I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

That evening, Ye Huimei's house was quite lively.

They had barely finished eating dumplings when the battle for Xiao Chen began again.

Yang Mi opened her palm like she was presenting a treasure, and there lay a chocolate ball wrapped in gold foil.

"Xiao Chen, look at this! This is chocolate my dad brought back from abroad!"

Ferrero.

This was an absolute rarity in 1994.

Before Xiao Chen could react, a small, fair hand reached out from the other side, holding a slice of apple.

Liu Shishi didn't say anything, she just looked at Xiao Chen and silently put the apple to his mouth.

Yang Mi was furious and immediately got up to argue.

"I was here first!"

Tang Yan's face turned red with anxiety, and she was clutching a White Rabbit milk candy in her hand.

The candy wrappers were almost soaked with the sweat from her palms, but she still didn't have the courage to squeeze in, and could only mutter to herself from the side.

"Little brother Chenchen... I have one too..."

Little Reba looked at the three older sisters and struggled to reach out her little hand, desperately trying to stuff her teething biscuit into Xiao Chen's mouth.

Xiao Chen was caught in the middle.

On the left is the sweet aroma of chocolate, on the right is the refreshing scent of apples, and in front of you are the tempting aromas of milk candy and cookies.

He sighed, not taking sides, and simply blinked slowly.

"Sisters, eat first, then we'll play games together."

In short, it's about using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

The adults in the living room were all stunned.

good boy.

How can you speak so eloquently?

It was clearly a rejection, but the way he said it made it sound so gentle and considerate.

Ye Huimei covered her mouth, feeling incredibly proud.

Wang Jinhua's eyelids twitched as she read it.

Let alone girls his age, this kid will definitely be popular with all ages when he grows up!

The public relations department is not only very busy.

You'll definitely have to pay extra!

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the little girls were forcibly taken away by their respective parents.

Before leaving, Yang Mi leaned against the door frame and shouted.

"Little brother Xiao Chen! You wait for me!"

"I will definitely enter the entertainment industry!"

Liu Shishi stood quietly behind her, looked at Xiao Chen, and nodded heavily.

It was as if they were making a silent vow.

Tang Yan was too embarrassed to say too much, so she clenched her little fists and made up her mind.

……

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Xiao Chen slept in late, which was rare for him.

For him, a time traveler with the soul of an adult, this peaceful time was the true enjoyment.

For Wang Jinhua, the very first day of the Lunar New Year was a tough battle ahead.

Before dawn, her family's phone had already become the busiest hotline in all of Beijing.

Wang Jinhua answered the phone. On the other end was a director she knew in the industry, whose tone was full of amazement.

"Hey, Sister Jinhua! Congratulations!"

"Your Xiao Chen has really soared to new heights this time!"

Wang Jinhua responded politely.

"Congratulations to you all! Thank you so much for your appreciation."

At first, she thought it was just a normal congratulatory message.

However, less than thirty seconds after hanging up, the phone rang again.

"Mr. Wang! I'm from Shanghai TV."

"We'd like to ask how the licensing fee for the song 'The Little Insects Fly' is calculated? We'd like to use it for our station's gala!"

Wang Jinhua was stunned for a moment.

"The Flying Insects"?

Authorization fee?

Before she could think about it, the call came in again; it was from a tycoon at another record company.

"Jin Hua! Tell me the truth, which master wrote this song?"

"We want to sign all of his works! You name the price!"

Wang Jinhua was completely dumbfounded.

Then one phone call after another rang, from major television stations, record companies, and even several music industry titans who sent people to inquire.

At the heart of all the questions lies that simple nursery rhyme – "The Little Insects Fly".

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Even if a three-year-old actor becomes very popular, people will only say that he is talented and cute.

But a three-year-old original musician is different.

Xiao Chen dislikes participating in the world of fame and fortune and promoting himself, but as a top agent, Wang Jinhua has to create momentum for Xiao Chen.

Her eyes instantly sharpened.

Picking up the phone, Wang Jinhua stopped answering any other calls and dialed directly the number of the editor-in-chief of one of the most influential media outlets in the country.

Half an hour later.

While countless people were still immersed in the joy of "The Little Insects Fly" and trying to find the origin of the song.

A shocking piece of news, reported in the morning news flashes of several authoritative media outlets, ignited the entire nation.

[Exclusive! The lyricist and composer of the hit Spring Festival Gala song "The Little Insects Fly" has been revealed—it's actually the singer himself—three-year-old Xiao Chen!]

The news caused an uproar throughout the country!

Initially, the vast majority of people did not believe the news, and there were constant doubts.

"Is this for real? What kind of joke is this! Three years old? He can't even speak properly yet!"

"This is definitely a publicity stunt by the agency! They've gone to such lengths to promote this kid, they've lost all sense of shame?"

"Hilarious! If a three-year-old can write songs, does that mean I could write a biography at one year old? The media these days will report anything!"

In the days before the internet was widespread, people could only vent their doubts and ridicule through gossip on the streets.

However, as more and more mainstream media followed suit.

Even national-level television stations broadcast this story on their morning news, and the public opinion began to shift.

"Wait...it seems true? Even the state media reported it!"

"I asked some friends in the Spring Festival Gala directing team, and they said it seems to be true!"

"My God! If this is true, then what kind of monster is this kid named Xiao Chen?"

"I knew Chenchen was the most amazing little genius!"

The public has gone crazy!

Countless music critics have studied the score of "The Little Insects" over and over again.

To their horror, they discovered that while the song's structure was extremely simple, every note and every lyric precisely struck a chord with the public's emotions.

An elderly musician trembled with emotion during an interview.

"This isn't skill, it's pure talent!"

"A throat and brain kissed by God!"

"While we were still studying complex chords and those fancy words."

"This child, with the purest of talents, delivered a resounding slap to the face of all musicians!"

"The Chinese music scene is about to change!"

genius.

child prodigy.

A once-in-a-century event.

All sorts of fancy words were piled up on Xiao Chen overnight.

And at this moment, at the eye of the storm.

Xiao Chen was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a small piece of buttered bread in his hand, eating it in small bites.

Ye Huimei was on the phone, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Oh dear...yes, yes, yes...he hummed it himself..."

"I don't know what happened... maybe it's talent..."

"Huh? An interview? No, no, the child is too young, we don't accept any interviews at the moment..."

Xiao Chen listened to his mother's words, his dark, bright eyes remaining completely calm.

Everything was under his control.