Huayu: I'm reborn, but you still force me to be a scumbag?

Chapter 469 Spring Festival Gala (8500 words)
Since its inception, the Spring Festival Gala has been accompanied by countless topics and controversies.

Whether you love it or disdain it, you cannot deny its special status during the Chinese New Year.

From 2000 to 2011, its national viewership never fell below 30% in those eleven years. The highest viewership was in 2004, reaching an astonishing 41.5%, a peak for the past decade. In other words, out of approximately 3.5 million households nationwide, more than 1.4 million watched the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve that year.

Even more impressively, its viewership share reached 74.15%—meaning that out of 100 households that turned on their TVs that night, more than 74 were watching the Spring Festival Gala.

So terrifying.

While the immense influence of CCTV was certainly a contributing factor to this phenomenon, the more crucial reason lay in the fact that at the time, television penetration in Chinese households had exceeded 95%, while the internet had not yet achieved widespread adoption, and mobile devices were far from commonplace. The Spring Festival Gala became the primary form of entertainment for most Chinese families, especially those in northern China, during their New Year's Eve reunions, becoming a cultural ritual shared by the entire nation.

However, since 2006, the viewership of the Spring Festival Gala has been declining year by year.

There are many theories about the reasons: some believe it is due to a decline in program quality, others say it is due to an outdated format, and still others believe that the Spring Festival Gala no longer meets the aesthetic expectations of young audiences in the face of the rich and diverse entertainment activities on the Internet.

Regardless of the explanation, the result is remarkably clear—the 2010 Spring Festival Gala managed to maintain a respectable 40.13% viewership, ranking as the second highest in the past decade. However, just one year later, the 2011 Spring Festival Gala's viewership plummeted to 31.04%, marking the lowest point since the beginning of the new century.

The scenery remains, but the glory is long gone.

This was the situation the 2012 Spring Festival Gala faced.

Especially after Beijing News broke three days ago that Zhao Benshan would be absent from this year's Spring Festival Gala, it seems that nothing can make the people of the whole country look forward to the Spring Festival Gala again.

But under these circumstances, a fashion blogger with over 10,000 followers suddenly posted a screenshot on Weibo at 3:12 PM on January 17, 2012, without any warning.

The screenshot shows a long article typed in the phone's notepad.

The article's content was so bizarre that it immediately caused a sensation among her fans. This long-haired blogger, who usually posted daily outfits, designer bags, cosmetics, and travel photos, typically had an average of twenty to thirty sycophantic comments per post. Only posts showing cleavage or thighs would garner fifty to sixty lecherous comments with drooling emojis.

But after the article was published, the sycophants and perverts all got excited and stopped posting emojis and started typing. In just a short while, the number of comments exceeded one hundred.

The blogger, "Meimei's Little White Sheep," responded to each of the previous comments.

"Holy crap, Xiaomei, is it true? Is it really Chen Nuo?" "Yes, he took off his mask at the end, I saw it clearly."

"Someone like Chen Nuo could work as a taxi driver?" "I can't believe it either, but it's true."

"Is Xiaomei a fan of Chen Nuo?" "Yes, but this is also true. My cousin was there at the time."

"Haha, that's a bit far-fetched." "Reality is more absurd than fiction."

"Why are there no photos?" "Because we were so excited. When my cousin and I finally saw him take off his mask and reveal his face, we were completely stunned and didn't even realize it. We were just trying it out and never expected it to actually be him. It was amazing."

Because of the blogger's earnest comments, more and more of her fans believed this story, which seemed even more absurd than a novel. The number of comments and reposts also increased, and finally, it was seen by an entertainment blogger with more than 200,000 followers, who then reposted it on his Weibo.

This immediately caused a fission-like diffusion effect, and from that moment on, the number of comments in the fashion blogger's comment section began to increase rapidly at a rate of dozens or even hundreds per minute.

Can you draft your boasts beforehand?

"Such an absurd story has a credibility of less than one in a billion."

"I strongly suspect that the blogger is a shill sent by a Beijing taxi company."

"People who believe this should recharge their brains; I believe your IQ is seriously deficient."

"There are rumors every day, but this is the most outrageous."

"Your novel is so wonderful, I finished it without even realizing it. Is there a sequel?"

Seeing the comments piling up, and the vast majority of them being critical and sarcastic, the lovely little white sheep finally couldn't hold back any longer and posted another Weibo update at 6:04 PM:
“I understand why you don’t believe it. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it either. This afternoon, my cousin and I originally just planned to go shopping, but we ended up sitting in Starbucks and chatting for the entire afternoon. It felt like a dream.”

My biggest regret now is not telling him in the taxi that I've liked him for three years.

His posters and photos accompanied me through the most difficult period of my senior year of high school. During my lowest point, he gave me comfort and strength, which ultimately helped me achieve my goal of getting into my ideal university.

I've supported every one of his movies in theaters, but my favorite is still the scene in "Twilight Saga: The Final Chapter" where Edward is tortured in the sunlight. That restrained pain and suppressed despair makes me cry every time I watch it.

I had so much to say to him, but as I wrote in my previous blog post, I only said three sentences.

Fellow Nuomi fans, I want to tell you—NuoNuo is really gentle and approachable in real life. My cousin and I didn't know him at all, so he could have easily ignored us. But when my cousin called him, he still responded.

For him, it may have been just an ordinary moment in his life, but for my cousin and me, it is a memory we will never forget.

I'm very happy now; I didn't love the wrong person during my youth.

After the article was published, the hashtag "Someone encountered Chen Nuo in a taxi" quickly rose to the top of the trending search list. Although many people still expressed doubts, the tone of the comments section clearly began to change, with many people expressing envy for the blogger, and some even claiming to have cried while reading the entire article.

At the same time, many professional entertainment gossip media outlets also keenly noticed another key point in the article besides "taxi"—

Chen Nuo got off the car at the newly opened CCTV building.

Although in her initial Weibo post, Meimei's Little White Sheep mentioned asking the "masked man" if he was going to participate in CCTV's rehearsal, the man denied it.

But if that "masked man" really is Chen Nuo, will he admit it?

Moreover, this clue happens to match the previously circulated rumor that "Chen Nuo may join the Spring Festival Gala"!
In a short time, the credibility of the article increased rapidly, the number of reposts on Weibo skyrocketed, entertainment media outlets reprinted and reported on it, and various self-media and marketing accounts also began to follow suit and hype it up.

Soon, the phone of Ma Dong, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, was bombarded with calls from countless reporters.

Although Ma Dong did not respond directly, he left behind a meaningful statement: "Anything is possible."

After answering two phone calls, he simply handed the phone to his assistant. But this ambiguous statement, coupled with his evasive attitude, immediately sparked a new wave of frenzied speculation and heated discussion in the media.

"Is Chen Nuo really going to be on the Spring Festival Gala?"

At 1 p.m. on January 18, 2012, before the final rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala, the number of media reporters waiting at the main gate of the original CCTV site was about one-third more than the number waiting for the fifth rehearsal two days earlier.

"What's going on? Who's all these people? Mani, do you know?" As soon as Cai Zhuoyan got out of the car, she was startled by the barrage of flashing lights. She instinctively covered her face with her hand and quickly walked towards the gate, turning her head to ask as she went.

Her participation in this year's Spring Festival Gala was made possible by her agency, Eagle Entertainment, which put in a lot of effort. As a result, the entire company attached great importance to it, and her agent, Mani Huo Wenxi, personally accompanied her during the rehearsals.

However, even the shrewd and capable Huo Wenxi in the Hong Kong entertainment circle was a little confused at this moment, and hesitantly said, "Maybe Faye Wong will also be here this time? I don't know, I'll go and find out later. Put your hands down and let them take pictures."

The first lesson for Hong Kong artists is how to face the media. Choi Cho-yin's initial reaction was just a subconscious instinct, but after Huo Wenxi's reminder, she immediately realized this was a rare opportunity for exposure. So she quickly lowered her hand and flashed a sweet smile at the media reporters at the entrance.

Later, when Tsai Cho-yen entered Studio One of the old CCTV and went to the dressing room with her name on it to get her makeup done, the other two female artists were already there in the dressing room for three people.

One was Wang Luodan, who sang the opening chorus "Happy Chinese New Year" with her, and the other was a cute girl with a round face and big eyes. The two of them were chatting, but when they saw her come in, they immediately stopped talking, stood up and greeted her.

"Hello, Sister Ah Sa."

"Hello, beautiful lady."

"Haha, hello Dandan." Cai Zhuoyan laughed, first hugged Wang Luodan, whom she had met on many occasions before, and then waved to another girl she was meeting for the first time, saying in heavily accented Hong Kong-accented Mandarin, "Hello, Liying, nice to meet you, you are very beautiful."

"No, Ah Sa, you're the prettiest one."

"Haha, when did you guys arrive? You were almost done with your makeup."

Wang Luodan said, "It's been more than half an hour for me, while Liying has been here even longer."

Tsai Cho-yen laughed and said, "I won't chat with you any longer. It's almost my turn, so I need to draw quickly."

She sat down, and her makeup artist, who had come from Hong Kong, began to do her makeup. The costume designer was also getting ready. Huo Wenxi, however, used her social skills to chat with Wang Luodan and Zhao Liying while they were getting their makeup done.

After exchanging only a few words, he started asking about the reporters at the main gate.

“There weren’t this many people the last few times we came,” Huo Wenxi said. “What’s going on today, Dandan, Miss Zhao, do you know?”

Wang Luodan smiled as she looked at her in the makeup mirror and said, "Liying will know more about this. You can ask her."

Huo Wenxi smiled and looked to the side, saying, "Miss Zhao knows?"

Zhao Liying hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

Seeing her hesitation, Huo Wenxi smiled and said, "Miss Zhao is so young, I think this is her second time on the Spring Festival Gala, right? That's really impressive. Actually, our two companies have always had a good relationship. Our boss, Mr. Yang, and your boss, Mr. Chen, had dinner together in Hong Kong before, and I was there too. Now our Ah Sa is in the same dressing room as you, it's really quite a coincidence."

Zhao Liying smiled and said, "It is quite a coincidence. Well, Sister Xi, it's really nothing. I guess those reporters were probably there because of Chen Nuo."

"Huh?" Huo Wenxi exclaimed in surprise, "Chen... he's coming? He wasn't at the previous rehearsals!"

Zhao Liying said, "I don't know either. I just heard it from the company. It's possible. But I can't say for sure what will happen in the end."

"I see," Huo Wenxi murmured, then his spirits lifted. "With so many reporters here, that makes it very likely?"

"I really don't know, Sister Wenxi."

That's what they say, but Huo Wenxi's spirit has already been put to the test.

She went back to Cai Zhuoyan and whispered, "If Chen Nuo really comes later, you must go up and say hello to him."

Tsai Cho-yen whispered, "But I don't know how to say it?"

“What’s so hard to say? Just say you’ve heard so much about me. And didn’t William tell you that the two of them had dealings before? Just say that William is your boyfriend now and he asked you to say hello to him for me.”

"Oh? No way. William said he even insulted him back then, and the two of them have no relationship."

Huo Wenxi said with exasperation, "It's just a topic, just something to talk about, it won't kill you. You know how big a show his Huanxin Company is making in Hong Kong right now. He's even the lead actor, and they're selling it directly to Hollywood and America for broadcast. This has never happened in Hong Kong before. If you could get a role in it, it would only benefit you, do you understand?"

"I know, but..."

"Don't say 'but,' just listen to me. When the time comes, just go up and say hello. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, I know."

However, even after Tsai Cho-yen finished her makeup and rehearsal, and lingered at the scene for about 40 minutes until after 4 p.m., she still hadn't seen him and finally had to leave.

Reporters who had rushed to the scene based on online posts received the same treatment. They waited from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m., shivering in the cold wind, but failed to take a single photo. News from the Spring Festival Gala venue indicated that none of the staff or performers present had seen anyone, and by 7 p.m., most of them had finally dispersed.

So, around 10 p.m., after most of the celebrities had finished recording their programs and left, an ordinary BMW drove into the deserted CCTV gate without attracting any attention...
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"Why would they do this? What's the point of hiding the media? It'll be revealed sooner or later anyway. The Spring Festival Gala is just a few days away, isn't it?" Professor Qi Yifei, Qi Yuntian's father, asked with a curious expression.

Li Er, standing to the side, said irritably, "Why are you asking so many questions about the entertainment industry? Do you think you could understand even if I explained it to you?"

Chen Nuo felt that Professor Li used to be quite gentle, but he didn't know if it was because he had spent a lot of time with his mother, anyway... sigh.

Seeing Professor Qi's embarrassed expression, Chen Nuo felt a little apologetic and quickly smoothed things over, saying, "Uncle Qi, actually, it's not just you; I don't understand it either. I asked them what was the point. They said they wanted to create some publicity. After all, they've been under a lot of pressure this year..."

"You're under a lot of pressure, so you're just using me as a gimmick? You're willing to do that?" Li Er sneered.

Chen Nuo chuckled, "Mainly because they came all the way to LA to find me, I think... they're quite sincere." "Heh, sincere. Sigh, whatever. You're too soft-hearted. Be careful, they might use you and then kick you aside. Don't laugh, you think it's impossible? That just means you don't know enough!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely be careful not to let them kick me away."

“Grinning and smirking…” Li Er glanced at him, but her eyes widened immediately. She cried out in surprise, jumped up from the sofa, and ran forward. “Hey, why did you get down by yourself? Be careful, be careful, don’t move, wait for Grandma to come and pick you up!”

Chen Nuo looked in the direction Li Er ran and saw a beautiful little girl walking down the spiral staircase of his villa. The marble floor was a bit slippery and steep. Qi Chuyu was almost 4 years old, but she was still shorter than most children. She was walking with some difficulty, which explained Li Er's nervousness.

Seeing this, Chen Bicheng, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, smiled and said, "Professor Qi, wouldn't you say Professor Li is spoiling me a bit?"

Qi Yifei laughed and said, "Yes, it definitely counts, but who dares to say anything about her? I don't dare."

"Hahahaha." Chen Bicheng laughed shamelessly, "Professor Qi has the style of a man from Xichuan."

Chen Nuo gave his father a disdainful look, then heard the sound of an engine, turned around and saw a Bentley drive in from the driveway and stop at the garage entrance.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Zhang Yiyi, who had grown her hair long again and tied it in a small ponytail, opened the door and got out of the back seat, smiling as she looked at him through the glass wall.

At 1 p.m. on January 19, three days before Lunar New Year's Eve on the 22nd, the Chen, Qi, and Zhang families gathered at Chen Nuo's Ziyu Mountain Villa Puyuan.

We're all acquaintances; we even traveled to the US together before, so there's no awkwardness between us.

Although Zhang Yiyi's mother had aged considerably, she was still in good spirits. When she saw Chen Nuo at the door, she smiled happily, took his hand, and asked him a lot of questions.

After entering the house, he greeted Qi Yifei and Chen Bicheng, and then talked for a while with Li Er, who was holding Qi Chuyu. He praised the little girl highly, which made Professor Li smile from ear to ear.

Finally, when Pan Chengrong came out of the kitchen with a big smile to greet her, she couldn't stay still and went to the kitchen with Pan Chengrong and Cui Xueli to cook.

After spending the past year together, Li Er seems to truly treat Qi Chuyu like his own granddaughter. Although he was sitting on the sofa talking to Chen Bicheng with Qi Yifei, his eyes were always on the little girl.

Qi Chuyu was talking to Qi Yuntian in a babbling voice.

With the cochlear implant, the girl has begun to relearn pronunciation. After a period of learning, she can now speak some sentences and words, but they are still not very clear. Qi Yuntian, who had just picked her up, showed no impatience. He spoke to her gently, asking and answering her questions. When she couldn't hear something clearly, he repeated it again and again until Xiao Chuyu could understand it.

Chen Nuo, meanwhile, looked at Li Yu's protruding belly and said with a smile, "This must be twins."

Zhang Yiyi laughed so hard her face was practically splitting open. "I thought so too, and I was planning to go to the hospital for an X-ray, but she didn't want to."

"What's the point of taking pictures? Whether it's a boy or a girl, one or two, we'll know once they're born," Li Yu said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

She showed no awareness of being an older mother, brushed Zhang Yiyi's hand aside, and began to stroll around the living room with her large pregnant belly, clicking her tongue in amazement as she went. After walking around for a while, she exclaimed with a look of admiration, "Is this the legendary number one mansion in Beijing? Hunan TV's 'Meteor Shower' should have filmed here to capture the feeling. What were those other places they had? The houses I saw on TV weren't even as nicely decorated as your bathroom."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "Actually, if a film crew comes to rent it, I can really do it. Anyway, I only live here a few days a year, so renting it out would be a way to generate income."

"Just one person, really?" Li Yu smiled and pointed. "Whose is that?"

Chen Nuo turned his head to look.

In the corner of the living room, a white stocking lay lying, blending into the floor and barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

It has to be said, Li Yu has incredibly sharp eyes. Pan Chengrong and Li Er had been there for most of the day without noticing, but this woman spotted them after just one stroll around.

Chen Nuo quickly went up, picked up the stockings, and put them in her pocket.

Li Yu lowered his voice and chuckled, "Whose? Liu Yifei's?"

Zhang Yi went to the restroom, and Chen Nuo, without any embarrassment, nodded and said, "Yes."

Li Yu laughed and said, "I couldn't tell."

Chen Nuo was speechless at that moment.

Because what Li Yu said was indeed true.

You wouldn't guess it. Who would have thought that Sisi not only cooked him a whole table of food, but also disguised herself as the food?
Who can imagine what Liu Yifei would look like when she put on white stockings and a newly bought white lace suit, and even got a full-body waxing to welcome him back to China?
Anyway, when the woman finally stood in front of him, striking a seductive pose with her curves, the contrast between her pure and beautiful appearance and her wanton and alluring behavior made him unable to resist.

These stockings are what the two of them left behind when they were fooling around in the living room.

It wasn't that he wasn't thorough enough in cleaning up the mess; the main issue was that while Sisi's cooking skills were only average, her lovemaking techniques had improved dramatically with age, forcing Chen Nuo to be on his toes and give it his all, though it wasn't as easy as before. Cleaning up inevitably led to some carelessness and oversights.

After making a small joke, Li Yu didn't say anything more.

As a woman who is going to be a mother in two months, her biggest concern is still movies.

"I've rewritten the script recently, and I plan to have Zhang Xinyu from your company play the role again. After I give birth to the baby, I'll rest for two months and then I can start working again, which should be about half a year. Could you please tell the person in charge at your company so I can schedule a time with her?"

Chen Nuo was not about to agree. He laughed it off and said, "I don't care about company matters. You can have Zhang Yiyi go find Qi Da later."

Li Yu smiled and said, "Yi Yi agrees too. If you don't believe me, fine, it's no use talking to you. I'll handle it myself when the time comes. Last time... sigh, it was my fault. Actually, Zhang Xinyu is very good. Although her foundation is a bit weak, I really haven't seen that kind of hard work and self-discipline in many actresses. I believe that as long as she works hard enough to break through that ceiling of talent, her future is limitless. I also had a very pleasant time working with her. Your company shouldn't give up on her."

Chen Nuo laughed and said, "How many people are there in our company? We can't give up."

Li Yu said, "Really? But I heard your company is planning to promote a few new talents this year?"

"They are all temporarily focusing on television dramas."

"Oh." Li Yu seemed relieved. "That's good. By the way, are you going to be on the Spring Festival Gala this year? There are all sorts of rumors going around, it's really unpredictable. I even saw an article online yesterday saying that you took a taxi to the rehearsal, is that true or not?"

"Hahaha... Sorry, it's a secret."

That's what they said, but as soon as Pan Chengrong and Cui Xueli finished cooking a whole afternoon and put the dishes on the table, and the three families raised their glasses to take a sip together, Chen Nuo received a text message.

It was sent by Ma Dong.

He paused for a moment after reading it.

Then I took the remote and turned on the TV.

The others looked at his actions strangely, and Chen Bicheng asked, "What are you doing? We're drinking and chatting, why are you turning on the TV?"

Chen Nuo didn't respond to him immediately, but instead switched the TV to CCTV-1.

At this point, the news broadcast had already begun.

Qi Yuntian was the first to react, letting out a cry of surprise.

Li Yu was the second to directly state the contents of Chen Nuo's text message: "Nuozi, are you going to be on the news?"

Chen Nuo going to perform on the Spring Festival Gala is something countless celebrities would covet, but Li Er was still a little unhappy. However, upon hearing that Chen Nuo would be appearing in the 7 o'clock program, he threw down his chopsticks and ignored Qi Chuyu, getting off the table and walking over to ask, "What are the arrangements made by the Spring Festival Gala production team?"

Chen Nuo nodded and said, "It should be."

“No, no.” Li Er thought for a moment and shook his head. “If it were really their arrangement, why would they only inform you now?”

Chen Nuo thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

"Let's take a look, then we'll eat," Li Er said calmly, his face expressionless.

Well, once Professor Li said we could eat after we finished watching, none of the three families dared to object. No one even dared to suggest moving the table so we could watch while we ate.

If you don't want to eat, then don't. Looking at Pan Chengrong's happy face, it seems like she can't eat either.

Chen Bicheng sat on the sofa and unconsciously wanted to light a cigarette. He had it in his mouth when he remembered that there were children around, so he put the cigarette down.

In the end, Kang Hui on TV didn't keep this whole house full of people, big and small, including pregnant women and children, waiting for long with empty stomachs.

At 7:12 p.m., Kang Hui said, "As the 2012 Spring Festival Gala for the Year of the Dragon approaches, the Gala production team held its final rehearsal yesterday. Chen Nuo, an internationally renowned film actor from my country, also appeared at our Spring Festival Gala rehearsal."

The scene changes immediately.

On the television screen, someone's face was beaming with smiles, his eyes crinkling into slits as he held a microphone in both hands, looking like an adorable squirrel. In a cheerful voice, he announced, "Hello everyone, I'm Chen Nuo. Spring Festival Gala, here I come!"

There was a moment of silence in the villa's living room, followed by a sudden burst of laughter.

At this moment, a voice-over says: "Upon meeting Chen Nuo, he was as radiant as ever. You couldn't tell at all that he had gone to great lengths to send New Year's greetings to the people of the whole country on the Spring Festival Gala. After attending the Golden Globe Awards ceremony abroad, he flew back to China on the 17th of this month without stopping. After that, he worked tirelessly for several days and nights on the preparations for the Spring Festival Gala without any rest."

According to Chen Nuo, he will once again perform a song on the Spring Festival Gala stage this year.

At this moment, the previously silent interview on television was brought back to life with sound.

Holding the microphone, someone said cheerfully, "...It's true that time was quite tight, and I didn't go home much. After all, singing isn't my forte, and I had to choose songs, practice, record, mix, and rehearse. You might think it's difficult, but it's not. You might think it's easy, but it's actually quite difficult. I'm really grateful to the behind-the-scenes staff of the program; they worked really hard."

After that, there was another voice-over, "But when it came to the specific song title, Chen Nuo kept it a secret."

The person then laughed and said, "It's a very simple and easy-to-remember song. This is its first time appearing in public, and there's actually a rather interesting story behind it, which I think I'll tell you about sometime in the future. All I can say is that this song is related to my hometown."

The third voice-over.

The scene then shifts to a stage where a young man in a Zhongshan suit is holding a microphone and singing with his eyes closed, completely absorbed in the music.

The voice-over says, "This isn't Chen Nuo's first time on the Spring Festival Gala. In the 2010 Gala, he performed a deeply moving song, 'Hawthorn Flower,' which combined the song with his superb performance, innovatively showcasing a performance style that integrates singing and acting. This resonated with countless viewers, and the 2010 Gala was hailed as one of the most touching Spring Festival Galas in recent years."

After that, the scene changed, cutting to one different stage after another, where a young man was holding trophies of different shapes and making various celebratory gestures.

"However, despite having won numerous awards, including the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor, the Cannes Film Festival Best Actor Award, the Berlin Film Festival Best Actor Award, and the Hundred Flowers Award, Chen Nuo still feels that he is an amateur newcomer on the Spring Festival Gala stage."

The scene then returns to the interview, where the person says with a smile, "I hope the audience won't have too high expectations. I hope they'll view me with the mindset of seeing an amateur player. If there are any problems, please don't blame me; I've already done my best."

A voice asked, "What do you most want to hear then? Or what do you least want to hear?"

Someone laughed: "What I most want to hear is, well, Chen Nuo sang quite well, better than last time. What I least want to hear is... get out of here, and don't come back next time. Hahaha."

Continue with the voice-over.

The television began playing clips from the Inception promotional video for China.

"Not only did Chen Nuo rush back to China a few days ago to participate in rehearsals, but as a Chinese actor who is widely welcomed around the world, he will also be flying to the United States to attend an awards ceremony after participating in the Spring Festival Gala. The busy Chen Nuo admitted that he is too busy with work and feels he owes his family a lot."

Back to the interview.

The young man on TV became serious, his eyes filled with emotion, and he spoke with deep feeling, "For family, it's just..."

He took a deep breath, rubbed his nose, and choked up for a moment, but quickly regained his composure and said casually, "You must feel quite apologetic. Since I started making movies, I've rarely spent Chinese New Year at home. Especially in the last two years, I've been rarely in China throughout the year, and I spend very little time with them. This song I sang on the Spring Festival Gala stage this time is also dedicated to them. I hope that they can forgive me."

Ps:

Not fully revised yet; I'll fix it after I wake up.

(End of this chapter)