Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Sister Nazha..." Xiao Jing's voice came from outside as there was a knock on the door: "The driver is here."

Gulnazar opened the door: "Come on in. So what if the driver is here? It's not like there's something you're ashamed of."

Xiao Jing chuckled and bent down to get into the car.

He greeted Jiang Yang.

She secretly glanced at Gulnazar.

Lipsticks are all patterned, so what's wrong with that?

It's obvious what those two were doing inside.

Xiao Jing was startled by that snarl.

In the past, during the worst periods of Nazha's emotional state, she would break down and become completely vulnerable when she saw people on Weibo calling her cheap.

But this time, of all times.

Hearing Jiang Yang call Nazha a slut, Nazha happily got into the car, reminding her to keep an eye on things.

Which one is the real Gulnazar?

Or is it both?

I don't understand.

A pair of scoundrels.

If Zhang Han had said something this harsh before when Nazha and Zhang Han were together, Nazha would have definitely lost her temper.

When Xiao Jing saw Jiang Yang move to the front seat, she understood that the driver was about to get in the car, and Jiang Yang was deliberately avoiding any appearance of impropriety with Gu Lina.

The car started moving as the driver got in.

After leaving the filming area and entering the Film Avenue tunnel, Jiang Yang took out his phone and opened Weibo.

His Weibo followers increased by more than two thousand.

Wu Guangsheng's Weibo post already has over a hundred comments.

Not in a hurry.

You can't open the phone to see what's on it right now, because the driver is driving erratically, going fast and slow all the time, and looking at the phone makes me dizzy.

Jiang Yang quickly typed a message to Zhong Shujia: [“Old Zhong, my original video can be sent now.”]
I received a reply from Zhong Shujia: [“You finally let me off the hook, kid. Not releasing the original video was driving me crazy. Um, I'll mention the name of our show again, you don't mind, right?”]
Jiang Yang typed: [“Anyway, I don’t have a single penny to donate. I’m a penniless wretch.”]
["Hahaha, you're something else! You're still poor? Among all the actors in the group, you're currently the third highest earner."]
Zhong Shujia sent another message: ["By the way, Huang Lei just contacted me, asking about your situation on set. He said he'll be cooking at his house soon to entertain a girl named Zhao Lushi, to discuss which company she'll be signing with in the future. He asked if you have any thoughts, and asked if you could send Huang Lei a message when you have time."]
Jiang Yang gave Zhong Shujia an OK sign in return.

Old Chef Huang, I haven't seen him for a while, and he's starting to put on airs.

For something as trivial as this, why not just talk to him about it?

They even had to go through Zhong Shujia to get him to contact Huang Lei himself.

When the car arrived at Hangzhou Xiaoshan Airport, Jiang Yang roughly understood Huang Lei's intentions.

He wanted to act as a middleman, introducing Zhao Lushi to his company.

On the other hand, he recommended that Zhao Lushi be signed.

This will make both sides owe Huang Lei a favor.

After all, I had talked to Huang Lei about Zhao Lushi's family before, and they were well-off.

Such artists are inexperienced and can be very valuable if used properly.

We entered the airport terminal.

Gulnazar asked Xiaojing to get the boarding pass, and she walked towards the VIP security lane.

He was wearing a baseball cap, large sunglasses, and a face mask.

She lowered her head slightly, her long hair falling naturally, obscuring her profile.

I really don't want to wear sunglasses and a mask.

That would be easier.

I tried it the year before last.

The result was congestion at the airport security checkpoint, with a crowd of people surrounding her and their phone cameras practically shoving in her face, delaying many passengers' flights.

Since.

Sunglasses and a mask are essential whenever you go to crowded places.

Xiao Jing, wearing flat sneakers, ran over quickly: "Sister Nazha, boarding pass."

"Did I accidentally buy an economy class ticket again?"

"It's first class. I won't make the same mistake again."

Gulnazar took the boarding pass and glanced at it.

I felt much more at ease knowing it was first class.

Last time she was flying economy class, she was recognized by someone. During takeoff and landing, people kept coming up to take photos with her, and she had to respond politely. The flight attendants kept reminding passengers to pay attention to safety.

I also heard people in the row in front of me whispering, "Big stars like you are sitting in economy class with us ordinary people. You just want to enjoy being watched. You won't even agree to add me on WeChat. I don't know what you're pretending for. Let's see how long you last."

I don't want to experience that feeling again.

Since becoming famous, I've never felt the same way I did during my student days, when I could freely move around in public places.

There was nothing back then.

Only endless freedom.

Now that he has money, he has become a big star he once looked up to, but he can no longer have the freedom he once had.

The version of myself that was unknown when I first entered the Beijing Film Academy, the version of myself that could casually tie my hair in a ponytail and squat by the roadside eating barbecue skewers, is skipping away and disappearing at the end of the time tunnel.

So sometimes I feel that fame is a double-edged sword.

On one hand, it severs its ordinary life; on the other hand, it cuts off its escape route.

Gulnazar turned around to look.

I noticed that Jiang Yang slowed down and was chatting with someone on his phone.

I envy Jiang Yang, though.

He's been trending online lately, but few people actually know Jiang Yang in real life. He wasn't wearing a mask or sunglasses, just a loose sweatshirt.

She leaned closer to peek: "Who are you talking to?"

“I had a makeup artist from the movie ‘A Little Reunion’ who used to do my makeup often. I need to give her a gift next month. I asked the crew at the time how much to give her.”

Is it a wedding or a funeral?

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang raised his head slightly and glanced at Gulinazha: "Huh?"

"Is it a wedding or a funeral? Didn't you say you'd give a gift?" Gulnazar asked again.

Through his sunglasses, Jiang Yang couldn't see Gulnazar's gaze.

But I can imagine it.

Gulnazar's eyes must have been very serious.

Jiang Yang's lips twitched, and he looked at Xiao Jing beside him: "Does your boss often have this kind of thought process?"

The question had barely left my mouth when...

Xiao Jing interrupted, "Yeah, Jiang Yang, is it a wedding or a funeral? Why are you keeping us in suspense? Just tell us, Sister Nazha has asked us so many times."

"No wonder you two have been working together for years. You two really do think alike."

Jiang Yang put away his phone and said to Gulinaza, "What do you think?"

"How would I know."

"It's a funeral! It's all set for next month, she'll die on June 1st! If she doesn't die, I'll go over and strangle her."

"Oh... hahaha, I'm so stupid." Gulnazar paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

No wonder they say that weddings don't come unless invited, but funerals come uninvited.

Jiang Yang scoffed, "How did you find out? Who tells you a month in advance about a funeral? You..."

Jiang Yang was about to say, "Your dad didn't tell you a month in advance that he was going to die."

The words were left unsaid.

Stop it in time.

This kind of joke is not to be taken lightly.

We'll have to go up Chunshan again in the future.

Naza has a nickname, Chunshan.

There weren't many passengers in the VIP security checkpoint; the passenger in front of him, dressed in a business-like manner, was scrolling through his phone.

Long queues formed at the regular security checkpoints, with some people standing on tiptoe to peer inside and complaining about the slow security process.

When it was almost time for Gulnazar to get a turn.

She turned around, took off the baseball cap she was wearing, and put it on Jiang Yang's head.

"What are you doing, Nazha?"

"do not move."

"I'm not used to wearing hats."

"If I tell you not to move, then don't move. Just be a motionless turtle."

Jiang Yang pursed his lips as he listened.

What a terrible metaphor.

"See? You look really handsome in a hat. Our head circumferences are about the same, so it suits us perfectly." I don't know why.

Even though they were only separated for a short period of time, Jiang Yang would still be seen when filming on location in Dunhuang.

She will still have scenes with Jiang Yang.

But I still can't bear to part with it.

Done.

Gulnazar took a half step back and looked at Jiang Yang through her sunglasses.

The boy who had just been arguing with him suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Yang's hat brim was pulled too low by her.

He had to look up at her slightly.

From this angle, she could see a wisp of hair sticking up at the back of his neck.

Just like my student days.

On campus, the exceptionally handsome male student, slumped over his desk, half-asleep, his hair sticking up.

Gulnazar smiled faintly and said, "I'm leaving."

She turned around and tossed her long hair.

I entered the security checkpoint.

When the female security officer scanned Gulnazar's boarding pass, her eyes lit up, but her professionalism kept her expressionless.

Holding the scanner in a businesslike manner, his eyes glanced under Gulnazar's sunglasses, trying to confirm if it was really her.

Until the machine beeps.

The female security officer said in a businesslike manner, "Madam, please remove your sunglasses."

Gulnazar took off her sunglasses, and the other person was stunned for a while before asking Gulnazar to put them back on.

Turn around and look.

They noticed that Jiang Yang was still outside the security gate, looking this way.

She waved to Jiang Yang: "Go pick up Xiwei, she'll be here soon."

"Let me know you've landed safely."

"it is good."

I arrived at the waiting area and ordered a coffee.

A moment later, an announcement was heard: "Boarding for CA1831, bound for Beiping, has begun..."

Gulnazar boarded the first-class cabin.

Before takeoff, while there was still signal, she sent Jiang Yang a message: ["Put on my hat, and you're mine."]
Jiang Yang replied: [“Eat my offspring, and you will be mine too.”]
Gulnazar had a smile playing on her lips.

Afraid that others would see the contents of her phone, she sent a message: ["Pervert."]
A message came from Jiang Yang: [“Bastard.”]
"I love erotica."
"I will kill this bastard."
Gulnazar laughed out loud when she saw it.

Xiao Jing, who was standing nearby, asked, "Sister Nazha, what are you laughing at? What are you talking about with Jiang Yang?"

"We're talking about serious literature, it's very profound, don't bother me," Gulnazar said seriously.

She messaged Jiang Yang again: "I really hope you don't become famous so quickly."
"Didn't you used to want me to become famous quickly?"
[“The past is the past, the present is the present. Right now, I just want you to stay unknown. Once I become the top female employee in the company, I'll take care of you.”]
"How will you support me?"
"Are you forcing me to support you?"
They thought it was a sugar daddy/sugar baby arrangement.

The result was abalone farming.

I received a message from Jiang Yang: "Your industry is really messy."
……

Fog.

"Let's go, Qingzhu, go back to the classroom, class is about to start." At the gate of Tongliang Middle School, Tian Xiwei carried her schoolbag, holding the bag full of Jiang Yang's books to her chest, and walked out of the school gate.

When she turned around to wave to Ye Qingzhu, she didn't hold Jiang Yang's schoolbag properly. It was too heavy and started to fall, but Tian Xiwei immediately picked it up.

Ye Qingzhu, who was standing beside her, said, "Xiwei, let me see you off a little longer."

“My mom said last night that I shouldn’t wear headphones to bed, and I argued back. Then she said, ‘Xiwei, you’re really good with words now. For every one thing she says, I can say ten.’”

Tian Xiwei chatted about what happened at home last night, just like she would chat with Ye Qingzhu.

Ye Qingzhu asked, "Did you say the sentence I taught you?"

“I did tell her, I told my mom, ‘Mom, you’re even more eloquent. I’ve already said ten things back, and you still have one more to say.’”

"How was it? Did it work well? I usually tease my mom like this, and she has nothing to say." Ye Qingzhu said with a smile.

Tian Xiwei pouted slightly: "My mom really has nothing to say... I wouldn't have gotten beaten up otherwise."

Ye Qingzhu was stunned.

The two of them burst into laughter.

The surrounding area was filled with students who had finished breakfast and were heading back to school.

The school's public address system emitted a static-filled sound as a teacher adjusted the broadcast system: "Classmates, there are 15 minutes left before the first class."

Across the street, at a pancake stall, the owner was arguing with a regular student customer: "You brat, you're running up the tab again!"

The red brick floor was a little damp, and several crushed milk tea cups rolled into the drain, with unfinished tapioca pearls hanging from the straws.

Students in blue and white school uniforms rushed toward the school gate.

Ye Qingzhu looked at Tian Xiwei and left against the flow of people.

Throughout her three years of high school, Tian Xiwei's closest friend was her.

We weren't in the same class, but we practiced dancing together most of the time.

Ye Qingzhu observed the changes in Tian Xiwei over this period of time.

Sign a contract with Jiangyang Company.

Jiang Yang stayed by her side after she failed the entrance exam for the Beijing Dance Academy.

Then I went to Nanjing University of the Arts and Shanghai Theatre Academy to take the entrance exams for arts programs.

Successfully participated in the show "Go Fighting!" as an extra.

Now I'm going to act in "Fighter of the Destiny," sharing the stage with big stars like Lu Han and Gulnazar.

Jiang Yang, who used to be at the bottom of his class, made a remarkable improvement in his grades in his senior year of high school and became one of the top students.

At the same time, he ranked first in all four art college entrance exams and was also the acting instructor for the "Fighter of the Destiny" drama crew, teaching Gulnazar and Lu Han how to act.

According to Xiwei, Jiang Yang also became the art director of Zetianji.

My best friend, who was once on the same starting line as me, and the underachiever in the same class on the same floor, have all gone down paths I never imagined.

To say that I am not envious is a lie.

Which girl who hasn't yet stepped out of the school gates doesn't harbor dreams, and which doesn't believe she's the protagonist?

So sometimes I wonder, if I had been braver like Tian Xiwei back then, instead of applying to local art schools because the art exam was risky, I would have dared to apply directly to the Beijing Dance Academy like Tian Xiwei. Would my life have been completely different?
In just six months.

Tian Xiwei seemed to have completed the path she would walk for the next ten years.

Ye Qingzhu watched Tian Xiwei's retreating figure, her fingertips digging into her palm, and murmured softly:
"When exactly did the gears of fate begin to turn? Why didn't I feel it at all?"

She looked at the overlapping and then separating shadows of the two people on the ground.

I remember last winter in the dance studio, Xiwei cried from the pain while stretching her legs, but she still kept going.

At the time, it just felt like an ordinary practice day, but now I think it was that moment.

While everyone else went to eat, only Xiwei, biting her hair tie, repeatedly corrected her posture in front of the mirror. At that moment, a fork in the road of fate had already quietly formed.

"We drink lemonade from the same bubble tea shop, wear the same discounted sneakers, and even failed the same subjects in the monthly exam." Ye Qingzhu kicked away a small pebble at her feet, returned to the school gate, and walked towards her classroom: "How did you manage to go so far, to a place I can never catch up with?"

I tripped over the gate.

I didn't hold the workbook firmly in my hand.

Then she remembered that this was Tian Xiwei's workbook. During morning reading time, when there was no teacher in Tian Xiwei's classroom, she went to Tian Xiwei's classroom to help Tian Xiwei pack her books, and she had been carrying this workbook with her the whole time.

I forgot to give it to Xiwei.

The wind at the school gate swirled up fallen leaves, and a few stuck to the cover page of the exercise book that Tian Xiwei hadn't had time to take with her.

Ye Qingzhu squatted down and saw that the abandoned physics workbook contained a photo of the two of them with their heads close together taken last year.

In the photo, Xi smiles so wide her eyes are almost invisible; it's hard to imagine that just six months later she'll be elegantly reciting lines in front of the camera.

Ye Qingzhu's eyes suddenly reddened: "If I had known that my life would change so much after these ordinary days, should I have bravely followed you when you dragged me to apply to the Beijing Dance Academy?"

I noticed that Tian Xiwei posted a message on her WeChat Moments.

The tagline was just one line: [Hengdian, here I come.]
The photo was just taken by her for Tian Xiwei.

Under the azure sky, Tian Xiwei's blue and white school uniform was billowing in the wind.

Her long hair flowed in the wind.

The shadows on the ground resembled flying wings.

Ye Qingzhu gave it a thumbs up and wrote a comment: [Wow, Xiwei, you're amazing! Keep it up! You'll win the Best Actress award someday!]
Put away your phone.

Ye Qingzhu paused for a few seconds as she passed the dance studio.

Staring blankly at the barre where Tian Xiwei used to stretch her legs, the student on duty was slowly dragging a broom.

It traced a water stain that would never cross paths with her again.

I watched cartoons since I was a child and always felt like I was the protagonist of this world.

It has now been discovered.

Xiwei is the true protagonist. (End of Chapter)