Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Liu Haochun did not notice Jiang Yang.

She wiped away her tears and looked down at her reflection in the black screen of her phone.

For the first time, the girl who always strives for perfection had a different kind of light in her eyes.

The most painful tears, seen through the screen, flow back to the self that could never find affirmation.

In the chasm of time, there is the salt that my parents have eaten, and the clouds that I have seen.

It was a sense of relief, and also a new beginning.

"Okay, cut! Haochun, this take is good!"

Zhang Qing glanced at the monitor one last time, then stood up and called out.

After numerous failed attempts, we finally succeeded on our first try.

I originally wanted Liu Hao to keep one.

Unfortunately, if we continued filming, the daylight would be gone.

Okay, let's use this one. Jiang Yang should be satisfied.

Zhang Qing noticed someone outside who wasn't part of the planned movement, potentially entering the frame or disrupting camera movement. He looked up, about to reprimand them, but stopped himself in his tracks.

It's Jiangyang!
Jiang Yang has arrived.

She was also the producer of this project, overseeing all the progress, and also the top scorer in the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam, far exceeding previous years' scores.

Was Jiang Yang watching the whole time?

Suddenly I understood why Liu Haochun's acting skills had improved so much, and why she was able to portray the layers of emotion in this crying scene – it was because Jiang Yang was there.

Without even needing to communicate, the actors' acting skills can be trained.

This level of skill.

That's perverted.

"Director, is this take really good?" Liu Haochun asked, turning around.

"That's a wrap, Haochun, you did a great job this time."

Zhang Qing praised.

It was a heartfelt compliment, and it was also meant for Jiang Yang: "No wonder he's an actor trained by Teacher Jiang."

Then came a bunch of flattering pleasantries. Looking at Jiang Yang's younger face, she treated him like a junior.

When I first entered the workforce, I felt very uncomfortable saying these things to younger colleagues.

I've experienced a lot.

Now people can say anything, even nonsense.

Jiang Yang didn't disturb Liu Haochun, understanding that Liu Haochun was still immersed in the role and was gradually detaching herself from it.

They tend to be somewhat unresponsive to their surroundings.

It will take some time to recover.

I chatted briefly with Zhang Qing to learn about today's filming process.

The crew on set began to wrap up and discuss the next part of the filming schedule.

Liu Haochun snapped out of his daze and realized that Jiang Yang had arrived. Suddenly, he had so much to say to Jiang Yang.

It's not convenient to say.

Because many people are watching on set, Jiang Yang is no longer an ordinary person.

They only chatted briefly before she told Jiang Yang that Zhao Lushi had sent her a red envelope as encouragement.

Zhao Lushi?
Upon hearing this name, Jiang Yang felt as if he had forgotten something.

It seems to be something related to Zhao Lushi, but I can't remember it for the moment.

Didn't think much about it.

I was drawn in by the word "red envelope".

Previously, Zhou Ye entered the company's internal group and sent out a lot of red envelopes, but he didn't manage to grab a single one.

Will I be able to get a share of Ruth's red envelope from Liu Haochun this time?

It had nothing to do with money; it was purely a test of Hao Chun's loyalty.

Once in the car, Liu Haochun sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt: "Jiang Yang, what brings you here..."

I don't know what I was thinking.

Her eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled with tears: "Weren't you busy preparing for Zetianji? That's why you specially arranged for Zhang Qing to be the director. You didn't have time."

"I'm not busy right now, so I came to see you."

She wiped the tears from her chin with the back of her hand and couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way, I checked your Beijing Dance Academy results for you. You're number one, more than thirty points higher than the previous year's number one."

Then he asked, "Did I act well?"

"You acted wonderfully, even better than I expected."

Liu Haochun wrinkled his nose and tears welled up again: "But I've done so many takes, and I'm still so far behind you. I may never catch up to your score in my entire life."

Jiang Yang took out a tissue and folded it.

Gently press Liu Haochun's cheeks with your fingertips to wipe away her tears:

“Who asked you to chase me? Your opponent has never been me, it’s yourself from yesterday. Just like in this scene, you won against Liu Haochun, who had to do more than ten takes. You were great.”

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun paused, then looked down at his phone and turned on the screen.

Seeing the sentence my mother had sent me in our chat history: "But my mother, she never feels it's enough."

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Remember what Chao Yue said to you, remember the red envelope Zhao Lushi gave you, and remember that when I said you were great, I meant it."

Liu Haochun's problems are something she has to solve herself; she has to walk her own path in life.

Jiang Yang couldn't help.

All we can do is give Liu Haochun strength.

Liu Haochun was stunned for a moment, his eyes welling up with tears.

She raised the back of her hand and wiped away her tears.

Hearing Jiang Yang say again, "Ruth's red envelope..."

Before she could finish speaking, she interrupted, "Give half to the boss!"

sensible.

Jiang Yang took out his phone and waited to receive the payment.

Let him automatically exploit the attributes, and I will also share the money he receives with him.

What a wonderful Haochun!

The phone showed that a red envelope had been received from Liu Haochun.

Upon opening it, I found it contained two hundred yuan: "Haochun, didn't Ruth give you a two hundred yuan red envelope? Why did you give it all to me?"

"I only gave you one hundred."

"You gave me two hundred."

"The remaining hundred is to buy your time." Liu Haochun wiped away the tears on his face, his gaze moving down from Jiang Yang's face to Jiang Yang's Adam's apple.

He moved down again, staring at Jiang Yang's neck.

To be precise, it was that fresh, red strawberry mark.

Jiang Yang turned his head to look: "Huh?"

I heard Liu Haochun unbuckle his seatbelt.

I saw her come closer.

Jiang Yang had a bad feeling; he was all too familiar with this movement.

He moved back slightly: "What are you going to do?"

"Buy you, and I'll have the time to grow strawberries."

"No, Ruonan, Chaoyue, and Xiwei have all been planted..."

Before Jiang Yang could say anything, Liu Haochun's cheek was already close to his.

She rubbed her nose against the hickey on Jiang Yang's neck and said, "I know, I can tell, so I'm going to cover them all up."

"It will draw out blood clots."

Jiang Yang raised his hand and gently placed it on Liu Haochun's shoulder.

Try to push Liu Haochun away.

I felt something wet on my chin; it wasn't Liu Haochun's saliva, it was tears.

Her teary eyes were close to Jiang Yang's chin.

The eyes are closed.

Liu Haochun's lips gently pressed against Jiang Yang's neck, and tears silently streamed down her face.

Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor: "Jiang Yang, I know, I know I shouldn't expect praise from my parents anymore, but every time I get my grades, I still want to show them to my mom. I know what she'll say, but I can't help thinking, what if this time is different?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and tears soaked Jiang Yang's collar.
"Actually, I hate them."

I hate that they're always arguing.

I hate them for taking their anger out on me.

I hate that my mom always says my grades aren't good enough.

But seeing how hard they work, I can't help but think, when I become more successful, will I be able to help them pay off their debts and make things better for our family?
I really want to live in a loving family, so I envy Xiwei.

Home has become the place I most want to escape from.

Sometimes when I hear Xiwei say, "My mom often sends me goodnight messages," I can't help but feel a lump in my throat.

To be precise, it wasn't Xiwei who I envied.

And I envy Xiwei, and the laughter that comes from Xiwei's house when she spends time with her parents.

So when I first received Jiang Yang's praise, I subconsciously felt that Jiang Yang was just being polite.

When someone confesses their feelings to you, you might doubt whether they truly like you.

If I hadn't met Jiang Yang and was in a relationship with someone else, I might have constantly tested and questioned the other person, asking if they really liked me.
Even when they achieve success, they always feel that it's just because they're lucky.

People who have been rejected since childhood will feel that even happiness is stolen.

Liu Haochun's fingers gripped Jiang Yang's clothes tightly.

Open your eyes.

His shoulders shrugged slightly and then relaxed.

Struggling between seeking love and being abandoned.

Liu Haochun's eyelids drooped, his eyes filled with confusion: "Am I conflicted? On one hand, I want to escape that home, but on the other hand, I can't let go. Sometimes I feel like a puppet on a string; even though the strings are broken, I'm still dancing along the same old path." (End of Chapter)