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

This is his younger brother, Xiao Chen.

No matter how high his position or how many accolades he receives, his heart will always retain the purest sincerity and kindness.

Teacher He and Wang Han stood on the stage, preparing to introduce the next program.

Suddenly, the village chief led a few young men onto the stage, took the microphone from Wang Han, his face flushed red, and he seemed quite excited.

"Um... Teacher He, Teacher Wang, all you big stars..."

"On behalf of all the villagers of Wengcao Village, I would like to say a few words to you, especially to Xiaochen!"

The entire room fell silent instantly, and all eyes were focused on the village chief.

Xiao Chen also stopped and looked at the stage with some surprise.

The village chief took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly.

"Thank you for coming to our poor place!"

"We especially want to thank Xiaochen! He didn't just come to record the show; he genuinely wanted to help us!"

"They're helping our school, keeping our elderly relatives company, and even thinking about helping us sell our local specialties from the mountains..."

"We have nothing to repay you with, we..."

As the village chief spoke, he and the young man behind him suddenly bowed deeply in the direction where Xiao Chen was.

"Thank you, Xiao Chen!"

"Thank you all!!"

The villagers below the stage also stood up spontaneously, expressing their sincerest gratitude in the simplest way.

At that moment, Xiao Chen stood still, looking at the simple, smiling faces in front of him.

Hearing those heartfelt words of gratitude, an indescribable warmth welled up in my heart.

He slowly revealed a smile more radiant than starlight.

The village chief on the stage had just finished bowing when the villagers below protested.

Everyone spontaneously started making a fuss, banging pots and blowing whistles, the sound deafening.

"Xiao Chen! One for me!"

"Teacher Xiao, the whole village is watching you, young and old. You can't just work hard without showing your face!"

Xiao Chen stood in the center of the crowd, his face, kissed by God, glowing with a youthful charm that was hard to look away from, illuminated by the campfire.

He is already worth over 100 million yuan and is a top tycoon in charge of Shiba Culture, but at this moment he is like a boy next door.

Wang Jinhua watched from below the stage, her eyes filled with affection. This was her "money tree," whom she had raised with her own hands and who was as dear to her as her own flesh and blood. She was also her pride.

Xiao Chen waved his hand, smiled, and backed away, pleading for mercy.

"Dear uncles and aunts, please have mercy on me. My voice is hoarse from shouting about tuning all day."

Teacher He wasn't about to let him go; he grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the stage.

"Xiao Chen, are you afraid of stealing Stephen Chow's thunder, or are you afraid your older brothers and sisters can't keep up with your performance?"

Wang Han chimed in, shouting into the microphone to the entire audience.

"Would you all like to hear a Grammy Award winner sing?"

"think!"

The sound almost blew the roof off the Mushroom House.

Stephen Chow sat below, holding a country boy in his arms, watching the play with great delight.

Leslie Cheung stroked his chin, smiling indulgently, and gestured "please" to Xiao Chen on stage.

Xiao Chen was at his wit's end. He was pushed in front of the microphone and helplessly touched the tip of his nose.

"Alright, then I won't embarrass myself by showing off. Instead, I'll offer a 'gift'."

He's humorous and sweet-talking offstage, but the moment he steps on stage, he exudes the aura of a top-tier movie star.

Even just a simple standing posture made 16-year-old Dilraba in the audience stare without daring to blink.

In her heart, the older brother who grew up with her is the most dazzling light in the world.

Xiao Chen looked at the sound engineer and snapped his fingers.

"Teacher, give us the most stable pace, let's celebrate the New Year ahead of schedule."

The moment the prelude began, Teacher He paused for a moment, and Wang Han also showed a surprised expression.

This melody is so familiar, so ingrained in the bones of every Chinese person.

As soon as Xiao Chen opened his mouth, his warm, steady, and magnetic voice pierced through the night in the mountain village.

"Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight, no matter where you are in the world..."

That voice, it's incredibly steady.

Teacher He leaned close to Wang Han's ear and whispered something.

"Wow, Xiao Chen has elevated our party to the level of the Spring Festival Gala."

Wang Han nodded, inwardly marveling at the power of someone who had won a Grammy—a complete game-changer.

Anita Mui, sitting in the audience, had slightly red eyes and swayed her body gently to the rhythm.

She thought about Xiao Chen's growth over the years, from that three-year-old toddler to the international superstar he is today.

When the song ended, the villagers erupted in thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

Xiao Chen bowed politely, then resumed his lazy and casual demeanor, skipping off the stage.

The grand celebration ended, and the night deepened.

Everyone helped tidy up the tables and chairs, and it took them quite a while before they returned to the Mushroom House.

The courtyard was dimly lit, yet it exuded an indescribable warmth.

Dilraba sat on the threshold, resting her chin on her hand, looking somewhat sullen.

"Brother Chen, filming ends tomorrow, are we leaving now?"

At her age, she can't hide her thoughts at all; her face clearly showed that she "didn't want to break up the partnership."

Leslie Cheung lit a cigarette, the sparks flickering in the darkness.

"Yes, time flies. It feels like we just moved in."

Mei Yanfang sat in the rocking chair and sighed.

"These days, I really feel like we're all family, which is much more comfortable than being on a film set."

Stephen Chow is no longer funny; he's squatting down brushing his teeth, his mouth full of white foam.

"No, I need to secure my guest appearance for next season first. I haven't stayed long enough yet."

Xiao Chen was wiping the table with a rag, his movements were quick and efficient, and he had no airs of a celebrity at all.

He looked up at the group of people closest to him and understood the preciousness of this bond.

"Relax, everyone."

He tossed the rag aside and grinned like a fox that had successfully stolen some fish.

"This is only the first season. If everyone wants it, there will be a second and a third season. Shiba Culture has plenty of options."

Upon hearing this, Dilraba's eyes lit up immediately, and she jumped up and grabbed his sleeve.

"Really? You're not kidding?"

Xiao Chen reached out and gently flicked her forehead.

"When have I ever lied to you? Not only is there a next season, but we're also inviting even more of our good friends."

Stephen Chow, who was smoking a cigarette, suddenly interrupted.

"Then I'll have to reserve a table too."

"Next season, I will not only stay permanently, but I will also bring my team to come and do field research."

Xiao Chen glanced at him sideways and half-jokingly complained.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, your appearance fee is too high for my small business to afford."

Stephen Chow chuckled and blew a smoke ring.

"Talking about money hurts feelings, as long as you provide meals, that's fine."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Dilraba's emotions came and went quickly; upon hearing Xiao Chen's promise, she immediately beamed with joy again.

"It's a promise, pinky swear!"

She extended her slender, white fingers.

Xiao Chen shook his head helplessly, but still beckoned to her in a cooperative manner.

"How old are you? Still playing these tricks."