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

Liu Yifei felt a little depressed.

She came to the Golden Horse Awards with her mother today, purely to broaden her horizons.

The ceremony was long and boring, and she had long been unable to sit still.

I had finally waited for the end, and was talking to my mother with my head down when I was suddenly bumped into.

It wasn't very powerful, but it happened very suddenly.

She frowned and looked up, about to scold the other person for not watching where they were going, but then she immediately recognized who had bumped into her.

It's Xiao Chen.

The twelve-year-old Best Director who stole the show tonight.

I was standing far away in the audience and only thought the boy was very good-looking.

Now we're face to face, less than half a meter apart.

She then realized that the word "good-looking" was simply not enough to describe her.

His features seemed to have been sculpted by God himself, so exquisite that not a single flaw could be found.

Her skin was even more delicate and fair than that of the girl.

Especially those eyes, just looking at you like that makes your heart skip a beat.

Liu Yifei felt her cheeks suddenly become hot.

I could even clearly hear my own heart racing.

No!

We can't let him look down on us!

Hitting someone is hitting someone; being handsome doesn't put food on the table!

Xiao Chen looked at the girl in front of him, whose cheeks were slightly flushed and who was trying to remain calm, and was about to speak.

Just as she was about to apologize, a slightly anxious female voice came from behind Liu Yifei.

"Sissi!"

"Hurry up, the car is already waiting!"

Liu Yifei froze, and the serious aura she had managed to maintain instantly crumbled.

She glanced back, then quickly turned back to glare at Xiao Chen, her eyes filled with frustration and resentment.

They just left like that?

That won't do!

He hasn't even formally apologized yet!

In a flash, a bold idea crossed her mind.

Before Xiao Chen and Wang Jinhua could react, Liu Yifei suddenly stepped forward.

With a clear objective, they took Xiao Chen's phone from his hand.

Xiao Chen was holding the trophy in one hand and his phone in the other, completely unprepared for her move.

I got a small Nokia phone.

Liu Yifei's fair fingers flew across the keyboard as she dialed a number for herself.

The mobile phone in her pocket then vibrated slightly.

Get it!

She smoothly handed the phone back to Xiao Chen.

It happened so fast that Wang Jinhua's open mouth couldn't even close.

After doing all this, Liu Yifei raised her chin again, trying her best to make her voice sound steady and powerful.

I've saved your number.

"I'm going to study in the US soon. When I come back next time, you owe me a meal as an apology."

She paused, then added, as if to emphasize.

"No reneging on the debt!"

The urging from afar grew even more urgent.

"Sissi!"

Liu Yifei didn't linger and gave Xiao Chen a deep look.

Her clear almond-shaped eyes held a complex mix of emotions: provocation, curiosity, and a panic she herself was unaware of.

Then she turned and ran.

The ponytail drew a clean arc in the air and quickly disappeared around the corner of the passage.

The entire VIP passage fell silent once again.

Wang Jinhua was stunned, and it took her a long time to find her voice.

"This...this little girl is too..."

She wanted to say "fierce," but felt it wasn't quite right.

In the end, all he could do was look at Xiao Chen's overly conspicuous face and sigh helplessly.

"Sigh, with looks like that, this kind of thing will probably happen a lot in the future."

Xiao Chen looked down at his phone; the unfamiliar number he had just dialed was still on the screen.

He wore an expression that was both funny and exasperated.

This can be considered...

Was I staged for an accident?

However, it was indeed because he wasn't looking ahead and bumped into someone.

It's only right to treat someone to a meal.

But this method was quite unexpected.

He smiled and casually saved the number.

In the contact person's name field, he thought for a moment and entered four characters.

Fairy Sister.

On the way back to the hotel in the van, the Taipei night view outside the window was dazzling with lights.

Xiao Chen leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, his mind still replaying everything that had happened that night.

The weight of the trophy, the blinding flash of the camera, and the girl's slightly angry face.

It all felt like an unreal dream.

Just then, his phone rang.

Wang Jinhua glanced at the caller ID, immediately handed over the phone, and her expression became more serious.

Two words appeared on the screen: Brother.

Xiao Chen opened his eyes, the weariness in them vanished, replaced by a smile.

He answered the phone, speaking very softly.

"elder brother."

On the other end of the phone came Leslie Cheung's unique, magnetic voice, tinged with laughter.

"Xiao Chen, congratulations!"

"The youngest Best Director at the Golden Horse Awards, amazing!"

Xiao Chen smiled.

"Brother, you're making fun of me."

"It's all just good luck."

Leslie Cheung's tone was very serious.

"This isn't luck."

"Ah Mei and I were both there during the filming, and we know how talented you are."

"You were born to do this job."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Leslie Cheung changed the subject and said in a half-joking tone.

"Seriously, when will our great Director Xiao ever give an old actor like me a role?"

"Your sister Mei and I are still waiting for you."

This was originally intended as a joking compliment.

But the speaker meant no harm, while the listener took it to heart.

Xiao Chen frowned and seriously considered his brother's suggestion.

A script suddenly popped into his head.

brother.

Sister Amei.

And him.

There just happens to be a movie that's perfect for all three of them to appear in together.

Once this thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

The script's plot, the characters' fates, and classic lines of dialogue intertwined wildly in his mind, forming a complete prototype.

Xiao Chen's smile slowly faded, and his expression became more focused than ever before.

He spoke into the phone in an unusually serious tone.

"Brother, I'm not joking."

"Wait a few days, and I'll give you an answer."

Leslie Cheung on the other end of the phone was visibly taken aback.

He seemed surprised that this twelve-year-old child would respond to his joke so seriously.

He then chuckled softly.

"Great, great, I'm waiting for our Director Xiao's script."

"Then I won't disturb your celebration any longer. Get some rest."

Acting is fine.

Directing movies is also an option.

But writing a screenplay...

Leslie Cheung smiled and shook his head.

Rong clearly took it as childish talk, made a couple of jokes, and then hung up the phone.

But Xiao Chen held onto his phone for a long time, his mind already replaying every detail of the movie.

His gaze pierced through the car window, looking into the endless darkness in the distance.

Wang Jinhua looked at his profile and her heart skipped a beat.

She knew that expression all too well.

Every time Xiao Chen shows this expression, it means that a work that will shake the entire industry is about to be born.

This twelve-year-old boy is about to create another miracle.