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

Mom...Mom?

Before Xiao Chen could even utter the word, the rough-looking men in the crew erupted in cheers.

"Why am I not three years old? I want to hug Zhenmei and call her 'Mommy' too!"

"Go ahead and yell right now, see if the director doesn't break your legs!"

"Some people reach the pinnacle of life at the age of three, being held by goddesses and called sons, while we are thirty and still carrying machines here."

"If I could get a hug like that from Zhenmei, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life!"

The men carrying props on set were now pounding their chests in frustration, their eyes filled with envy as they looked at Xiao Chen.

That kid is so lucky!

Xiao Chen ignored the noise around him, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he spoke in a soft, trusting tone.

"Mother."

Upon hearing Xiao Chen's voice, Qiu Shuzhen immediately felt a warm current welling up from the bottom of her heart.

She couldn't help but pull Xiao Chen into her arms and give him a big kiss on his soft cheek.

"Oh, my good son!"

Despite sensing the envy, jealousy, and hatred of others, Xiao Chen remained completely unmoved.

As a veteran actor who spent half his life playing minor roles, he knows all too well how to quickly build a relationship with his co-stars.

Especially when playing mother and son, this kind of intimacy is an essential skill.

Chingmy Yau was just doing what an actor should do.

Qiu Shuzhen held Xiao Chen in her arms, feeling the little body inside her was soft and fragrant.

Besides wanting to quickly establish a relationship with the little one in her arms, she also genuinely liked Xiao Chen.

"Come on, Mom will take you to the film set to show you around our future home."

She carried Xiao Chen and walked towards the interior of the film set.

……

The day passed quickly.

The film crew officially started shooting the next day.

The first scene today is the one where Li Lianjie plays Hong Xiguan, who escapes with his son Hong Wending.

Director Wang Jing sat behind the monitor, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He almost crushed the cigar in his hand.

His gaze swept back and forth between Li Lianjie and the three-year-old child.

What level of actor is Jet Li?

Kung Fu Emperor!

Box office guarantee!

Wang Jing went to great lengths, using many favors and spending real money to finally invite Li Lianjie.

His schedule is precious, and his condition is even more invaluable.

But what about Xiao Chen...?

Wang Jing admitted that the child was cute and delicate, and his cleverness far exceeded that of his peers.

But acting isn't about being clever.

This is a real performance in front of the camera!

How could a three-year-old toddler, without any training, understand what positioning and emotions are?

Do you understand what camera presence is?

Wang Jing has prepared for the worst.

At worst, we can shoot a dozen or twenty takes. If all else fails, we can just use a body double and long shots to get by.

I just hope this little devil won't cry or make a fuss, and won't wear down Li Lianjie's patience.

The sound of the clapperboard rang out.

"All departments, prepare!"

"The first scene, the first shot of 'The New Shaolin Five Ancestors,' action!"

At Wang Jing's command, the entire film set fell silent instantly.

All eyes were focused on the two figures, one large and one small, in the center of the arena.

Jet Li immediately got into character.

His eyes were tired, and he held his son's hand tightly, each step heavy and cautious.

The image of a tragic hero on the run was immediately established.

And Xiao Chen beside him...

Just a second before he shouted "action," he was making faces at the makeup artist next to him, making her laugh heartily.

Wang Jing simply couldn't bear to watch the footage being transmitted back from the cameras.

Li Lianjie also frowned slightly.

But the moment the machine was turned on, a miracle happened.

All the smiles on Xiao Chen's face suddenly vanished.

Those once bright and lively eyes became calm and still, even carrying a hint of determination and indifference that did not belong to his age.

His small body stood straight; he was no longer the adorable toddler who needed his mother's embrace, but an orphan burdened with a deep-seated blood feud.

Xiao Chen didn't look at Li Lianjie, but turned his head slightly as if there were enemies chasing after him there.

That innate vigilance and wariness made Li Lianjie, who was standing opposite him, feel an invisible pressure.

Is this really the kind of aura a three-year-old child should have?

Behind the monitor, the cigar Wang Jing was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

No!

The child's eyes, posture, and even the frequency of his breathing in the shot were exactly what he had imagined Hong Wending to be!

It's like the characters in the script have come to life!

The surrounding staff were also dumbfounded.

One second the little cutie was begging for candy, the next second her aura turned into a towering presence.

The contrast is so stark it's chilling.

Jet Li, after all, was a seasoned film emperor, and his surprise only lasted for a few seconds.

Besides his own expertise, it was also because he sensed the emotions Xiao Chen was conveying.

It felt like a battle between masters.

Li Lianjie had originally planned to engage the child's emotions and rhythm, but at this moment he found it completely useless.

This child doesn't need him to take care of him at all.

He can handle all his roles with ease!

Li Lianjie's eyes narrowed, instantly amplifying his original seven points of sorrow to ten.

He gripped Xiao Chen's hand, unconsciously tightening his grip, as if he were truly leading his only bloodline to safety.

The two, one big and one small, wandered through the desolate set.

Without a single line of dialogue, the tragic grandeur of a hero at the end of his road was powerfully conveyed through the camera, striking the hearts of everyone present!

Wang Jing jumped up and shouted

"Cut!"

He stared intently at the monitor's playback, his face flushed with excitement.

"good!"

"Very good!!"

Wang Jing pushed aside his chair and rushed to the center of the field, looking at Xiao Chen as if he were a monster.

"Kid! You...you're a fucking genius!"

The staff around him wiped their sweat.

It was clear that Wang Jing was very agitated; he even swore in front of the child.

As soon as the camera was turned off, Xiao Chen's cold and hard aura vanished instantly.

He transformed back into an innocent, adorable child, blinking his big eyes and looking at Wang Jing with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle Director, is there something I did wrong in my acting?"

Wang Jing choked.

Looking at that pure and innocent little face, I was speechless for a long time.

Was the acting poor?

If this performance is not good, then all the actors in Hong Kong can go home!

Li Lianjie, who was standing nearby, also came over. He squatted down and looked at his little partner intently.

The previous politeness and aloofness were gone from his eyes, replaced by genuine appreciation.

"kid,"

"You...have you studied acting before?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and answered in a childish voice.

No.

"The director told me to think about how my dad was being bullied, so I got very angry and sad."

Xiao Chen spoke casually, but to everyone present it was like a thunderclap.

How could such an amazing performance be presented with just one sentence from the director?

This is beyond what the word "genius" can describe.

This is a monster!