Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 73: Knowing that it will be short, we must say goodbye seriously

"Chaoyue, are you reluctant to see these scenes demolished?"

"Yes, that's right."

As expected, I can’t bear to leave.

Jiang Yang understood Yang Chaoyue's mentality.

After all, it was her first time acting and the first time seeing the set up on the studio. Yang Chaoyue also played the role of a female beggar on Cao Wei Street and was so immersed in the role that she couldn't get out of it for a while.

It’s hard not to feel sad when watching the scenery being dismantled.

When Yang Chaoyue left his rental house in Shanghai for the airport before, he would stand at the gate and take pictures of the empty rental house, let alone now.

I felt the same way when I faced the empty classroom after the college entrance examination and looked at my college roommate's empty bed.

We had just started to get acquainted, but now we have to say goodbye.

"There's no other way. Chaoyue, the crew rented the venue and the props. They have to be dismantled as soon as the performance is over. Otherwise, the cost will be very high."

"Yeah, I know."

Yang Chaoyue's voice was soft and slow.

Passing by the door of the tavern, she slowed down and looked inside.

Jiang Yang patted her shoulder and said, "If you want to see it, go in and see it. You won't be able to see it later."

"What about you, Brother Yang, will you wait for me?"

"I'm always by your side, right?"

Yang Chaoyue's shoulders trembled slightly, and he finally laughed, but his nose felt a little sour: "Okay, okay! I will be obedient, Brother Yang!"

Arriving at the door of the tavern where she almost tripped and fell, Yang Chaoyue stepped in.

All the extras in the tavern have left.

The mats she and Jiang Yang had sat on were taken away, and the wooden beams with mortise and tenon structures were being dismantled.

In just a dozen minutes, the tavern became much emptier and the aroma of wine no longer permeated the air.

correct!

Where is the noodle stall?
Even the scenery inside the tavern has been dismantled. I wonder if that simply decorated noodle stall has disappeared.

Yang Chaoyue hurriedly ran to the noodle stall at the end of the alley.

As he ran out of the tavern, his foot hit the 20-centimeter-high wooden threshold and he fell forward with a cry.

This time the force was greater.

Jiang Yang grabbed Yang Chaoyue's arm in time, but was still dragged by Yang Chaoyue and stumbled: "How can you fall twice in the same place? Even if Canxing bought insurance, it can't do this."

"I'm sorry, Brother Yang."

"The threshold is indeed a bit high, but I won't trip you up for the third time."

Yang Chaoyue was just about to ask why.

I immediately saw the workers dismantling the door in the reverse order of the mortise and tenon joints, and at the same time, they took away the threshold as well.

Look up.

The plaque of the tavern has also been removed.

Looking inside the house again, the tavern was no longer visible.

"Brother Yang, hurry up, our noodle cart might be dismantled." Yang Chaoyue urged.

Jiang Yang was just about to say that the noodle stall must have been dismantled, and it was not our noodle stall, but the program team's noodle stall.

The words came to my lips but were not spoken yet.

He looked at the slightly drooping corners of Yang Chaoyue's mouth, and immediately swallowed his words. He sighed, followed Yang Chaoyue to the end of the street, and changed his words:
"coming."

Looking at Yang Chaoyue's back as he hurriedly ran to the end of the street, Jiang Yang seemed to see himself in his previous life, who had just entered society, had not been beaten by reality, and was full of strong emotions about everything.

"Brother Yang, the noodle stall is still there!"

Yang Chaoyue's shout brought Jiang Yang back to his senses.

I only hear voices, but I can't see anyone.

The streets were full of workers in work uniforms carrying props.

"Brother Yang!"

Jiang Yang heard Yang Chaoyue's voice again.

This time, I saw it.

Yang Chaoyue imitated his earlier role as Zhao Gao, standing on the dining table next to the noodle stall, holding up a wooden spoon, shaking it vigorously, and shouting excitedly: "Brother Yang, our noodle stall is still there!"

Jiang Yang was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to wipe his face, and suddenly grinned: "Still there? That's great!"

I don’t know why, but my originally empty heart was suddenly filled with Yang Chaoyue’s pure joy.

The noodle stall is indeed still there.

But the seasonings, chopping board, apron on the foot, ceramic bowl, and cash box hanging on the edge had all been taken away.

When Jiang Yang rushed over, a farm worker had just taken the flour away.

In the wooden basin next to them, Yang Chaoyue picked the vegetables and Jiang Yang let the noodles rise, and they were all picked up and put into the garbage bag.

All that was left was a wooden wheelbarrow without any decoration.

There was flour on the edge left by Jiang Yang when he kneaded the dough, and there was dust on the pillars that Yang Chaoyue had rubbed off when he stole things.

"Brother Yang, I feel like crying," Yang Chaoyue said with a pout. "Cry for a while, if you don't take pictures, our wooden wheelbarrow for the noodle stall will be gone!"

"Oooo!"

Yang Chaoyue quickly suppressed his emotions and realized that he had not even taken any photos to remember them by.

Jiang Yang and I took out our phones and took photos to record the scene.

The photo taken by Yang Chaoyue shows the noodle stall cart being dismantled.

In Jiang Yang's photo, Yang Chaoyue was standing at the table, photographing the noodle cart with a lost look on his face.

Yang Chaoyue jumped down from the wooden table and followed Jiang Yang and other extras to the end of the street.

Most of the extras around have been playing supporting roles for several years and have long been numb to this kind of thing. They just chat and laugh.

We discussed what dishes were in the lunch boxes, and whether the footage of our interaction with Huang Lei today would have a chance to be edited into the main film.

After walking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the noodle cart.

The workers in work clothes wiped the flour left by Jiang Yang when he kneaded the noodles along the edge of the noodle cart.

The noodle stall owner played by Jiang Yang seemed to exist only in her memory from this moment on.

As the rag is soaked with water, wipe the noodle cart again.

She played the role of a female beggar, carefully stealing things from the noodle stall owner, and the dust she rubbed off on the pillars also disappeared.

Perhaps because she was too immersed in the role of a female beggar before, Yang Chaoyue always felt that this role was real.

She paused slightly.

Pupils slightly out of focus.

Watching the noodle cart being quickly pushed away by the workers, she suddenly turned her head to look at the sky and blinked quickly to hold back her tears.

The extras on Cao Wei Street and the special guests from Canxing are just a small part.

Most of them were signed by the Screen Actors Guild.

I was paid around 80 yuan a day and competed for announcements in the group, but the roles I managed to get were all part-time.

After all, you can't get a notice every day, it's too unstable, so many people have other jobs.

When the last light stand was removed, the extras returned to their original roles.

The fortune teller who had previously told Yang Chaoyue's fortune had to continue delivering takeout to make a living after finishing work.

The proprietress who dipped Yang Chaoyue's wine in the tavern had to put on a waitress's uniform at night and work the night shift at the hot pot restaurant where she worked.

"Brother Yang, what should we do next?"

"Go directly to the makeup room to remove your makeup. I'll go to the costume room to hand over the costumes. After you finish your lunch and sign the confidentiality agreement, you can leave here..."

"Oh."

Yang Chaoyue rubbed his fingers on the dirty linen clothes he was wearing and walked slowly.

When leaving the end of Cao Wei Street, he took three steps forward and then two steps back, his toes unconsciously turning in the direction of the scenery that had just been removed.

Yang Chaoyue's chest rose and fell, and his eyes finally became bright.

She turned around and looked at the noodle stall where she had previously played the role of a female beggar.

I don't know when the noodle cart was pushed away.

The teahouse next door was half demolished.

Looking at the entrance of the empty alley, my vision suddenly became blurred through the misty tears.

She saw the noodle stall owner played by Jiang Yang, whose business was getting more and more prosperous day by day. He kept kneading and rolling noodles, and his hands were sore and his arms were getting thicker. Every day after work, he would take out the cash box, happily count the money with the female beggar, and then give some of it to the female beggar.

She saw that the female beggar she played had earned money to buy medicine for her father and cured his illness. Her father was no longer skinny, but gradually became fatter. The bare house was gradually equipped with new tables, chairs and benches, and the straw quilt was finally replaced with a cotton quilt. The female beggar and her father helped the noodle stall owner, changed into clean clothes, and sat by the stove washing vegetables. He shook the water off his hands and waved goodbye to her with a happy laugh.

Even though she knew that the subsequent plot that she and Jiang Yang did not act out was all a fantasy she had imagined out of thin air.

It's a painkiller invented by the brain.

But I still can't help but use fantasy to prolong the beauty.

Yang Chaoyue raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

After wiping away the tears, the blurred vision became clear. After the scenery at the alley was removed, it was still lonely. It was empty and there was nothing.

"Bye." She raised her hand and shook it gently, her voice filled with a sinking breath.

Eventually we have to return to reality.

Even though we know it’s short, we still have to say goodbye seriously.

He turned around and looked towards Jiang Yang.

The extras formed a loose team and walked towards the dressing room.

The extras who played the knights pulled off their hoods as they walked, revealing their hair that was stuck together with hairspray.

The extras playing the old farmers rolled up the hem of their costumes to their waists, revealing the same plaid lining as their pajamas.

It was almost time for lunch and everyone was leaving in a hurry. Yang Chaoyue realized that he had been separated from the team.

Only Jiang Yang's tall figure was seen, standing there sideways.

At this moment, Jiang Yang's attention was all on his control panel.

I just heard the system voice.

[New flower binding position has been unlocked]