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

Wang Jing, not wanting to disrupt the actors' current state, rang out his signature loud voice on set.

"One more time! Quickly!"

"All departments, prepare!"

Li Lianjie, holding Xiao Chen's hand, returned to the front of the camera.

Looking at the small figure beside him, a strange feeling welled up inside him.

It's not the care and protection of an elder for a younger generation, but rather a respect for a worthy opponent.

"Action!"

As the clapperboard fell, the second scene officially began.

In this scene, Hung Hei-kwun is treating the wound on his son Hung Man-ting's hand.

There was no complicated staging or intense conflict; it was a purely dramatic play.

It tests the most delicate emotional communication between the actors.

Li Lianjie took out some wound medicine from his pocket and carefully applied it to Xiao Chen.

He acted very meticulously.

Because the character was constantly on the move and physically exhausted, Jet Li's fingers were trembling slightly.

When he focuses on his wound, his lips will unconsciously purse into a straight line.

These are micro-expressions specially designed by Jet Li for the character Hung Hei-kwun, representing a man's forbearance and perseverance.

Xiao Chen sat quietly, letting Li Lianjie manipulate his little hands.

He didn't cry or make a fuss, and he didn't even say anything.

He simply looked up, staring intently at Li Lianjie.

There was so much in those eyes.

There is dependence, there is admiration, and there is also a touch of heartache for the father.

Behind the monitor, Wang Jing held his breath.

The assistant director next to him was the same; he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

That's so true.

This is not acting!

They are clearly a father and son who are really fleeing from the end of their road!

The silent bond, presented through the lens, gripped everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, Wang Jing froze.

He stared intently at Xiao Chen's close-up shot.

Just now, Li Lianjie finished bandaging Xiao Chen's wounds and leaned against the side, panting heavily.

Xiao Chen then reached out his other, uninjured hand and gently stroked Li Lianjie's cheek.

Just as his little hand touched Li Lianjie, he pursed his lips into a straight line.

The gesture of pursing his lips is exactly the same as Jet Li's!

It's as if this action is telling Li Lianjie, "Don't be afraid, I can handle it too."

Wang Jing was dumbfounded.

Is this even possible?

This detail wasn't in the script, and Wang Jing didn't teach it either.

It's even more impossible for Jet Li to teach a three-year-old child to act out such detailed actions.

In other words, it was Xiao Chen who added the scene himself.

He's not just acting, he's also creating!

Xiao Chen observes his opponent, then incorporates the opponent's details into his own performance, and then gives feedback to his opponent!

What terrifying talent for performance!

Li Lianjie, who was in the play, felt a hundred times more impactful than Wang Jing.

When he saw Xiao Chen's tightly pursed lips, he froze.

In that instant, he even forgot that he was acting, and all that remained in his heart was a deep sense of emotion.

At this moment, he is Hong Xiguan, and the child in front of him is the bloodline he is willing to protect with his life!

Li Lianjie pulled Xiao Chen into a tight embrace, his eyes instantly reddening.

This moment is not a performance of sadness, but a genuine outpouring of emotion.

He held the small body in his arms, and a tear silently slid down his cheek.

Wang Jing couldn't hold back any longer and jumped up from behind the monitor.

"Click!"

"Perfect! Absolutely perfect!!!"

Wang Jing felt his blood boiling.

He's so lucky.

To think we've found such a rare genius!

The moment the camera stopped, the tragic atmosphere vanished instantly.

Xiao Chen crawled out of Li Lianjie's arms, her little mouth pouting, looking like she was about to cry.

"Uncle Jie, you...you're hurting me."

Xiao Chen stretched out his chubby little hands and rubbed his arms, which were being held tightly, complaining in a childish voice.

That bewildered and aggrieved look—where was the resolute and patient young man from just moments before?

Everyone present was stunned.

No?

What happened?

Where is Xiao Chen, the actor who was just acting alongside the Best Actor?

How did it suddenly turn into a tiny baby?

Li Lianjie also stared blankly at Xiao Chen.

He hadn't yet shaken off the emotions from the role, but the son in his arms had instantly switched back into a little baby who needed to be comforted.

This immense sense of disconnection gave him a feeling of temporal and spatial disorientation.

Li Lianjie took a deep breath and looked carefully at Xiao Chen.

"Xiao Chen, why did you just mimic my pursing of your lips?"

He still asked the question.

For a professional actor, the answer to this question is extremely important.

Xiao Chen tilted his head, his expression innocent and naive.

"Learning from you?"

He was sucking on his finger, seemingly trying to think through Li Lianjie's words.

After a while, he spoke hesitantly.

"Because Uncle Jay, you look so sad."

"My mom says boys have to be strong and shouldn't cry."

I want to tell you that I am strong, and I can protect you.

These few simple words are the answer that best reflects a child's logic.

Li Lianjie reached out and ruffled Xiao Chen's soft hair, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at Xiao Chen.

He has worked with countless award-winning actors and actresses, but none of them have ever given him such a stunning experience.

There's no need to guide or design when acting with this child.

You can get the most authentic feedback simply by giving yourself completely over.

Li Lianjie turned to look at Wang Jing, who was walking towards him.

"Director Wang, acting with this kid is much smoother than acting with many veteran actors."

Wang Jing was beaming from ear to ear.

He walked up to Xiao Chen and squatted down, not daring to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the little darling.

"Little friend, tell me, do you want to keep acting?"

Wang Jing patiently and persuasively guided the child, like a strange uncle trying to lure a child with a lollipop.

"If you're willing, I'll reserve a role for you in all of my future movies!"

He looked at Xiao Chen with an extremely serious expression.

"With your talent, it would be a huge loss to the entire Chinese-language film industry if you didn't continue acting!"

He said this with absolute certainty, completely ignoring the shocked expressions of the staff around him.

A director made such a solemn promise to a three-year-old child.

This is unheard of in the entire Hong Kong entertainment industry.

The staff were so envious their eyes turned red.

This kid is probably going to rise to the top in one fell swoop!

Faced with Wang Jing's enthusiastic invitation, Xiao Chen simply gave a delicate little yawn.

He rubbed his eyes and leaned softly against Li Lianjie's legs.

"Uncle, acting is so tiring."

"I want to sleep……"

After saying that, he smacked his lips and actually closed his eyes, his breathing gradually becoming steady.

Wang Jing: "..."

Li Lianjie: "..."

The entire crew: "..."

Looking at the tiny figure sleeping soundly on the movie star's lap, everyone was plunged into a strange sense of self-doubt.

So, those two amazing performances just now were like child's play to him.

Did you fall asleep after playing for a while?

This world is so magical!