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

Zhou Xingchi stared at his fist, which was wrapped in cloth, and froze completely.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Leslie Cheung, who was smiling brightly.

She glanced at Mei Yanfang, who was gloating beside her, and finally turned to Xiao Chen for help.

Xiao Chen simply gave him a helpless smile.

Stephen Chow let out a sorrowful and indignant sigh.

"Ugh!"

Resigned, I began clearing the table of dishes.

He grumbled irritably as he tidied up.

"What a den of thieves!"

"Not only do they freeload off food and drinks, they even freeload off washing dishes!"

Hearing his complaints, another burst of suppressed laughter erupted in the courtyard.

By the time Stephen Chow finished battling the greasy dishes in the kitchen and came out wiping his hands, it was already completely dark.

A dim yellow light was lit in the courtyard, enveloping the small space in a warm glow.

Several people moved bamboo deck chairs and lay down side by side in the middle of the courtyard, where they could see a sky full of stars when they looked up.

The summer night breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, dispelled the daytime heat.

The air was filled with the fragrance of soil and plants, and the air was filled with the crisp chirping of insects.

No one spoke; they simply enjoyed the rare tranquility.

Looking at the broken stone bricks in the corner of the yard and the somewhat messy vegetable patch, Zhou Xingchi couldn't help but shout.

"I have to say, isn't this yard of yours a bit too shabby?"

"Shall we discuss fixing it tomorrow?"

He was complaining, but his tone carried a hint of excitement that he himself didn't realize.

It seemed like repairing this dilapidated courtyard was such an interesting thing to do.

No one responded to him.

Everyone was immersed in the tranquil atmosphere, and even speaking seemed like a disturbance.

After a long silence, Leslie Cheung suddenly let out a satisfied sigh.

"This place... feels so comfortable."

His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of emotion and longing.

"Since entering this industry, I've been busy every day, constantly chasing after something. I'm either on set or on my way to the set..."

"I haven't felt this comfortable in such a long, long time."

These words resonated deeply within everyone's heart.

Yes.

Comfortable.

There were no flashbulbs, no reporters, no announcements, and no need to maintain a perfect image at all times.

Only friends, delicious food, starry skies, and the simplest, purest life.

Isn't this the kind of life that these people, behind the glitz and glamour of the world of fame and fortune, have been desperately pursuing, yet it remains unattainable?

Leslie Cheung's voice drifted gently in the quiet summer night, touching the heartstrings of everyone present.

Mui Yim-fong closed her eyes, a bitter smile on her lips.

Stephen Chow also unusually put aside all his playful thoughts, put his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the deep night sky.

Comfortable.

Yes, it feels so good.

It was so comfortable it felt unreal, like a beautiful dream from which you could wake up at any moment.

In the entertainment industry, a huge arena of fame and fortune, everyone is not in control of their own destiny.

Pulled by invisible threads, they race toward a cliff called success.

They've seen far too many dirty deals.

I've heard too many lies that weren't meant to be, and I've experienced too much loneliness and heartache in the dead of night.

Every smile under the spotlight may conceal clenched teeth.

Wasn't it because my brother in my past life could no longer feel a glimmer of light in this endless pain that he chose to bid a resolute farewell?

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen's gaze fell on Leslie Cheung beside him.

Under the moonlight, his profile was gentle, and the weariness between his brows was gone.

Leslie Cheung also turned to look at Xiao Chen.

There was a time when he had such thoughts, but now they are completely gone.

Because, this world has Xiao Chen.

This nineteen-year-old boy possesses an unimaginable strength and gentleness.

They single-handedly created a haven for these people who were struggling in the storm, a place where they could temporarily find refuge.

This little courtyard and this TV show are gifts that Xiao Chen gave them.

A beautiful, almost otherworldly utopia.

Just as everyone was overwhelmed with emotion, immersed in their own memories and feelings, Xiao Chen, who had been silent all along, suddenly moved.

He sat up gently, his movements fluid and elegant, without disturbing anyone.

He walked to the edge of the courtyard and whispered a few words to the program crew members who had been waiting there.

The crew members were taken aback at first, then their faces lit up with ecstasy, and they nodded repeatedly, like chicks pecking at rice.

A short while later, a staff member came running over carrying a wooden guitar.

I offer it with both hands.

His posture was so respectful, as if he were presenting a priceless treasure.

Xiao Chen took the guitar and gave him a slight smile.

The staff member's face instantly turned red, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, so he ran back in a haphazard manner.

When Xiao Chen sat back down on the recliner with his guitar, everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Mei Yanfang's eyes lit up, and she sat up straight.

Stephen Chow even sat up abruptly, crossed his legs, and looked on with anticipation.

"Wow, there's a concert?"

They knew Xiao Chen's talent all too well.

This boy seems to be capable of anything.

In acting, he is an Oscar-winning actor.

He's a genius at songwriting, even winning a Grammy.

He is just too low-key in his daily life, and rarely shows his singing voice in private unless necessary.

Today, they actually got to enjoy their ears!

Dilraba excitedly came over, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Xiao Chen and the guitar in his arms.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but simply placed the guitar securely on his lap.

Her long, slender, fair fingers casually plucked the strings a few times.

Zheng—

A few simple notes rang out, crisp and melodious.

Then, with a slight movement of his fingertips, a smooth chord flowed from his hand.

The melody carried an indescribable sense of vicissitude and vastness, like the wind in the wilderness, like an endless road.

Then, his slightly hoarse voice rang out softly.

"Wandering, on the road."

Are you leaving, via via?

"Fragile, yet proud."

"That was once what I looked like too."

As soon as the song began, the whole world fell silent.

Only his deep chanting and guitar accompaniment remained, intertwining and echoing in the quiet night.

Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung are both highly respected figures in the music industry. What kind of great songs haven't they heard?

But Xiao Chen's songs and Xiao Chen's voice seem to have a kind of magic.

It can easily penetrate all of a person's pretenses and reach the softest and most vulnerable part of their heart.

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and I have walked through crowds of people."

Everything I once possessed vanished like smoke in the blink of an eye.

"I was once lost, disappointed, and directionless, until I realized that ordinariness is the only answer."

When these lyrics were sung, Leslie Cheung's body trembled violently.

His eyes reddened instantly.