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

The people around dared not utter a sound.

They looked at Stephen Chow, awaiting the final verdict from this tyrant on set.

Everyone can see that Stephen Chow treats this child very differently.

After a long while, a stiff smile suddenly appeared on Stephen Chow's usually serious face.

He reached out, his movements somewhat clumsy, as if to pat Xiao Chen's head.

"very good."

"This role is yours."

He only said two sentences.

But the entire crew was in an uproar!

"Approved! Is it settled then?"

"My God, Stephen Chow actually smiled!"

"Xiao Chen is simply blessed with natural talent! He directs well, and he acts so well too!"

Assistant director Tian Qiwen leaned closer and asked cautiously.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, so... he's going to play Little Sing?"

Zhou Xingchi didn't turn his head; his eyes remained fixed on Xiao Chen, as if he were looking at a piece of uncut jade.

"Otherwise what?"

"Why don't you go find someone better and show it to me?"

One sentence left Tian Qiwen speechless for a long time.

He's followed Stephen Chow for so many years, when has he ever seen him so satisfied with an actor?

He's still a child!

Moreover, it's not just that they're satisfied; Stephen Chow's attitude is simply amazing!

What happened next completely surprised the entire crew.

Instead of immediately arranging the next scene, Stephen Chow, unusually, pulled Xiao Chen to sit down on a small stool to the side.

What kinds of movies do you usually like to watch?

"How did you come up with this character?"

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Stephen Chow, who used to be very sparing with words and rarely spoke on set except for "action" and "cut," was a man of few words.

But now he's holding a twelve-year-old child's hand, talking on and on.

That attitude wasn't that of a director to an actor; it was clearly a friendship between people of different ages who had found kindred spirits.

Xiao Chen has an innocent and naive face, but his heart is as steady as an old dog.

He knew he had made the right bet.

What he just portrayed was not just the character, but also Stephen Chow's own childhood.

That loneliness of struggling at the bottom, and the humiliation of being looked down upon.

Most importantly, there's that naivety that harbors unrealistic heroic dreams...

Xiao Chen caught them all perfectly.

Xiao Chen handled Zhou Xingchi's rapid-fire questions with ease.

He spoke in childlike language about his deepest understanding of acting.

Every now and then, a witty joke would pop out, making Stephen Chow laugh out loud.

Everyone on set was stunned.

Is this still the same Stephen Chow they know, the one who is unpredictable and can verbally abuse people mercilessly?

The atmosphere.

This is way too harmonious!

As they got into the conversation, Xiao Chen's stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

He patted his belly, tilted his incredibly beautiful little face up, and blinked his big eyes at Stephen Chow.

"Mr. Stephen Chow, I'm hungry."

"How about you buy me a late-night snack tonight?"

If this slightly coquettish remark had been made by anyone else, they probably would have been rolled their eyes at Stephen Chow.

But when Xiao Chen said it, Zhou Xingchi was only stunned for a moment, and then laughed even harder.

"good!"

"Order whatever you like!"

Xiao Chen happily agreed, but in his heart, he was planning something else.

His true intention in having this late-night snack was not what it seemed.

Now that I've landed the role, I can also take care of some of my past regrets.

……

As night falls, neon lights illuminate the streets of the port city.

Xiao Chen didn't choose a high-end hotel, but instead led Zhou Xingchi through a maze of twists and turns, into a back alley full of local life.

At the entrance of the alley, a food stall had several greasy folding tables set up.

Zhou Xingchi looked at the surroundings with some surprise.

"this one?"

Xiao Chen found a seat and sat down, familiar with the place.

"Stephen Chow, the best food is hidden in these hole-in-the-wall restaurants."

This was the same restaurant that his brother and sister Amei had taken him to before.

After speaking to Zhou Xingchi, Xiao Chen waved in one direction.

Zhou Xingchi followed his gaze and suddenly froze.

At a table in the corner, a familiar figure was drinking alone in silence.

His hair was graying, his figure was slightly overweight, and his face showed an unconcealable sense of loneliness.

It is Wu Mengda.

The air froze instantly.

Stephen Chow paused, instinctively wanting to turn around, not daring to look at that familiar figure.

He knew that the rumors circulating outside were very unpleasant.

They say he doesn't value old friendships, that he abandoned his old brothers after becoming famous.

He couldn't explain it.

That's how movies are—full of variables and regrets.

But he felt guilty in front of Da Ge, his mentor and friend, with whom he had worked for many years.

Stephen Chow spoke in a low voice and turned to leave.

"Let's go."

He didn't know how to face Wu Mengda.

Just then, the lonely figure raised his head.

Wu Mengda looked at Zhou Xingchi standing at the alley entrance, raised his glass, and toasted Zhou Xingchi from afar.

"Ah Xing, come in and have a seat."

"What are you hiding from?"

His voice was hoarse, revealing a kind of open-mindedness typical of people from the martial arts world.

Stephen Chow's body froze on the spot.

Xiao Chen sighed, walked over, grabbed Zhou Xingchi's sleeve, and dragged him to the table.

"Stephen Chow, Uncle Ng, I'm starving!"

"Shall we order first?"

His childish voice broke the awkward silence.

Wu Mengda looked at Xiao Chen and forced a smile.

"Okay, Ah Chen, if you're hungry, order some food first."

"Why don't you order whatever you want to eat?"

As he spoke, he filled the empty glasses in front of both Zhou Xingchi and himself with wine.

Xiao Chen nodded obediently, sat quietly to the side looking at the menu, and became a background figure.

For tonight's late-night snack, he was only in charge of organizing the gathering.

The rest is for them to handle themselves.

Stephen Chow was restless, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet.

Wu Mengda picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah Xing, I know you're having a hard time."

He put down his wine glass and let out a long sigh.

"That's how making movies is; nothing ever goes perfectly."

"It's your movie, you decide, I understand."

There were no complaints, no questions, only one sentence: "I understand."

Stephen Chow's eyes instantly reddened.

He picked up the wine glass, his hand trembling slightly, and some of the wine spilled out.

"Brother Da..."

All the words in the world can be summed up in just two simple words.

Stephen Chow downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, the spicy liquid burning from his throat all the way to his stomach.

Seeing this scene before him, Xiao Chen felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

In my past life, it was because of this movie, "Kung Fu Hustle".

Stephen Chow and Ng Man-tat, this golden duo, parted ways and never collaborated again until their deaths.

It became an eternal regret in the hearts of countless movie fans.

Now that he's here in this life, he absolutely cannot let tragedy repeat itself.

Anyway, it's better than when the two of them met again in their previous life, at Uncle Da's funeral.

Xiao Chen crisply called over the boss and ordered a whole bunch of food.

Then, like a little adult, she kept serving food to the two of them.

"Stephen Chow, you should try this Typhoon Shelter Crab!"

"Uncle Da, this roast goose is their signature dish, please have some!"

During the meal, Xiao Chen's witty remarks gradually eased the atmosphere.

Two middle-aged men chatted about their poverty when they first entered the industry, and about the funny things they did while eating boxed lunches on set.

And those youthful days that can never be returned to.

When they got emotional, they both laughed, and as they laughed, tears welled up in their eyes.

Xiao Chen sat quietly to the side, taking small bites of chicken wing.

He knew that some knots in their hearts needed time to untie, but he had already built a bridge for them.

This is enough.