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

Below are hundreds of thousands of likes.

Xiao Chen fell silent.

Since his debut, he has never deliberately guided his fans, nor has he advocated any form of fundraising for fan support.

He has always believed that the best distance between actors and audiences is between the screen and the seats.

But he never expected that his fans would spontaneously give him such a meaningful birthday gift in such a positive way.

This 50 million was more shocking to him than any award he had ever received.

It's not just about money.

Those were kind and warm hearts that came together because of him.

It is a heavy thing called responsibility.

Wang Jinhua's eyes reddened as she watched the news.

"These kids..."

"She's so sensible."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything. He simply exited the news page, found the foundation's official website, and then skillfully began operating it.

A few minutes later, he handed the phone back to Wang Jinhua.

Wang Jinhua took it with a puzzled look, and an electronic donation receipt was displayed on the screen.

Donor: Xiao Chen.

Donation amount: 50 million RMB.

Message: Walking with the light.

Wang Jinhua's heart was struck hard once again.

He did not post a thank-you message on Weibo, nor did he issue any public statement.

He responded to this love in the most direct and quiet way.

You shine your light on me, and I will walk with you.

This is probably the most beautiful relationship between idols and fans.

Wang Jinhua looked at the young man beside her. His profile was as handsome as a god under the lamplight, but his eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

She suddenly realized that perhaps she had never truly understood him.

He possesses far more than just talent that transcends his time.

She also possesses a heart that is far more insightful and powerful than that of her peers, or even her elders.

That evening, the official Weibo account of People's Daily unusually reposted an entertainment news item.

The title is concise and to the point.

Idols and fans go hand in hand, lighting up hope with love – this is what role models for young people should look like.

The accompanying image is a screenshot of the "Chenguang" fan club donating 50 million yuan, as well as an electronic certificate showing that Xiao Chen personally donated 50 million yuan.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Previously, fan support donations only caused a sensation within fan circles and young people.

The involvement of state media then pushed the matter to the climax of nationwide discussion.

In an instant, praise poured in.

Wang Jinhua, holding her laptop, couldn't stop smiling and kept muttering to herself.

"It's exploded! Its popularity has exploded again."

While refreshing the page, I watched as mainstream media outlets and verified official accounts followed up and reposted the content.

I felt like I was floating.

This is the People's Daily!

The honor that many artists could never achieve in their entire lives was so easily bestowed upon their own artists.

This is no longer just simple positive news; it's recognition from the highest level, a protective charm gilded with gold!

She excitedly turned her head, wanting to share this joy with Xiao Chen.

But they found the boy simply leaning quietly against the sofa, wearing headphones.

Holding his phone in his hand, the screen's light reflected on his flawless face, creating flickering light and shadow that obscured his expression.

The turbulent waves outside seemed to exist in a completely different world for him.

Wang Jinhua's enthusiasm seemed to be doused with cold water, but it quickly turned into a kind of habitual helplessness.

She should have known sooner.

This child never cared about these things.

Whether it's the Oscar trophy, the Grammy phonograph, or the praise from the official media right now.

To him, they were all just roadside scenery, something to be seen and then forgotten.

What is it that he really cares about?

Wang Jinhua suddenly became curious.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was indeed shielded from all the disturbances of the outside world.

His Weibo inbox was overflowing with mentions and private messages, but he didn't read a single one.

He simply opened the comment section of his donation post and slowly read through it, word by word, from top to bottom.

Here, there is no external hype, no media sensationalism.

Only his fans, who have followed him for many years and know him best, are communicating with him in their own way.

"Waaaaah, I'm crying so hard! Brother, you're always like this, doing things silently without saying a word! How can we not love you!"

"Walking with the light... I'll remember these four words for the rest of my life! Becoming a fan of yours is the proudest thing I've ever done!"

"I grew up watching your shows; you've been with me throughout my youth."

"Now, it's finally our turn to do something for you."

Happy 19th birthday, brother! May we continue to walk the flower path together in the future!

Looking at these heartfelt messages, Xiao Chen's eyes softened.

He continued scrolling down.

Gradually, the style of the comments began to change slightly.

"Brother, we all know you love acting and you're a good actor."

"But...but we really miss you!"

"Yeah! This year is alright, at least we can still see a fresh side of you on 'Up Idol'."

"But when you were filming, you would disappear for half a year at a time. We couldn't see you anywhere except in movie theaters and on TV. Do you know how much we missed you?"

"Please! Let this be a wish from us longtime fans! Could you... occasionally... appear on a variety show, or release a single, even just once in a while!"

"We don't need it to be frequent. As long as we know that you live in this world besides being on set, we'll be satisfied!"

"Hey upstairs, don't put pressure on your brother. He has his own goals."

"I didn't put any pressure on myself, I just made a wish... what if it comes true? Sigh, what a pathetic fangirl..."

Similar comments are becoming increasingly common.

With cautious anticipation and a hint of almost humble pleading.

Xiao Chen's finger stopped on the screen.

He took off his headphones, and the room returned to silence.

Outside the window, the lights of Beijing twinkled like a galaxy, but he could only hear the beating of hearts behind those words.

He has always believed that actors should maintain an air of mystery.

Artworks are the only bridge for communicating with the audience.

But he seems to have forgotten that over the years, those who have accompanied him all the way are not only the audience, but also the fans.

They regarded him as family, as faith, and as a light in their lives.

What they longed for was not just to see the perfect characters he created on the screen.

I hope to catch a glimpse of Xiao Chen himself in the cracks of reality.

He was silent for a long time.

So long that Wang Jinhua thought he had fallen asleep and was about to get up to get him a blanket.

Xiao Chen suddenly sat up straight and spoke.

"Aunt Hua."

His voice was low, with a unique clarity.

Wang Jinhua immediately agreed.

"Hey, what's wrong?"