dumplings... In Mom's eyes, you'll always be the best."]
In the last half of the sentence, you could hear the mother's voice choked with sobs.

Meng Ziyi immediately replied to her mother: ["I'm fine, all of this is normal, it hasn't affected me at all."]
The message is sent.

Pause for a few seconds.

Sending another hugging emoji.

After talking with my mom.

It makes me feel a little better.

I saw that Huang Lei, a teacher at the Beijing Film Academy, just posted a Weibo post.

The accompanying picture is from the press conference for "Fighter of the Destiny". You can see the dense crowd of Lu Han fans with light sticks, Huang Lei's gratified smile, and a girl next to Huang Lei wearing a Jiang Yang light stick with red eyes, clapping vigorously.

The caption reads: "[Twenty years have passed. I never thought that I, a middle-aged man who is almost fifty, would still be moved to tears by pure music. Jiang Yang, right now, only I and the little girl next to me are your fans. But I can already see your future. Just like the title of your last song, it is the sea of ​​stars.]"

As my student, you are indeed outstanding in acting, singing, and songwriting, but you still have a way to learn from me when it comes to cooking.
Is he also a student at the Beijing Film Academy? Or is he my junior?

Teacher Huang Lei rarely praises people like this. Click into the live stream, adjust the progress bar, and start listening from the beginning of the music.

I listened intently, completely absorbed.

"Countless serious injuries, countless cold words"

I recall that after the Beijing Film Academy's beauty pageant, a wave of criticism suddenly flooded the internet, accusing people of plastic surgery and hype.

People who don't know you at all can judge you as scheming based on just a few photos.

"The world can change after you leave."

I remember when I wanted to apply to the Beijing Film Academy, my ex-boyfriend laughed at me and said I had no chance of succeeding.

Later, I not only got into the Beijing Film Academy.

The other party continued to mock him, saying that he had no chance of getting a role.

Now she's actually standing in front of the camera.

The other party said that it was impossible for them to act well.

No one saw the worn-out high heels on her feet.

"No matter how many sins of ignorance are committed, they will not change with time."

I remember on the set of "God of War Zhao Zilong", I was falsely accused of being arrogant and ostracizing Lin Yun'er because the makeup artist touched up my makeup an extra time.

Even when taking photos with YoonA afterwards, I had to be careful to keep my distance.

"We will never forget this memory; the past is like smoke."

I remember the day I received my acceptance letter. My mother was humming a song while chopping dumpling filling in the kitchen, and my father, unusually, had a little to drink.

I can still recall the aroma of the chive and pork filling from that day.

This is my hometown in Jilin, the taste of happiness.

"Being born a human being is not a sin; you don't need to apologize."

Hearing this phrase.

Meng Ziyi lowered his head slightly, tugged at his mask, and covered his face even more completely.

Looking back at the insults directed at me online over the past two years.

He hadn't done anything wrong, yet he kept explaining himself to netizens.

It's like constantly apologizing to the air.

"If the noise doesn't stop, let me keep you quiet."

If you heard this during your high school years, you would think of your ex-boyfriend.

Now, all I can remember is my mother, the only one who would send me a WeChat message when she was trending online for being criticized, saying, "I made you some sauerkraut dumplings and froze them in the freezer."

"Which rose doesn't have thorns..."

Touching the scar on my knee from filming, I realized it was from repeatedly bumping myself during rain scenes.

People said it was fake dedication and staged photos.

Scars don't look good in photos, so they're photoshopped out by Photoshop artists in the video, just like how one's hard work is always erased by public opinion.

When I was a child, I thought it was easy to stand on the stage, but I later realized that it was even harder to stand still.

I've become like the rose in the song, with thorns and dew.

Meng Ziyi picked up her phone and edited a comment on her alternate account: [This song is so well-written. I'm not the only one who's gritted my teeth and endured the pain at night.]
"Don't let anyone change you. Yes, isn't that what I've come this far for?"

Stare at the screen.

Listening to Jiang Yang sing the chorus once again:
"The future Meng Ziyi will definitely be better than he is now, better enough to live up to every word in this song." (End of Chapter)