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

When it was Xiao Chen's turn, he looked at this young man who was almost thirty years younger than him, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Ah Chen, this place is very nice."

Stephen Chow spoke very seriously.

"It's better than anywhere I imagined."

"I'll come again if I have the chance in the future."

"You're welcome anytime, Mr. Stephen Chow."

Xiao Chen responded with a smile.

"Next time you come, the scallions will have grown, and I'll make you scallion oil noodles."

A simple sentence made Stephen Chow's smile even more genuine.

He knew this was not just a polite remark, but a sincere invitation.

After seeing Stephen Chow off, the courtyard returned to its tranquility.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Chichi finally recovered, but his gaze towards Xiao Chen was still filled with three parts resentment, three parts awe, and four parts lingering...fear.

He finally understood.

This show, called "Back to Field," might be something that others aspire to.

But for him, as long as Xiao Chen is there, it's a transformation program called "paying off debts"!

He felt he had seen through the essence of things, which made his farewell in the afternoon all the more poignant.

"Sister Mei, Brother Guorong, Dilraba, well... I'll be going now!"

Chen Chichi, dragging his suitcase, stood at the gate of the courtyard, trying to force a carefree smile.

Although the nightmare on the beach last night is still fresh in my mind, I am a celebrity after all, and I have to do a good job of maintaining appearances.

He thought that as long as he stepped out of this courtyard, he would be free to roam the world!

I never have to look at that outrageously handsome face again!

Anita Mui was leaning back in her recliner with her eyes closed, resting. Upon hearing this, she lazily waved her hand without even lifting her eyelids.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Leslie Cheung picked up a pair of scissors and slowly began trimming the branches and leaves in the flowerbed without turning his head.

"Please give my regards to Xiaoxian when you get back."

Only Dilraba was the most enthusiastic. She ran up to Chen Chichi, her big eyes blinking.

"Brother Chichi, come play again next time!"

Chen Chichi felt a warmth in his heart. Sure enough, there was still warmth in this home!

Just as he was about to be moved, he saw the man behind Dilraba, who was loosening the soil in the vegetable garden, put down his small hoe and straighten up.

The afternoon sun cast a soft golden glow on his body, and sweat slid down his impeccable jawline. The scene was so beautiful it was almost unbelievable, yet it made Chen Chichi's heart sink.

Xiao Chen mouthed two words to Dilraba.

Dilraba immediately understood, and her smile became incredibly bright, even carrying a hint of slyness.

The next second, under Chen Chichi's horrified gaze, Dilraba snatched the suitcase handle from his hand with lightning speed.

Then, with a "whoosh," he dragged the suitcase and ran into the house.

"Hey! Dilraba! What are you doing!"

Chen Chichi was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body.

He wanted to chase after her, but Dilraba was too fast. She slipped into the house in a flash and slammed the door shut.

The entire courtyard fell silent instantly.

Chen Chichi was left all alone, standing alone at the door, his hand outstretched, his expression frozen on the edge of shock and despair.

He mechanically turned his head to look at the "instigator".

Xiao Chen patted the dirt off his hands, picked up a towel hanging nearby to wipe his sweat, and then walked over unhurriedly.

His face, which drives countless fans wild, now wears the most innocent and warmest smile.

"Brother Chichi, why aren't we leaving yet?"

His voice was full of genuine concern, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Chen Chichi's lips trembled as he pointed in the direction of the house, then pointed at Xiao Chen.

He couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"I...my suitcase...you..."

"Pfft."

Anita Mui, who was on the recliner, finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As Leslie Cheung was pruning the flowers, his shoulders began to tremble.

Chen Chichi understood instantly.

So, everyone in this courtyard except himself is an "enemy"!

He finally broke down, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down before Xiao Chen, wailing and crying.

"No way, Brother Chen! Xiao, the great movie star! My goodness!"

"You're like my own ancestor, okay?! Please, let me go!"

He clung to a pillar in the yard, wailing and lamenting.

"I've licked that beach clean!"

"Seriously! I almost know every single grain of sand!"

"What else do you want me to do?!"

Xiao Chen looked at him like this, without saying a word, just watching quietly, the smile in his eyes growing deeper and deeper.

He knew that Chen Chichi was a smart man who understood things immediately.

Mei Yanfang sat up straight, picked up a small fan and fanned herself, and slowly began to speak.

It was as if he was explaining something to Chen Hechi, or as if he was speaking to the audience in front of the screen.

"Oh, Chichi, it's your good fortune that Ah Chen values ​​you so much."

"Young man, don't always think about being lazy."

She and Leslie Cheung watched Xiao Chen grow up.

Xiao Chen is cunning and shrewd, yet he has the most deceptive face.

He kept Chen Chichi on the show for two reasons: first, to enhance the program's appeal, and second, to genuinely boost Chen Chichi's popularity.

This kind of kindness is something many people in the industry would beg for but could never obtain.

Leslie Cheung also put down the scissors, walked over, and patted Chen Chichi on the shoulder.

"Yes, wouldn't it be better to stay another day and spend more time with us old folks? Besides..."

He paused, then gave Xiao Chen a wink.

Xiao Chen then took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Chen Chichi.

That was a data chart.

Chen Chichi took it with a puzzled look, unfolded it, and froze.

That's a real-time viewership chart after the show aired yesterday.

On the chart, there is a curve that rises abruptly like Mount Everest, so steep it's frightening.

The starting point of that peak was marked with a line of small print: 4 a.m., Chen Chichi picking up trash on the beach.

The instant viewership ratings broke all the station's variety show records for the past three years.

Chen Chichi's brain buzzed, as if a depth charge had been dropped on him.

So... it wasn't torture after all?

Is it... a script?

No, it was Xiao Chen who arranged the plot twist for him?

He looked up and stared blankly at Xiao Chen.

Under the sunlight, Xiao Chen's smile remained bright, but his deep eyes held something that only adults could understand.

"Brother Chichi".

He spoke, but his voice was very soft.

"All the hard work paid off."

A simple sentence carries more weight than any explanation.

Chen Chichi felt a mix of emotions. He was moved, ashamed, and fearful... and a little bit... overjoyed at being so flattered.

He realized that he wasn't clinging to a pillar, but to the biggest golden thigh in the entertainment industry!

Just as the atmosphere in the courtyard became subtle and harmonious, a rapid, retro telephone ring broke the tranquility.

Ring ring— Ring ring—

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the old-fashioned telephone under the eaves.