Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I haven't received a reply from my father.

That's normal. I can't get a reply to my dad's messages instantly, and it's the same with my mom.

Actually I can understand it.

They are busy, especially the father, who is a businessman involved in trade and investment.

I haven't invested in any film and television companies, but I have had contact with some people in the industry, such as Huang Lei, a teacher at the Beijing Film Academy, Chung Shu-kai, a director from Hong Kong, He Jiong, a host of Happy Camp, and Xie Na, all of whom are acquaintances of my father.

My grandfather was a soldier.

When Zhao Lusi was a child, she lived with her grandparents. Her grandmother took care of her daily life, and her grandfather picked her up from school. Sometimes she would also stay at her maternal grandmother's house.

In my memory, the time I spent with my parents was very, very little; it was all just fragmented moments.

But I understand.

Her parents love her.

They're just too busy; this silent love has been reduced to just money.

I wouldn't say I'm disappointed, but I feel a bit empty.

I'm used to it. Dad's phone is always busy with business calls, and Mom's social media is full of social photos. Their love is hidden in the numbers on their bank cards and in the designer brands that fill their closets, but it's never hidden in a simple question like "How was your day?"

When she was little, her grandfather would pick her up from school and shield her from the sun with his broad, calloused hands.

Grandma chased after her, shouting, "You have to finish all the rice in your bowl!"

Grandma's pork rib soup was simmering hot, and even the crevices between the bones smelled delicious.

These small, warm moments were the most tangible things in her childhood, while her parents' companionship was like a towel that never dries in the bathroom—damp and carrying a vague sense of regret.

But she never blamed them.

Just like now, she knows her father will definitely reply when he sees the message.

Perhaps it was a phone call after a busy night.

Perhaps it's a transfer for "buying some good food".

They don't know how to express their concern, so they can only make up for it in the most clumsy way.

"Ruth, I want an egg pancake, and could you also bring me a cup of winter melon tea?" Her roommate's words interrupted Zhao Lushi's thoughts.

She immediately wrote it down.

Don't worry, Dad will definitely reply to her.

Because she understood very well that her parents, unlike Ruonan's parents, were not all about taking.

I heard Chaoyue complain about Ruonan's family in private, which made her so angry that she kept cursing. Chaoyue couldn't stand it, so he changed the subject... No, it shouldn't be Ruonan, she has changed her name and is now called Ruonan.

I guess the name on the household registration book has been changed as well.

"Ruth, I'd like a sandwich." This time it was her roommate from Taichung who spoke.

"You want eggs and cheese, right?" Zhao Lushi asked.

"Yes! Yes!"

"I knew it."

Make sure to spread plenty of peanut butter, and serve with a side of radish cake. The radish cake should be fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and dipped in garlic soy sauce.

The remaining roommate is from Hualien, Taiwan. He ordered a simple bowl of millet porridge with a tea egg.

It was the same breakfast she usually liked to eat.

Tea eggs should be thoroughly marinated to perfection, with the shells peeling off easily; millet porridge should be cooked until thick and sticky.

My roommates, like my classmates, are mostly from Taiwan.

They come from different parts of Taiwan province.

Taichung, Kaohsiung, Tainan, Hualien.

Now, even the accents in places like Taiwan can be distinguished by subtle differences.

If Jiang Yang brings any of his company's artists to Taiwan to film a movie or record a variety show in the future, she will definitely be the most familiar with this place and the most beautiful girl.

Zhao Lushi grabbed the keys and slammed the door shut, immediately followed by intermittent laughter and chatter in the hallway.

As I turned the corner downstairs, I saw two girls squatting next to a trash can, complaining that the shredded vegetables at a certain restaurant were too dry and didn't taste good.

When we got to the first floor, a girl was applying lipstick in front of a mirror, while her companion urged her to hurry up so she wouldn't make it to class.

Other students from different classes greeted Zhao Lushi. The morning mist hadn't completely dissipated when she left the dormitory building.

The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and the smell of cooking oil wafting from the canteen.

Boys were playing basketball on the playground, the sound of dribbling echoing in the morning light, occasionally punctuated by shouts of "pass the ball!"

Zhao Lushi walked towards the school gate, following the aroma of cooking fires in the morning mist. She usually bought breakfast at two different places.

One is the old-fashioned breakfast shop run by grandma on the right side of the school gate.

The remaining option is the student cafeteria in the on-campus living area.

That way I can buy all the things my roommates like.

I know I don't need to be so nice to my roommate.

After graduation, everyone will go down different paths and have little contact with each other. This is a lesson she has learned after studying alone for many years.

Elementary school, middle school, high school—this is how left-behind children all went through it.

She doesn't swear, isn't aggressive, and doesn't pretend to be a delinquent at school. She's small, so she's really easy to bully.

But meeting each other during these years in college is fate.

Who knows what the future holds?

Leave behind more beautiful moments, so that when you graduate, turn thirty, reach middle age, or become an old person, you can look back on how things were back then and have different feelings... This was not her idea, but what her father taught her.

After buying breakfast for her roommate, Zhao Lushi walked towards the dormitory building and opened the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group chat.

Just went in.

Jiang Yang didn't tell her what to do, but he still felt it would be better to give her a self-introduction.

Take another look at the people in the group.

The first person I saw was Yang Chaoyue.

It makes me feel more at ease.

I've only met Yang Chaoyue once in real life, but we chat online all the time and are quite familiar with each other.

You can keep chatting with Yang Chaoyue for as long as you talk about three topics.

One is related to money; they want to earn every single penny.

One of them was related to Jiang Yang, calling him "Brother Yang" with utmost loyalty, which didn't stop Yang Chaoyue from coveting Jiang Yang's money.

The remaining topic was Yang Chaoyue's hometown.

Wanggang Village in Yancheng.

To be precise, it was Chaoyue's family in that seaside village.

The father, an electrician, had a daughter late in life; the mother divorced and remarried; and the daughter has a half-sister.

This is what Chaoyue cares about most, just like he cares about whether his future will be brighter, and whether Yang Ge will have a sudden lapse of judgment and give him ten times the salary.

Then there's Liu Haochun.

I remember it was at the press conference for the start of filming of "Fighter of the Destiny" that I saw the girl who was a backup dancer for Yang Chaoyue. She was a really good dancer.

Then there's Tian Xiwei.

A big-eyed girl from Chongqing, a fellow townsman of Jiangyang, with a sweet smile and gentle personality.

And there's Zhang Ruonan.

I'm not very familiar with her, but I recognize her—the girl who changed her name.

"Who is this?"

Zhao Lushi stared at Zhou Ye's name for a while.

A name that's very unfamiliar.

I've never had any experience with it before, and I'm not familiar with it.

My first impression was that the name was unpleasant, with the character "野子" (wild) in it, giving off a roguish and unapproachable vibe.

Then I realized I was being pretentious.

Hasn't Zhao Lushi always gotten by by pretending to be fierce from childhood to adulthood? (End of Chapter)