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

That day's filming was over.

The hotel room.

Xiao Chen didn't even change out of his costume before leaning back on the sofa and taking out his laptop.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he wrote down the wildly imaginative idea he had discussed with Brother Chenglong that afternoon.

He quickly compiled a clear and complete outline of the plan and sent it directly to Wang Jinhua.

The email ended with only one line of text.

"Sister Hua, Shishiba Culture will take the lead and find the best animation team. I won't be involved in the project; you'll be in full charge."

After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside and closed my eyes to rest.

For him, it was just a flash of inspiration, a gift that would keep a hero from growing old.

He didn't care about the commercial value it would generate or the waves it would create.

His battlefield has always been in front of the camera.

A few days later, the CCTV interview aired as scheduled.

In the dead of night, in a villa on the hillside of Hong Kong City.

Leslie Cheung had just finished a charity gala and was loosening his tie, looking somewhat tired.

A familiar voice happened to come from the television.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at the screen.

The boy on the screen had incredibly delicate features, yet his words carried a wisdom far beyond his years.

"I hope that Chinese films can reach the world."

"..."

Leslie Cheung looked at Xiao Chen on TV, who was speaking eloquently, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

He recalled his time on the set of "Farewell My Concubine" many years ago.

That was my first meeting with Xiao Chen.

At that time, Leslie Cheung felt that Xiao Chen was so beautiful that she didn't seem real, and that her portrayal of Xiao Douzi's brokenness could break the hearts of the entire crew.

So many years have passed, he has grown up, but his passion for acting has not changed at all.

This child was born to do this job.

Leslie Cheung took out his phone, logged into his Weibo account, and typed out a message.

"Xiao Chen is right. A true actor spends his whole life pursuing a soul-stirring connection with the character."

"Xiao Chen, you're already an amazing actor. Your brother is so proud of you."

He never hesitated to express his admiration for his younger brother.

This Weibo post instantly attracted the attention of the entire entertainment industry.

What is Leslie Cheung's status?

He was a symbol of an era in Hong Kong cinema and a senior figure whom countless actors looked up to.

His public praise of a junior who is only eighteen years old is itself huge news.

Immediately afterwards, as if by prior arrangement.

Andy Lau reposted it.

"I've always had high hopes for Xiao Chen. The future of Chinese cinema depends on you guys."

Tony Leung, a man who is usually taciturn, also spoke out, which is quite rare.

"He is the only actor I have ever seen whose eyes are expressive and have a real sparkle."

Stephen Chow was even more direct.

"Geniuses are always right!"

"Chen, come have dinner with me another day."

For a time, the golden generation of Hong Kong's film industry, those names that once supported the glory of the entire Chinese film industry, were remembered.

They actually lined up to support a boy from mainland China.

This is an unprecedented spectacle.

The internet was in an uproar, and the headlines in the media were more exaggerated than the last.

Shocking! The Hong Kong film industry is collectively showing its support; Xiao Chen has tremendous influence behind him!

"An Industry Benchmark at Eighteen? Xiao Chen Conquers an Era with His Strength!"

From Golden Rooster Award to Oscar Best Actor: Xiao Chen's acting career is nothing short of legendary!

However, the boy who was placed on a pedestal at the center of this storm was completely unaware of it.

He was standing on the rooftop of a building in Hong Kong, letting the cold rain wash over his breathtakingly handsome face.

Today is the last scene of "New Police Story," and also the emotional climax of the entire film.

"All departments, prepare!"

"Machine A is in position!"

"Action!"

At the director's command, the atmosphere on the rooftop immediately froze.

Cheng Long, who plays Chen Guorong, is soaked to the bone, his face etched with exhaustion and heartache.

He walked step by step toward the young man at the edge of the rooftop, his voice hoarse.

"Stop it, Ah Zu, there are police everywhere outside."

Xiao Chen, who plays Guan Zu, slowly turns around.

He was wearing a white shirt soaked by the rain, his hair disheveled and plastered to his forehead, and his eyes, hidden beneath a few strands of hair, were frighteningly bright.

Those are not normal human eyes.

Madness and despair burned within it.

There is also childlike confusion and grievance.

He smiled, a strange smile spreading across his face, raindrops sliding down his perfect jawline.

"Look at you, how pathetic you are."

"He can't even save his own woman."

Cheng Long's heart clenched suddenly.

Not right.

This feels really wrong.

Looking at Xiao Chen in front of him, he no longer saw the polite and humble junior he usually knew.

He was a true madman, his soul twisted by hatred.

The mockery and malice in those eyes were so real that they sent chills down his spine.

This is no longer acting.

Xiao Chen, or rather Guan Zu, approached step by step, the muzzle of his gun swaying casually.

Sometimes he pointed to Chenglong's throat, sometimes he pointed to his own temple.

"My dad has looked down on me since I was a child."

The smile on his face vanished, replaced by a pain on the verge of collapse.

"He always says I'm useless, that I'm a piece of shit!"

"Do you know what? He hit me!"

"Use belts, ashtrays, anything he can get his hands on!"

His voice suddenly rose to a roar, and tears mixed with rainwater welled up from his red eyes.

"I worked so hard, I robbed banks, I killed police officers, I just wanted to prove to him that I'm not a loser!"

"But what about him? He still insults me!"

"Why? Why?!"

boom!

He suddenly fired a shot into the sky, the loud gunshot echoing through the rainy night.

The entire crew, including the director behind the monitor, instinctively shrank back.

That's so true.

Cheng Long felt his breath catch in his throat.

He was completely swept up in Xiao Chen's emotions and even forgot his lines.

He had only one thought in his mind—this child in front of him was so pitiful.

"Azu..."

He reached out his hand, wanting to comfort this broken soul.

Xiao Chen suddenly stepped back, aiming the gun at Cheng Long again, his eyes filled with the pain of betrayal.

"Don't touch me!"

"You cops are all the same! You're all hypocrites!"

"What gives you the right to be so superior? What gives you the right to judge others?"

He cried and laughed, dancing like a madman on the edge of the rooftop, with a bottomless abyss below.

"The game is over."

He stopped, and the expression on his face suddenly became unusually calm, a deathly stillness after everything had burned out.

He looked at Cheng Long and gave him a pure, even somewhat naive, smile.

"Nice to meet you."

After saying that, he pointed the gun at his temple.

Cheng Long let out a heart-wrenching scream and lunged forward.

"don't want!"

boom!

Gunshots rang out again.

Xiao Chen's body went limp and he fell into Cheng Long's arms.

The innocent smile on his face is frozen in time.

"Cut!"

The director's hoarse voice trembled.

The scene was completely silent.

Everyone was still immersed in the incredible performance they had just witnessed, unable to pull themselves away.

Cheng Long held Xiao Chen tightly in his arms, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

He was genuinely scared.