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

Crossing mountains and seas.

We walked through the sea of ​​people.

Isn't he singing about himself?

From an unknown newcomer to a superstar admired by millions.

He has stood on the highest mountain peak and witnessed the most surging crowds.

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

Fame, fortune, applause, and praise—these things come and go quickly.

When the hustle and bustle fades away, what will be left?

Disappointed, disappointed, and lost all direction...

In the dead of night, how many times did he feel lost and panicked in the empty room?

I don't know who I am, and I don't know where the future lies.

Ordinary...is that the only answer?

Leslie Cheung bit his lip tightly, but tears still blurred his vision.

The boy before me, quietly playing and singing under the lamplight, seemed to have become a ray of light himself.

It shone into the darkest corner of his heart.

Anita Mui also fell silent.

She recalled the hardships she endured as a child, performing on stage, the helplessness she felt in the world of fame and fortune, the torment of illness, and her reluctance to leave the stage.

Her life was a constant struggle between pride and fragility.

Zhou Xingchi stared blankly at Xiao Chen.

He recalled the days when he was an extra on film sets, being bossed around and ordered around.

I remembered the madness of staying up all night for a single expression or a single line of dialogue.

I recalled the outside world's adoration of him as the "King of Comedy" and the misunderstanding of him as a "tyrant on set."

Behind the laughter, anger, and scathing remarks, who can understand the heart that yearns to be understood?

Even the staff members nearby were stunned.

They held up cameras and carried microphone booms, but forgot about their jobs.

Many young stagehands and directors had tears in their eyes as they listened.

They left their hometowns to come to this bustling city to pursue their dreams. Who hasn't felt lost and disappointed?

Who hasn't questioned the meaning of life in the dead of night?

This song is like a key, unlocking the long-sealed doors of everyone's heart.

Only Dilraba, the youngest member, didn't feel it as deeply.

She simply thought the melody of the song was really nice and the lyrics were very evocative.

It evokes a bittersweet feeling in people's hearts.

She looked at her older brothers and sisters around her, each with a solemn expression, some even with tears in their eyes, and felt somewhat puzzled.

But more than anything, it was a strange feeling that touched me.

Xiao Chen continued singing.

"I destroyed everything I had, and all I wanted was to leave forever."

"I once fell into boundless darkness, struggling but unable to extricate myself."

"I was once like you, like him, like the wild grass and wildflowers, despairing yet yearning, crying and laughing, living an ordinary life..."

As the last note faded, Xiao Chen's fingers gently pressed down on the strings, and the singing abruptly stopped.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

No one applauded, no one cheered.

Even their breathing became cautious.

The rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of insects in the distance sounded exceptionally clear at this moment.

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

A long time passed, so long it felt like an eternity.

Stephen Chow was the first to speak; his voice was somewhat hoarse, and his eyes held an unprecedented complexity.

He looked at Xiao Chen and said, word by word.

"Ah Chen, this song of yours... it really hits home."

It's not that it sounds good, nor that it shows talent, but rather that it "hit the nail on the head".

Two words say it all.

Anita Mui nodded, reached out and gently patted Leslie Cheung's back beside her, and sighed.

"Yes, that hurts."

"Look, even your brother is crying from hearing this."

All eyes then turned to Leslie Cheung.

He had his head down, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his suppressed sobs sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

He cried.

This man, who was always elegant and perfect in front of others, was now sobbing uncontrollably like a child.

Stephen Chow and Anita Mui were both at a loss, wanting to offer comfort but unsure where to begin.

Xiao Chen put down his guitar, got up and walked to Leslie Cheung's side. Without saying a word, he quietly handed her a tissue.

Leslie Cheung took the tissue and wiped his face haphazardly, taking a long time to recover.

He raised his head, his eyes red from crying, and gazed intently at Xiao Chen.

In those eyes, there was gratitude, shock, dependence, and a sense of relief at having found a kindred spirit.

"Ah Chen..."

His voice still had a heavy nasal tone.

"Thank you."

"You always manage to give me answers."

He said this with utmost seriousness.

Before meeting Xiao Chen, his life was filled with magnificent poems, but also with unsolvable problems.

He often felt confused and distressed, as if he were trapped in a golden cage.

But Xiao Chen's appearance was like a ray of light.

With his films and music, and his companionship, he repeatedly cleared away the fog and guided him in the right direction.

Tonight's performance of "The Ordinary Road" was like a wake-up call, instantly making him understand many things he had never been able to comprehend.

Yes, I've pursued the extraordinary my whole life.

Perhaps in the end, ordinariness is the only answer.

Upon hearing Leslie Cheung's words, Anita Mui and Stephen Chow exchanged a glance, both seeing deep agreement in each other's eyes.

They originally thought that "Back to Field" was just an ordinary slow-paced variety show.

Everyone gathered together, ate, chatted, and experienced rural life.

But who could have imagined that on just the first night, they would feel a power of redemption and healing?

This program, once it airs, will surely heal countless souls who, like them, feel lost and weary on their life's journey.

That night, because of a song, everyone's heart underwent a baptism.

Filled with emotion and exhaustion, everyone quickly returned to their rooms to sleep.

……

the next day.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the mushroom house through the window.

The director got up early, drank tea, and watched the monitor, feeling great.

Xiao Chen's song last night was simply a stroke of genius!

He could already foresee that the first episode would definitely go viral online!

The program's concept instantly elevated it to a whole new level.

"All units, prepare!"

"Drone crew, take off! Get ready to capture the morning mist and the empty village!"

"The props team, please check today's mission cards to make sure there are no problems!"

The director, holding a walkie-talkie, was giving orders with great enthusiasm.

The staff also sprang into action, and the entire production team began to operate efficiently, like a sophisticated machine.

However, ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes have passed.

Half an hour passed.

On the monitor, the bedrooms in the Mushroom House remained quiet, without a sound.

The director's brows began to furrow slightly.

He asked the assistant director next to him.

"What's going on?"

"Why aren't the guests up yet?"

The assistant director peeked at the monitor and spoke in a low voice.

"Maybe... I was just too tired yesterday?"

"After all, we were traveling and cooking at the same time."