Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Two days.

Forty-eight hours in total.

For loyal viewers of the "Going Home for the New Year" program, those forty-eight hours felt like an eternity.

It lacks Fang Yu's endless witty remarks and the stunning beauty of the fairy sister.

It lacks the chaotic yet incredibly heartwarming daily life of the Fang family in Northeast China.

These netizens felt as if their lives had lost their color.

Over the past two days, countless viewers have meticulously reviewed and analyzed clips of Fang Yu's previous live streams.

I can recite every joke and every meme by heart.

They were so bored that they tried watching the live stream of top influencer Hua Yu.

As a result, he was asked to leave in less than ten minutes, leaving only the words "Sorry to bother you".

They also tried watching Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu's live streams, and the two veteran artists were indeed very refined in their speech.

But for viewers accustomed to Fang Yu's intensely stimulating style, it's really... a bit hypnotic.

Then, a strange phenomenon occurred.

The phenomenal live-streaming program "Going Home for the New Year" experienced a precipitous drop in total online viewership during the two days that Fang Yu and Liu Yifei were off-air.

Countless viewers lamented across various social media platforms, spontaneously forming the "Waiting for Feathers" army.

I check in at the same time every day, counting down the countdown to the resumption of live streaming.

#When will Fang Yu and Liu Yifei come back?#

#First day without Fang Yu, missing him#

#Withdrawal symptoms, please let Fang Yu livestream to prolong my life#

The topic remains highly popular, even more so than during the live stream a few days ago.

Everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the agreed time.

The sixth day of the new year.

Tens of millions of viewers waited patiently in that dark live broadcast room early on.

The comments section was already scrolling wildly, so dense that the screen was almost invisible.

[They're here! My Yuwofei is coming back!]

[Brothers! Type "Welcome Home" in the chat!]

[I've already prepared sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water. Even if the sky falls, I'm welded to the spot in this live stream!]

Time passed second by second.

The pitch-black screen suddenly lit up!

The camera pans out to the Fang family's familiar living room.

The warm sunlight streamed through the window, gilding even the dust particles in the air with a golden hue.

On the kang table were a plate of melon seeds and a plate of peanuts.

Zhao Guifang and Fang Daqiang sat upright with serious expressions, as if they were waiting for some important moment.

And the two people the audience had been longing for were sitting right across from them.

Fang Yu was still acting the same unserious way, leaning against the edge of the heated kang like an old man.

He held an enamel mug in his hand, slowly blowing on it to warm it.

Liu Yifei sat quietly next to him.

She held the cup of hot water in both hands, sipping it slowly with her head down, looking just like a well-behaved new bride visiting relatives in the village for the New Year.

After two days apart, the two seemed unchanged, yet something about them seemed different.

Before the audience could even discern the details, the barrage of comments had already exploded.

【Aaaaaaah! I'm back! I'm alive again!】

My goodness, even sitting still, she's so beautiful! Fang Yu is still as annoying as ever, I'm relieved.

[Confess! During these two days of being off-air, have you done anything bad behind our backs?]

As if he had heard the audience's thoughts, Fang Yu put down his teacup and lazily raised his chin towards the camera.

"What's the rush?"

"Here we are now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Guifang quickly lowered her voice and reminded him:

"Stop being so carefree! We have serious business to discuss today!"

Fang Yu pursed his lips and wisely shut his mouth, refusing to defy the rules any further.

Just then.

A deep, resonant male voice, with an official broadcasting tone, rang out in the live broadcast room.

Good morning, everyone.

That voice belongs to Zhou Zheng, the chief director of "Going Home for the New Year".

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

Director Zhou himself stepped in to provide the voice-over?

What kind of divine display is this?

"In the past 48 hours, our guests Fang Yu and Liu Yifei, at the invitation of the Mohe City Culture and Tourism Bureau, assisted in filming a music video with special significance."

Zhou Zheng's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"This music video is more than just a musical work; it carries a long-forgotten history, a love that transcends life and death, and an indelible memory of a city."

"After communicating with the Mohe Culture and Tourism Bureau and relevant departments, our program team is honored to have obtained the exclusive online premiere rights for this music video."

"Now, please join us in witnessing this moment."

Zhou Zheng finished speaking.

The scene in the live stream suddenly changed.

The original full-screen image was instantly split into two parts, top and bottom.

The split screen below still shows a live stream of the Fang family's living room.

Fang Yu, Liu Yifei, and their parents all looked up at the television set in front of them.

The split screen above, however, turned completely black.

All the audience members instinctively held their breath.

They knew the main feature was about to begin.

In the darkness, a line of white text slowly appeared.

Mohe Dance Hall

Then, the screen lit up.

It wasn't the magnificent aerial snow scene you might imagine, nor was it a close-up of any city landmark.

The camera shows an old dance hall.

In the center of the roof, a disco ball slowly rotates, its colorful light spots drifting across the mottled walls and worn floor.

In the dance floor, groups of young men and women were dancing, their faces bearing the carefree smiles typical of their age.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door to the ballroom was pushed open, and against the light, a hunched figure walked in.

He was an old man.

He wore a dark yellow jacket, his hair was gray, and his face was etched with the lines of time.

He was clutching two yellowed dance hall tickets in his hand.

The old man didn't go onto the dance floor; he simply found a chair and sat down.

He sat there quietly, his cloudy gaze fixed on the center of the dance floor.

Watching those young people spinning and laughing.

A distant expression slowly appeared on his face.

It's like looking at the scene before you, or looking through these young people at a long, long time ago afternoon.

The old man's lips twitched slightly, as if he were smiling.

But before the smile could spread, it turned into an indescribable bitterness.

Just then.

A clean, solitary, yet gentle male voice rang out in everyone's headphones and speakers.

It was Fang Yu's singing voice.

"I've never seen the aurora borealis in a village before..."

"I've never seen anyone set off fireworks late at night..."

"Evening Star is like your eyes, killing and setting fires."

"You didn't say anything, the wild wind startled me..."