Chapter 1 Part 1
Translator: Rya
During the Spring Festival, Chang'an Avenue in the capital was decorated with lights, but the roads that have always been crowded are spacious and empty. At the CCTV station, the stars of the Spring Festival Gala rushed nervously to the CCTV No. 1 studio for the fifth rehearsal.
Chu Xiaoyi followed the staff in a hurry and suddenly felt a dry throat, coughing violently, and pulled at the brim of his hat unconsciously.
The agent, He Xin, quickly handed out a water bottle when seeing that his artist was in a bad condition, worriedly saying, "Are you okay? Would you like some water?"
The director, who was leading the way, stopped walking when he heard the words, and a girl looked shyly at Chu Xiaoyi, her face showing a trace of concern.
Chu Xiaoyi saw the surrounding people looking at him anxiously. He didn’t want to delay the progress of the staff. He waved his hand to show that there was nothing wrong, and said with a hoarse voice: "It's okay, just take some medicine at night."
The agent, He Xin, watched Chu Xiaoyi go to the stage. He could only sigh silently in the corner as he watched the other party performing the rehearsal on stage. Chu Xiaoyi caught a cold during the filming. After filming, he rushed to the Spring Festival Gala and nervously rehearsed for several days non-stop. So, no wonder his body had not improved much since then.
However, celebrities are not allowed to complain about fatigue and illness at will, especially those rising stars and entertainers. Although Chu Xiaoyi is now a popular traffic niche, no one can guarantee that he will be able to stay on fire for a long time. This makes him feel very dangerous and anxious, like a machine that dares not to stop.
After the end of the rehearsal, Chu Xiaoyi was finally able to have a rest and sat in front of the makeup mirror to take medicine. He Xin asked: “Are you going home this year? Should I let them send your luggage back first?”
Chu Xiaoyi was a little confused when he heard the words, and he didn't dare to say: “Don’t I need to work?” Could he have lost his popularity so quickly?
He Xin: “What kind of work can you do during the Spring Festival? Isn't it just a Spring Festival Gala performance?”
Chu Xiaoyi: "There weren't any jobs in the previous years..."
He Xin: "The year before last there was an unexpected delay. Last year, it was Director Chen's play. Those were special circumstances. You should rest for this year!"
Chu Xiaoyi sat down on a chair in a daze, looking a little confused and at a loss. He didn't expect that he could still have a luxurious rest, and he could go home for the first time in a long time and have a good New Year's holiday.
He Xin reminded: “Would you like to call Uncle and Aunt? You haven’t been back in years, have you?”
Chu Xiaoyi has been busy like a spinning top for the past few years, and in fact, he hasn't been able to relax and rest during the Lunar New Year holidays, to the point of he didn't even have time to talk on the phone with his parents. It was unavoidable, the work and rest time for both him and his parents are completely different. Chu Xiaoyi was either on the plane or on the way to the plane. How could he call his family at two or three o'clock in the morning when he was finally free?
His father, Chu Jiadong, would occasionally talk to him on the phone, but they never talked much, and often hung up without saying a word. His mother, Xiao Bi, a high school teacher, was also equally busy and Chu Xiaoyi had long been accustomed to it.
Chu Xiaoyi: "Let's talk about it when the Spring Festival Gala is over. Anyway, it's not far away, it's not too late for this call."
He hadn't seen his parents for a long time. He didn't know what to say on the phone for a while, and he felt a sense of homelessness.
In the Yurongtai Community, Han Ya saw a stylish and elegant tea room in the small courtyard and immediately knew that this was where the high school teacher, Xiao Bi, resides. Teacher Xiao was dignified, elegant, friendly, and full of the classical beauty of Oriental women. She was very popular among students in her grades. It's been a long time since Han Ya graduated, and she still has a vivid memory of Teacher Xiao.
Of course, one of the reasons why Han Ya and others were so impressed with Teacher Xiao was that Teacher Xiao's son became a star.
In her third year, Han Ya was making up lessons at her teacher's home and she even met a teenager, Chu Xiaoyi, and talked with him about a lot of pop singers. No one thought that Chu Xiaoyi's posters are now plastered all over the streets, becoming an idol chased by countless girls. Han Ya can always see Chu Xiaoyi on TV and recalling the teacher from his face looks like his mother’s.
As a well-known high-end real estate, Yurongtai has beautiful and quiet surroundings and an excellent environment in the city. Teacher Xiao Bi's home is located on the first floor, with a well-groomed, spacious courtyard.
"Teacher Xiao, Happy Chinese New Year!"
As soon as Han Ya entered the house, she was warmly welcomed by Teacher Xiao. Xiao Bi looked at Han Ya, who was carrying a large and small bag, and gave her a reproachful look. "Come and carry so many things?" she said helplessly.
Han Ya smiled and said, "I ate so many meals at my teacher's house in my senior year, and now I have to make up for it."
Xiao Bi couldn't laugh or cry when she heard the words, so she could only help her student put down the things in her hands and at the same time beckoning her to sit down.
In the room, two elderly people, a man and a woman, were choosing vegetables and greeted Hana with a slight awkwardness. "This is Xiao Xiao's granduncle and his wife. They came here on New Year's Eve to celebrate the New Year together," introduced Xiao Bi.
Han Ya quickly greeted, "Happy New Year to the two elders!"
"Hello, hello." The two elders were a little embarrassed, so they went back to the kitchen with the vegetable bowl, leaving the living room to Xiao Bi and Han Ya.
Not long after, Chu Jiadong, who was wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen and he greeted Han Ya with a bright face and a loud voice. He immediately went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
"Teacher Xiao is really good, and how can you expect Mr. Chu to cook at home?" Han Ya quipped, "Do the big boss still do the housework?"
Han Ya’s high school is one of the top three high schools in the city, and most female teachers are married well. Back then, an English teacher was so angry with the class that she kept saying that if she hadn't had the teacher's ideals, she would not have come here to experience life. Xiao Bi is considered being low key in the school, but the students close to her know that her family is well-off.
Xiao Bi smiled and said, "What a big boss, he will take care of Xiao Xiao at home now."
Han Ya: "Mr. Chu now has both a son and a daughter, and he doesn't have to continue to struggle and work hard, he is happier than many other big bosses!”
Xiao Bi made tea for Han Ya and treated her with some refreshments. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, and reminiscing about the past, they then slowly moved to the topic. Han Ya is a pedagogical expert, specializing in psychology and education research for supernormal children for some time. When Xiao Bi heard the news, she reached out to the former student and asked her for some advice.
Xiao Bi's face was distressed: "I did not go back to school after I gave birth to Xiao Xiao a few years ago. She has been playing around with her dad at home, but I haven't noticed anything unusual..."
Han Ya amusedly said: "Based on what you said, just playing around with Mr. Chu can make you a child prodigy. Isn’t that great?”
Xiao Bi sighed slightly and said in a low voice: “Actually, I wish she were just an ordinary child. You don't know how hard her father used to be on her brother, Xiao Yi before. If Xiao Xiao has potential in this area, he wouldn't have to extremely force her to learn, just like Xiao Yi did in those days."
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