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

Dilraba quickly ran over and snatched the wet clothes from the old lady's hands.

"Grandma, don't move, I'll do it!"

Xiao Chen carried a bag of flour and a bucket of oil into the house and looked around.

The room was dark, containing only an earthen bed and a few dilapidated wooden boxes.

Although the old man was poor, his house was kept very clean.

"Who is this child?" Xiao Chen squatted down next to the little boy.

His parents work away from home and haven't been back for several years.

Grandma sighed, but there was no resentment in her eyes.

"Life may be a bit tight, but with him around, I have something to look forward to."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but took the branch from the little boy and drew a lifelike "Hong Wending" on the ground.

"To draw well, you need a steady hand, like this."

He taught diligently, and the little boy watched with fascination.

When leaving the store, Xiao Chen secretly slipped a few hundred yuan under the flour bag.

The second company was in a worse situation.

There is only an elderly man with mobility issues living in the house, and the roof is still leaking.

Without saying a word, Leslie Cheung climbed the ladder onto the roof to repair it.

Mei Jie was inside the house helping the old man trim his nails and chatting with him.

Xiao Chen was busy in the kitchen, turning all the ingredients he had brought into cooked food that could be stored for several days.

The old man looked at the group of big stars bustling around, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.

"You're all good people...you're all good people."

Xiao Chen smiled, his tone still as humorous as ever.

"Grandpa, we're just here to use a seat, please don't be shy."

The third house was occupied by an elderly couple.

The old man was bedridden for many years and relied entirely on his wife for care.

When Xiao Chen entered the courtyard, he saw the old lady chopping firewood.

The axe was so heavy that she couldn't lift it at all; she could only inch it down.

Xiao Chen strode over and snatched the axe.

"Grandma, I can't let you do this heavy work. I didn't build all these muscles for nothing."

He took off his coat, revealing strong, muscular arms.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The firewood shattered under the axe, neatly arranged like a work of art.

Everyone did their part; some swept the yard, while others chatted with the elderly.

What they saw in these elderly people was not suffering, but a kind of open-mindedness that had seen through the ways of the world.

"As long as people are still alive, they'll have company."

These words made Yang Zi secretly wipe away tears several times.

On the way back, everyone was a little down.

Xiao Chen walked at the front, carrying the remaining half-bucket of oil for the elderly.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy."

"Let's come more often in the future, that's better than anything else."

He glanced back at the camera behind him, then at the majestic mountains that appeared even more imposing in the setting sun.

This episode of "Back to Field" is destined to become a cherished memory for countless people.

And the boy standing in the wind is still the all-around and gentle Xiao Chen.

……

As night fell, the lights in the Mushroom House reflected a sense of weariness and heaviness.

The Mushroom House is still upset about what happened this afternoon.

Song Dandan's eyes were red-rimmed. She gripped Mei Yanfang's hand, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Amei, what about those old people...aren't they cold at night?"

"We're leaving tomorrow, will they be all alone again?"

Anita Mui patted the back of her hand. This radiant diva on stage was, at this moment, just a soft-hearted woman.

She looked at Xiao Chen chopping wood in the yard; his back was sharp, and every swing of the axe was full of power.

But she knew that this child thought more than anyone else.

"Yes, we can only help for a while, not forever."

She sighed.

"The camera can only capture so much; what the audience sees is ultimately seen through a screen."

These words struck a chord with everyone.

Yang Zi's eyes were already swollen like walnuts, and she sobbed softly, not daring to make too much noise.

Dilraba sat beside her, silently handing her a tissue, while she herself bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the silent figure not far away.

The camera faithfully recorded everything. The director nodded silently behind the monitor; this episode had gained depth.

Song Dandan suddenly shouted.

"Xiao Chen".

"You child, you haven't said a word since you got back. What have you been thinking about?"

All eyes immediately turned to that direction.

Xiao Chen stopped what he was doing and neatly stacked the chopped firewood. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Instead of giving a direct answer, she asked a question.

"Single Mom, how long do you think the warmth and excitement we brought today will last?"

Song Dandan was stunned.

"One month? Two months?"

Xiao Chen's tone was calm, yet it was like a heavy blow.

"And then what?"

"Will they feel even more lonely when the cameras are off and our attention wanes?"

These words plunged the room into a deathly silence.

Yes, could a moment of enthusiasm turn out to be a cruel reminder?

To remind them that they were briefly seen and then quickly forgotten?

Leslie Cheung had been sitting quietly until now. He spoke slowly, his voice warm but tinged with bitterness.

"Chenzai is right."

"Simply giving material things and cheap sympathy sometimes resembles a condescending act of charity."

Mei Yanfang looked at Xiao Chen with eyes full of admiration and heartache.

This younger brother always seems to see the core of things.

Xiao Chen walked to the middle of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over every face before finally settling on the camera lens.

"I think what they need is a sense of being needed, a proof that they are still connected to this world."

"What they need is not pity, but respect and peace of mind."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"What we can do is not to buy peace of mind with a few hundred dollars."

"Instead, we use our influence to advocate for sustainable attention."

"To build a system that allows them to contribute their remaining energy and find a sense of belonging." "This is more meaningful than any one-off visit."

Song Dandan stared intently at Xiao Chen, her gaze shifting from shock to admiration.

She was supposed to catch a flight early tomorrow morning, but at this moment, a thought was growing wildly in her mind.

She slapped her thigh suddenly.

"I'm not leaving!"

This sudden remark startled everyone.

Yang Zi hesitated.

"A single mother?"

A light rekindled in Song Dandan's eyes.

"I said, I'm not leaving!"

"Xiao Chen is right!"

"What's the use of just lamenting? We need to get things done!"

"Let's hold a get-together for the village's elderly tomorrow!" "Not for anything else, just to let them have a fun and lively day!"

This proposal, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand ripples.

Yang Zi was the first to jump up, tears still on her face, but her voice trembled with excitement.

"I agree! I can sing for the grandparents!"

Dilraba also stood up, her face flushed with excitement.

"I...I can dance! I can dance the dances of my hometown!"