Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

After watching it, Bai Lu understood why Xi Wei had said to her privately, "Mai Mai is very different in real life from on screen."

too big.

On screen, everyone speaks Mandarin slowly and leisurely.

When we chatted in the group, the Northeastern accent practically leaped off the screen.

There is indeed a big difference between celebrities online and in real life.

Who would have thought that the top scorer in the college entrance examination was a lecherous old man? The key point is that Mai Mai still thinks Jiang Yang is innocent.

Bai Lu glanced up at Jiang Yang, who was wearing a long robe, standing in the center of the space-age light beams lifted by a crane, with a hairpin in his hair, already in character and filming.

He muttered under his breath, "That old lecher has fooled so many people, even kids. Mai Mai is going to be stunted by his tricks."

The boss is both greedy and lecherous.

Just an ordinary person.

However, her greed for money was not thorough enough. She discovered the fact that she had given Chaoyue extra wages after spending just one night with him.

Chao Yue said he was very happy to have embezzled so much money and pretended not to know.

But as time went on, the guilt in my heart grew stronger and stronger.

She didn't dare to tell Jiang Yang the truth.

He made up his mind that he would definitely help Jiang Yang earn it back a hundredfold or a thousandfold in the future.

An unexpected windfall reveals a moment of greed.

It also sows the seeds of unease in one's heart.

From now on, I only want to do my best to make up for all the debts Jiang Yang owes.

I know that Chaoyue was speaking from the heart at the time.

But when Bai Lu came to her senses, she felt that Jiang Yang had done it on purpose.

We chatted for a bit in the group.

In order to join the company's internal group, he was willing to hand over all of his earnings from appearing on the variety show to the company, and of course, it wasn't just for the sake of gossip.

Having worked for a few years, I know that in today's society, bosses prefer employees who do a lot of work but ask for little pay.

Let Jiang Yang get her for free.

She appeared on more variety shows.

Of all the artists in the company right now, she has the lowest profile.

She wasn't as greedy as Chaoyue, nor was she as dull-witted and inflexible as Haochun, who simply obeyed whatever the boss said.

Opportunities are always earned!

Using that tens of thousands of yuan appearance fee to make more appearances on such high-profile variety shows is definitely worth it!
Bai Lu opened the variety show contract that Jiang Yang had sent her again. She originally thought that the profit sharing would be as agreed with Jiang Yang before, and that she would not get a single penny and would have to hand it all over to the company.

But found out.

Jiang Yang still left her 10%.

It was also noted that she would be taken on at least four sessions.

"If you're going to be greedy, just take it all. Why leave me with a tenth?" Bai Lu smiled and looked in Jiang Yang's direction: "You dog of a boss, you're quite nice."

Suddenly, she noticed that Jiang Yang was turning his head to look at her.

He stared intently at her: "Are you secretly cursing me again?"

"No, I really didn't curse you this time. Jiang Yang, you're definitely biased against me! You're unfair! Damn it!"

"You said 'fuck,' so you're insulting me... Haochun!"

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun, who had just gotten the script from the nanny van, rolled it up, jumped over the light cord on the ground, jogged towards Bai Lu, raised the script, slapped it on Bai Lu's butt, and muttered, "Go to hell."

The script in Hao Chun's hand was, to put it bluntly, just a few sheets of A4 paper.

Bai Lu felt no pain at all: "Let me tell you, you lapdog Chun, a simp will often end up with nothing."

Liu Haochun didn't understand what Bai Lu meant, but she heard Jiang Yang call out to her, "Continue, don't stop."

"Go to hell." Liu Haochun stuffed the script into his pocket and kicked Bai Lu in the butt.

Bai Lu immediately admitted defeat: "Jiang Yang is awesome!"

Liu Haochun then refrained from making a second kick.

Noticing that Jiang Yang had resumed filming, Bai Lu hooked her arm around Liu Haochun's shoulder, interrupting Haochun's thoughts as he was studying the script: "Let me tell you, you really need to learn more. Don't be so honest as an employee, or you won't even know how you've been taken advantage of."

"Actually, I already noticed it."

"Really? Hao Chun, you've finally figured it out! Then I didn't lose out by getting kicked by you!" Bai Lu laughed so hard that her nasolabial folds stretched all the way to her chin.

Then Liu Haochun said, "I found a switch on your butt. If I apply a certain amount of force, you will become obedient."

Bai Lu's laughter stopped abruptly.

This honest and simple-minded lackey Chun is actually researching how to make her more obedient.

Not a moment later.

Jiang Yang finished his scenes for the night and saw Yang Chaoyue pull out his constantly vibrating phone.

It showed a video call from Dad.

"Brother Yang, it's my dad on the phone, I'll take it." Yang Chaoyue said when he noticed Jiang Yang looking in their direction.

"Go ahead and answer it, it's okay."

Jiang Yang waved his hand: "The light is broken. It won't be fixed so quickly. It will take at least half an hour. Old Zhong is already cursing over there. There's no rush."

Yang Chaoyue did not answer immediately.

She walked to the edge of the space light's glow, into the shadows where no one could see her, before answering the call: "Daddy, have you eaten?"

The internet connection is not good.

There was a pause, and I heard my father's voice first. Every time my parents called or video chatted, it always started with these two sentences: "Have you eaten? Have you eaten?"

Then the phone screen lit up.

The scene shown is a farmhouse courtyard in Chaoyue's hometown, illuminated by dim yellow lights.

Every time he goes home, Chaoyue wants to replace the low-wattage light bulb, but his father always disagrees, saying it's still usable and there's no need to replace it.

If Chaoyue takes a firm stance, his father will nag incessantly: "It's not like it's unusable, why replace it? Even if it's broken, it can be repaired. You young people these days really are something else, replacing everything as soon as you don't like it. Our generation is all about fixing things."

I can never win against my father.

I might as well do as my father says.

After all, she spends most of her time away from her hometown. Her father lives alone in this old house, so the house has to be decorated according to his wishes so that he can live comfortably.

The camera swayed and focused on Yang Chaoyue's father's face.

Father was sitting on the bamboo chair in the main room, holding half a slice of watermelon in his hand. The juice dripped down between his fingers, forming small puddles on the rough back of his hand.

He was wearing a crew neck t-shirt with a loose frayed edge around the collar, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tanned forearms.

The skin had a rough texture.

The wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes were dense and close together, and when she smiled, those lines would sink even deeper: "Yueyue, why is it so dark over there? I can't see you."

"Oh, I'm on set. They're filming over there where there's light, so it's inconvenient for me to go over there."

How have you been lately?

Father smiled, revealing a gap in his teeth.

"Okay."

Are your boss and friends also on set?

"Them," Yang Chaoyue glanced back at Jiang Yang's side and smiled at his father, "they are having dinner together tonight."

"Evening study?"

"A feast is a meal."

I'm so used to using these internet slang terms with Xiwei and the others that I can't change them all at once.

Father doesn't understand these things.

They don't understand internet memes either.

Yang Chaoyue tapped the camera and flipped it: "Look."

Point the camera towards the area under the eaves of an antique-style house not far away.

Tian Xiwei, Liu Haochun, and Jiang Yang sat in a row, each holding a freshly opened bucket of instant noodles. Bai Lu carried a thermos and poured hot water for each of them.

When it was Bailu's turn to pour water, she muttered, "Why is it that all yours are Master Kong brand, but mine is Uni-President brand?"

"Ask the director how the production assistant sent it over." Tian Xi glanced at Bai Lu.

Bai Lu stared at Tian Xiwei's portion: "I want to eat Master Kong's, it's chewy."

"Want to compete?"

"No, Xiwei..." Noticing Tian Xiwei glaring at her, Bai Lu immediately backed down: "Oh well, never mind."

Suddenly I realized something.

Bai Luteng stood up abruptly, turned her head sharply to look in Yang Chaoyue's direction, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Chaoyue, you scared me! Holding up your phone, I thought you were a paparazzi." "Where is Chaoyue?"

Tian Xiwei followed Bai Lu's gaze and looked over, but apart from the light from the chandelier on set, it was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

Liu Haochun squinted, but didn't see anyone over there.

The next second, Yang Chaoyue walked out of the shadows holding his phone.

"Holy crap, Bai Lu, you really do have the eyes of an eagle." Tian Xiwei was greatly shocked.

"I'm video chatting with my dad, showing him what you guys are doing," Yang Chaoyue shouted.

"Hello, Father!" Liu Haochun immediately replied with a smile.

Tian Xiwei waved at Yang Chaoyue's phone camera: "Daddy Chaoyue, when we have time, we'll come to your house to play!"

"Chaoyue's daddy, look at them! They're forming cliques, and they even eat different brands of instant noodles than I do. They're bullying me!" Bailu complained.

"Why are you making such a fuss? A bucket of instant noodles can't shut you up. I haven't given you bird's nest for three days, and you're saying we've been starving for three days."

Jiang Yang glanced impatiently at Sao Bailu: "Chaoyue is video chatting with her father, and you're jumping around here."

Done.

Raise your hand and pat Bailu's bottom.

Bai Lu let out a soft moan.

comfortable.

He sat quietly next to Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue couldn't help but laugh.

A bowl of instant noodles, a few words of bickering.

This often happens during breaks in filming.

It was also the most down-to-earth and lively moment for them on set.

After all, the glamorous image in front of the camera is for work, while the playful banter behind the scenes is life.

Life is mundane and boring, yet full of everyday joys.

Chaoyue's father couldn't hear what Bailu and the others were saying, but he did hear them calling out "Father, Father!"

Yang Chaoyue heard his father's laughter on his phone: "Your friends are so polite."

I chatted with my dad about how filming has been going these past few days.

I heard from my father what had happened in the village these past few days.

Yang Chaoyue's smile gradually subsided when he started talking about his college entrance examination scores.

"Father, I'm sorry, I didn't do well on the exam. I didn't even get into a vocational college."

Her voice lowered, carrying a nasal tone that she herself was unaware of.

They retreated into the shadows.

She didn't want others to see her expression.

Her fingers dug into the corner of her phone case, the screen light reflecting off her reddened eyes.

"When I was working in the factory, I thought studying was something for the next life... Now that I have the opportunity, it's still not possible."

"I even told you I could get into Tsinghua University, but my total score wasn't even as high as my boss's score in just one subject. Am I really that stupid, Dad?"

Speaking of it.

She paused.

His throat bobbed, and his voice became even hoarser:

"You told me to work hard with Brother Yang, but I can't even do well in my studies and got such bad grades. Won't I embarrass him?"

The father on the phone screen paused, stunned.

He didn't really understand the score Yang Chaoyue announced.

I know that a bachelor's degree is better than a vocational college degree, but I don't know exactly why.

They didn't even know what filling out college application forms meant.

All I know is that my daughter, who lives in another city, is very sad right now.

As long as my daughter is safe and happy, that's a good day.

Father came to his senses and, unsure how to comfort Chaoyue, lowered his voice to a whisper, afraid of saying something that might upset Chaoyue. He grinned and slowly said:
"What does it matter whether you get into a good university or not? I never expected you to do exceptionally well. Your safety and happiness are more important than anything else."

"So what if you didn't get into a vocational college? It's not a big deal. I'm not very educated, but I've heard the saying, 'All roads lead to Rome.' Aren't you filming a movie now? I can tell you like it because you're always so cheerful and talk to me about things on set. If you like it, then do it well. It's much better than sitting in a classroom studying."

Father paused.

He coughed twice.

His voice deepened, tinged with guilt: "It's my fault for not being able to get you into high school. I made you work and study at the same time. You've already done a great job getting to where you are today. Your boss getting high grades is his business. You are you, and he is him. We shouldn't compare ourselves to that."

He raised his voice slightly, his tone carrying a touch of honest certainty, and said cheerfully, "Anyway, life is lived, not tested, right, girl?"

Yang Chaoyue was holding her breath, trying to force herself to hold back her tears.

Hearing her father say, "Peace and happiness are more important than anything else," her nose suddenly stung, and the sobs she had been holding back burst forth instantly.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, splashing onto the phone screen and blurring her father's smiling face.

She dared not cry out loud, afraid that her father would feel heartbroken if he heard her.

Biting her lip, she let out soft, muffled sobs, her fingertips gripping the hem of her clothes harder than Jiang Yang usually did when he pinched Bai Lu's bottom.

She knew that her father didn't expect her to become a dragon or a phoenix, but only hoped that she would suffer less grievance.

Parents all over the world probably feel the same way.

It's likely that Hao Chunxi's parents felt the same way.

However, she hates the way she looks now.

When the results were announced earlier, everyone in the hotel room had comforted themselves.

At the time, I confidently said that everything was fine and I could just take the test again next year.

But I don’t know why.

I still feel upset whenever I talk to my father about this.

Especially when she heard her father comforting her, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

Thankfully, I wasn't in the light, so my father couldn't see my face; otherwise, he would definitely be worried.

When filming crying scenes, I put a lot of effort into squeezing out tears, but when I'm truly wronged, I can't even hold them back.

If the paparazzi see this, they'll definitely keep leaking this to others, how embarrassing!

"You're overweight. Try harder for another year, I'll be there for you."

After hanging up his father's video call and hearing Jiang Yang's voice, Yang Chaoyue's shoulders stiffened first, then he turned around abruptly, his movements showing a hint of panic at having his secret thoughts exposed.

The only person who would admit to being overweight is Jiang Yang.

Yang Chaoyue turned around and saw Jiang Yang walk out of the shadows from the edge of the space light and walk towards her: "Hey, Brother Yang, you're going astray, I'm here!"

Her voice trembled with barely suppressed sobs.

After saying that, he quickly sniffed.

"It's pitch black, how could Bailu's eyes see?"

Jiang Yang followed the sound, took a few steps, and reached out to touch it.

He reached out and touched the tears on Yang Chaoyue's cheek, wiping them away: "Hidden away to cry?"

Yang Chaoyue's eyelids drooped.

Her long eyelashes trembled violently.

Her throat bobbed a few times as she forced back a sob: "I didn't cry!"

Yang Chaoyue lowered his voice, his tone slightly hoarse.

Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and her forehead rested on Jiang Yang's shoulder.

She gently wrapped her arms around his waist, with very light pressure.

As she spoke, her cheek brushed against his clothes, her voice muffled by the fabric, indistinct and aggrieved: "You don't need to teach me like before. You're getting busier and busier. I can learn on my own. Just keep me by your side often."

She sniffed, raised her hand and wiped her face haphazardly, revealing a pair of red and swollen eyes. Her voice trembled with tears as she said, "I will take the exam again next year. I will definitely get into Tsinghua or Peking University next year!"

He keeps saying he wants to get into Tsinghua or Peking University next year, but it's just a way to save face and make up for his dissatisfaction.

She was afraid her father would see her reddened eyes.

She was even more afraid that Jiang Yang would find out that she wasn't actually that strong.

In the shadows that the space lamp cannot illuminate, lies the truest grievance, and also the warmest comfort.

Yang Chaoyue raised his hand and touched Jiang Yang's lips, then quietly stood on tiptoe.

"What are you doing?"

"Even the paparazzi said you're a lecherous old man, what's the big deal about a kiss?" (End of Chapter)