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Chapter 112
The Golden Wave Award was the most authoritative award for domestic TV dramas.
Even being nominated was already a highly prestigious achievement. If one ultimately won, it would be the highest affirmation of an actor's abilities.
"The Tianya Decree" had gone viral and received three nominations at once. Regardless of whether it would win in the end, this was enough to spark widespread discussion.
"Fortunately... thanks to Yao Xinxin for being competent enough." For Yao Bianliang, this was the only good news she'd had in a while.
After all, Yao Xinxin was a person with the female protagonist's halo. If she was nominated, how could she possibly not win?
W̃ ê b̄ǹ о̌ ṽе̊ l̄ Enü m̆ а
Moreover, according to the original novel's content, Yao Xinxin did indeed win Best Supporting Actress for this role.
Yao Bianliang opened the Weibo trending topics and, sure enough, familiar words greeted her eyes.
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#GoldenWaveAwardNominationsAnnounced#
#YaoBianliangBestActress#
#YaoXinxinNominatedForGoldenStatueBestSupportingActress#
The names Yao Bianliang and Yao Xinxin appeared on the trending list one after another.
Е̄ n ü m а̃
They had initially appeared on the same variety show and competed against each other several times. Now that both had received nominations simultaneously, it naturally sparked even more extensive discussions.
Yao Bianliang quickly scanned through and discovered something delightful—
Most people were discussing Yao Xinxin, not her.
In fact, hashtags related to "Yao Bianliang" were even less popular than those about Wen Xuan, who was nominated for Best Supporting Actress.
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Although this was certainly related to her not buying promotions, it was, regardless, a fortunate thing.
[Yao Xinxin's performance in the film was actually so outstanding! I've truly reassessed her this time.]
W̊ е bn̂ о́ v е l Еn ŭ ṁӑ
[Hmph, that still doesn't whitewash her cheating on that variety show.]
[Her acting has improved so much from what I remember, especially that crying scene—she truly brought the character to life.]
[Xinxin, go for it! Head straight for international development and win big awards.]
[I watched the film; it was really good. I hope Yao Xinxin can maintain this standard. Just don't be like before, starting to cash in on trashy projects as soon as she gets a bit popular.]
[Tsk, it's just a nomination, not even certain if she'll win, yet people are already starting to praise her.]
[I feel like Yao Xinxin is indeed trying to improve. If she truly reforms, she'll definitely have a broader future.]
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[Yao Xinxin's acting has clearly improved. I heard she's going to continue taking roles in major international films. Looking forward to her collaboration with the international film star.]
Netizens' evaluations of Yao Xinxin weren't all positive—after all, she still had quite a number of dedicated anti-fans.
But regardless, after this incident, her public image had notably improved.
The public's aversion to Yao Xinxin was largely because they felt she didn't deserve her position, her acting was stiff, and she was a star forcibly elevated by capital.
If she could prove her abilities with actual achievements, then people's perception of her wouldn't be so negative.
"As expected of my good sister, truly impressive." Yao Bianliang's lips curved slightly upward, her heart relieved.
Ẇ ẽb̆ǹӧ v̌е̄l Е̊n̊ umа
It's worth noting that Yao Xinxin had received an international film nomination! This prestige was significantly higher than domestic TV drama awards.
Even if Yao Bianliang ultimately won Best Actress, it would still be difficult to overshadow Yao Xinxin.
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"Since Yao Xinxin is being so impressive, shouldn't I also show something in return? Like, send a message to congratulate her?" Yao Bianliang secretly pondered.
Cultivating talent certainly couldn't rely solely on negative reinforcement.
In the past, when Yao Xinxin wasn't performing well, she inevitably had to criticize her. But now that Yao Xinxin had won an award, she should quickly praise her, encouraging her to increase her efforts and work even harder!
With this thought, Yao Bianliang opened her conversation with Yao Xinxin and sent a message.
É n um̆а
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On the other side, Yao Xinxin was also in a good mood.
This wasn't just because she had received a nomination, nor was it merely because her public image had improved.
More importantly, this was the first time she had completely outperformed Yao Bianliang!
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After stumbling countless times at Yao Bianliang's hands, Yao Xinxin had developed a psychological shadow regarding her.
Surpassing Yao Bianliang had become an obsession for her.
Е̇ núm̃ а̀
Defeating Yao Bianliang felt like conquering her own inner demon.
And now, whether in terms of the award's prestige or popularity and traffic, she was far superior to Yao Bianliang.
"The wheel of fortune turns, and it's finally my turn." Yao Xinxin's lips curled with a hint of satisfaction.
If she didn't go and show off to Yao Bianliang, wouldn't that be failing to do justice to all her efforts over this time?
With some excitement, Yao Xinxin opened her conversation with Yao Bianliang.
In the past, it had always been Yao Bianliang who actively sought her out, treating her with passive-aggressive remarks and cold mockery.
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Now, with their positions reversed, it was finally her turn to mock Yao Bianliang!
Yao Xinxin's fingertips lightly tapped the keyboard, typing out the words she had rehearsed countless times in her dreams, character by character.
However, before she could finish typing, her phone vibrated with a "ding dong," and a new message popped up.
It was a message from Yao Bianliang.
[Yao Bianliang: Good sister, you've finally received a nomination. I'm truly happy for you.]
[Yao Bianliang: I knew that as long as you were willing to work hard and put your heart into it, you'd definitely be able to make a big splash in the entertainment industry.]
W е̌ b́ nо v̄е l̃ Е̄ńuḿ а
[Yao Bianliang: You certainly haven't disappointed me.]
Yao Xinxin: "..."
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Yao Xinxin: ???
Yao Xinxin stared at her screen for a long while, her expression gradually freezing.
Yao Bianliang was actually congratulating her proactively?!
What was going on in this person's head?
W̌ê_b ǹo v̆ el E ñu.m̆ ȧ
Yao Xinxin had imagined many possible reactions from Yao Bianliang—perhaps anger, perhaps unwillingness, perhaps enraged embarrassment.
But she had never imagined that the other would have such an attitude.
Especially the last sentence, which sounded like a gratified mother.
What's going on, do you actually look forward to me surpassing you?
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Yao Xinxin's emotions were complex. She couldn't help but look down at the passage she hadn't finished writing.
It was full of boasting and smugness, a barrage of mockery directed at Yao Bianliang.
Е̊ ṅ ūm̊ а . їd̊
Originally, there wasn't anything wrong with this passage, but now that Yao Bianliang had proactively sent messages to congratulate her, with a tone that seemed too sincere to be fake.
In light of this, her words now looked like the face of someone who had gained a small advantage and was getting above themselves.
Yao Xinxin: "..."
She often felt helpless because she couldn't keep up with Yao Bianliang's thought processes.
Did this person have some kind of brain problem?!
Yao Xinxin looked at the chat box, wanting to send the mocking words, but her finger raised and lowered, never pressing the button.
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In the end, Yao Xinxin gritted her teeth, deleted the text, and sent a question mark instead.
[Yao Xinxin: What do you mean?]
The other replied quickly.
[Yao Bianliang: I'm happy for you, so I came to congratulate you.]
Yao Xinxin fell silent.
She had finally made progress once, couldn't she be allowed to mock the other a bit, to express her inner resentment?!
Ẃ еb n о̃v̆е_l Ѐn̆ùma
Why did she suddenly come to congratulate her?
This way, she didn't even feel like showing off anymore, having been interrupted midway.
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"Who knows what Yao Bianliang is up to." Yao Xinxin gritted her teeth.
If it were her fan Xiao Jin sending such a message, she would definitely feel that the other was genuinely happy for her and specifically sending a message to congratulate her.
But this person was Yao Bianliang.
This was the Yao Bianliang who passive-aggressively mocked and coldly ridiculed her every day.
W̃ ѐbnòvе l Ё ñu m̃ а̂
So, this person definitely had other motives! Maybe she was holding back another move, waiting for her.
But then again...
Yao Xinxin looked at the text Yao Bianliang had sent, her mood becoming increasingly complex.
She suddenly felt that she didn't really need to be obsessed with competing against Yao Bianliang.
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Back when she was at the Yao family, she and Yao Bianliang were sisters, and they were easily compared by parents and relatives. So she subconsciously wanted to do better than Yao Bianliang.
At that time, she was very jealous of Yao Bianliang—jealous that Yao Bianliang could enjoy an affluent life for over ten years, while she could only grow up in a welfare institute from a young age.
E ṅu_m̂ ӓ .ĭd̈
Later, after being outperformed by Yao Bianliang in the variety show, she felt not only resentment but also fear—fear that the family affection she had worked so hard to obtain would once again be occupied by Yao Bianliang.
But now, times had changed. Yao Xinxin suddenly felt that she didn't need to remain fixated on this point.
Although Yao Bianliang often acted passive-aggressive and humble-bragged in front of her, she had never actually done anything to harm her.
Back in the Yao family days, the other had haunted her relentlessly, always trying to compete with her.
But thinking about it now, although she hadn't shown it as obviously as Yao Bianliang, hadn't she also been secretly competing with Yao Bianliang in her heart?
"Maybe I don't really need to obsess over this so much..." Yao Xinxin hesitated.
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She thought for a moment, then tentatively sent a new message to Yao Bianliang.
[Yao Xinxin: Yes, I'm going to star in another major international film next.]
This was the first time they had communicated so harmoniously and calmly.
Then Yao Xinxin saw the emoticon Yao Bianliang sent.
[Yao Bianliang: That's wonderful, sister! applause.jpg flower-throwing.jpg]
[Yao Bianliang: You need to work hard and maintain your hard-earned position. Don't let me overtake you. I'm waiting for you to go further and further on the international track.]
Е̌ñ ům a . і̃ d̂
Yao Xinxin: "..." There it was, that familiar flavor, that familiar passive-aggressiveness.
She would lose her position? What a joke!
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Where did this person get the confidence to think she would definitely surpass her?
[Don't. Worry. About. It!]
Yao Xinxin sent the message, emphasizing each word.
She had been wrong. She really shouldn't have had such high expectations for Yao Bianliang.
Ẃ е bn̂ӧ v̀е̊ l Е́ n ŭ m а̊
For a moment just now, she had actually had the illusion that Yao Bianliang was sincerely blessing her, even feeling a sense of shame in her heart.
Now it seemed this was just an illusion.
Yao Bianliang's treatment of her was, as always, terrible!
❀⋆｡°✿☆❀✿°｡⋆❀
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As the awards ceremony drew closer, Chen Shen and the others weren't idle during this time.
They were preparing for the new song.
W̌е̊b̆ n о v̊е̊ l Е̃n u ma
"Brother Chen, I've incorporated a flute section here. Listen and see what you think?"
Late at night, in the private group established by the composers, discussions were still very lively.
As night owls, they usually had more creative inspiration at night.
Of course, the more significant reason was that everyone had creative enthusiasm.
To retain them, Yao Bianliang had offered them remuneration that was top-tier in the entire industry.
Most of these people were nobodies, with the best among them having sold only one or two songs.
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With such generous treatment, who could maintain a normal mindset?
Moreover, Sister Liang had said she greatly appreciated their talents.
If they couldn't deliver sufficiently excellent works, they wouldn't be able to face themselves with a clear conscience.
No matter what, they had to achieve something noteworthy to repay Sister Liang's kindness in recognizing their talents!
Therefore, during this period, everyone's work state had been excellent. Sometimes they even dreamed about composing music. When they woke up the next morning, they would urgently record the inspiration they had dreamed of at night.
"Great, thank you, Brother Hu. I'll listen to it right away," Chen Shen immediately replied.
Е nŭ m а. ї d
Another female arranger joined in: "I think we can also add a flute section at these two points. The bamboo flute not only gives this song more of a traditional Chinese flavor but also better fits the film's plot—after all, the male lead uses a bamboo flute."
After working together during this period, everyone had gotten to know each other.
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Chen Shen was indeed an expert in creating traditional Chinese-style songs. He not only understood the currently popular styles but also knew theatrical singing techniques, able to perfectly integrate theatrical elements into songs, achieving a seamlessly beautiful effect.
He had plenty of good ideas, with endless inspiration. However, he also had obvious shortcomings—
His level in arranging wasn't high; he hadn't undergone professional training and lacked arrangement experience.
And a good arrangement often elevates the entire work's quality.
Еn ŭmа . î d
After listening to the song sent by the other party, Chen Shen's thoughts surged: "Indeed, the gradual addition of flute sounds creates new layers in the entire song—this is truly a stroke of genius!"
Arrangement, simply put, is adding other accompaniments to embellish a song based on the composer's style, forming a complete instrumental backing.
Through this method, a monotonous melody can become a complete song, presenting musical beauty that can touch people's hearts.
For traditional Chinese songs, besides being proficient in various music production software, arrangers also need to be very familiar with folk instruments, knowing what kind of instrumental accompaniment to add where to achieve the best effect.
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What Brother Hu was doing now was like pairing a beautiful necklace with a celebrity prepared for a runway show.
This wasn't merely an embellishment but rather a finishing touch that brings the work to life.
Wе b̄ n о̂v̊ӗl Е̇.nû m̀а
Everyone's spirits were lifted, inspiration gushing like a spring, as they continued their discussion.
As the song played, the film scenes seemed to unfold before their eyes.
War raging, pavilions collapsing, magnificent jewelry and fine silks and satins burning to ashes in the great fire.
Iron horses and golden spears trampling the prosperous ancient city, blood dyeing the soil red, the ground full of corpses. Clamor and gaiety disappeared, all transformed into wails and lamentations.
People in chaotic times were as small as dust, swept up in the torrents of the era, powerless to control their own fate.
Lovers couldn't stay with their beloveds; in such an environment, what awaited them could only be separation by life and death.
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The song was grand and majestic with a touch of sadness, tragic yet with an undying romance.
When the song played, it was as if one could see a pair of lovers embracing in the desolate ruins, surrounded by countless corpses.
And perhaps tomorrow, perhaps in the next second, they too would become members among the corpses.
After final touches and adjustments, the song presented an effect satisfying to everyone.
"This is great," Brother Hu exclaimed with joy. "This is the most satisfying work I've created so far!"
Chen Shen was also very excited internally.
Е̂ n̄um а
His level in arrangement was truly not good, but finding an arranger who could perfectly understand his intentions was extremely difficult.
As the saying goes, a confidant is hard to find. And now, he had finally found the best partner.
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"Should we... revise the lyrics a bit more?" the lyricist brother tentatively suggested.
"We can revise them," Chen Shen said. "Actually, I think the lyrics don't need to be too obscure or convoluted. They can be beautiful and simple."
Obscure and difficult-to-understand lyrics often make a song less spreadable—everyone understood this principle.
Of course, to achieve both subtle beauty and simple, straightforward sentences simultaneously requires exceptional skill from the lyricist.
Е̂ ǹ u mа . і d
"You're right," the lyricist brother pondered. "After listening to this melody, I have new inspiration. I'll try to simplify it!"
"By the way... shouldn't we give this song a name?" Brother Hu suggested.
Everyone fell into contemplation.
Chen Shen was the first to speak: "Personally, I think this song is sufficient to serve as the theme song for the entire film... why not call it 'Sigh of Floating Life'?"
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The same as the film's title, perfectly matching its atmosphere and theme.
The others thought about it and felt it was good.
Е̊ ń ūm ă
"Alright, then it's decided."
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Yao Bianliang learned about the freshly created "Sigh of Floating Life" on the third morning.
Since they hadn't found a singer yet, Chen Shen performed the song himself.
Chen Shen's singing skills were very average, but as the composer, he understood the song's atmosphere most deeply, so he sang it reasonably well.
In summary, he had no technique, just all emotion.
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Yao Bianliang silently listened to the end: "Did... Chen Shen write this?"
Why did it sound so good!
Had her aesthetic diverged from the public's?
Yao Bianliang couldn't quite understand, but she felt a bit anxious now.
Love has always been an eternal theme for songs.
There are many songs about love, often focusing on emotional expression, with pleasant melodies that can resonate with people.
Е̄num̊а̊ . і̆ d
Although she was an amateur and had been single from birth, when she heard this melody, her heart was still uncontrollably moved.
So when others heard this song, would they, like her, also be immersed in the story's atmosphere?
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What made her even more uneasy was that this time, the lyricist had performed extraordinarily well, writing lyrics that not only perfectly matched the melody's atmosphere but weren't obscure or difficult to understand at all!
"Could it be... that I'm feeling moved because I already know the plot?" Yao Bianliang pondered.
This wasn't impossible.
After all, she was the female lead of this film, constantly interpreting and immersing herself in the character's emotions.
E nûm̌a
Being half-immersed in the role, in this situation, hearing the film's theme melody would inevitably move her more than others.
Perhaps this was the reason she found this song particularly pleasant to hear?
"Xiaoli, what do you think of this song?" Yao Bianliang turned her head, asking Assistant Yan Xiaoli's opinion.
"Huh?" Yan Xiaoli scratched her head. "It feels... okay?"
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Another assistant nearby joined in: "It's not bad, but I still prefer rap, haha."
Seeing their lukewarm reactions, Yao Bianliang finally managed to suppress her unease.
W е̌.ḃ n̄ о̃v е l Ӗ nu mа
Hopefully, she was overthinking.
Her personal taste couldn't represent the public's taste!
Some melodies she personally particularly liked didn't necessarily mean those melodies would definitely become popular.
Besides, both the composer and lyricist were talents she had carefully selected from the "F" category.
After all, it was a rating given by over a hundred professionals. Even if there was some inflation in these results, the discrepancy shouldn't be too great.
With this thought, Yao Bianliang regained her composure.
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She looked down at her schedule. After this period of filming, the movie was progressing smoothly.
If nothing went wrong, they would finish all filming by the month after next.
And next Friday, she would need to ask the director for leave to attend the Golden Wave Awards ceremony.
Although she didn't know whether she would win or not, since she had been nominated, it would be proper for her to attend.
Her phone made a "ding dong" sound, the screen lit up, and a new message notification popped up at the top.
"Wen Xuan?" Yao Bianliang was slightly surprised.
Е n ũm̈ ǎ.і̇ d̃
Since "The Tianya Decree" finished filming, they all had their own matters to attend to, so they had been in less frequent contact.
She hadn't expected the other to proactively contact her at this time.
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[Wen Xuan: Sister Liang, I haven't congratulated you yet on your Best Actress nomination.]
[Wen Xuan: By the way... you'll be coming to the awards ceremony next Wednesday, right?]
The filming period for "The Tianya Decree" wasn't particularly long or short, but it was enough for Wen Xuan to be assimilated by others.
Although her actual age was older than Yao Bianliang's, calling her "Sister Liang" came more naturally than anyone else.
Ẅ е́ bǹ о vе̌l Е̌ñūm а̊
Yao Bianliang actually quite missed Wen Xuan's previous self—the one who liked to oppose her and even schemed to undermine her.
Unfortunately, this sister had now been corrupted by Ling Huanxuan, Xia Hong, and that group of people.
[Yao Bianliang: Thank you, and congratulations on your Best Supporting Actress nomination as well. I'll certainly attend the awards ceremony.]
While replying to the other party, Yao Bianliang also felt somewhat puzzled.
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Strange, why was Wen Xuan concerned about whether she would attend the awards ceremony?
Could it be that she had something important to tell her in person?
W ѐ b̈.ñӧv е̌ l E ǹ ûm̆а̂
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
[Wen Xuan: That's good, I was just asking.]
[Wen Xuan: See you at the awards ceremony!]
Yao Bianliang: "..."
She felt that Wen Xuan's attitude was odd, as if she was harboring some mischievous plan.
But regardless, it was a good thing that Wen Xuan attached such importance to the awards ceremony.
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For every celebrity, an event of this caliber was a good exposure opportunity.
With Wen Xuan there, she might be able to overshadow Yao Bianliang's spotlight.
This was a blessing in disguise.
Thinking this way, Yao Bianliang put away her phone and turned to look at Yan Xiaoli and the other assistant beside her.
"I'm going over there to ask the director for leave. You two sit and rest for a bit." Yao Bianliang waved to them.
"Oh? Alright, Sister Liang, you go ahead."
Ĕ n ú m̈ ã.і̌d̊
Yan Xiaoli obediently agreed, sat down nearby, and casually opened a bottle of mineral water to drink.
As the surroundings quieted down, Yan Xiaoli gradually realized that a beautiful and pleasant melody was lingering and echoing in her mind.
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This melody showed no sign of dissipating; instead, it became increasingly clear.
So, while drinking water, Yan Xiaoli began humming casually.
—The tune was precisely that of "Sigh of Floating Life" from earlier.
The other assistant heard this humming and looked over: "Is that the film's theme song?"
W̃ӗb́ nö v e̊ l Е n̈ ū ḿа̂
"Mm, seems like it." Yan Xiaoli hadn't expected that after listening just once or twice, she could remember part of the melody.
Of course, she couldn't remember the lyrics, nor could she recall all the melodies, so she could only repeatedly hum those two or three phrases of the main tune.
"Didn't you think this melody was quite ordinary? Why are you singing it now?" the assistant asked curiously.
While humming the tune, Yan Xiaoli said: "This melody is quite pleasant to listen to. Now my head keeps replaying this tune."
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It didn't seem like much at first hearing, but now, thinking back, it truly grew more flavorful with consideration!
Hearing this explanation, the assistant couldn't help but shrug, slightly dismissively: "I still prefer rap."
Еṅ üm̃ а̂
Yan Xiaoli nodded: "Mm, I like it too."
After a while.
A soft singing sound arose beside Yan Xiaoli.
She turned to look and found that assistant, fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm, had subconsciously started humming along with her.
Yan Xiaoli: "..."
