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

Watching from the side, Leslie Cheung's eyes also welled up with tears.

He stepped forward, without saying much, but habitually ruffled Xiao Chen's soft hair.

"Little sun, remember, the sun also needs to set and rest."

"Don't always be the one illuminating others; remember to recharge yourself."

Xiao Chen raised his head and looked at this exceptionally handsome man.

He saw a bottomless sea in Leslie Cheung's eyes.

Xiao Chen knew that his brother was depressed again.

After thinking it over carefully, Xiao Chen spoke seriously.

"Brother, there will be stars and the moon when it gets dark, and their light is very bright."

"You are the brightest star."

Leslie Cheung froze completely.

He stared blankly at Xiao Chen, his heart pounding as if something had struck him hard.

The brightest star...

Yes, how could he forget that he too can be a star?

It doesn't have to be the sun that shines forever during the day.

The boarding announcement tone sounded at an inopportune time.

Ye Huimei walked over and smiled apologetically.

"Brother, Sister Mei, we're about to board the plane."

The moment of parting has finally arrived.

Xiao Chen released Mei Yanfang and waved to Leslie Cheung.

Goodbye, Sister Mei; goodbye, Brother.

He turned around, took Ye Huimei's hand, and walked step by step toward the boarding gate without looking back.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui stood there, motionless for a long time.

Even after the small figure completely disappeared at the end of the passage, they still stared at it intently.

Mui Yim-fong murmured to herself, her voice trembling with tears.

"Is he... really only seven years old?"

Leslie Cheung did not answer.

He simply raised his head and looked out at the azure sky, the seawater in his eyes gradually transforming into a sky full of stars.

he knows.

This child named Xiao Chen was like a shooting star, streaking across their lives.

But the light that remains is enough to illuminate all the darkness of the rest of one's life.

……

A few days later, in Beijing.

Unlike the humid and hot air in the port city, the wind here carries a dry coolness.

But this chill couldn't penetrate Wang Jinhua's office at all.

She felt like she was being strangled by the telephone cord!

"Feed? Rock Records?"

"Xiao Chen doesn't release singles; he's an actor, thank you!"

The call was disconnected with a snap.

The phone rang shrilly again, as if it were a death knell.

Wang Jinhua scratched her already messy hair, her arm trembling as she answered the phone.

"Warner? No, no, no, our Xiao Chen has no plans to enter the music industry for the time being; he wants to focus on acting."

"What?! You're willing to wait ten years for him? Until his voice goes through puberty?!"

"Big brother, he's only seven years old!"

Wang Jinhua practically yelled as she hung up the phone, then yanked the cord out.

The world is finally peaceful.

She slumped in the boss's chair, staring at the mountain of faxes piled up on the table.

They were all letters of intent to sign contracts from major record companies, with each one offering more outrageous terms than the last.

The culprit behind all this is currently squatting in the corner of the office, stuffing things into his little yellow duck backpack.

A pack of Want Want Mini Buns.

A bottle of AD calcium milk.

There's also a Rubik's Cube.

Wang Jinhua sighed and walked over.

"My ancestor, you've really given me a great job."

Xiao Chen zipped up his backpack and said in a serious tone.

"Aunt Hua, I'm an actress."

Wang Jinhua has said the same thing over the phone no less than eight hundred times today.

But when Xiao Chen said it, it carried an undeniable authority.

Wang Jinhua pinched his cheek.

"Of course I know you're an actor."

"But who told you to sing so dangerously?"

"Your sister Mei and brother both called to ask me, saying that their company's recording studio is always open for you."

Xiao Chen blinked, stood up, and gently patted Wang Jinhua's shoulder.

"Aunt Hua, thank you for your hard work."

"I'll bring you some delicious chocolate when I get back from America."

This sight made Wang Jinhua both angry and amused.

What else could she say?

This child was born to do this job.

He knew better than anyone else the path he was on.

What she had to do was clear all the obstacles in his path.

Even if these obstacles are the golden road that countless people dream of.

The filming of Home Alone 2 went smoothly.

However, after filming wrapped, Xiao Chen disappeared from the public eye once again.

Aside from the occasional paparazzi photos of him going to and from school, he acted like an ordinary student and never took on any acting roles.

Some say he has lost his creative spark.

Some say he offended a powerful figure and was blacklisted.

There are many rumors circulating, but Xiao Chen and his team have not given a response.

And so, Xiao Chen faded from the public eye once again.

……

Four years later, in the summer of 2001.

The school bell rang at the gate of Beijing No. 4 Middle School, signaling the end of the school term.

Crowds poured out of the school gate.

A figure instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Twelve-year-old Xiao Chen had already grown tall and slender.

He wore the simplest white school uniform and blue sweatpants, yet he managed to create the look of a haute couture runway show.

Four years have sculpted his features into something even more refined.

The baby fat has faded, revealing a smooth jawline, and the eyebrows and eyes have matured, giving the boy a unique clarity.

Xiao Chen simply walked quietly, creating his own world.

A girl with a ponytail, her face flushed, mustered her courage and blocked his way.

"Xiao Chen!"

She was clutching a pink letter tightly in her hand.

Xiao Chen stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't impatient; he just quietly watched the girl who was so nervous she was about to cry.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?"

His voice also changed, shedding its soft, childlike tone and becoming clear and melodious.

The girl felt weak all over under his gaze and stammered as she handed over the envelope.

"I...I like you!"

"This...this is a letter for you!"

Xiao Chen didn't answer, but smiled.

"Thank you for your appreciation."

"However, right now I just want to focus on my studies."

An irresistible reason.

The girl was stunned.

He was clearly rejecting her, but it was impossible not to dislike him.

Xiao Chen nodded slightly and walked past her.

"Sorry, my mom is still waiting for me."

Even after he got into the car, the girl remained in the posture of handing over the letter.

Inside the car, Ye Huimei looked at her son through the rearview mirror.

"Another one?"

Xiao Chen put down his schoolbag and rubbed his temples helplessly.

"Mom, they should spend their time on more meaningful things."

Ye Huimei was both amused and exasperated.

"for example?"

Xiao Chen thought about it seriously.

"For example, consider the origin of the universe?"

Ye Huimei was amused by him.

Her son was different from other children from a young age.

He was as composed as a little old man, yet he would occasionally utter a witty remark.

The car smoothly drove into a quiet alley.

With its blue bricks and gray tiles, and shady green trees, it completely isolates itself from the noise of the outside world.

The car stopped in front of a vermilion gate.

There were no plaques hanging above the door, only two majestic stone lions.