Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

After Yang Chaoyue made a shushing gesture, Bai Lu stopped talking.

A faint smell of paint lingered in the air; it was from a newly painted set.

Yang Chaoyue silently watched these scenes unfold on set.

To put it bluntly, it wasn't much different from the textile factory she used to work in; the film crew was a small society with clear class distinctions.

Some people are praised, while others are trampled on.

She was in the middle, watching all of this with a clear mind.

I've had enough of being trampled on. I'll find an opportunity to climb up and work hard so that one day I can be the one being praised.

"Are the actors all in position? Everyone in place, let's start filming! Makeup artists, you guys are in the shot! You've made a mistake! Get out of here!"

"Ready to power on!"

Liu Haochun took a deep breath and glanced back at the main shooting area.

Zhong Shujia was staring at the monitor.

When it's time to start filming, it's the assistant director who calls out; the director almost never calls out "action."

Turning back, she looked at Jiang Yang in front of her.

Noticing Liu Haochun's gaze, Jiang Yang immediately realized that Liu Haochun was very nervous.

This is not Hao Chun's usual state.

It's understandable that the more you want to perform well in the final scene, the more nervous you become.

"Director, wait a minute." Jiang Yang raised his hand to the camera next to him and said, "Let me help Hao Chun get into character a bit more, otherwise it'll be a waste of time and delay everyone."

“Okay, Jiang Yang, it’s fine, do whatever you want, I’ll wait for you,” Zhong Shujia replied.

That's great that Jiang Yang is willing to train the actors.

Anyway, he didn't pay the fee.

Any actor who has been trained in acting by Jiang Yang will deliver a solid performance during actual filming.

Jiang Yang, dressed in the white robes of Qiushan Jun and holding a sword sheath, walked up to Liu Haochun, raised his hand to tidy up the stray hairs on Liu Haochun's forehead, and said in a low voice: "Haochun, don't think about whether your acting is right or wrong. Change your perspective. This time, just think about what should be in the eyes of the little black dragon when he looks at Qiushan Jun?"

What should be in one's eyes?
Liu Haochun suddenly looked up and met Jiang Yang's gaze.

That wasn't Jiang Yang's usual gentleness, but rather Qiu Shan Jun's frankness.

Like the sky after a snowfall, it's bright enough to put your mind at ease.

The little black dragon was trapped in the icy pool for a hundred years, and Qiushan-jun was the first person who did not regard it as a monster.

In this scene with Jiang Yang, what impressed her most was the line: "In my eyes, you have never been a monster, but a dragon that protects this world! I will protect you until the cold pool thaws."

Several cameras did not actually film.

Instead, it's taken while waiting in the window.

There's no need to worry about it being exposed, but the footage will still be transmitted to the monitor.

"Yes, yes, that's the look in his eyes. Jiang Yang has trained Hao Chun well!" Zhong Shujia could clearly feel that Liu Hao Chun's eyes had changed.

There were grievances, but also fervent hopes.

Seeing Liu Haochun subconsciously raise his hand and grasp the hem of Jiang Yang's robe, his fingertips trembling slightly.

This is not an action written in the script.

She got into character at that moment.

He understood that the little black dragon's ferocity was all an act; hidden beneath its scales was a softness born of fear of being abandoned again. "Good! Hao Chun, your emotions are fantastic right now, keep it up! Action! Live shot!!! Everyone!! Put away all the continuity errors, now we're filming!!!"

Beiping.

The hotel that Han Shu arranged for Gulnazar was a high-end business hotel near the CBD in Chaoyang District.

This hotel is a popular venue for brand events.

It is close to the core business district, but avoids the film and television bases where reporters flock.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows in the suite's living room, you can see the morning sun reflected off the glass walls of the China World Trade Center Phase 3.

On the coffee table were gifts that Han Shu had just sent.

There was a cushion foundation and a small jar of unopened repair mask.

The gift box is printed with an advertisement featuring Gulnazar.

That was footage that was filmed not long ago; she had short, neat hair and a bright smile.

After staying up all night yesterday, Gulnazar should be fast asleep in bed by now, and even if her assistant drops a cup on the floor while tidying up, it won't wake her up.

But right now, Gulnazar wasn't sleepy at all: "Chatting with Jiang Yang for so long has really energized me."

As the assistant was packing Gulnazar's luggage, she said, "Sister Gulnazar, what were you and Jiang Yang talking about just now? You seemed to be having such a good time, it felt like you were making Jiang Yang angry."

"It's all about taking medicine."

There was an open medicine box on the table containing mirtazapine.

Prescription medication prescribed by a doctor.

It can improve mood and also help with sleep.

In the days since my depression has improved, the insults from netizens are no longer as hurtful as before.

I've gradually gotten used to the insults from netizens, and I've also found a goal to move forward, making the path ahead increasingly clear.

But when I wake up in the middle of the night, I still subconsciously reach for the medicine box.

I don't know when I can stop taking the medication.

Hopefully it won't be too long.

Recalling her video chat with Jiang Yang, Gulnazar laughed: "The doctor told me to take the medicine at eight o'clock, but I'd probably be asleep by then. I just told Jiang Yang I wanted to take it at seven, to catch the virus off guard. Jiang Yang said I should put the medicine down my ass, to distract the virus. Look how angry I made Jiang Yang, hahaha..."

As she continued, Gulnazar herself started laughing.

My shoulders throbbed intermittently, like the honking of a goose.

The phone vibrates.

Jiang Yang sent me a message: ["You can't stop taking your medication. Your symptoms are improving now, which is a good sign. You must take it as prescribed by your doctor."]
[“I will. I was just joking with you. Focus on your filming.”] Gulnazar replied with a smile.

Jiang Yang sent a message: ["I'm not kidding you. Next time I really will shove a pill up your ass, to give the virus a diversionary tactic."]
Gulnazar laughed out loud: [“Come on, try it. How do you insert it? When you’re training me?”]
Jiang Yang replied: ["I'm on set, I can't talk about this with you."]
Jiang Yang changed the subject: ["Do you have any good scripts? Seriously, don't you want to recommend one to Zhou Ye?"]
"There's no one suitable for Zhou Ye." Gulnazar's smile faded.

Jiangyang has started again.

Do you really think she's love-struck?

I used the same words to get by with Jiang Yang, knowing he would keep asking questions.

Although Zhou Ye hasn't signed a contract with Jiang Yang yet, it's only a matter of time. After all, she had talked to Zhou Ye about it, and Zhou Ye was determined to sign with Jiang Yang's company. Even though Jiang Yang offered to introduce Zhou Ye to Tangren Media, Zhou Ye refused.

Jiang Yang sent a message: [“What about me? Of the scripts you’ve looked at, are there any roles suitable for me?”] (End of Chapter)