Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhang Ruonan's ear veins throbbed.

Unlike before in the rest area of ​​the Star Shadow Film and Television Base, she no longer instinctively closed her eyes and pursed her lips when her lips touched.

Even that night in Jiang Yang's room was the same.

Once she was in Jiangyang's embrace, she forgot everything.

It was all thanks to Jiang Yang's initiative.

Try to be more proactive this time.

He awkwardly turned his head.

I heard a slight clicking sound of teeth.

Their noses touched.

Followed by.

Suddenly, Jiang Yang hissed.

She saw Jiang Yang shrinking his neck, with her teeth marks on his lower lip.

"Ruo Nan, you've learned to bite people now," Jiang Yang muttered.

The system previously notified me that I had obtained a kissing technique from Zhang Ruonan.

It didn't say it was developing in the direction of biting.

Jiang Yang licked his lower lip.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding.

Otherwise, I really couldn't handle it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Zhang Ruonan didn't know what to say and didn't dare to look up at Jiang Yang.

She lowered her eyes and nestled close to Jiang Yang's chest.

She gripped Jiang Yang's clothes tightly with her knuckles.

His lips trembled slightly.

He licked her lips, which were usually dry, and then realized that they weren't dry at all.

Her eyes glanced at Jiang Yang's lips, then immediately lowered again.

Her gaze shifted to Jiang Yang's chin, then his chest, and finally settled on the carpet.

She just couldn't look Jiang Yang in the eye.

Feeling guilty.

There is cowardice.

He dared to overturn the table when he got home, and he even dared to snatch Bai Lu's phone in front of her.

Now, nestled in Jiang Yang's arms, she was frozen in place, too afraid to move.

At the same time, I felt a little secretly pleased.

Despite their lack of kissing skills, at least Chao Yuexi and the others had never bitten Jiang Yang's lips.

Her cheeks were burning hot.

His tone was very soft and weak, with a slight nasal quality: "I'm sorry, I still haven't learned it."

After finishing speaking.

Sniffed.

This was followed by an even quieter voice: "I don't know how to do it."

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang tightened his arms around Zhang Ruonan, completely enveloping her in his embrace.

If Ruonan learns it, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Jiang Yang gently rubbed his chin against the top of Zhang Ruonan's head, while tenderly cupping her cheek with one hand.

He gently stroked her burning cheeks with his fingertips: "You don't need to learn. You're fine as you are."

"Really."

She explained further, "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that I really don't know how... teach me."

Zhang Ruonan's voice gradually weakened and slowed down, the last "I" barely audible.

Because they met Jiang Yang's gaze again.

A surge of scalding heat rushed to the top of Zhang Ruonan's head.

My cheeks were burning badly.

Her earlobes also turned red.

My finger accidentally tapped Bailu's tablet, and the screen displayed the pause page for the latest episode of Go Fighting!

It's a shot of Huang Bo walking into the old noodle shop.

You can see Huang Bo and Sun Honglei walking into the noodle shop while chatting about the progress of the tasks given to them by the production team.

Huang Bo was wearing a gray-blue cotton work shirt, with beads of sweat on his face and the cuffs rolled up to his elbows.

Sun Honglei was wearing a red polo shirt with the collar turned up.

The coat was a black leather jacket.

You can see that the gray-white paint on the walls of the old noodle shop has peeled off, revealing the yellowed newspapers pasted on the walls underneath.

There was a ceiling fan with oily blades on the ceiling, slowly turning.

The price list on the wall was blurred by smoke.

What caught Zhang Ruonan's attention the most was the back view of a hunched old woman in the middle of the noodle shop, near the right side of the row of seats.

Was that person really himself?
Jiang Yang was in the dressing room at the time, and he really transformed himself into a different person.

She kept her head down, her chin almost touching her chest.

Her gaze frantically fixed on Jiang Yang's hoodie.

Her fingertips were still clutching the spot on Jiang Yang's chest that she had kneaded.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from Tian Xiwei.

[“Ruo Nan, I just finished watching your performance as the old lady on Go Fighting! The way Huang Bo looked at you was absolutely amazing. You completely drew me into the scene. I remember the first time I recorded a show, I was so nervous that I bumped into the door frame with both hands and feet. Yang Ge said my acting looked like I was being electrocuted. You're much better than me. We're both improving~”]
Xiwei also sent a message to comfort herself.

It was as if I had a premonition of something.

First it was MaiMai, then ChaoYue, and then XiWei.

Why is everyone trying to comfort themselves?

Could it be Jiang Yang...?

I was just about to open the [Swordsman 4] group.

The phone vibrates.

Another message from Tian Xiwei: ["Ruo Nan, I'll teach you a way to boost your courage. When you're nervous and scared, just shout, 'I'm from Shudao Mountain!'"]
Zhang Ruonan typed a reply: [“Can my Shu Road Mountain give me courage?”]
She is now.

I really need to muster up my courage.

Tian Xiwei replied: [“What do you mean, ‘My Shu Road Mountain’? When did Shu Road Mountain become my property? I typed too fast just now. What I meant was, shout it out, and I’ll count to three!”]
Does it really work?
"It works, it works really well on Jiang Yang. As soon as I shout that, Jiang Yang immediately cowers. It always works on men from my hometown."
Zhang Ruonan was slightly stunned.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and looked up at Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, I've got my period, but I can help you, just like that night when Bai Lu showed me some erotic novels..."

Jiang Yang suddenly realized that signing Bai Lu's name was indeed correct.

Even if it costs money to make Bai Lu run around doing promotional appearances, so what? Bai Lu can help Ruo Nan grow.

What is Bailu doing right now?
I have no interest in thinking about the White Dew solar term.

Feeling Zhang Ruonan's arms tighten around his neck, he avoided her tightly pursed lips and didn't dare to kiss her again.

He carried Zhang Ruonan to the bed.

Close the electric blackout curtains.

The only light in the room was the dim, warm glow from the bedside lamp.

Zhang Ruonan kept her eyes tightly closed.

Jiang Yang's lips first lightly brushed against the side of her neck like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Only when he noticed that she didn't flinch did he slowly and gently kiss the throbbing vein.

When the tip of his nose brushed against her earlobe, it sent a shiver down Zhang Ruonan's spine.

Zhang Ruonan dared not move.

Open your eyes slightly.

Not daring to look at Jiang Yang, she turned her head and saw the comments scrolling across the tablet that was still playing a video.

Some praised her:
[This old lady's acting is phenomenal; was Huang Bo really wiping away tears?]
Jiang Yang used his index finger to unbutton the shirt.

The knuckles brushed against the hollow of the collarbone.

The metal buckle popped open with a soft click.

[Extra? I feel her acting skills far surpass those of many female leads in various dramas. When the camera cuts to her, the whole scene seems to sink.]
On the flat surface of White Dew.

The comments continued to scroll by.

[This is truly a newcomer; their micro-expressions are amazing.]
[The detail of her trembling hands made me cry; it reminded me of my grandma.]
Zhang Ruonan was as stiff as a wooden board.

My fingers gripped the sofa cover, and the silk fabric was already wrinkled from the effort.

[I need the Weibo account of this elderly actress! Her acting is so immersive.]
She instinctively tried to breathe, but desperately pursed her lips and held her breath.

Only when his lungs felt like they were about to burst did he let out a soft, kitten-like whimper.

In her heart, she was screaming, "Hold Jiang Yang tight! Don't let Jiang Yang know you haven't learned it yet!"

His arms, however, seemed to be welded to his side.

I don't know who started the thread with a negative comment, but soon a string of negative comments followed.

Jiang Yang's fingers slid across Zhang Ruonan's collar.

The fabric slipped off her shoulder.

Like moonlight removing a light veil.

[Is this old woman trying to get more screen time? Does she even deserve more screen time than Huang Bo?]
With the final relaxation.

She instinctively shrank her shoulders, but he cupped her cheeks and asked softly, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no..."

The waist has a natural suppleness.

It reminded Jiang Yang of a fully drawn bowstring.

It appears soft, but it is actually full of power.

It's so white it's dazzling, and the waistline is extremely narrow.

You can encircle it with both hands.

When viewed from the side, it reveals toned muscle definition.

[He clearly got the role through connections; his face looks like it's been injected with silicone.]
My skin trembled slightly in the air.

Like a petal kissed by the night breeze for the first time, it is both sensitive and fragile.

[His acting was so artificial, his hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's.]
Finally, she mustered up her courage.

But his fingers were clumsy because of nervousness.

[Get out of here, you people with connections! These days, anyone can act.]
Her breathing was rapid.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyelashes drooped.

I dared not look him in the eye.

But she couldn't help but peek at his reaction through the gap in her eyelashes.

[Did she have botched plastic surgery, which is why she's playing an old lady?]
The glow of the streetlights outside the window shone through the curtains, casting hazy ripples on her skin.

Like ripples on the water, rising and falling with her breath.

Her breathing was light and controlled, occasionally letting out a soft hum.

She immediately bit her lower lip, as if afraid of being overheard.

I completely ignored the negative comments in the live chat.

The phone vibrates.

Received a message from Liu Haocun:
"Sister Ruonan, I just finished watching your scene. I cried when Teacher Huang Bo wiped away his tears. I remember when you talked to me about your performance in this scene, you always said that you were sure you didn't act well. Now the whole country has seen how well you acted!"

Yang is right, fear is also part of acting.

"You can make even an Oscar-winning actor break down when you're scared; once you're no longer afraid, you'll surely win Best Actress!"
really.

Ruonan also sent a message to comfort herself.

It can't be that much of a coincidence.

Everyone must be busy, so this is a good time to comfort ourselves.

I opened the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group and saw a message posted by Jiang Yang.

Zhang Ruonan understood what was going on.

It's Jiangyang.

She was afraid of being under too much psychological pressure, so she asked everyone to comfort her.

Zhang Ruonan understood everything.

Therefore, we should strive to learn it even more.

Looking at Zhang Ruonan's shapely and straight legs.

She's not the delicate, fragile type; she has the flexibility she developed as a model.

The calves are slightly bulging.

Like a hill caressed by a spring breeze, the lines flow smoothly from the knees to the ankles, gleaming like pearls under the light.

Suddenly, I smelled a faint fishy odor.

I saw a patch of red.

Zhang Ruonan suddenly realized something.

She gripped the sheets tightly with her fingers.

"Jiang Yang, I..."

Her voice suddenly stopped, and a large blush rose on her neck.

Oh right, we were just talking about that, how could I forget?

Both of them forgot.

Jiang Yang saw it too.

Jiang Yang fixed his gaze on her and immediately understood that she had indeed started her period.

It's confirmed, Ruonan is an honest girl.

If Mai Mai said that, even a dog wouldn't believe it.

Jiang Yang said softly, "It's alright, let's just let it go today."

Zhang Ruonan grabbed Jiang Yang's wrist, her fingertips icy cold but firm.

She was determined not to let Jiang Yang down.

She clutched the corner of the blanket with her other hand, her voice growing softer and softer:
"Jiang Yang...it's okay...really..."

Suddenly, she grabbed his wrists with both hands: "I... I can help you in another way!"

Xiao Zhang is really different now. Last time, she probably wouldn't have been able to say a word.

Jiang Yang was both amused and exasperated: "Last time you were all teary-eyed, shaking your head vigorously..."

Zhang Ruonan's ears turned as red as blood, but she stubbornly tilted her head back: "This time is different!"

Her eyes blinked rapidly, and her throat bobbed.

I recalled the fear I felt last time.

Try your best to restrain yourself.

Zhang Ruonan continued, "I just don't want to. You always give in to me, even though you're clearly in pain."

Jiang Yang's phone vibrated.

I received a message.

I need to go record a song. The recording studio is empty, and the equipment is all set up.

Jiang Yang lay down.

He pulled Zhang Ruonan into the blanket and gently stroked her burning cheeks: "Rest well for a while, don't push yourself too hard."

He was about to get up.

Zhang Ruonan glanced at Jiang Yang's phone screen.

Upon seeing the message Jiang Yang received, she realized that Jiang Yang was leaving.

Recalling the message Xiwei had sent earlier, which taught her a method specifically designed to deal with Jiang Yang.

She suddenly mustered her courage and called out, "Jiang Yang..."

"Ah."

"I really can."

Zhang Ruonan tried to force a smile, but her lips trembled.

I have absolutely no confidence in myself.

She secretly wiped away a little moisture from the corner of her eye with her finger, pretending to rub her eyes.

She didn't want Jiang Yang to know that she couldn't even do this well.

"Don't go yet, trust me, I'm coming to the Shu Road Mountain!" Zhang Ruonan shouted with her eyes closed.

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang felt a buzzing in his head.

I just sat up and my body trembled.

Her neck was stiffly twisted as she looked at Zhang Ruonan beside her.

If I hadn't recognized Zhang Ruonan's broken Chongqing dialect, I would have almost thought I was hallucinating.

"Ruo Nan, what did Xi Wei teach you?"

"Anyway, it taught me something very useful."

The last sentence was left unsaid: It was specifically designed to deal with Jiang Yang.

it works!

Jiang Yang visibly shuddered, but did not leave.

Was she frightened by the words Xiwei taught her?

Zhang Ruonan turned over, lifted the blanket, and subconsciously peeked inside.

Her hand, which was lifting the blanket, suddenly froze. She gasped. This time, she saw it clearly. It was the first time she had seen it so directly, which instinctively shocked and frightened her.

I took a deep breath, pulled the covers back up, and tried not to look; I still didn't have the courage to get down.

She pressed herself against Jiang Yang's chest: "Jiang Yang, hug me."

I felt the warmth of Jiang Yang's embrace.

And Jiang Yang's gentle words in her ear: "Okay, if you keep hugging me like this, I really won't be able to hold back. It's not good for your health."

"But I don't want to harm your health either."

Zhang Ruonan struggled to pull the blanket back up to cover her waist, her arms trembling slightly.

Her hands timidly and haphazardly explored.

The screen of Zhang Ruonan's phone, which was on the bedside table, lit up.

Jiang Yang cupped Zhang Ruonan's cheeks in his hands and glanced at her phone screen.

There is no lock.

It was a message from Zhou Ye.

You can open it with a simple tap.

It says:

[Ruo Nan, I just finished watching your performance on Go Fighting! When Teacher Huang Bo wiped away his tears, I held my breath, just like when Jiang Yang took me to the convenience store and saw that woman with frostbite hands tying her younger sister's shoelaces.]

I remember during my art exam days in Beiping, Jiang Yang said to me, "Someone who doesn't even know what pain is can't act out other people's pain."

Now I understand.

The trembling of your hunched back in the play was the acting of knees frostbitten by life.

Those who criticize you will never understand that true performance is about pulling the thorns from your bones and presenting them as roses.
[Ruonan, don't be afraid of those negative comments.]
The fiercer their criticism, the more it proves you've portrayed scenes they're afraid to watch.
We're still young, our lives have just begun, and we have plenty of time to shut everyone up.
[Keep it up, Zhang Ruonan!]
[We were chosen by Jiang Yang. We may not believe in ourselves, but we must believe in Jiang Yang's judgment.]
Speaking of which, it's been a while since I've been in contact with Zhou Ye.

Zhou Ye has not yet signed a contract with his company.

He said he was going home to do something.

What are you doing?

Jiang Yang wasn't in a hurry, as he didn't have enough resources to allocate to Zhou Ye right now.

Zhang Ruonan was buried under the covers and couldn't see the message Zhou Ye sent.

I can't see anything.

I still don't have the courage.

Xiwei said that her method would keep Jiangyang.

But what can be done to suddenly muster all one's courage?

Suddenly, I remembered Chaoyue's words.

It's not that he's a great boss, but rather:

"Burn my calories!!!"

He shouted it all at once.

effective!
Upon hearing those words, Jiang Yang's breath caught in his throat.

If it weren't for the fact that her hands were still cupping Ruonan's cheeks, I would have almost thought this was a leap.

Actually, you can tell by listening.

Ruonan shouted this sentence, and her voice was loud as it was.

The main point is that there was no cracking in the sound.

"Ruo Nan..."

Ruonan has truly grown up.

Is this what it feels like to grow up? (End of Chapter)