Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Gulnazar finally stacked the three notebooks neatly.

On top of it was the box of mirtazapine.

She reassured herself: "Once Jiang Yang has a work that can be recognized by the entire internet, and once I can truly withstand all the rumors, I will definitely hand him the best script I have here."

The retreat at this moment is simply to allow both sides to move forward more steadily.

Open WeChat and you'll see Zhou Ye's Moments.

Seeing Zhou Ye's post during the Chinese New Year, the last line read: "My name is Zhou Ye, the 'Ye' in 'wild horse'."

It happened to be the weekend.

That wild horse is probably riding an electric scooter right now, wearing a food delivery uniform, wandering the streets and alleys of Chongqing.

Gulnazar texted Zhou Ye: "What do you want for your birthday? I'll buy it for you."
Zhou Ye replied: [“No need, no need, I don’t need gifts.”]
"Yes, of course! What girl doesn't want to receive a gift?"
I recall the first time I met Zhou Ye.

In that temple, the air was filled with the scent of incense, and everyone closed their eyes to pray for their studies and careers.

Only Zhou Ye knelt on the prayer mat, his voice devout: "Bodhisattva, may you have a lifetime of happiness."

That scene always touches my heart whenever I think about it.

She hadn't seen such purity in a long time.

Having worked in the entertainment industry for so many years, I've seen countless well-intentioned but insincere blessings, as well as ulterior motives behind attempts at intimacy.

Even the feelings between her and Jiang Yang were not purely genuine.

Zhou Ye's kindness was like a ray of light, illuminating the softness hidden beneath her armor—the same innocent self she had been before entering society, back in school.

If it were me back then, I probably would have disregarded everything and helped Jiang Yang choose roles and handed him scripts.

Actually, realizing my preference for Zhou Ye came a bit suddenly.

But I just can't control it.

Looking at Zhou Ye is like seeing my former self.

They both possess the same indomitable spirit, and both want to gain a foothold in an unfamiliar world on their own.

Zhou Ye was even braver than her; he was a real wild horse, daring to wear a food delivery uniform and brave the rain in Chongqing, and daring to experience life and make up for his shortcomings in order to play a role well in the future.

She transferred 1800 yuan to Zhou Ye, with a note saying "Happy Birthday".

After thinking about it, I changed it to 888 yuan.

It's not that I can't bear to part with it.

This amount of money is nothing to her now.

Jiang Yang's acting courses cost five thousand yuan per session, and he doesn't even blink when paying for them.

The main concern was that it might put pressure on Zhou Ye.

A high school senior girl would repeatedly say no to receiving even a birthday gift, but if she saw a four-figure red envelope, she might spend the whole night thinking about how to return it.

A notification popped up indicating the transfer was successful, and she added, "Don't be stingy, buy something you like, don't overwork yourself."
Another message: ["I don't know what to give you. I might become a singer someday, so when I hold a concert, I'll give you a VIP guest ticket."]
"Okay, Nazha!"
Let's chat for a bit with Zhou Ye.

I received a voice message from Zhou Ye: ["I'm not chatting anymore, Sister Nazha. I've taken three orders, and one of them is almost overdue."]
In the background, you can hear the voice prompt from the Meituan Crowdsourcing app: "You have a new order."

Fog.

It was the weekend, and the rain was falling steadily.

Zhou Ye's electric scooter was parked in front of Zhang Liang's Mala Tang restaurant.

It wasn't raining when I left home, but now the back of my delivery uniform is soaked and feels chilly against my skin.

I picked up my food.

A notification sounded on my phone: "You have a new order, with 10 minutes remaining before the timeout."

Take a look at the chat history with Gulnazar. That money was a token of their appreciation, so it's not appropriate to return it.

It's obvious that Nazha treats herself better than Chaoyue.

"That's strange, why is Sister Nazha so nice to me?"

Even though we've only met twice, I remembered her birthday.

To be honest, she didn't even know when Gulnazar's birthday was, nor did she pay any special attention to which dramas or roles Gulnazar had acted in before.

Naza sent her a red envelope and said she would give her concert tickets.

Every time I think about these things, I feel both warm and anxious.

What warms my heart is that someone cares about me so much.

What worries me is that this kindness is too much to refuse, and I might not be able to repay it in the short term.

At first, her parents did not support her delivering food because they were worried about her safety.

Useless.

She insisted on doing it.

She told her parents her thoughts: "You've protected me too much. I've never experienced hardship and don't know how others live. Even if I become famous as an actress, I might only be able to act in idol dramas. What would I do if I were to play some profound roles? I can't experience those things, so I can only observe with my own eyes."

"I don't even know how much vegetables cost per pound at the market. If I really become an actress in the future, I can't keep playing delicate young ladies. If you really ask me to play a food delivery person or a street vendor, I won't even know their difficulties. How can I act convincingly?"

In the end, my parents gave in.

At that moment, I overheard my mother muttering a curse at Jiang Yang: "That Jiang Yang, what did he do to my daughter during those few days in Beiping? Such a nice girl, why did she have to suffer like this? I don't know if following Jiang Yang and signing with his company was a good decision."

I can understand my parents' thoughts.

She knew that her mother didn't really blame Jiang Yang; she just couldn't bear to see her suffer.

I know my parents too well.

They indulged her in everything.

I won't stop her from pursuing her dreams, I'm just afraid she'll suffer injustices along the way.

Compromise in family relationships is not about winning or losing.

Her parents understood her persistence, and she felt for their worries about her.

But she's determined to pursue acting, and she'll do it in her own way.

After Gulnazar finished chatting with Zhou Ye, she heard her assistant Xiao Jing say, "Sister Gulnazar, today is also Liu Haochun's birthday."

"Haochun?"

"Yes, that's the actor who played the little black dragon."

"Oh? She also has a birthday on May 520th, the same day as Zhou Ye."

Gulnazar paused for a moment.

Just now, when I was video chatting with Jiang Yang, I also chatted with Liu Haochun for a bit and asked Liu Haochun to send Zhou Ye birthday wishes.

Liu Haochun stood next to Jiang Yang, dressed in the costume of the little black dragon.

She smiled and asked Hao Chun to send Zhou Ye a birthday greeting. Liu Hao Chun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said okay, without any hint of anything unusual in her tone.

Is today Haochun's birthday too?
Looking back now, Hao Chun must have had expectations back then.

Come back to your senses.

Gulnazar raised her hand and slapped her forehead, looking both annoyed and amused: "What have I done?" (End of Chapter)