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

Even so, the tenderness in his eyes was undeniable.

The recording of this season was also a kind of healing for him.

He has been in the entertainment industry since he was three years old, winning awards left and right, and his net worth has increased hundreds of times.

But as human beings, we must not forget our roots.

So he planned this program.

He has neither a lack of money nor a lack of fame.

All he wanted was to stay in this small courtyard, with the people he cared about, and watch the clouds drift by.

The night breeze was slightly cool.

The lights in the Mushroom House gradually went out.

But in everyone's heart, the seed called "longing" has quietly sprouted.

Xiao Chen lay in bed, listening to Zhang Guorong's soft snoring from the next room.

He closed his eyes, and the idea for the next season came to mind.

In this life, he not only wants to reach the peak himself, but also wants to take those around him to see the best scenery.

As dawn broke, lights came on in the courtyard of the Mushroom House, and wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys.

This is an unprecedented sight in the past month.

In the past, apart from the ever-energetic Xiao Chen, everyone else would not stop sleeping until the sun was high in the sky.

But today, everyone tacitly got up early.

In the kitchen, Leslie Cheung skillfully cracked eggs, her movements as elegant as if she were conducting a symphony.

Mei Yanfang was washing rice on the side, humming an unknown tune softly, but the tune always carried a hint of sadness about parting.

Stephen Chow clumsily washed the vegetables, splashing water everywhere, which made Dilraba giggle and quickly grab a towel to wipe him clean.

Xiao Chen leaned against the door frame, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, quietly watching the scene.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft golden glow on everyone.

The aroma of cooking mingled with the scent of morning dew, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere that made one wish to freeze time forever.

Mei Yan turned around, gave him a reproachful glare, but her eyes were full of doting affection.

"Chenzi, don't just stand there, come and help carry the plates."

Xiao Chen put down his teacup and walked over with a smile.

"Here you are, Sister Mei."

The breakfast was unbelievably lavish.

Soy milk and fried dough sticks, xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and soft-boiled eggs fried by Leslie Cheung himself.

It combines Chinese and Western styles, catering to everyone's tastes.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat subdued; no one spoke, only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks could be heard.

Stephen Chow couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer, so he exaggeratedly picked up a fried dough stick.

"Wow, this fried dough stick is perfect, both in terms of its length and how crispy it is!"

"I've decided, the inspiration for my next movie will be called 'The Self-Cultivation of a Fried Dough Stick'!"

He made everyone laugh, and the atmosphere finally eased a bit.

Dilraba sipped her porridge slowly, her eyes red, clearly indicating she hadn't slept well the night before.

She would steal glances at Xiao Chen from time to time, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Xiao Chen seemed oblivious, simply picking up a small steamed bun and placing it in her bowl.

"Eat more, you're still growing."

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable gentleness.

Dilraba nodded, buried her head in the bowl, and almost cried into the porridge.

After this meal, the farewell will truly come.

The production crew's car was the first to pick up Stephen Chow.

"Let's go!"

He put on sunglasses, still with that same carefree attitude.

"Next season, I'm bringing a team of writers. Each and every one of you in this room could write an eight-million-word novel!"

Xiao Chen laughed and punched him lightly.

"Okay, Mr. Stephen Chow, remember to transfer the copyright fee to my account when it's due."

Stephen Chow waved and got into the car.

"Of course, of course!"

Next up were Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung.

Mei Yanfang, like a concerned older sister, kept giving her instructions in a rambling manner.

"Xiao Chen, take good care of yourself while you're away from home. Don't stay up all night."

Leslie Cheung patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder without saying anything, but Xiao Chen understood everything with just one look.

That was the older brother's concern and expectations for his younger brother.

"Okay, Sister Mei, brother."

"You too, go back and get some rest."

After seeing them off, only Xiao Chen and Reba remained in the courtyard.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Dilraba kept her head down, twisting the hem of her clothes, refusing to move.

Xiao Chen sighed, walked over, and just like last night, reached out his hand, but instead of flicking her forehead, he gently ruffled her hair.

"Alright, stop looking so long-faced. It's not like we're facing life or death."

Dilraba raised her head, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

"But……"

"I'll miss you, Brother Chen."

Xiao Chen's voice was very gentle.

I'll miss you too.

"So, you need to grow up quickly and become more outstanding, then we can meet at a higher level, right?"

Dilraba nodded as if she understood, looking at him with teary eyes.

Xiao Chen's face was breathtakingly beautiful in the morning light. His eyes seemed to hold a vast ocean of stars, capable of easily drawing people in.

Dilraba then extended her little finger.

"Pinky promise."

This time, Xiao Chen didn't complain. He seriously hooked his finger with hers and stamped the seal.

"Go ahead, the car is waiting for you."

Dilraba got into the car, looking back every few steps, and continued waving frantically through the rolled-down window until the car disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

Xiao Chen stood there until the car was completely out of sight before turning around.

The courtyard, which had been noisy for a month, has finally returned to tranquility.

He took one last look at the mushroom house that held countless moments of laughter and joy, then turned around and embarked on his journey home without a second thought.

The first season of "Back to Field" has officially wrapped up filming.

……

The plane landed at Beijing International Airport.

Without notifying anyone, Xiao Chen, wearing a hat and mask, returned alone to the quiet courtyard house.

This is his true safe haven.

The phone rang as soon as I entered the door.

It was his agent, Wang Jinhua, who was feared throughout the industry.

"You brat, you're back without even saying a word?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jinhua's voice was as strong and energetic as ever.

Xiao Chen took off his hat and casually tossed it onto the stone table in the yard.

"I wanted to give you a surprise, Aunt Hua."

Although Wang Jinhua spoke sternly, her concern was unmistakable.

"Stop being so cheeky. How was the variety show recording? Are you tired?"

Xiao Chen went into the room and poured himself a glass of water.

"That's great, consider it a holiday."

"By the way, Aunt Hua, from now on, don't assign me any work except for very important matters."

Wang Jinhua didn't ask another question, and simply agreed.

"it is good."

"I'll take care of everything. You focus on your training; I'll handle things outside."

This is the unspoken understanding between them, like that between a mother and her child.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen's world became completely quiet.

He took off his jacket, put on a sports vest, and began his hellish training.

Sweat slid down his refined jawline, dripping onto the ground and splashing into tiny water droplets.

Through repeated extreme tearing and reshaping, the muscles become increasingly defined and firm.