141: The Real Difference

The Real Difference

"Huo Ci, this is a pickled duck egg from my home. It was marinated by my ancestors. Try it and see if it tastes good. When are you leaving? I'll send you some more later. You'll definitely not get this taste in the city!"2

"Ci, you don't know this, but we were born the same year. Why do you look so young? You look younger than my son."

"What are you talking about? Huo Ci looks like your son? Get out. It's my turn. Ci, these are sausage ribs from my home. They're not valuable, but I'll get angry if you don't accept them!"

"Ci, when are you filming a new drama? My hair has turned white. Wasn't your new movie released last year? I even asked my son to take me to the cinema. It was really nice."

"What kind of gift do you think my granddaughter gave me for New Year's? It was just a laptop. I told her to download all your movies and television dramas. The screen is too small, and I can't even watch them with my reading glasses. It's better to watch them on television."

"Ci, have you eaten? Why don't you come to my house to eat? To be honest, my husband likes holding a banquet for guests. The food he cooks is some of the best in the surrounding villages."

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The villagers struggled to speak to Huo Ci, asking him when he would film a movie or television drama and when he would eat at their house. They also asked him about his marriage and having children and said that they had grandchildren.

They were full of concern and sincerity, like old friends one had not seen in years. They were not reserved at all, and it seemed as though they had endless things to say.

However, they were not just old friends. This group of people had watched his movies for twenty years. They had watched him grow up on camera from a high-spirited young man to a stable, mature, and well-known legend in the entertainment circle.

As for them, they had grown up with him from ignorant youths. Now, they had become parents or even grandparents.

Ling Sheng was moved, and her heart warmed up. She had not expected her cheap father to be so popular.

The audience who liked him was composed of simple and adorable people. Many of them did not even know how to use their computers to search for information on him.

However, they still remembered him. Whenever they saw him on television, they would wonder what he was doing. Why had he not acted in so long?

This feeling was both wonderful and touching.

The crowd at the door watched with red eyes, feeling so touched that they wanted to cry.

Cheng Ye tugged at Ji Fanchen's sleeve quietly and said in an unusually firm voice, "Brother Chen, I want to become an actor like Senior Huo in the future."

Ji Fanchen smiled and nodded. In a gentle voice, he said, "Then you have to work harder."

Becoming an actor like Senior Huo was not something that could be achieved with just hard work. The perfect combination of being in the right time and place was needed.

It was a dream for a celebrity to be so well-known and popular.

Yu Bei was also full of emotions as he whispered to Jiang Yi from the side. Comparisons really shouldn't be made between people. Senior Huo rendered others unable to bring themselves to be jealous!

They had been in the village for ten days and they knew that they were there to film a show. They were celebrities, but no one could recall their names.

As soon as Senior Huo had arrived, many villagers had come to show him warmth and affection. This was the real difference.

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