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

"Don't listen to his nonsense, how much can we possibly eat?"

"I'm sorry to have bothered everyone."

She was stunningly beautiful, and her smile was like a gentle spring breeze, leaving the simple villagers somewhat mesmerized.

Leslie Cheung nodded in agreement, his demeanor gentle and refined.

"It is our good fortune."

Dilraba couldn't contain herself any longer and whispered to Xiao Chen.

"Brother Chen, I want grilled oysters! And lobster!"

His greedy look drew another round of good-natured laughter from the crowd.

Stephen Chow stood on the outskirts of the crowd, watching the lively scene, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He enjoys this genuine, unadulterated happiness.

So, the group was surrounded by enthusiastic villagers and entered the temporary banquet venue set up in the village.

Long tables stretched from one end of the village to the other, and the steaming hot seafood, freshly cooked, filled everyone's nostrils with its irresistible aroma.

The afternoon passed leisurely amidst clinking glasses and laughter.

The aura of celebrities seems to completely fade away here.

They are no longer unattainable movie stars or divas, but simply "young men" and "beautiful women" who have come to visit.

Xiao Chen was very approachable, sitting with several old fishermen while holding his bowl.

He didn't talk much about acting and movies, but instead asked very detailed questions about going to sea.

"Sir, how do you usually determine if the weather will be suitable for going out to sea the next day?"

An old fisherman with a deeply lined face and skin tanned bronze by the sea breeze took a sip of homemade liquor.

He smacked his lips as he spoke.

"Watch the clouds, watch the wind, and you also have to smell the aroma."

He pointed to a wisp of cloud on the horizon.

"That kind of cloud is called 'fish scale cloud,' and when it appears, the weather is sure to change."

"Also, if the evening wind carries a salty, fishy smell instead of a fresh one, then there will definitely be big waves at night."

Xiao Chen listened very attentively, even taking out his phone to write down what the old man said as if it were a notebook.

His once captivating eyes, which had driven moviegoers around the world wild, were now clear and bright, filled with curiosity and respect for the unknown.

The old fisherman looked at his incredibly handsome face and his humble and eager-to-learn attitude, and grew to like this young man more and more.

"Young man, are you interested in this?"

Xiao Chen smiled and put the peeled shrimp meat into Reba's bowl next to him.

"I just think that every time you go out to sea, you are dealing with God. It's amazing."

He didn't talk about his struggles in his previous life, nor did he express empathy for their "gambling with their lives".

But that heartfelt respect is more touching than any flowery words.

Leslie Cheung was very interested in the legend of the Sea Goddess, and he pulled an old woman aside to listen to her tell those ancient stories.

Mei Yanfang chatted with several fisherwomen about everyday life, from children's schooling to seafood cooking techniques, and laughter filled the air.

Stephen Chow didn't say much; he just ate and listened quietly.

He saw a little boy, about three or four years old, imitating an adult, earnestly toasting Xiao Chen.

As a result, he spilled juice all over himself, which made everyone burst into laughter.

He also saw Xiao Chen naturally pull out a tissue, squat down, and help the little boy wipe his clothes clean.

He even magically pulled a piece of candy out of his pocket.

These tiny, heartwarming moments, like pearls, were treasured in his mind.

As the sun gradually set, its golden afterglow bathed the entire fishing village in a gentle light.

It's time to say goodbye.

On behalf of everyone, Xiao Chen expressed his sincere gratitude to the villagers.

"Village chief, fellow villagers, thank you so much for your hospitality today."

"This meal was the most delicious and heartwarming meal we've ever had."

The villagers waved goodbye, inviting them to come and visit often.

Village Chief Wang grabbed Xiao Chen's hand and said excitedly.

"Mr. Xiao, you're a good person!"

"The Goddess of the Sea will protect you!"

After saying goodbye to the hospitable villagers, the group slowly walked along the beach towards the mushroom house.

The sea breeze carried a hint of coolness and dispelled the slight tipsiness from the wine.

The setting sun is putting on its most glorious finale of the day.

The sky is like an overturned palette, layer upon layer, painting the boundless sea.

The waves surged onto the beach layer by layer, making a gentle lapping sound.

"Let's sit for a while."

Xiao Chen suddenly stopped and pointed to a clean patch of sand not far away.

There was no objection.

They sat down casually, like a group of friends who had just finished a noisy party, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

At the filming location in the distance, the director was intently watching the monitor screen.

"Quick! Unit 3, keep up with the close-up of Xiao Chen!"

"Aircraft number 5, zoom in with a wide shot, frame the sky and all of them!"

His voice trembled with excitement.

"Don't disturb them! Just use a telephoto lens to shoot from a distance!"

"This is the life I long for!"

"This is the real dream!"

On the monitor, the scene was as beautiful as an oil painting.

Sunset, ocean, beach, and a few stunningly beautiful people.

Anita Mui leaned on Leslie Cheung's shoulder and sighed softly.

"Brother, how long has it been since we last watched a sunset so peacefully?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of disturbing the beautiful scenery.

Leslie Cheung reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, gazing tenderly into the distance.

"Yes, Ah Mei."

Sometimes I think, those things we chase so desperately in the world of fame and fortune, it seems...

"It's not as real as this moment right now."

Their reflections stem from the weariness and introspection that comes after standing at the pinnacle of prosperity.

Dilraba took out her phone, wanting to capture this stunning moment.

Before the "click" sound could be heard, a slender hand reached out and gently covered her lens.

It's Xiao Chen.

"See with your eyes, remember with your heart."

His voice sounded particularly magnetic in the sea breeze.

"It looks a million times better than photos taken with a mobile phone."

Dilraba was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiao Chen's eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the sea, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She obediently put away her phone, and mimicking him, hugged her knees with her arms around her chest, quietly watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon.

Stephen Chow sat alone a little further away. Instead of looking at the sunset, he looked down at the beach being washed by the sea.

The waves recede, leaving damp traces, which are quickly covered by the next wave.

Like many memories in life, they come and go.

He suddenly felt that this was very similar to the joys and sorrows of ordinary people in his films.

Xiao Chen sat in the middle of everyone.

He looked at the magnificent sunset, and also at his family and friends whom he cherished dearly.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung cuddling together, Dilraba Dilmurat's obedience, Stephen Chow's contemplation...

All of this gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

In his previous life, he was all alone, and his journey to pursue his dreams was filled with loneliness and indifference.

Now, he has not only realized his dream, but also has so much warm companionship.