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

Good guy.

Guo Qilin's mind went blank.

Almost instinctively, he used his chubby little hands to cover his mouth with lightning speed.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

The force was so great that it deformed his chubby cheeks.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

My shout made too much noise!

What if we attract reporters?

What if I cause trouble for my idol?

Xiao Chen is his idol!

His father taught him from a young age that there are no distinctions of rank on stage, but rules must be followed backstage.

When you meet a star, you have to be sensible; you can't be loud or cause trouble for them.

This situation is a hundred times worse than meeting the star!

Guo Qilin was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes, swollen like walnuts, were wide open.

She shook her head frantically at Xiao Chen, indicating that she didn't mean it.

The startled waiters finally realized what was happening.

They weren't unfamiliar with celebrities; this restaurant was frequented by wealthy and influential people.

But Xiao Chen is different.

This person is a legend who lives on the front page of the news, on the Grammy stage, and on the Hollywood big screen.

A young girl wobbled the tray in her hand, making the teacups on it jingle.

She quickly composed herself, her cheeks flushed red, so excited she could hardly breathe, and she bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound.

They all understand that customers who spend money here value privacy the most.

If they feel disturbed, they will be fired immediately.

They might even be asked to pay compensation.

Xiao Chen didn't react much; he was used to being the center of attention.

Besides, the people in front of us are quite well-mannered.

He simply pointed a finger at Guo Qilin and gently shushed himself near his lips.

A simple action.

Yet it carries an invisible, comforting power.

Guo Qilin immediately calmed down and nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

He carefully, little by little, removed his hand from his mouth, afraid of making even the slightest noise.

"I'm...I'm sorry, brother."

He lowered his voice and, like a thief, moved closer to Xiao Chen.

His eyes were filled with admiration and regret.

"I...I got too excited, I didn't mean to."

Xiao Chen looked at him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"fine."

Upon receiving his idol's forgiveness, Guo Qilin immediately breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely.

Then, an even stronger excitement and adoration, like boiling water, bubbled up.

"Brother, I...I'm your fan!"

"Iron bars!"

He puffed out his small chest, trying hard to appear more mature and reliable.

"I've watched 'The New Legend of Shaolin' at least twenty times! Hong Wending is so handsome!"

"You might not believe it, but I actually wanted to learn martial arts when I was a kid!"

"And there's 'Home with Kids,' I watch it every day!"

"Liu Xing is simply my ideal man!"

At this point, he seemed to realize that having Liu Xing as his life's ideal was a bit off, so he quickly added.

"Of course, I want to live as freely as him..."

"Carefree?"

Before he could even utter those two words, he realized something was wrong.

Is Liu Xing's style considered dashing?

That's called deserving a beating.

What he really wanted to say was that he envied Liu Xing.

I envy him for having a mother who, although she always scolds him, actually loves him very much.

He has a father who, although a stepfather, treats him like his own son.

He also has a smart and beautiful older sister who bickers with him every day, but will help him in crucial moments.

That's what a home should be like.

These words lingered in the mind of a twelve-year-old child for a while, but ultimately he couldn't bring himself to say them.

harm.

It's not worth telling a stranger.

Besides, how could a big star like Xiao Chen listen to his troubles as a teenager?

Guo Qilin simply stared intently at Xiao Chen with his incredibly bright eyes.

"And your song! 'Baby'!"

"All my classmates can sing it!"

"Brother, how did you do that?"

"You can act, sing, and write scripts... You're practically inhuman..."

As soon as he said it, Guo Qilin wanted to slap himself.

How dare you speak like that!

I've never seen myself so clumsy with words before.

He quickly tried to salvage the situation, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"I...I mean, you are God!"

Xiao Chen was amused by his series of actions.

This child is indeed clever.

Indeed, they lived very cautiously.

He looked at Guo Qilin, but didn't respond to his topic about God. Instead, he brought the conversation back to the present.

"Why were you crying just now?"

A simple sentence, like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguished the fire of excitement in Guo Qilin's heart.

The light on his face dimmed instantly.

The back that had been standing straight just moments before collapsed.

He lowered his head and unconsciously rubbed the expensive handmade wool carpet with his toes.

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch and not daring to keep staring at Xiao Chen, the waiters in the corridor had already discreetly retreated.

In the quiet corner, only the two of them remained.

"I……"

Guo Qilin opened his mouth, his voice carrying a strong nasal tone.

"My dad... he won't let me go to school anymore."

He spoke very slowly, as if each word was encased in sand, making his throat ache.

He said that going to school was useless, as long as one could read and write, that was enough.

"Let me drop out of school and learn crosstalk from him."

"He says that whatever schools can teach, he can teach too."

Xiao Chen listened quietly without interrupting.

He had heard about these things in his previous life.

Guo Degang's parenting style for his eldest son has always been known for being strict and even cruel.

They believe in the old-fashioned art of physical and verbal abuse education, and so-called "adversity education."

Guo Degang believes that only by completely shattering a child's self-esteem and then piecing it back together can the child become a star.

Only then can you not feel wronged when you are bullied by others.

But he forgot that being bullied by outsiders and being neglected by family members are two completely different kinds of pain.

Guo Qilin's voice was even lower, filled with childlike stubbornness and grievance.

"I don't like performing crosstalk."

"At least I don't like it that much."

"But I don't dare tell my dad."

"He...he doesn't like me."

As soon as he said those words, Guo Qilin's eyes welled up with tears again.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped his face, not wanting to shed tears in front of his idol.

But once the topic started, he couldn't hold back any longer. This teenager just wanted to vent his grievances.

"My family... I have many senior brothers at home."

"At mealtime, everyone at the table had meat to eat..."

"My dad's wife... Aunt Wang, she would serve them braised pork and stewed ribs."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were swallowing saliva, or perhaps swallowing back his grievances.

"I...I only have one bowl of cabbage."

"They all say that my dad is doing this for my own good, because he's afraid I'll be a picky eater and that I'll get too fat and won't look good on stage."

"But I don't like cabbage."

I really don't like it.

It was bland and tasteless, watery, and the smell made him want to vomit.

But he dared not refuse to eat.

If you don't eat, you'll go hungry.

If he doesn't eat, his father will look at him with even more disappointment and coldness.

That look in his eyes was more painful than being hungry.