Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Gulnazar's tone was low.

Her hair was loose.

On her phone, a message from Zhang Han read: [“Nazha, you’ve been in the industry shorter than me, and there are many things you don’t understand. My advice for you to protect yourself and distance yourself from Jiang Yang is to safeguard you. In our line of work, it’s hard to go far without being a little selfish.”]
Gulnazar replied in edited text: [“I used to think the same way, that only by doing more things that benefit myself could I go higher. Now I realize I was wrong. In this industry, fighting alone is useless. If you want to go higher, you have to be altruistic.”]
"Nazha, you're wrong."
"You're right, so every time I need help, you hide away and protect yourself, right? Don't tell me you'll comfort me in private. Do I need that? What I need is for you to stand up for me, but you'll never do that. I believe you genuinely want what's best for me, because that's exactly what you do—always acting selfishly and leaving me out in the cold."
Her hands trembled as she typed: ["You and Zheng Shuang are indeed a good match. You're both selfish people, you're on the same wavelength, that's why you can't break up. I don't think selfishness is a bad quality. Zhang Han, I don't blame you. We used to love each other, and neither of us was wrong, but we're becoming less and less compatible. Maybe you're right, I have indeed changed."]
The message is sent.

She paused for a few seconds.

With tears welling up in her eyes, she typed out: ["Let's end it here. Let's stop hurting each other. There's no right or wrong in love. I'm tired, and you're tired too."]
"I'm doing your makeup all by myself, without anyone to help. I'm even doing your styling? I should charge you, Nazha."

Jiang Yang turned around and closed the door.

He heard the chair move, and then felt Gulnazar hug him from behind, her hands wrapped around his waist.

His fingers curled slightly.

Tighten slowly

Jiang Yang turned his head to look and found that the curtains were drawn.

"Let me hold you for a while, there are no security cameras here."

Gulnazar's voice was very soft.

Jiang Yang turned around and met Gu Lina's slightly reddened eyes.

I understand that Gulnazar has something on her mind.

Gulnazar looked at him with her watery eyes, and his gaze followed her pursed lips downwards.

The lines of her neck extend from behind her ears to her collarbone, and her skin glows softly under the light.

A tank top that allows for easy changing of clothes.

I'll be wearing a waterproof jacket and waterproof pants soon.

Two thin straps draped over her shoulders, the fabric rising and falling gently with her breath, and the contours of her body were faintly visible at the neckline.

His shoulders were straight, and there was a faint shadow in the hollow of his collarbone.

The fabric of the camisole is somewhat see-through, allowing you to see the texture of the skin underneath.

The fabric of the clothes in front of the fierce-looking woman was stretched a little tight, slowly expanding and contracting with the rhythm of the rise and fall.

"What's wrong, Nazha?"

"I think I messed everything up, even though I was being very careful."

She thought she could marry Zhang Han.

Without realizing it, the two drifted further and further apart.

Jiang Yang didn't understand what Gulina meant.

Look down.

Gulnazar's waist is very slender, forming a distinct curve with her hips.

The edge of her hot pants left a faint mark.

He stood with his legs straight, his muscles were well-defined, and his kneecaps were slightly protruding.

Her ankles were slender, and she was barefoot on the floor with her toes slightly curled.

Her skin was very fair, and fine downy hairs were visible under the light.

She stood in front of Jiang Yang, her shoulders slightly hunched, as if she were cold or very tired.

"Nazha, do you have a fever?" Jiang Yang asked.

Gulnazar remained silent.

She simply raised her hand, wrapped it around his back, and gripped his clothes tightly, wrinkling the fabric with her fingers.

I felt Gulnazar's body press against me.

Her forehead rested against his chin, her breath brushing against his neck.

Jiang Yang was about to say, "That's a different price," but he didn't say it.

Because it was obvious that Nazha seemed to be serious.

Unlike usual, I wasn't joking around with him.

When I teach Nazha to act, the two of us have physical contact, but never this intimate.

Jiang Yang softened his tone and changed the subject: "Nazha, is something wrong? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Am I really just a pretty face with an empty head, only good for dating?"

"no."

"But that's what netizens say about me."

Jiang Yang raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray hairs on Gulnazar's forehead: "Nazha, don't care what people say online. If you use other people's standards to measure yourself, the result will always be wrong."

Hear the words.

Gulnazar raised her head, her eyes sparkling.

She knew Jiang Yang was trying to comfort her.

He said things against his conscience.

How could someone in this line of work not care about netizens' opinions?

Jiang Yang was recently trending on social media for being attacked online. She tried to comfort him by sharing her own experiences. Jiang Yang seemed indifferent, but she knew that he must be feeling very bad inside.

Just like every time she gets criticized and trends on social media.

That's why she was so angry that she helped Jiang Yang boycott the performance and stood up for him.

If Zhong Shujia wants to promote the show, she can use her own name. She might very well cooperate. Anyway, she's used to being criticized, which is better than watching Jiang Yang get criticized.

He's so young.

They've only been in the industry for a short time.

It's heartbreaking to see such a talented and warm-hearted person being criticized like that.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, and through the thin fabric of their clothes, they could feel each other's heartbeats.

Their faces were even closer.

Jiang Yang smelled the faint scent of shampoo on Gulnazar's hair, mixed with the salty smell of sweat.

“Nazha, you bought cold drinks for the extras on set, and you also bought knee pads for the stuntmen. Some new actors asked you for photos on set, and you didn’t refuse. You even told the director and team leader not to blame them. I saw all of this clearly on set. True actor character is never about performing in front of the camera.”

"But this is who I am now. The me of the past wasn't like this, the me of the past..."

"Nazha".

Jiang Yang interrupted, his words spoken softly, yet like a heavy hammer blow to Nazha's heart: "Nazha, have you ever seen a caterpillar break free of its cocoon?"

Hear the words.

Gulnazar's pupils trembled.

Jiang Yang continued, "The traces of a caterpillar struggling in its cocoon will eventually become the patterns on its wings."

Jiang Yang gently cupped Nazha's face, his fingertips wiping her slightly damp eyes: "You've endured being attacked by the entire internet, yet you've persevered until now. You always say that you weren't good enough in the past, but it was that imperfect Gulnazar who climbed over all the thorns step by step to get to where she is today."

While speaking.

Jiang Yang placed his hand on Gulinazha's waist.

You can feel the temperature of her skin.

"Those insults are like a cocoon, unable to confine a growing heart. Naza, breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly is not the end result, but what you are doing every minute and every second now."

“Jiang Yang…”

Gulina's eyelashes fluttered slightly as she wrapped her arms around Jiang Yang's neck and leaned in, saying, "Can you kiss me?" (End of Chapter)