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

On the hillside, compared to yesterday when there were only a few middle-aged and elderly laborers such as Leslie Cheung and Stephen Chow, today's scene can be described as bustling with activity.

Although Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming complained incessantly.

But they are young after all, and have plenty of energy.

In front of Xiao Chen, the two of them completely lost their temper and could only vent their pent-up frustration by digging holes and planting trees.

Deng Chao muttered through gritted teeth as he brandished his hoe.

"Hey! I'll teach you to trick me!"

"The idol's image has been shattered!"

It was as if the ground beneath their feet was Xiao Chen's incomparably handsome face.

Huang Xiaoming next to him wasn't much better off; sweat trickled down his sharply defined jawline and dripped into the soil.

"Brother Chao, do you think we're stupid?"

"I got a free meal, but ended up getting myself into trouble."

Stephen Chow squatted to the side, slowly watering the saplings.

Upon hearing this, a smile flickered in his eyes behind his glasses, and he spoke in his characteristic nonsensical tone.

"You're not stupid. You're dedicating yourselves to art and experiencing life."

"Let's make a movie about it, called 'The Two Emperors Who Planted Trees,' and it'll definitely be a box office hit."

Upon hearing this, even the usually composed Leslie Cheung couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He patted Huang Xiaoming on the shoulder and offered gentle words of comfort.

"Okay, stop complaining."

"Look, many hands make light work, isn't this much faster?"

It's definitely much faster.

Dilraba handed out water to everyone, her bright eyes never leaving Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen came along today, saying he wanted to experience life.

However, Huang Xiaoming and Deng Chao strongly suspected that Xiao Chen had come today to supervise the construction.

At this moment, Dilraba looked at Xiao Chen, her face flushed.

Even the way Xiao Chen works is different from others; his movements are clean and efficient.

Sweat slightly dampened the stray hairs on his forehead, clinging to his smooth brow. In the sunlight, his face seemed to glow.

Dilraba was mesmerized, thinking to herself, "How can someone be so beautiful even when doing farm work?"

Moreover, as he got older, Xiao Chen no longer made a fuss about maintaining his image as a handsome young man.

Instead, he started building muscle, which immediately filled the boy with a sense of power.

Compared to before, it makes people blush and feel even more excited.

Of course, Xiao Chen didn't notice Dilraba's wild thoughts and continued to plant trees diligently.

In just one afternoon, everyone worked together and not only paid off the 45 trees owed by Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming, but also exceeded their target by 10 trees.

Looking at the rows of saplings standing tall against the wind on the hillside, everyone felt a sense of accomplishment.

Back at the Mushroom House in the evening, the atmosphere was even more harmonious than the day before.

Having worked together, the barriers between them seemed to have disappeared.

Dinner wasn't as lavish as yesterday's; there was only a large pot of steaming white porridge on the table, along with a few dishes of pickled vegetables that Xiao Chen had made himself.

The cucumbers were crisp and refreshing, the radishes were sweet and sour, and there was also a small dish of savory fermented bean curd.

For these celebrities who are used to eating delicacies, this light dinner did not disappoint them at all.

On the contrary, it gives a feeling of comfort, like cleansing the stomach and intestines.

Mei Yanfang ladled out a bowl, blew on it gently, took a small sip, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Wow, this porridge is so thick! The rice oil is even coming out."

Xiao Chen's porridge was cooked to perfection; the rice grains were fluffy and melted in the mouth.

With a faint aroma of rice, it warmed everyone's stomach.

Deng Chao and Huang Xiaoming were exhausted after a long day and were starving. They wolfed down their food, drinking three bowls before they could recover.

Deng Chao wiped his mouth, expressing his heartfelt emotion.

"Brother Chen, I give up."

"From now on, if anyone says you can only act, I'll be the first to argue with them!"

"With cooking skills like yours, it would be a waste not to open a private restaurant!"

Xiao Chen just smiled and didn't say anything. He lowered his head and put a piece of crisp cucumber on Dilraba's plate.

A simple dinner, yet it tasted like home.

As night deepened, everyone sat in the courtyard, enjoying the evening breeze, listening to the croaking of frogs, and chatting about interesting things from all over the world.

There were no cameras, no script, only the most genuine relaxation and comfort.

Another good night's sleep.

The recording of the first episode officially ended the following morning.

Everyone packed their bags, preparing to leave this peaceful little village for the time being.

There's always a touch of reluctance at the moment of parting.

The production crew's car was already waiting at the village entrance.

Mei Yanfang walked up to Xiao Chen, her eyes slightly red.

She held Xiao Chen's hand and said sincerely.

"Ah Chen, thank you so much."

"It's been a very, very long time since your brother Guorong and I have been this happy and relaxed."

On stage, she is a dazzling and ever-changing diva with a powerful aura.

But at this moment, she was like a gentle older sister, her words filled with gratitude.

Leslie Cheung also came over. He looked at Xiao Chen with undisguised admiration and affection in his eyes.

"Yes, this show is great."

"It's a real luxury to have a place where we can put aside all our identities and halos and just be ourselves."

"Thank you for still inviting us two old folks."

Faced with their sincere gratitude, Xiao Chen's smile remained as gentle as ever.

He gently shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of affectionate reproach.

"Sister Mei, Brother Guorong, if you keep saying things like that, you're really being too formal."

"You are my family. If I didn't invite you to film this family-like variety show, who else would I invite?"

One sentence left Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung stunned.

Yes, family.

Back when we were on set, he always called me "brother" or "sister".

As he grew into an international superstar, he never changed his respect and affection for them.

This friendship has long surpassed that of ordinary friends.

Tears welled up in Mei Yanfang's eyes, but she eventually laughed and slapped Xiao Chen's arm hard.

"Alright, alright! We've been too polite!"

"You brat!"

Leslie Cheung also smiled broadly.

"Yes, we are family."

A few simple words of conversation contained a deep affection that others could not understand.

The crew members watching this scene couldn't help but feel moved.

In the fame-driven entertainment industry, such pure feelings are truly rare.

Xiao Chen, who is able to connect these legendary figures, possesses an immeasurable personal charisma.

After bidding farewell to everyone, Xiao Chen took a car back to Beijing.

Outside the car window, the scenery rushed past.

Xiao Chen leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was racing.

Filming for Avatar has been completed, and the film is now in the long and expensive post-production phase.

His demands for special effects were almost obsessive, which meant it was destined to be a time-consuming and labor-intensive project.

"Back to Field" is pre-recorded, with each episode airing two weeks apart.

This means he has a lot of free time.