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

Reba rested her chin on her hand, staring at the skewer of meat turning over, her saliva almost dripping from her mouth.

"Brother Xiao, are you done yet?"

Xiao Chen picked up a skewer of grilled beef tendon that was golden brown and crispy, and stuffed it directly into her mouth.

"You're just being greedy. Isn't it hot?"

Dilraba was scalded and kept gasping for breath, but she kept shouting indistinctly.

"It smells so good."

Sister Mei and Brother Rong sat side by side on a long bench, each holding a can of ice-cold beer.

"These days are more tiring than performing at the Hong Kong Coliseum, but they are also more fulfilling."

Anita Mui looked at Xiao Chen bustling about amidst the lively atmosphere and sighed with genuine admiration.

Xiao Chen turned his head, and his eyes shone brightly through the swirling smoke.

"Being tired is normal; it means we're still alive, and living a pretty good life."

He neatly arranged a plate of roasted chives and mushrooms and pushed it in front of everyone.

"Let's get started!"

"We're not leaving until we're drunk tonight, we still have to go back to the fields to turn over the soil tomorrow."

The group laughed and chatted, and the crisp sound of clinking glasses carried far into the quiet village at night.

The night was deep, but the lights in the Mushroom House were warm and inviting.

In Xiao Tian's world, outside of fame and fortune, Xiao Chen remains the center.

Night completely enveloped the tranquil mountain forest, and the smoke from the barbecue slowly dissipated in the evening breeze.

Xiao Chen brushed the remaining seasoning residue from his fingertips and lazily yawned.

This appearance is indeed exceptionally beautiful, even under dim lighting.

Her perfect jawline and radiant skin prompted the production crew behind the camera to give her several close-ups.

"Alright, old bastards and young heartthrobs, go back to your nests and dream about getting married."

His words made Dilraba cover her mouth and chuckle, her beautiful eyes filled with Xiao Chen's image.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui stood up and patted Xiao Chen on the shoulder with smiles.

Everyone was really exhausted. They spent the day struggling with those saplings in the mud, and then the group of kids drained their energy in the afternoon.

Go back to your room.

Turn off the lights.

Xiao Chen was lying on the wooden bed, his hands behind his head, just about to drift off to sleep, when a tremendous noise entered his ears.

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

On the left is Jay Chou, and on the right is Lin Junjie. These two musical talents seem to have transformed into two high-powered exhaust fans at this moment.

The rhythm rose and fell, complementing each other, and you could even hear the deep bass beauty of heavy metal rock.

The roof tiles seemed to tremble from the vibration.

On the other side, Leslie Cheung rolled over, then rolled over again, and finally sat up.

Her hair was a little messy, and her eyes were filled with despair.

He looked at Xiao Chen, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that was both amused and exasperated.

"Ah Chen, are these two having a lung capacity contest?"

Xiao Chen propped himself up, the moonlight shining on his handsome face, making him look a little mischievous.

"Brother, this is called soul resonance; it's something most people can't imitate."

Leslie Cheung rubbed his temples.

"I've never suffered this much in my entire life filming, even pulling all-nighters. Is there any way to get rid of these two 'gods'?"

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow and got out of bed.

"Simply put, physical noise reduction is no match for magical attacks."

He groped around in the dark for a while and finally found a vintage cassette tape recorder.

These props, prepared by the production team for nostalgia, have become the best "weapons" in this moment.

With a "click," the record button was pressed.

Xiao Chen brought the tape recorder close to Jay Chou's mouth, who was fast asleep and drooling.

"Hmm, the sampling rate is good, and this subwoofer is quite heavy."

After recording for a good ten minutes, Xiao Chen packed up the equipment and gestured for Zhang Guorong to leave.

"Let's go, brother, let's have a private meal in the yard."

The two quietly slipped out of the room and came to the pergola in the courtyard.

The wind here is cool, carrying the fresh scent of earth and grass.

Xiao Chen moved swiftly and hung two canvas hammocks between the two thick wooden pillars.

"Try lying down; even a five-star hotel doesn't offer this level of comfort."

Leslie Cheung tentatively lay down on the hammock, and the gentle swaying of the hammock instantly enveloped his entire body with a relaxing feeling of being wrapped up.

"Ah Chen, how did you even grow your head? It's definitely more comfortable here than inside."

Xiao Chen also lay down on another hammock, his long legs hanging down naturally.

"That's right, this camping style is specifically designed to cure insomnia."

The starry sky hung low in the mountains, and the two gradually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist, gilding the mushroom house with a golden edge.

Dilraba rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room, just in time to see Anita Mui tying her hair in the yard.

The two saw the strange sight under the pergola almost at the same time.

"Huh? Why are Ah-Chen and my brother sleeping here?"

Anita Mui walked closer and saw that Xiao Chen was sleeping peacefully, with his long eyelashes casting two rows of shadows under his eyelids.

This face is simply a work of art sculpted by God himself.

"She's so good-looking, it's like she's giving no one a chance to survive."

Sister Mei muttered something under her breath, her tone full of doting affection.

Dilraba squatted by the hammock, feeling both sorry for him and a little envious.

"Sister Mei, I also want to sleep in a hammock. It looks much softer than a wooden bed."

At this moment, Leslie Cheung also woke up, stretched, and felt a sense of comfort emanating from his bones.

"Mei-mei, it's not that we want to show off, it's just that those two in the house are really too noisy."

He turned to look at Xiao Chen.

"Ah Chen, the sun's high in the sky, time for the wake-up call."

Xiao Chen opened his eyes, his gaze clearer than someone who had just woken up.

"Instructions received. I'll go and wake up the two lost piglets."

He carried the tape recorder and sneaked into the main room with a wicked grin.

Jay Chou and Lin Junjie were still sound asleep, completely unaware that disaster was about to befall them.

Xiao Chen placed the tape recorder on the wooden stool between the two of them and turned it to the maximum volume.

"Play".

In an instant, a deafening snoring sound exploded in the narrow room.

"Boom—!"

It felt like someone was setting off a thousand firecrackers in my ear.

Jay Chou suddenly straightened up, his usually meticulously styled hair now a mess.

"What happened? Was there an earthquake? Or an alien invasion?"

Lin Junjie fared even worse, jumping out of bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Help! What's that noise? Is someone renovating or demolishing their house?"

The two stared at each other until they saw Xiao Chen standing at the head of the bed with his hands on his hips.

The sound from the tape recorder continued, its unique frequency perfectly matching their heartbeats at that moment.

After listening for three seconds, Jay Chou's expression changed from fear to embarrassment.

"This...this was posted by me?"

Xiao Chen turned off the switch, and the room instantly became eerily quiet.

"Congratulations to you two, you've earned the title of 'Mushroom House Demolition Team'."

He pointed out the window.

"My brother was so shocked by you guys last night that he almost ran away from home. My brother and I stayed outside in the wind all night."

Jay Chou scratched the back of his head, so embarrassed he wished he could disappear into a crack in the board.

"Really? I'm usually a very quiet sleeper..."