Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Liu Haochun was stunned. Lin Zhengying, who destroyed opium at Humen?

I recalled this point of knowledge that I had learned in my history textbook.

I just think it's ridiculous.

No wonder when I overheard Yang Chaoyue talking on the phone with her younger sister in Yancheng, they were discussing Dream of the Red Chamber, and I heard Yang Chaoyue teaching her sister that Lin Daiyu's father was Lin Chong.

I understand how Jiang Yang felt when Yang Chaoyue proved to Jiang Yang that the three sides of an equilateral triangle are not equal.

He's really not cut out for studying.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

If Chaoyue hadn't dropped out of school and his family had the money to support his education, would he have also failed to get into high school because of his poor grades?
Forget it.

This thought is best kept to yourself; you shouldn't say it aloud.

Overtaking might cause a tantrum.

Sometimes I envy Yang Chaoyue. Whether he's with Jiang Yang, or in Chaoyue's hometown of Yancheng, or in front of Chaoyue's father, he can say the wrong things with such confidence.

They possessed that fearless courage.

I've long lost that kind of courage.

She was very careful at home, and at school she had to try her best to pretend to be a good student in the eyes of her teachers and classmates. Only after she met Jiang Yang did she relax a bit when she was around him.

Jiang Yang allows himself to make mistakes and to act out.

Allow yourself to create memories unique to Jiang Yang.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“What nonsense are you talking about, Lin Zhengying? You're trying to fool kids.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Isn’t that right? Yang-ge taught me Lin Zhengying.”]
Zhang Ruonan chimed in: ["What the boss taught must be correct."]
Liu Haochun tapped his fingers on the screen, spouting nonsense: ["Jiang Yang can't be wrong, it's Lin Zhengying."]
Tian Xiwei posted a message: ["It was Lam Ching-ying. I can testify that I was there at the time, and I was the zombie that got burned."]
Zhou Ye chimed in: [“???”]
Then he posted another message: ["I just got out of school at noon and was eating rice noodles. Reading your chat made me cough."]
Zhou Ye posted again: [“Nobody’s going to say anything, huh? Fine, then I won’t say anything either, @Jiangyang.”]
Liu Haochun found it amusing.

My mood has improved somewhat.

Of course she knew the correct answer, but she didn't want to lose the joy of talking nonsense.

In the internal group chat of Jiangyang Company, there was a kind of naive and fearless attitude.

In the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group, no one corrected Yang Chaoyue's mistake; they all stayed with him and waited for Jiang Yang to clean up the mess.

Jiang Yang cancelled the reservations for Xi Weichao and Ruonan's rooms.

Hao Chun's room is still there.

I don't know if we can finish filming Hao Chun's scenes today. Maybe we can stay another night. If it gets too late, the dormitories at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy will be closed, and Hao Chun will still have a place to stay.

After he finished, he drove the old man's Mercedes S-Class to Dashilan West Street in Xicheng District.

The morning rush hour situation has improved considerably.

Passing by the Chongwenmen Sooshow Cinema, I saw an advertisement for Xiaomi's flagship smartphone, the Xiaomi 5, playing on the LED screen.

The car had already driven onto Qiandongmen Street.

While waiting at traffic lights, Jiang Yang always felt that something was missing in the car.

I heard the box office results of Stephen Chow's "The Mermaid" playing from the car stereo.

Suddenly remembering that Yang Chaoyue's idol was Stephen Chow, he laughed and said, "Chaoyue, June is Stephen Chow's birthday. You always say you owe him a movie ticket, right? In the future, we..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

He glanced at the empty passenger seat, then turned to look at the back.

Tsk.

Only now did I realize that Chaoyue was truly gone.

Opening the glove compartment in the passenger seat, there was indeed a pile of candy inside.

It's obvious that Chaoyue stole it from the Xingying Film and Television Base.

He took one, tore open the wrapper, and popped it into his mouth. The sweetness made Jiang Yang smile.

How can someone like to eat sweet candy, spicy pork trotter rice, save money, and always argue with their boss?

Looking back, it's been about six months since I started this lousy company and signed with Chaoyue.

At first, I thought that learning things through rapid learning was too slow, but I was amazed by some of the inexplicable theories that I learned through rapid learning.

Unconsciously.

I've gotten used to Chaoyue being around. Back then, Chaoyue spoke Mandarin with a heavy Yancheng accent.

When speaking with a hint of emotion, add a "lie" sound at the end of the sentence.

They're speaking more and more accurately now.

They became increasingly unruly towards him.

Whether it was the timid and obedient Yang Chaoyue when they first met, or the Yang Chaoyue now who calls him "Dog Boss" all the time, he likes him.

Time flies, half a year has passed.

Half a year might be enough for tens of thousands of words in a web novel, but it was something I actually experienced and clearly remember every single thing that happened.

These days, are there still online novels that have reached a million words and only half a year has passed?
That author must be terrible, writing such a lousy book, and still has the nerve to ask for monthly votes, he~tui!

I drove to Dashilan West Street and found a parking lot.

Jiang Yang opened his email and wrote a message to Yang Chaoyue.

The title is: It's been half a year, time to praise you, Yang Chaozhong.

Jiang Yang tapped the screen with his fingers, editing the text:

[Transcendence:]

I'm driving to the film set near Haochun on Dashilan West Street right now. I was just about to talk to you when the car suddenly became quiet, which I'm not used to.

When you were around, you would either argue with me, tell me how much money you had saved, or say that you had gotten candy from the front desk and put it in the glove compartment.

The candy is still there, but the person has run away.

Six months.

From the first time you stood in front of me, unable to even deliver your lines properly, to now daring to slam your fist on the table and call me "boss dog."

I always want you to learn more, but sometimes I think I'm just too impatient.

I complain that you learn too slowly, that your Mandarin has an accent, and that you always talk back to me.

But looking back now, you were clearly working harder than anyone else.

I practiced singing until my voice became hoarse.

Even when her ankles swelled up from dancing, she didn't say anything. The next day, she still sent Haochun videos of herself practicing dance, asking Haochun to make demands of her.

You can't even afford to buy cosmetics that cost hundreds of dollars, just to save money so that your family can live a good life.

I remember all of these.

I won't scold you anymore.

It's not because you've become more capable, but because I can't bear to part with you.

I know your idol is Stephen Chow. You've watched King of Comedy many times, and you said you owe him a movie ticket.

I can't let you meet Stephen Chow right now, but next time, when his movie is showing again, I'll take you to the best theater and give you a seat in the very center.

Not as boss and employee, but as friends.

Furthermore, I will give you a bigger stage than you have now.

This isn't just polite talk; it's a promise.

Because of your hard work over the past six months, you deserve a better future.

P.S.: I don't usually say these sentimental things, so I wrote them in an email.

During the time I spent with you, I found that my heart, which had long been worn down by reality, seemed to have become young again.

Maybe it's because you always argue with me, maybe it's because you eat candy like a little kid, or maybe it's because...

You remind me of myself when I was young.

Don't get me wrong, I was talking about a dream. I had a dream once where I was in my thirties. Anyway, let's not talk about that.

In short, thank you, Chaoyue.

—Jiangyang.

March 20, 2016. (End of Chapter)