Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 48 Suffering from lack of culture

Jiang Yang didn't care about Yang Chaoyue's little thoughts. He let his arms hang down, his knuckles twitched unconsciously, and his muscles were sore.

Auditioning is not tiring.

During rehearsals, it was not tiring to teach Yang Chaoyue the key points of playing a female beggar.

It wasn’t that tiring to put makeup on Yang Chaoyue.

Kneading dough is so fucking tiring.

Whether kneading, pressing, pushing or folding the dough, the biceps and triceps of the arms, as well as the flexors and extensors of the forearms, need to work together.

These muscles are in a contracted state for a long time, and over time they become fatigued, causing arm soreness.

Jiang Yang's left arm cramped for several seconds, but he managed to bend it back quietly and continued acting calmly.

It seems that there is a chance to develop Yang Chaoyue's physical fitness.

Otherwise, with my current physical condition, if I play some physically demanding roles for a long time, my body may not be able to withstand it.

Also, you need to learn some massage skills.

In the future, when you play some physically demanding roles, having appropriate massage techniques can greatly reduce the damage caused by physical exertion.

How to learn?
Of course, it is to extract the attributes from Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang took off his lapel coat and rolled up his sleeves. The half of his arm that was exposed was still steaming with sweat from cooking noodles. He saw that Yang Chaoyue's calves were trembling with cold.

When I was putting makeup on Yang Chaoyue, I felt the moisture from her cloth shoes sticking to the soles of her feet.

It goes without saying that the toes must be curled up and red from the cold.

Yang Chaoyue seemed to be used to it.

"Where is the air conditioner remote control?" Jiang Yang looked around.

"Here it is!"

Yang Chaoyue rushed past Jiang Yang and grabbed the air conditioner remote control on the window sill. With a beep, the air conditioner turned on, and the tightly closed fan blades opened and closed. The moment the air conditioner blades popped open, warm air blew in his face. "Brother Yang, what temperature do you want? I'll do it."

"About 26 degrees." Jiang Yang leaned back in his chair and replied lazily.

"Brother Yang, are you thirsty?"

"Is there any water here?"

"Yes, I haven't finished drinking the water that the groundskeeper brought earlier."

"One bottle, please."

Yang Chaoyue took out a bottle of water from the cardboard box at the door, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Jiang Yang: "If you have anything else, just tell me. There is a broom in the corner. Do you want me to clean the rehearsal room?"

Jiang Yang drank a sip of water happily. It was a little cold, but it was enough to quench his thirst.

He lifted his eyelids and glanced over, a smile on his face: "You are now an extra who passed the audition of the program team, not a cleaner here, what are you cleaning?"

"Anyway, I want to do something. I feel like I have endless energy in my body."

Yang Chaoyue sat next to Jiang Yang, holding the cabbage he brought from the noodle stall in his hand, picking it bit by bit.

The tear marks on his face had long dried.

The little face is dirty.

He was full of energy and didn't look nervous or fidgety at all like when he entered the rehearsal room with other extras before the audition.

I cried so much during the audition that my eyes were swollen, but luckily I passed. I was so happy, and the excitement hadn't faded yet: "Brother Yang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yang nodded, kneading the biceps of his left arm with his right fingers:
"I'm tired from lack of exercise. If I don't relieve the lactic acid in my muscles, I might get cramps while kneading and cooking noodles for you. You have endless energy right now, right? Perfect, give me a massage for my arms."

Help Jiang Yang rub his arms, which is a massage, and there will be physical contact.

Yang Chaoyue's heart skipped a beat, and subconsciously his mind flashed back to the scene where he was on the assembly line, with that supervisor with greasy hair, using teaching as an excuse to molest the female workers in various ways.

The thought flashed across my mind.

Brother Yang is different from the previous leaders. He is handsome, not greasy, and respects her very much.

The most important thing is that after living with Brother Yang for a month, he has never done anything to take advantage of her.

People are different.

He glanced down at his muddy hands. Although he had briefly cleaned them when washing the vegetables, the remaining dust made the lines on his palms stand out clearly. "Then I'll wash my hands. There's mud under my nails. There's clean water at the noodle stall."

Yang Chao jumped up and opened the door of the styling room. The cold wind outside blew in through his torn sleeves.

The wind made Yang Chaoyue squint his eyes, his nose felt cold, and goose bumps appeared on the skin of his thighs.

Jiang Yang called her over: "The water in that basin is not heated, it's cold. Your hands will get frozen. Close the door quickly."

"Oh." Yang Chaoyue closed the door: "But my hands are not clean, they will dirty your skin."

"It doesn't matter whether it's dirty or not." Jiang Yang urged: "Do you want to eat the noodles I cooked?"

"Yes!"

Yang Chaoyue came to Jiang Yang's side, looked at Jiang Yang's sleeve stretched out arm across the two of them, met Jiang Yang's eyes looking up at him, Yang Chaoyue's breath hitched in his nose and looked away:

"How do I press it?"

"This is the biceps."

Jiang Yang pointed at his forearm muscles:
"Start at the top of the biceps and work your way down to the muscles. Use a moderate amount of pressure. It shouldn't be too light, or you won't be able to relax them, but it shouldn't be too hard, or it will hurt. Follow the grain of the muscle and repeat 3-5 times for each muscle area. Start with your left hand first."

Yang Chaoyue put his finger on it, and his fingertips, which were clearly covered with fingerprints and dust, felt a sense of warmth.

Jiang Yang shivered from the cold.

I became more determined to buy new clothes for Yang Chaoyue.

During the kneading process, Yang Chaoyue adjusted the position of his fingers appropriately to ensure that the entire biceps could be massaged: "Brother Yang, is that right?"

"It's too light. Did I just eat half a bowl of noodles and lettuce for nothing? It's heavier."

Jiang Yang felt that Yang Chaoyue's strength was so light that it seemed like a gentle brush across his arm.

It barely reaches the deeper layers of the muscles, and fails to produce the feeling that can relieve muscle fatigue and tension.

I didn't hear any system prompts.

This means that Yang Chaoyue has not learned anything at all, which is unacceptable.

"Boss, I don't dare to use too much force." Yang Chaoyue said cautiously.

"I asked you to press it, what are you afraid of? It won't deduct your salary."

Afraid that Yang Chaoyue would still be cautious, Jiang Yang added, "You are so weak, does your father in Yancheng know? Are all the people in Yancheng as weak as ants?" Yang Chaoyue lowered his eyes, his cautious face fell, and his shoulders slumped.

next second.

Jiang Yang's throat was choked with pain and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

My chest cavity expanded violently, and I gasped in pain.

He only felt that the biceps being kneaded by Yang Chaoyue were being pressed heavily over a large area by Yang Chaoyue's palm, and the entire muscle felt an unbearable dull pain from being squeezed so forcefully.

This force is definitely filled with hatred.

"It's okay!" Jiang Yang's already sore muscles became even more tense, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"What, didn't you hear clearly?"

"You're awesome! You Yancheng people are awesome!"

"Haha, yes, yes."

Although Yang Chaoyue has a good attitude towards learning, his progress is really slow.

Seeing Jiang Yang raise his right thumb, Yang Chaoyue seemed to be encouraged. Although his hand was small, it was very powerful.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's massage skills have improved. Your massage skills +1]

Finally got the attributes.

enough.

You still have to find a professional for massage.

Others give massages to get the boss’s money, but Yang Chaoyue gives massages to get the boss’s life.

Jiang Yang retracted his arm, pulled down his sleeves, and put on his coat: "Okay, this massage ends here for today."

"How are my massage skills?" Yang Chaoyue's eyes were twinkling like little stars, and his eyes were like a child waiting for praise from the teacher.

"You pressed it well." Jiang Yang couldn't bear to undermine Yang Chaoyue's self-confidence, so he silently added in his heart, "Don't press it next time."

Yang Chaoyue brought up the previous topic: "We Yancheng people are really awesome. My junior high Chinese teacher once said, 'I remember there was a famous person in history named Shi Naian, who was from our place.'"

"Is Shi Naian from your Yancheng?"

"Yup!"

Hearing his hometown being praised, Yang Chaoyue's eyes lit up with pride, even blurting out his dialect: "Yangguo, you know, there's a Dream of the Red Chamber in the Four Great Classical Novels, written by Shi Naian."

Was "Dream of the Red Chamber" written by Shi Naian?

Jiang Yang put on his lapel coat and felt a little confused. Could it be that Cao Xueqin wrote "Water Margin"?

The little girl suffered from her lack of education.

Jiang Yang got down to business: "You can't neglect improving your academic qualifications. I'll give you Chinese lessons after we finish filming tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Yang Chaoyue responded without resistance.

I have memorized more than a hundred English words and have a basic grasp of mathematical sets and linear equations of two variables.

The only high school courses that have not been studied are physics, chemistry, biology, and Chinese.

Of course, studying is not something I am interested in, but it can make my future brighter and provide more opportunities, so I am willing to learn.

When I was spinning numbly on the assembly line in a textile factory, I never thought that I would become a college student one day.

As for why study science?

I don’t know, Brother Yang didn’t explain.

Anyway, it’s always right to listen to Brother Yang.

What Yang Chaoyue was most concerned about at the moment was the bowl of noodles cooked by Jiang Yang at the noodle stall.

But when she carried Jiang Yang's briefcase, she pushed open the door of the rehearsal room again and looked across the street.

But then I saw a male production manager, about twenty years old and wearing a work badge, put aside his pots, pans, and flour bags, took out his phone and sent a voice message: "Team leader, how do I get the seasoning for the noodle stall?"

The male actor's work badge was printed with the orange "Go Fighting" logo. He received a voice message from his team leader: "Just skim it. Move quickly. The scenery is coming."

All the seasonings from the noodle stall were poured into the wooden basin. Yang Chaoyue watched the stage manager push the wooden noodle cart away, the wooden wheels squeaking as they rolled over the frosted cobblestones, and squeezed into the alley at the end of the street corner.

The dining table that she and Jiang Yang had built with bricks and wooden boards had long been dismantled.

Bricks were scattered on the roadside.

The place where the noodle stall used to be was now empty.

Yang Chaoyue's eyes were fixed on the puddle on the ground that the cold wind couldn't dry.

She herself didn't know whether these were tears left from washing vegetables during her previous audition, or from crying because she was immersed in the role of a female beggar.

Looking at the male stage manager pushing the noodle cart away, Yang Chaoyue wanted to ask why he did that, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.

She didn't know what the responsibilities and work content of the production staff were in the program group. She only knew that the noodle stall where she had spent a lot of effort on auditioning seemed to have been dismantled.

In fact, I had a premonition that the temporary scenery would be removed at any time.

But I still can't help feeling empty inside.

Just like the textile factory where I worked for two years, filled with the smell of engine oil and the roar of machines. Although I knew there was no hope in continuing to work on the sewing machine, I still felt reluctant when I packed my luggage and got into Jiang Yang's silver Corolla to leave.

It’s not that I can’t bear to leave the textile factory.

But I can’t bear to part with those two years of youth.

Jiang Yang didn't feel anything, and was even a little relieved. He didn't have to go through the trouble of kneading the dough, and could just take Yang Chaoyue to the makeup room to remove his makeup.

Yang Chaoyue reached out to tug at the hem of Jiang Yang's coat, but fearing he might dirty it, he poked it with his finger instead: "Can you still cook noodles?"

"I think they're going to build a new set here, so I'll move the noodle stall first. I've poured all the seasonings into a bowl. It's not certain where this noodle stall will end up in the film and television city. I'll see what Director Kang arranges tomorrow."

"It's okay, I can eat it even if the seasonings are mixed together! The noodles you cook must be delicious."

"The noodle stall is gone, and the honeycomb coals in the stove are probably out too. What's the point of cooking?"

Jiang Yang turned his head to look at Yang Chaoyue. Seeing Yang Chaoyue's pitiful look with his hopes dashed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he changed his words: "Forget it, let's go ask first, maybe it can work."

"Okay, okay!"

(End of this chapter)