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

a few days later.

Eighteen Cultures.

White invitation contracts covered Wang Jinhua's desk.

The most popular talk show in China, "Art Life," has offered an unprecedentedly high appearance fee.

Several internationally renowned food brands offered huge endorsement fees, just to have Xiao Chen take a picture with their products.

Even Shaw Brothers, the film mogul from Hong Kong, personally called to request a meeting with this musical prodigy.

Wang Jinhua pointed to the most conspicuous contract on the table, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"CCTV's 'Face to Face'".

"Xiao Chen, this is the top-tier interview program in China."

"We never invite any celebrities; we only interview scientists and artists who have made significant contributions to the country."

"They made an exception for you!"

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath.

What an honor!

Xiao Chen's small body was nestled in soft leather, his two short legs dangling, and he was sipping a cup of hot milk in his hands.

He looked calmly at Wang Jinhua.

"Aunt Hua."

"We don't want any of these."

Wang Jinhua thought she had misheard.

"What?"

"Chenchen, say it again?"

Xiao Chen put down the milk glass, his words clear and distinct.

"I said, we all refuse."

"Not only that, but I will not appear in public for a long time to come."

The office was extremely quiet.

Wang Jinhua's mind went blank; she couldn't understand Xiao Chen's words at all.

Has he gone mad?

Why disappear when the hype is at its peak?

This is practically self-destructive!

Wang Jinhua rubbed her forehead, trying to persuade her in the gentlest tone.

"Chenchen, are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid, Aunt Hua and Mom will be with you. We'll only choose the best programs, okay?"

Xiao Chen shook his head, his eyes revealing a calmness completely out of character for his age.

"Aunt Hua, fireworks are beautiful, but they only shine for a moment."

"Right now, I am that flame."

"Everyone marvels at my brilliance, but once the hype dies down and the novelty wears off, how many people will still remember me?"

"They will elevate me to a pedestal, and then, when I reveal flaws that don't fit their expectations, they will personally push me down and smash me to pieces."

Wang Jinhua stared blankly at Xiao Chen, unable to utter a single word.

Can a three-year-old understand these principles?

This is even more shocking than when he wrote "The Little Insects Fly"!

Xiao Chen continued speaking in a soft, gentle voice, using the calmest words possible.

"Actors rely on their work, and so do singers."

"Overexposure and participation in those boring variety shows and interviews will only deplete your mystique and charm."

"When the audience knows everything about you, they will no longer have expectations for your roles."

"What they see is always the you in variety shows, not the character in a drama."

"I don't want to be an entertainment star."

"I want to be an actor, an actor who will be remembered in history."

He paused for a moment, his dark, bright eyes staring directly at Wang Jinhua.

"Therefore, I need to learn and reflect."

"I need to disappear before I produce the next... no, countless works that can shut them up."

Looking at Xiao Chen's calm analysis, Wang Jinhua felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

Having been in the industry for so long, she has seen countless celebrities blinded by fame and fortune, as well as a few sober and restrained artists.

But she had never seen anyone who possessed such terrifying foresight at the age of three.

She slowly stood up and threw all those contracts—enough to drive the entertainment industry crazy—into the shredder.

"Chenchen, I understand."

"From today onwards, I will do whatever you say."

"Through mountains of knives and seas of fire, Aunt Hua will brave them with you."

She knew she had staked her entire career on it.

But she knew even more that she was about to witness the birth of a legend.

……

Time passes faster than anyone imagines.

The popularity of "The Flying Insects" is slowly fading.

In the first year, countless media outlets tried to find the musical prodigy, but all their efforts were in vain.

The following year, people would occasionally request this song in karaoke bars, lamenting what that child prodigy was doing now.

In the third year, new talent show idols and new hit songs captured people's attention.

The name Xiao Chen has almost been forgotten by the public.

Apart from his most loyal small group of fans, no one remembers the boy who amazed the entire nation on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

Four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In a prestigious primary school in Beijing.

Seven-year-old Xiao Chen is already in first grade.

He was taller than other children his age, and his face, which had lost its baby fat, was as exquisite as God's most outstanding work of art.

She has a pair of peach blossom eyes with slightly upturned corners. When she doesn't smile, she appears aloof and distant, but when she smiles, they seem to be filled with starlight.

He simply sat quietly in the corner of the classroom, yet he became the focus of attention for all the girls in the school, and even some female teachers.

But he was too quiet.

Aside from answering questions in class, he doesn't talk to anyone.

After class, while other boys chased and played on the playground, he always sat alone in the library reading.

No one knows what Xiao Chen did during those four years.

He completed all the courses from elementary school to high school.

He studied martial arts under the guidance of the best martial arts instructors in the country, improving his flexibility and coordination.

He practiced his voice and lines every day without fail, and studied the performance details of the best actors and actresses in classic movies.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity that will allow him to soar to new heights.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

Beijing Capital International Airport, VIP waiting lounge.

Xiao Chen sat alone on the sofa, carrying a small backpack.

He was holding a copy of "An Actor Prepares" written entirely in English.

He's going to the United States.

A person.

When Ye Huimei took him to the security checkpoint, her eyes were red from crying.

"Chenchen, how about Mommy goes with you?"

"Mom is worried about you traveling alone on the plane..."

Xiao Chen raised her head, her voice still sweet and clear.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

"Besides, Aunt Hua is still waiting for me over there. You can come over after things are settled there."

One sentence left Ye Huimei speechless, both amused and exasperated.

She's only seven years old, how can she not be a child anymore?

However, in the end, Xiao Chen boarded a flight to Los Angeles alone.

The first-class cabin was nearly empty.

The blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant's breath caught in her throat for half a second the moment she saw Xiao Chen.

God!

Where did this little angel come from?

It was a beauty that transcended gender and age, carrying a subtle sense of detachment that made people willing to give everything for him.

The flight attendant crouched down and asked in a sweet voice.

"Hello, little gentleman."

"Would you like something to drink? We have orange juice, milk, and cola."

Xiao Chen looked up from the book and answered in fluent English.

"A glass of warm water, please. Thank you, beautiful lady."

(A glass of warm water, thank you, beautiful lady)

The flight attendant was instantly touched.

This little boy is not only good-looking, but also so polite!

Even the voice is like heavenly music!

She practically ran to pour water for Xiao Chen, her face beaming with a lovestruck smile the whole way.

The surrounding passengers also cast amazed glances at them.

They whispered among themselves about which wealthy family this young man from the East, traveling alone in first class, belonged to.

Xiao Chen was completely oblivious to everything around him.

His gaze pierced through the clouds outside the plane window, looking towards the distant west.

There's a blockbuster production out there, and they're looking for the right actor.

That role, in a previous life, made another child star.

In this life, Xiao Chen is determined to have this role.

Amidst the deafening roar of the plane, a long-awaited smile finally appeared on the boy's lips.

Four years of silence.

Tigers should return to the mountains!