Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Is it really impossible to understand "super leap"?

Zhou Ye smiled upon seeing Yang Chaoyue's comment.

Chaoyue should be able to understand; he's probably just trying to avoid embarrassment by using such nonsensical language to join in the comments.

In the box.

The light is dim.

Yang Chaoyue looked at it again, at the post Zhou Ye had made on QQ Space: "What does this mean? I really don't understand."

"My two illusory bodies, Danqing and I..." Yang Chaoyue specifically searched for it.

Understood.

It is an ancient poem written by Wang Anshi. At that time, Wang Anshi had experienced the ups and downs of reform, lost his power, and his life became mundane.

He gazed at his reflection in the painting and wrote this poem.

A portrait is a false image drawn with ink and brush.

The real self is a physical being of flesh and blood.

But in the long river of time, the two are essentially no different; both are illusions that will eventually disappear.

Yang Chaoyue understood: "So that's what it means. I get it. Yezi was indeed showing off."

Neither a real body nor a fake body can compare to a golden body! A golden body is valuable!

I'm too lazy to continue reading the meaning of this poem.

Yang Chaoyue looked up at Liu Haochun.

Only the light from the screen and the flickering candlelight on the cake illuminated the outline of the private room.

The warm light of the candle flickered on Liu Haochun's face.

Her youthful face, adorned with a birthday crown, shimmered with a soft glow.

The sofas around him were shrouded in shadow.

Amidst a chorus of cheers, the music stopped.

Everyone was very quiet.

Liu Haochun clasped his hands together, glanced at everyone, and smiled.

Take out your phone.

I discovered that I had received more than just the red envelopes from Gulnazar.

There's also Zhong Shujia's.

And Wang Jianqiang, Chen Jing'an, and A Zhe, who just added her on WeChat.

The three musicians, as if they had planned it together, all received 888 yuan.

Not as many as Gulnazar.

But it’s not much.

I understand, this was given out of respect for Jiang Yang, but I was still pleasantly surprised.

Is this the kind of network I can use in the future?

Don't rush to accept it.

I glanced at my parents' chat box, but there were still no messages.

Same as last year.

Liu Haochun began to make a wish, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly saw himself on his birthday last year.

At that time, I was at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy.

She went to class and dance lessons as usual, and took a break to send her mother a message to tell her that it was her birthday today and she was turning fifteen.

Mom replied with a voice message.

The records are long gone.

But those words, when recalled, are still very clear: "You're fifteen, you're an adult now, what are you being so dramatic about? When I was your age, I was already independent. Men are all the same. Your dad owed another sum of money today. If you really want to celebrate, go ask your dad for the money."

There was no birthday cake that night.

News reports are filled with stories of couples celebrating 520 (May 20th, a day associated with love and romance).

Liu Haochun lay on his dormitory bed, burying his face in the pillow before falling asleep.

At the time, I just thought the words "Happy Birthday" were particularly ridiculous.

Very hypocritical.

Just like the smiles in my parents' wedding photo.

She silently made a wish: "I wish I would die in an accident this year."

And then, the unexpected really happened.

I met Jiang Yang.

She successfully signed with Jiang Yang's company and became an actress.

A new song is coming out.

A third of the money my parents owed could be saved at once.
There's also a group of sisters who make me happy every day. Although sometimes I kiss them in a disgusting way, it feels very warm.

There is competition, but also love, between them.

Open your eyes.

There were still tiny specks of light clinging to Liu Haochun's eyelashes.

I can clearly hear the voices of the people around me.

Bai Lu loudly urged her to make a wish quickly.

Chao Yue and Tian Xiwei echoed with smiles.

Zhong Shujia and his friends also joined in the commotion with their loud, boisterous voices.

The sounds blended together, like a warm ball of cotton, enveloping her completely.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jiang Yang standing beside her, a gentle smile on his face.

Her heart suddenly started beating faster.

I just received a 520 yuan red envelope from Jiang Yang, and the words "Chunbao" were in the note. I read it several times.

The corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.

She doesn't actually like being called Chunbao; it always feels a bit strange.

But it still tastes sweet.

Jiang Yang deliberately saved his song for last, afraid of overshadowing her.

When sending her a red envelope, I specifically wrote "Grow up slowly," as if I was afraid she would suffer any injustice.

With tears welling in her eyes, she murmured, "May I have a peaceful and safe year."

I didn't blow the candles out completely the first time.

Because I was distracted.

Liu Haochun made another wish in her heart.

I hope everyone around me is doing well.

She doesn't have any grand ambitions; she just wants to stay this way.

I was able to act in a film with Sister Chaoyue and the others.

They could follow behind Jiang Yang and be led by him.

I want to earn money as soon as possible to pay off my parents' debts.

Being surrounded by so many people on my birthday, I don't have to be afraid of being alone or not being liked.

Sparks from the sparkler landed on the back of her hand, making it a little itchy, but Liu Haochun smiled even more sweetly.

When the cake was being cut, Bai Lu grabbed a large piece.

Chen Jing'an chatted casually with Liu Haochun for a few minutes, then retreated to the sofa near the door and said to Wang Jianqiang, who had just returned from pushing open the door to the private room:
"The next song is one that Jiang Yang sings himself. Lao Wang, A Zhe, give me a chance, don't compete with me. Lao Wang, if your company needs any theme songs in the future, I can write two for you!"

"Old Chen, are you kidding me? We're all friends. When it's time to compete, we should compete. But we can also cooperate, hahaha..." Wang Jianqiang laughed it off.

Chen Jing'an turned his gaze to A Zhe. He hadn't spoken yet.

Then I heard Ah Zhe say, "Teacher Chen, the traffic of my game company is really no less than that of your TV series. You know, 'Fighter of the Destiny' is a period drama, and the two games I participated in producing are also period martial arts games. It's a perfect match, what a coincidence. So it's really not me competing with you."

It all comes down to this.

Chen Jing'an understood that it was impossible to make his competitors back down with just a few words.

He didn't give up.

But to no avail.

Yang Chaoyue's mouth still tasted of sweet cream.

As she walked toward Chen Jing'an with her juice glass in hand, she had already caught a glimpse of the three musicians' argument out of the corner of her eye.

She knew that Jiang Yang had written this song for Liu Haochun, and although she couldn't get involved, she didn't sit idly by.

I've been keeping an eye on the actions of these three musicians.

I came as a friend.

There are veteran musicians and rising stars among them.

However, because of their struggle over Jiang Yang's song, they were all smiling but actually harboring malice, and they almost came to blows.

There was no alcohol on the table, so it wasn't a drinking party to begin with.

Yang Chaoyue caught a glimpse of the outline of a cigarette pack in Chen Jing'an's pocket and knew that the guy hadn't smoked.

It must have been Jiang Yang, or Lao Zhong, who warned him against smoking.

She doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Yang Chaoyue held up a half-filled glass of juice and said in a softer tone, "Teacher Chen, I'd like to toast you."

I don't know why, but whenever I call someone by that name, I inexplicably feel that the person in front of me is dangerous.

Because there is indeed a very famous teacher named Chen in Hong Kong.

"Oh, okay, it's White Dew, right?"

"Bai Lu?"

Yang Chaoyue turned around and pointed to Bai Lu, who was eating cake and chatting casually with Liu Haochun at the table, and said, "That's Bai Lu."

Then he pointed to the piano in the corner, and Tian Xiwei, who was sitting next to Jiang Yang and pestering Jiang Yang to teach her how to play the piano, said: "That's Xiwei."

Finally, Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "I am Chaoyue, can you tell the difference?"

"Yes, yes."

"Let me tell you, Hao Chun is very talented at singing. He may not be as good as a professional singer, but as long as Brother Yang teaches him more, Hao Chun's singing level will definitely improve."

"Haha, you're right, your brother Yang is really a genius."

Yang Chaoyue knew he wouldn't get the job in this project.

But you still need to maintain your connections.

At least, leave an impression on the three musicians.

She was referring to both Liu Haochun and herself.

They are all leaving themselves a way out, even if they may never need it.

Just like back in the factory, even though her fingers were stiff from exhaustion, she would still smile and hand water to the team leader. It wasn't to curry favor; it was because she understood him from the bottom of her heart.

For those without connections, every step they take requires paving the way first.

In the future, when her singing level reaches that of a professional singer, and she has a good song, even without Yang Ge's protection, she probably won't be at risk of being easily replaced.

"Brother Yang! I have a question for you."

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Yang sat down at the piano and memorized the sheet music for the song he was about to sing.

Tian Xiwei had just left his side.

Looking up, he saw Yang Chaoyue walking quickly towards him. He immediately stood up and said, "Don't do that! I'm telling you, I still have to sing later. Use Hao Chun!"

"What?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Yang glanced at the cake plate that Yang Chaoyue was holding.

Upon discovering that Yang Chaoyue had eaten most of the cream on top, she felt much more at ease: "You only eat the cream?"

"Birthday cake, but I don't eat the cream. What's the point of keeping the cream? It's sweet and delicious."

"Eat less, you'll gain weight easily. How much have you eaten?"

"Not many, just the fourth piece," Yang Chaoyue said vaguely.

"Damn it, stop eating! You're going to gain weight if you keep eating!"

Jiang Yang was too lazy to argue with Yang Chaoyue.

He reached out and snatched the plate from Yang Chaoyue's hand, then casually wiped the cream off the corner of Yang Chaoyue's mouth.

I was just about to take out some tissues to wipe it clean.

Yang Chaoyue grabbed his fingers and licked them clean.

Then she leaned against Jiang Yang, nuzzled him, and whispered, "Brother Yang, will you be able to work with those three musicians on projects?"

"Yes, it will happen. It's hard to say which one. We'll have to talk about it again. Old Zhong put together this whole thing, so we have to give him face. Besides, the money they offered was indeed reasonable."

Jiang Yang saw through Yang Chaoyue's thoughts.

They look silly.

Actually, she's quite clever.

He must be up to something: "Chaoyue, just say what you want to say, why are you being so polite with me?"

"Then don't be angry with me."

"Go ahead and say it, or I'll spank you if I get angry."

"Brother Yang, what I mean is..."

Yang Chaoyue looked up and saw Liu Haochun sitting in the main seat, cutting cake for Bai Lu and chatting with her casually.

Her gaze sharpened, her smile faded, and she finally spoke: "What I mean is, if the other party is still not satisfied with Haochun after your project is finalized, could you replace him with me?"

Done.

Yang Chaoyue's heart tightened.

The words of praise for Hao Chun were still ringing in my ears, and now they were trying to steal her opportunity.

Even she herself felt it was hypocritical.

So what? Jiang Yang taught her all of this last year!
Jiang Yang raised his hand and slapped Yang Chaoyue on the buttocks.

Yang Chaoyue saw Jiang Yang raise his hand.

She didn't hide.

Instead, he lowered his head.

She knew Jiang Yang might be angry, but she was betting he would understand.

"Didn't Liu Haochun give you the song 'Calories'? You still want to steal it from her?"

"I'm greedy."

Jiang Yang then realized that Yang Chaoyue wasn't joking with her; he was serious.

The Yang Chaoyue before me was no longer the carefree, laughing man I knew.

It's true, it's about exposing the side of yourself that you wouldn't want others to see.

Hearing Yang Chaoyue say softly, "Brother Yang, you know I'm someone who climbed up from the bottom. Kindness is a quality I've long since lost. When an opportunity comes, you have to seize it. That's what you taught me. Don't even mention Hao Chun, even if it's my former self, I still won't hold back."

Suffering cannot be overcome by kindness alone.

Even Jiang Yang taught her to be ruthless.

This was the only source of confidence she had after climbing up from the bottom. (End of Chapter)