Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Mitsuo, where's your belt?"

"What?"

After putting on the armor, it's time to fasten the belt.

The small belt tightened the armor, while the large outer belt served only a decorative purpose.

"How many belts do you have?" Wu Guangsheng asked, repeatedly touching the empty space at his waist and clutching his armor with his fingers.

"Two of them, one big and one small."

"Huh? No way, holy crap!"

"Did you take something missing?"

"No, the costume designer just gave me a belt."

Wu Guangsheng became anxious.

Looking towards the clothing box, I saw the costume teacher busy distributing clothes to other people.

He walked past nervously, not daring to take it.

I walked over again, not daring to look up, and braced myself as I reached into the box containing the belt, when suddenly I was stopped by a shout: "Hey! What are you doing!"

"Teacher, I forgot to take one of my belts." Wu Guangsheng forced a smile.

"Don't tell me that. We distribute the uniforms neatly and orderly. If you left, it means you lost them. Think carefully, where did you lose them?"

"I……"

The costume designer had a loud voice, and all the other extras looked over.

Wu Guangsheng was too proud to say anything.

"What happened to you just now?" Zhou Qi walked over quickly and asked.

"Team leader, I think I've lost my belt."

"You lost your belt? You're really something! You haven't even gone inside yet."

"Team leader, actually, the clothing department didn't send me the uniforms, they only gave me a belt..."

Just finished speaking.

The costume designer walked over, her face ashen: "Don't say I didn't send it. Everything is complete. You're responsible for returning the costumes to me before you leave. You need to speak properly."

Zhou Qi remained silent, staring at Wu Guangsheng.

Wu Guangsheng stammered nervously, "That's... I lost it, I'm sorry, team leader."

"Go back and find where you lost it."

After saying that, Zhou Qi shouted to the side, "What are you all looking at? Go get your uniforms! Mind your own business."

Maintain order.

Zhou Qi went to the clothing truck, took out the notice, pretended to look at it, and sent a message to Jiang Yang: ["Brother Yang, your friend, Wu Guangsheng, lost a belt. Why don't you come and take a look?"]
The message is sent.

Jiang Yang replied: ["I'm coming right now. Please take care of Guang Sheng for me."]
Zhou Qi put away his phone.

I stopped talking to Jiang Yang.

He glanced at Jiang Yang's car and nodded silently, knowing that Jiang Yang was watching from there.

Wu Guangsheng returned to the prop truck where he had just changed clothes, but found nothing.

I wandered around the clothing cart like a headless fly, my steps unsteady, and I even stumbled when I stepped on a cable.

Think about it.

He gritted his teeth.

They found Zhou Qi next to the garment factory, looking at a notice board, his head bowed: "Team leader, how about I buy one?"

"Oh dear, you're spending money before you've even started working. It's not worth it for you. Look around some more, look around some more."

Zhou Qi walked towards the entrance of the venue.

Wu Guangsheng searched again for a while, but to no avail.

After everyone had received their uniforms, it was time to go inside.

Wu Guangsheng made the decision.

For today's scene, I received about two hundred yuan in payment.

As long as it doesn't exceed this amount, even if you lose a belt, you can still make a profit.

He approached the clothing cart, but before he could speak, the costume supervisor snapped, "Couldn't you find it?"

"No."

"If you want your team leader to come, you can't skimp on the money."

"Teacher, can I buy a belt?"

"You want to buy it? Sure."

The costume designer, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "A big belt costs 1,500. You lost it this morning, so I'll give you a 300 discount. If it were after the day's work, it wouldn't be this price; it would be at least 1,800."

"One thousand and five..."

Wu Guangsheng was shocked and his heart raced.

The costume designer called over her assistant: "Give him the payment code and let him pay."

"Why is it so expensive..." Wu Guangsheng's throat bobbed as he forced out the words.

"Expensive? Every belt has engravings on it, do you think it's just an ordinary belt?"

"I……"

The words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, she saw the fierce-looking costume teacher in front of her and smiled at him: "Teacher Jiang."

That's when I realized I wasn't looking at him.

They were looking behind him.

"What's wrong, Guangsheng?" Jiang Yang asked.

Wu Guangsheng looked back.

Seeing Jiang Yang walking quickly towards her, she smiled at him and then said to the costume teacher, "He is my friend."

Hear the words.

Wu Guangsheng's eyes trembled.

She pursed her lips, avoiding Jiang Yang's gaze, and lowered her head.

Jiang Yang chatted with the clothing teacher for a few minutes, then said, "1500, right? I'll pay for it for him."

"No, no, no, Teacher Jiang, please accept this as a gift."

"It's something we should give; everyone has their struggles."

After scanning the code, Jiang Yang paid.

Wu Guangsheng stared at the ground, not daring to look up.

When Wu Guangsheng received a new belt, his fingertips trembled slightly and he almost couldn't hold it properly.

He wanted to thank him, but his throat tightened when he opened his mouth, and he could only manage a muffled whisper: "...Thank you, Brother Jiang."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I stubbornly held it in so it wouldn't fall.

He urged Wu Guangsheng to stop staring blankly and hurry up and go inside to film.

Wu Guangsheng strode quickly through the gate, his steps unsteady, as if he were fleeing, his shoulders shrug slightly.

After taking a few steps, he quickly rubbed the corner of his eye with the back of his hand.

Look back.

Jiang Yang has already left.

After filming a scene, Wu Guangsheng finally calmed down during a break.

This was the second time Jiang Yang had helped him.

Forget it.

do my best!

At worst, I'll quit being an extra and find another job, like delivering food or working in a factory. Otherwise, I feel so suffocated and uncomfortable!
Immediately.

He took out his phone, edited a Weibo post, and typed out: ["My name is Wu Guangsheng. I'm the extra who was supposedly bullied by Jiang Yang, as mentioned in the trending topics about him. I haven't dared to say anything lately because I'm really a coward. But now, I'm going all out. So what if I get cyberbullied? So what if I get fired? Is it worse than watching an innocent person get smeared?"]
Jiang Yang, sitting in the back of the van, sent a message to Gulinaza: ["Hurry up, have you finished talking to Old Man Zhong? My artist is about to get off the plane."]
Gulina replied: ["You address him respectfully as 'Director' in public, but behind his back you call him 'Old Man Zhong.' I haven't seen a shred of respect for the director in you. I also call Zhong Shujia 'Director' behind his back."]
Jiang Yang edited the text: [“I’ve not only been disrespectful to Zhong Shujia, but I’ve also been disrespectful to you, Guli Jianza! Hurry up!”]
Received a message from Gulnazar: [“I love you so much! I’m here. I couldn’t be bothered with that old man Zhong. He even gave you a negative trending topic. It makes me so angry.”]
Log in to Weibo using a secondary account.

I noticed the post Wu Guangsheng just made.

No one liked it, and no one commented.

That's normal, because Wu Guangsheng has no followers on Weibo.

Jiang Yang spent 100,000 yuan to boost the traffic of Wu Guangsheng's Weibo post.

I got out of the car and walked towards the clothing truck.

The second batch of extras arrived, also playing guards; their headgear was glued on.

Some people were working on their hand braces, while others were bending down to fasten their knee pads.

Zhou Qi came out and urged, "Sign! Check the boxes! Those who brought their own shoes need to make a note at the end of the list! What are you dawdling for? The next scene is yours, start filming now!"

After finishing this batch of work, costume designer Liu Yang saw Jiang Yang coming over and understood what was going on.

He handed the work to his assistant, jumped out of the car, and smiled at Jiang Yang, no longer calling him "Teacher Jiang" as he had when Wu Guangsheng was present, but instead addressing him as "Brother Yang..."

Just spoke.

Then he saw Jiang Yang put his arm around his shoulder, take out a red envelope, and stuff it into his pocket.

Touched.

A thick stack. There must be three thousand of them.

"Hey Yang, you think highly of me and are willing to be my friend. You're giving me a lot of face. I can't possibly accept that."

"During this period, I have been guiding Lu Han and Gulnazar in their acting, and I have been pointing out many flaws in your costumes."

Jiang Yang stuffed the red envelope into Liu Yang's pocket and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, you call me Brother Yang, so you're my Brother Yang too."

"Haha, that's different, it's different, you've worked hard..."

Liu Yang laughed loudly.

He was half a head shorter than Jiang Yang, thirty-five years old, and ten years ago he was a costume assistant. Now he has become the costume director of a big-budget production like "Fighter of the Destiny," and has made a name for himself.

My hair is no longer thick.

The hairline is receding.

My voice has become a bit hoarse compared to when I was younger.

Jiang Yang knew that Liu Yang was from Jiangsu. He had saved up some money, but he took half of it when he divorced. His child stayed with him and was raised by his grandparents in his hometown. He had not remarried since.

To paraphrase what I used to say when I chatted with Liu Yang, I've seen through it all.

Marriage is just like this.

I'd be content if my children could accumulate some wealth for me, strive to be successful, study hard, and stay out of trouble.

The happiest thing is finishing a project, returning to my hometown, and finding my child watching a TV series that I helped produce. After telling my child, my child says, "Dad, you're awesome!"

That moment was incredibly exhilarating.

It's all worth it, no matter how tiring it is.

Also, I will never let my child do what he does, no matter what.

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "You tidy up the costumes every day at dawn, and then you have to wash them after work. You get up as early as those makeup artists. Compared to you, what's so hard about us actors? Last time in Tiandu City, we were chatting and you suddenly fell asleep. I almost thought you had died of a sudden illness, you know?"

Hear the words.

Liu Yang's eyes trembled.

It's rare to hear the main characters in a drama feel sorry for the behind-the-scenes staff.

He burst out laughing at the end: "Hahaha, yes, yes, that scared you half to death."

Liu Yang stopped refusing and accepted the red envelope to get to work.

"Team Leader Zhou," Jiang Yang called out to Zhou Qi, who was about to walk into the gate.

"Brother Yang."

Zhou Qi turned around and forced a smile.

He was listening to the conversation between Jiang Yang and Liu Yang.

Waiting for Jiang Yang's arrangements.

If Jiang Yang doesn't greet him, he'll go inside.

Now that he'd been greeted, he went over to Jiang Yang, but didn't talk much.

I accepted a red envelope from Jiang Yang.

I touched it; there was five thousand.

He put it in his pocket and said, "Don't worry, Yang-ge, I'll take Guangsheng's matter to heart. I'll help him take the special contract exam in advance."

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Yang stopped him and whispered, "Take good care of him. It's not very respectable of me to scheme against him like this. He's still young, and I'm afraid he won't be able to handle it if he finds out."

"What's so undignified about this? Don't worry, Yang, he won't know. Besides, Yang, if I were his age, I'd be thrilled if someone tried to scheme like this. What kind of scheming is this? Everyone benefits. He can get the contract early and his income will multiply several times. The costume teacher and I can also make money. Yang, you can get on the trending topics again. It's a win-win situation, isn't it? It's a good thing."

“Yes, that’s good news,” Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Brother Yang, I'm going in now. Let's keep in touch. If you need anything in Hengdian, please let me know. If I ever want to join a film crew again after I'm no longer a team leader, I'll have to trouble you to introduce me to some opportunities."

Let's chat for a bit.

Zhou Qi patted Jiang Yang's waist and hurriedly ran through the gate.

Back in the van, Jiang Yang felt uneasy.

Weird.

If you did this kind of thing a lot in your past life, you wouldn't feel anything at all.

Why do I feel a little guilty now?

I heard a whooshing sound.

The door of the van opened, and Gulnazar poked her head out, taking off her mask to look inside.

Seeing that the driver wasn't there and only Jiang Yang was there, she smiled and said, "Your little rascal is here!"

Jiang Yang was stunned.

He tilted his head to look.

Outside the car door was a clear blue sky, a few blades of grass on the ground, and Gulnazar in the backlight.

The morning sunlight danced through her hair.

The fine downy hairs on her neck shone brightly in the light.

The sunlight on the girl's hair was like the most expensive gold dust.

Jiang Yang was somewhat dazed by what he saw.

this moment.

He suddenly understood something.

Take a deep breath and exhale slowly, letting go of all the pent-up emotions in your heart.

In my past life, when I schemed against others, I always felt it was perfectly natural, as natural as eating and drinking.

Just like when I first met Yang Chaoyue, I fooled Chaoyue.

There was no psychological burden at all.

But now, seeing Wu Guangsheng looking so helpless, I actually feel bad.

If he were to return to the moment immediately after his rebirth, would he still have the heart to deceive Yang Chaoyue?
Most likely yes.

But I don't feel at ease.

Jiang Yang looked down at his palm; the lines on his palm were clearly visible in the sunlight.

Gently glide your fingertips across your palm.

To confirm that one's own existence.

Spending more time with these girls, without realizing it, your heart softens.

Breakfast at the Hyperbolic Belt.

The clumsy Ruonan.

There's always someone trying to ambush him, and Xiwei who's always counting.

And Hao Chun, who is prone to crying.

And then there's Nazha in front of him, always stealing his things.

He realized that what Chaoyue had said before—that he had changed—was true.

This change did not happen suddenly, but began gradually from the smallest details.

A moment of distraction, a deep breath.

I increasingly feel that what makes me younger now is not only my body, but also my conscience, which has become vibrant again.

"Yangzi, what are you spacing out for? I'm Jianza."

Hearing what Gulnazar said.

Jiang Yang's eyes brightened from a daze.

He looked up at Gulnazar, who was tilting her head and waiting for him to finish speaking.

Jiang Yang's shoulders relaxed slightly, his previously tense back leaned against the seat, and he looked more relaxed than before. He suddenly smiled and patted his knees: "Hug Jianzha."

The car door closes.

Gulnazar snuggled closer to Jiang Yang's arms.

He covered Jiang Yang's head and pressed it against her chest: "What were you spacing out about just now?"

"nothing."

Jiang Yang unzipped Gulinaza's collar and pressed it against her burning skin. His eyes welled up with tears: "I just feel that my eighteen-year-old heart is indeed beating faster."

"Don't say anything, just give me a kiss."

"The driver is coming soon."

"I want it! Oh, you're such a pervert, would it kill you to kiss me? I'm getting angry..."

Before Gulina could finish her coquettish words, Jiang Yang ripped off her bra strap.

She immediately closed her eyes, mumbled something, and chuckled softly, "Be gentle."

Done.

Gulnazar pushed Jiang Yang's shoulders and kissed him.

Youth is about knowing you'll regret it, but still being unable to resist getting closer to it.

Jiang Yang was slightly taken aback, then deepened the kiss and gripped her clothes tightly.

young.

That's great. (End of Chapter)