Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The result was blank.

There is no such entry.

Zhou Ye was taken aback.

I felt a little disappointed, but I could understand.

Yang Chaoyue has the support of the production teams of "Fighter of the Destiny" and "God of War Zhao Yun" behind him. As a college entrance examination candidate, an actor, and the creator of two big IP dramas that have finished filming, these identities are indeed easy to find interesting.

It's much more appealing than her identity as a food delivery rider and a test taker.

Zhou Ye wasn't in a hurry, because she knew very well that Jiang Yang had already given her a chance.

The interview segment with Zhou Ye had already finished playing on the living room TV.

My parents are discussing Zhou Ye signing a contract with Jiangyang Company.

They were worried that Jiang Yang's company was too small to provide Zhou Ye with the necessary resources.

Especially after Zhou Ye returned from her trip to Beiping, she used her own methods to study how to improve her acting skills and started delivering takeout, which made them often worry that their daughter might have an accident on the way.

But when Zhou Ye placed the two contracts on the coffee table, his parents were somewhat stunned.

One of them is a contract signed with Jiangyang Company.

I've seen this before.

I've inquired about the contracts offered by the artist management companies, and they're already very reasonable.

The other one is a contract for a film or television series called "Rebirth".

"Ye Ye, Jiang Yang got you a role so quickly. Doesn't he not have many resources?"

"This is a self-produced drama by Jiangyang Company."

"Self-produced drama?"

The mother paused, as if she understood something.

The father, being a musician himself, understood what this meant: "Jiang Yang is going to be a director?"

"Pretty much. He might not direct the whole thing. We'll hire a new director, and he'll just follow up. He'll be the producer."

Is Jiang Yang that busy right now?

"busy……"

Zhou Ye knew very well that Jiang Yang wasn't that busy right now.

However, once the college entrance examination scores are released, Jiang Yang will likely be overwhelmed with work.

He ranked first in the entrance exams for three major performing arts colleges.

Beijing Dance Academy is also number one.

Just these titles alone are enough to make these schools fight over him; his academic scores are no longer important.

But Jiang Yang is definitely planning something big.

I've heard Chaoyue mention it.

Yang Ge doesn't have a team right now. There's no photography team, no directing team, no art team, nothing. If you want to make a TV series, money alone isn't enough; you also need to choose the right team.

They want to use the college entrance examination to recruit all the students at once.

Recruit the most promising talents with the least amount of money.

"Ye Ye, are you saying that Jiang Yang got first place in all his art exam scores, and in the last mock exam at his school in Tongliang, Chongqing, he was in the top ten of his grade?" The father, worried about Zhou Ye signing with Jiang Yang's company, had specifically discussed Jiang Yang's situation. He understood and asked seriously.

“Yes, Dad, let me tell you, Jiangyang is exceptionally good at academics, even better than me…”

Dad hadn't said much until he put down his teacup and said seriously, "Sign it."

He understands that talented and down-to-earth people won't go astray.

Jiang Yang's ability to excel in academic subjects and also to recruit a team to produce original dramas demonstrates that this young man is intelligent, ambitious, and has a good sense of proportion.

Rather than signing with a big company and waiting your time to make it big.

It would be better to sign with a small company with great potential and grow together.

“This young man will definitely go very far in the future. Ye Ye, after you sign the contract, learn from Jiang Yang properly.”

Seeing his parents breathe a sigh of relief, Zhou Ye felt a warm glow in his heart.

A few days ago, she was delivering food late, and her parents would wait for her to come home at night with the lights on.

Now that she's signing with a company, her parents are worried, but they haven't stopped her.

They were never parents who cared about saving face; they only hoped that she would be safe, happy, and able to do what she wanted.

After we finished talking.

She took out her phone and sent a message to the group chat: ["I'm on TV! Mission accomplished."]
She texted again: ["Haochun, Xiwei, Jiangyang, what's the situation on your end? Have you been on TV yet?"]
Liu Haochun replied: [“I failed. I’m too slow. When I got to the school gate, the reporters were already interviewing other people. I was too embarrassed to join them.”]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: ["Hahaha, Hao Chun has short legs."]
Liu Haochun replied to Yang Chaoyue: [“What are you laughing at? Yang Chaoyue has small breasts.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“My breasts are small? They’re definitely bigger than yours.”]
Liu Haochun replied to Yang Chaoyue: [“You’re done developing, I still have two years left, just wait.”]
Zhao Jinmai chimed in: [“Just you wait, I still have four years to develop, I’ll definitely have the biggest breasts and the tallest in the group.”]
Zhang Ruonan chimed in: [“Chaoyue, are you bullying Haochun?”]
Yang Chaoyue replied to Zhang Ruonan: [“I knew it. When the lackey Chunyi appears, the lackey Zhang will definitely follow. You two are openly forming a clique... Where are Yang Ge and Xiwei? What are they doing?”]
Everyone in the group started to chime in.

Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei were the only ones missing.

……

Foggy City, Tongliang.

As soon as Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei handed in their papers, they rushed off, naturally attracting the attention of the reporters who were staking out outside: "Hey, are you two together?"

"Yes, we're going hiking."

Facing the camera, Tian Xiwei showed no fear whatsoever, and asked in a pretentious manner, "Who are you?"

“We are local reporters from Tongliang. We’re conducting this interview now, and the broadcast will start around 6 PM. You’re the first ones to rush to the exam venue. Would it be convenient for us to chat for a bit?” the reporter said with a smile.

"It's very convenient for me."

Tian Xiwei had a smile on her face.

She was filled with the excitement of having just finished the college entrance exam, and the joy of going hiking with Jiang Yang in a little while.

We climbed the hill behind the Tongliang Library, of course.

I carved words on the tree around the time of the Lunar New Year.

What Jiang Yang didn't know was that she went there alone for a while and buried a gift underneath.

The college entrance exam is over.

I've graduated.

The school can't control her dating anymore.

Some things can now be said openly and honestly.

Most importantly, at this moment, it was just her and Jiang Yang; there was no Chao Yue, no Hao Chun, and no chattering Bai Lu.

Tian Xi nudged Jiang Yang with her elbow and said in Chongqing dialect, "I'm asking you, is it convenient?"

"Hey, there's a photographer taking pictures, give me some face." Jiang Yang pursed his lips.

Tian Xi tilted her head slightly as she looked at the reporter: "Look, he got cocky right after the college entrance exam. The scores haven't even come out yet, and he's already yelling at me."

The reporter watched and laughed the whole time.

You can tell that the two people in front of you have a very good relationship.

Moreover, he wasn't nervous at all in front of the camera; he was very natural.

This kind of interview atmosphere makes it easy to generate material.

The reporter asked, "Are you very good friends?"

“Yes, I’ve always been like that since I was little,” Tian Xiwei replied immediately.

"From childhood?"

Jiang Yang was taken aback.

"Don't you remember? When we were little, you played at your house and I played at mine. We didn't know each other at all."

As Tian Xiwei spoke, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Take a break.

Tian Xi said seriously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just finished the exam and I'm a little excited."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Um, my name is Tian Xiwei, and his name is Jiang Yang. We..."

Tian Xiwei was about to say, "We are actors."

Suddenly, I remembered Jiang Yang's earlier instructions.

If you are interviewed by reporters, never reveal your identity as an actor, and even less so your relationship with the company boss and employee.

This is indeed an opportunity for exposure, but it needs to be done in moderation. Otherwise, it's easy for the hype to be too obvious, which may backfire and cause netizens to feel disgusted after the broadcast.

Tian Xiwei changed her tune, saying, "We are indeed good friends. He has seen me dance, and I have seen him cry."

When have you ever seen me cry?

"It was last month, the crying scene in Tiandu City, on set," Tian Xi said with a slightly serious expression.

"That counts too, it was the character crying, not me."

Even if, even if, even if.

The reporter was somewhat stunned, not understanding what the two candidates were talking about.

It must have been something the two of them did in private.

After getting the pace of the interview under control, the reporter asked, "Xiwei, when this segment airs, what would you like to say to the viewers?"

"I want to tell my parents..."

Tian Xi paused slightly, her fingertips first tightening around the cuffs of her school uniform. She took a deep breath, her eyes fixed on the camera as if she were staring at the spot where her parents usually sat in the living room. Her voice softened as she said, "Mom and Dad, when I look at the camera now, it's as if I can see you sitting on the sofa at home, Mom knitting a sweater for me, and Dad wiping my dance shoes. Actually, there are some things I've never said. I remember every time you pay my dance class tuition."

I was afraid that if I spoke too seriously, my parents would feel sad when they read it.

She smiled, not wanting her parents to feel sorry for her.

"Last winter, I noticed that my dad's leather shoes had a crack. He said they were still wearable, but the next day he bought me a new pair of dance shoes, saying that the soles were soft and wouldn't hurt my feet when I danced. Every time my mom goes to the market, she haggles with the vegetable vendors for ages, but as soon as I say that my dance clothes are too small, she immediately takes me to buy some. She also says that I shouldn't suffer from my arms and legs, and that dancing well is the most important thing."

“You always tell me that it doesn’t matter if dancing doesn’t work in the future, as long as I’m happy. But I know that the money you save is so that I can dance a little longer and get closer to what I love. I used to be afraid that I wouldn’t dance well and that I would let you down. But now I’m not afraid anymore. I may not have big ambitions. I don’t want to be a big star or make a lot of money. I just want you to be able to stop wearing old leather shoes and haggle over prices. I want you to be able to sit in the audience and watch me dance. I want you to be able to eat my dad’s favorite braised pork and my mom’s favorite pork rib soup every day.”

She leaned forward, her voice softer but more determined: "Mom and Dad, thank you for raising me. You always worried about me before, now it's my turn. I may be slow, but I will take each step steadily so that you can live a good life and never have to worry about me again. Thank you so much."

After saying that, Tian Xiwei smiled again.

This time, her eyes were filled with tears, yet they shone brightly.

Like when I was a child and after my first dance, I ran into my parents' arms.

There are no fancy words, just little things kept in my heart.

When it was Jiang Yang's turn, he was asked by reporters how the exam went. Jiang Yang laughed and said, "I didn't do well. I'll probably still be here next year. Let's exchange contact information and come find me again next year..."

That’s what I just said.

Tian Xiwei grabbed Jiang Yang and ran off, saying, "Let's go, let's go, bye-bye, we're going hiking!"

The wind brushed against my face, carrying the heat of summer.

Jiang Yang ran a few steps, then turned back to the camera and shouted, "Buff Yasuo! You absolutely must buff Yasuo!!!"

Tian Xiwei ran two streets towards the back of Tongliang Library.

Her frantic running contained her secrets, secrets she couldn't tell Jiang Yang.

Every step is to the beat of my favorite drum.

My heart is filled with the carefree sweetness of the post-exam period.

She wasn't really in a hurry to go to the back mountain; she was afraid that reporters would come and interrupt her time alone with Jiang Yang.

Just now, when Jiang Yang was about to give the female reporter his contact information, she grabbed him and ran away, clearly not wanting Jiang Yang to talk to anyone else.

Especially at this time.

Jiang Yang is hers now.

I kept my feelings hidden for half a year before the college entrance exam, afraid of what the teachers would say and what my classmates would laugh at. Now I can finally run with him openly, and even the wind feels sweet.

Tian Xiwei slowed her pace and looked back.

The area wasn't as crowded as the school gate.

The roadside ice jelly stall has a red sign with white lettering. The glass cabinet is filled with colorful toppings, and the brown sugar water sloshes in the jar, emitting a sweet aroma. The stall owner is serving ice jelly to two students in school uniforms, and the spoons clink against the bowls.

Several boys sped past on their bicycles.

The bicycle basket contained basketballs and bottled water, and the school uniform jacket was draped over the handlebars. They were talking loudly about going to play basketball later.

His voice was full of elation at being liberated after the college entrance examination.

Hearing Jiang Yang say, "Xiwei, do we really have to run to the back of the library? Can't we just take a taxi?"

"No."

"Why?" "I don't know, but I just want to run with you right now."

Tian Xiwei added, "It can also save you on transportation costs, isn't that great?"

The reporter didn't follow.

Right now, they should still be at the school gate, interviewing other test takers.

She then reached out and grasped Jiang Yang's hand tightly, her palm sweaty but not letting go.

Despite being exhausted from running, she couldn't stop smiling.

She rubbed Jiang Yang's hand against her face, the soft touch making Jiang Yang momentarily stunned.

Keep running.

"Xiwei, stop running, let's take a taxi."

"Jiang Yang, are you no good? Your stamina isn't even as good as mine!"

"I can't do it?!"

Jiang Yang held Tian Xiwei's knees with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her waist, lifting her up.

Tian Xi gasped in surprise.

She hugged Jiang Yang's neck tightly.

Afraid of being stared at by passersby, she buried her face in his chest.

The scent of laundry detergent on his school uniform made me feel at ease.

While running around, she deliberately held his hand, wanting others to see that she and Jiang Yang were very close.

But he couldn't switch back to being a student anytime soon.

If I were to be hugged, I'd be afraid it would be too conspicuous.

I'm both afraid and want it.

Her heart was filled with the little anxieties of a young girl.

She complained that many people were watching, but inside she was secretly overjoyed.

Jiang Yang didn't know why this girl insisted on going to the back hill of the library with him right now.

never mind.

It's normal to be a bit crazy right after finishing the college entrance exam.

Let's go crazy together.

"Can I do it?"

"Okay, put me down, lots of people are watching."

Tian Xi buried her face in Jiang Yang's arms, her heart pounding as she ran alongside him.

We put Tian Xiwei down only after we reached the back hill of the library.

"Are you tired, Jiang Yang?"

"I can do it!"

Tian Xiwei laughed as she listened, then suddenly realized Jiang Yang's weakness: "I asked if you were tired, not if you were capable. You're like you have a switch installed on you."

The noise at the school gate in the distance became blurred.

As we walked along, the reporters' questions and the students' cheers gradually faded into the distance.

Now, on the back mountain, the wind had softened, and there was no more bustle from the street, only quiet for the two of them.

No matter how much physical strength Jiang Yang pulled, he couldn't withstand this kind of abuse.

After a while, I calmed down.

Walk up the path.

Wild grass and wildflowers grow along the roadside, and occasionally you can see a few small ants carrying things.

Standing on the slope behind the mountain, looking down, you can see that the entrance to Tongliang Middle School is still crowded with people.

The reporter held up a camera, the lens pointed at the candidates who came out.

Parents gathered around, some handing water to the test takers.

There were also people taking photos together.

It looks very noisy.

It's a completely different world from the quiet of the back mountain.

Looking up, I see the blue of summer.

A few white clouds drifted by, and sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground. These patterns fell warmly on Tian Xiwei and Jiang Yang.

The chirping of insects in the grass is a unique sound found on the hill behind the library in summer.

Tian Xiwei led Jiang Yang to the tree where the inscription was carved during the Spring Festival.

It's an old tree.

The trunk is so thick that it takes two people to hug it, and the bark is rough.

Tian Xiwei took the small shovel she bought on the way and kept digging in the soil. Occasionally, she hit a stone and made a "thud" sound. Tian Xiwei could hear her own heartbeat, which was louder than the sound of digging.

"Xiwei, what are you digging for?"

"I'll dig a hole, bury you, and then pee on you. Let's see if you can blossom and bear fruit."

Chat for a while.

Jiang Yang looked up at the words Tian Xiwei had carved back then.

It was Tian Xiwei who carved it while sitting on his shoulder, and he absolutely refused to let her see it.

A semester has passed.

The writing is somewhat worn.

But you can still recognize it: [There are trees on the mountain, but no branches on the trees].

There were also a few new small scratches next to it, like words left by other students saying "I was here".

The soil where Tian Xiwei buried the box was loose, unlike the hard soil around it, with a corner of the colorful wrapping paper showing.

"Jiang Yang, help me dig, I can't dig anymore."

"What treasure are you hiding?"

"It's not really a treasure, just a card with some words written on it that I want to tell you."

Tian Xiwei's voice grew softer and softer.

My hands were trembling a little as I held the small shovel to dig in the soil.

She thought about burying this card for a long time.

She wrote a bunch of parallel sentences on it, which was very romantic, but she was also afraid that Jiang Yang wouldn't understand them. At the same time, she was also afraid that if Jiang Yang did understand them, he would laugh at her for being pretentious.

Towards the end, he became a little impatient and urged, "Stop digging! Ugh, this is so boring, hurry up!"

Jiang Yang took the small shovel and dug a few times.

They found a small box buried there, with only one corner sticking out.

When I dug it out, I gently wiped the mud off the box with my fingertips, and I even opened it very quietly.

It was like unwrapping a fragile gift, afraid of disturbing the subtle secrets hidden inside the box.

turn on.

Sure enough, there was a small card inside.

There were a few lines of writing on it, the handwriting was very small and dense. Jiang Yang took it out and glanced at it: "Xiwei, what does it say?"

"Hey, look, you have to read it out loud."

Tian Xiwei had her back to Jiang Yang and her head slightly lowered.

He was patting the dust off his hands and picking at his fingernails.

He looked very busy.

Being busy is obviously an act; only what I hear is real.

They strained their ears so much they could barely hear the wind rustling through the leaves, waiting for Jiang Yang's reaction.

Jiang Yang carefully read the words on the small card, reading silently.

It says:

I like dates that repeat themselves.

I love the fragrance of lotus blossoms filling the room in midsummer.

I like Zhengzheng Xiangchunye.

I like gentle orange cats.

I love watching the sunset.

I love freedom.

I like the wind.

Jiang Yang likes Tian Xiwei.

I'm talking about myself.

like.

you.

Tian Xiwei listened as Jiang Yang read aloud what she had written.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang mentioned that he liked Tian Xiwei that he heard her say that he liked her.

Her shoulders suddenly twitched.

Like being burned, I realized I had been holding my breath all along.

When I was writing this card and trying to come up with parallel sentences, I kept making changes on the draft paper.

I think writing "fragrant lotus blossoms fill the hall" is too cliché.

He also felt that writing about Zhengzheng and Chunye was too convoluted, and he was afraid that Jiang Yang would not understand this deliberate romance.

In the end, he couldn't help but include the orange cat and the sunset in the story, because these were scenes he had witnessed together.

When burying the soil, I made sure to loosen it a bit, hoping that Jiangyang could dig it out quickly.

As Jiang Yang read on, a smile appeared on his lips; he understood what Tian Xiwei meant.

Of course, it's not that Xiaoxi is being pretentious.

I just think it's so cute that Xiwei has to go through so much trouble to say she likes someone.

He turned his head to look at Tian Xiwei: "Jiang Yang likes Tian Xiwei."

"Hmm?" Tian Xi lowered her head slightly, her shoulders trembled, and her voice was a little unsteady.

I didn't dare to look up at her.
He usually has a very bad temper.

He's like he's mute right now.

"Jiang Yang likes Tian Xiwei," Jiang Yang added.

"Ugh, I know, I know, keep your voice down, someone might come in a minute... Ugh, I'm so annoyed with myself for being like this!"

Tian Xiwei was speaking.

Suddenly, she mustered her courage and looked up at Jiang Yang.

Those mud-covered hands rose up and cupped Jiang Yang's face, ignoring the mud smearing onto Jiang Yang's chin, with a clumsy earnestness:

"Tian Xiwei also likes Jiang Yang, and I like you."

Done.

Her gaze shifted to Jiang Yang's lips.

This wasn't the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss Jiang Yang. Last semester, on that night by the river, she had kissed him once more while dancing for him.

Jiang Yang pressed his head down and refused.

This time...

Tian Xiwei gently tiptoed.

He kissed her. (End of Chapter)