Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Because Jiang Yang was on set, he would pat her head and say, "Hao Chun is amazing."

Yu Tianxi leaned closer and said, "Zou Gou Chun, have you ever played this game? It's called Monument Valley. It's really interesting. I'll teach you how to play."

Bai Lu would suddenly hug her waist from behind, rest her chin on her shoulder while reading the script, and whisper softly as she breathed on her earlobe, "Hao Cun, your waist is so soft. Let's sleep together sometime."

She would then reproachfully yet relaxed, saying, "Sister Lu, you're so good at talking, like you're out of your mind."

When Sister Meng overheard staff members gossiping that she got the job because of Jiang Yang's connections, she would sneer and say, "Hao Chun is originally an artist in Jiang Yang's company. Who else would he bring along if not Hao Chun? Besides, Hao Chun was second in the Beijing Dance Academy. She has no problem with action scenes. What are you so jealous about?"

Even Ruonan, who wasn't very familiar with her, would listen attentively to what she had to say.

But at home, her efforts are always ignored.

Her happiness was always dampened.

The sense of accomplishment she carefully shares will only be seen as evidence of her insecurity.

I often hear Chaoyue and Xiwei say they miss home.

She didn't want to at all.

Even some extras praised her, saying, "Teacher Haochun, you're sure to become famous someday."

The happiest moment was when I received praise from an extra for the first time.

Because I know that extras aren't part of the cast, there's no need to be polite with her.

I told my mother about it at the time.

Mom replied with six words: "[You actually believed the extras praising you?]"
At this moment.

Another message came from Mom: ["Don't think I'm being harsh, I'm doing this for your own good. Honest advice is hard to swallow but beneficial. You haven't even established yourself yet, and you're already acting like a teacher, instructing Bai Lu on acting. Do you think you can do that? Don't get too cocky. The acting profession is so competitive. Instead of focusing on improving yourself, you're meddling in other people's business. Do you think you can go far?"]
Liu Haochun replied with three words: "Understood."
A sudden wave of grievance welled up inside me.

My mother sent a message: ["Also, stop fooling around with your friends all the time. A girl needs to be mature and steady. Don't let others gossip about you. Your family is your last resort. Don't forget your roots just because you're out there."]
Liu Haochun slowly typed out three words, the same three words as before: [“Understood.”]
When I first mentioned it, I still held a sliver of hope that my mother would say something caring.

By the second time I said it, I had already given up hope.

It's not that I agree with what my mother said.

I'm just tired.

I was too tired to argue, and I didn't want to try to figure out what my mother was thinking anymore.

Sharing with great enthusiasm only resulted in rejection.

My careful explanation only earned me accusations.

In the end, all that could be done was remain silent.

Jiang Yang's praise, Tian Xiwei and Chao Yue's playful banter, Sister Meng's protection, and the extras' sincere approval.

The clearer these images are, the stronger the sense of injustice in my heart becomes.

I no longer talk to my mother much.

I'm starting to understand why I enjoy being with Xiwei, Chaoyue, and the others so much.

It's not that my family is bad; after all, my parents have never shortchanged me materially.

But at home, you always have to be on your guard.

I'm afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing, afraid that I'm not good enough.

I can be with my friends and laugh and talk freely.

They can share their small achievements, and they can also expose their little clumsiness.

I don't need to pretend to be sensible or try to please them. Even just listening to their bickering makes me feel at ease.

Now, dampened by her mother's words, she misses the feeling of being accepted even more.

The lively atmosphere when Xiwei rushed over, the straightforwardness of Chaoyue's complaints, and the reassuring feeling that I don't need to be perfect to be liked. Footsteps sounded outside again.

Then came a knock on the door, and Yang Chaoyue called from outside, "Haochun, get up! Time to get to work."

"My scenes this afternoon," Liu Haochun replied.

"Let's get started, Haochun," Yang Chaoyue called out.

"I have scenes to film this afternoon, you guys go ahead."

Why isn't Haochun responding?

"My scenes this afternoon!"

Liu Haochun shouted at the top of his lungs.

Yang Chaoyue muttered outside, "Damn, why isn't Hao Chun reacting? Is he fast asleep?"

Hearing Tian Xi say with concern, "Why don't we call the police? Quickly, tell Jiang Yang that Hao Chun did that thing, the word Jiang Yang always uses, yes, Hao Chun died."

Liu Haochun quickly got out of bed.

"Ga le" means "dead".

I heard it all from Jiang Yang.

Unlocking the door, Liu Haochun opened the door: "I've been responding to you all along. I had scenes to film this afternoon. Didn't you hear me? I didn't say anything."

“I heard it right away. You won’t open the door unless I do it this way, my darling.”

Yang Chaoyue was already a few centimeters taller than Liu Haochun.

This time, wearing heels, he was half a head taller than Liu Haochun.

He pulled Liu Haochun close, kissed her on the forehead, and gently patted her cheek: "Okay, go to sleep."

Why did you kiss me too?

"Because you are our precious baby, Chunbao."

Liu Haochun was stunned for a long time.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead.

Chaoyue must have applied lip balm, which mixed with his saliva, making it sticky and disgusting, but it warmed my heart to the core.

Watching Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei hurriedly walk towards the elevator.

Liu Haochun felt particularly relieved: "Wait for me, I'm going to the set too, I'll go with you guys."

"Wait my ass, your scenes are in the afternoon, not ours."

Tian Xiwei hurriedly pressed the close button on the elevator.

Watching the elevator doors close.

Chao Yue and Xi Wei didn't wait for him, but he felt very comfortable.

Back in bed, she touched the traces of lip balm on her forehead, a slight smile unconsciously appearing on her lips: "It's not actually that disgusting."

This time, there was no feeling of frustration or anxiety.

Only a sense of peace and security.

I closed my eyes and continued to sleep in.

This time, she quickly fell into a deep sleep, and even her dreams were peaceful. (End of Chapter)