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

That night was spent in such a warm and joyful atmosphere.

Online, the buzz surrounding Fang Yu is only just beginning to build.

Various screen recording clips of "The Sound of Falling Snow" have gone viral on major social media platforms.

Countless music bloggers and critics wrote articles overnight to analyze this song.

Without exception, they all gave it extremely high praise.

The video of "Xiao Fang" became a source of joy for countless netizens.

The hashtag "Fang Yu's Big Prank Scene" even surpassed the song itself, topping the trending searches.

Countless people flooded into the official live stream of "Going Home for the New Year," begging the program team to release the complete audio of the two songs.

Sister Wang's phone hasn't stopped ringing since 10 p.m.

Major music platforms, gala programs, and commercial endorsements all rushed to offer increasingly attractive terms.

While dealing with all sorts of deities, Sister Wang urgently convened a team meeting.

They worked overnight to develop a comprehensive promotion and release plan for Fang Yu's two new songs.

She knew that Fang Yu's era was about to begin.

……

The next day, it was still dark.

Kaoshantun was shrouded in a hazy morning light.

Fang Yu was still having sweet dreams in her warm bed.

He was jolted awake by his mother Zhao Guifang's loud voice.

"Xiaoyu! Get up right now! What are you dawdling about for!"

"The sun's already high in the sky!"

Fang Yu groggily opened his eyes and glanced out the window.

sun?

Where is the sun?

It was still dark outside.

He buried his head under the covers and muttered:

"Mom, what time is it... let me sleep for another five minutes..."

Zhao Guifang's voice rose another eight octaves.

Five minutes?!

"Just five more minutes of sleep, and the market will be over!"

"Hurry up! Yifei's already up, you're just being lazy!"

Upon hearing "Yifei," Fang Yu's drowsiness vanished instantly.

He sprang up from the kang (a heated brick bed) with a thud and scratched his messy hair.

Well, in order to maintain a good image in front of the goddess, I can't sleep in.

He quickly got dressed and ran to the yard to wash up.

On a cold winter morning in Northeast China, the air is as cold as a knife.

Fang Yu washed his face with hot water and instantly became completely awake.

When he finished getting ready and returned to the house, he found that Liu Yifei was indeed already up.

She was wearing that big floral jacket, her long hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and her face was without makeup, but her skin was so white it glowed.

Liu Yifei was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), watching curiously as Fang's mother and Fang Daqiang put on layer after layer of clothes.

"Auntie, why are you all wearing so many layers?" Liu Yifei couldn't help but ask.

"Not much, not much," said Fang's mother as she pulled on her thick, fleece-lined cotton trousers. "The market is in town, a big open-air place, drafty on all sides, colder than our yard!"

"Yifei, you should wear more clothes too. Find your thickest sweater and put it on!"

Liu Yifei nodded and took out a thick white turtleneck sweater from her suitcase.

Soon, all four members of the family were fully "armed".

Everyone was dressed like a bear, complete with hats, scarves, masks, and large gloves.

"Let's go! Let's set off!"

At Fang Daqiang's command, the whole family marched out of the courtyard in a grand procession.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there was a silver-gray bread truck that looked quite old.

The car was covered in mud, and a red "Safe Travel" sign was pasted on the window.

Fang Yu looked at the car, and his lips twitched.

Wuling, the legendary car.

This thing is practically a standard feature in rural China.

It can transport people and goods, go up mountains and down rivers, and do everything.

"Come on in, Yifei, sit in the front, it'll be warm," Fang Daqiang said, opening the car door and warmly inviting her.

Liu Yifei looked at the simple bread truck and didn't think there was anything special about it.

Having experienced the trials of tractors and wild boar-drawn carts, she now has a great tolerance for any mode of transportation.

Fang Yu and his mother consciously sat in the back row.

The car started and drove towards the town in the morning mist.

As we traveled along, the sky gradually brightened.

Other vehicles and pedestrians began to appear on the road.

Without exception, they were all heading in the same direction.

Some were driving tractors, some were riding tricycles, and some were driving donkey carts.

Everyone was dressed in thick clothes, but their faces were filled with anticipation and excitement.

Looking out the window, Liu Yifei felt that everything was full of vitality.

About half an hour later, the car entered the town.

Even before we arrived at the market, we could already feel the lively atmosphere.

The road was lined with all kinds of vehicles, and the flow of people was becoming increasingly dense.

Fang Daqiang finally found a parking space.

"Get off! We've arrived!"

As soon as the car door opened, a cacophony of voices and a mix of smells rushed in.

Liu Yifei got out of the car with Fang Yu, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned.

Before us lay a vast open-air plaza.

The square was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Countless stalls lined up one after another, selling all sorts of things.

There were vendors selling clothes, shoes, fruits and vegetables, household appliances, and even piglets and calves.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, haggling, music, and children crying...

The various sounds intertwined, creating an incredibly noisy symphony.

The air was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, the oily fragrance of fried dough sticks, the smoky aroma of roasted nuts, and the smell of livestock...

All of this together creates a vibrant and lively picture, full of the warmth and life of everyday life.

Liu Yifei was completely dumbfounded.

She has been to the world's most bustling shopping streets and visited Europe's oldest markets.

But she had never seen such a... raw, vibrant scene.

Everything here is filled with the most primal and simple vitality.

The viewers in the live stream were also stunned by this spectacular sight.

My goodness! Is this what a big market is like in Northeast China? It's so lively! There are even more people than our temple fairs here!

There are so many people! It feels like the Spring Festival travel rush!

[I can feel the festive atmosphere even through the screen! It's so festive!]

[The fairy was completely stunned, hahaha, her expression is so cute!]

At this moment, I feel that the seascape of Sanya pales in comparison, and the ancient castles of Europe seem dull. This is what life is all about!

"What are you standing there for? Come on!" Fang's mother led the way, grabbing Liu Yifei's hand. "Let's go get something good to eat first! If we're late, there won't be any seats left!"

As she spoke, she moved like a nimble fish, carving a path through the crowded throng.

Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang stood on either side of Liu Yifei to prevent her from being pushed by the crowd.

They followed Fang's mother, winding their way through the market until they arrived at a corner of the market.

This is the snack area.

Dozens of breakfast stalls lined up in one row, steaming hot and fragrant.

Fang's mother, familiar with the place, led them straight to a stall that looked the simplest but had the most people.

Behind the stall, there were two huge iron pots.

In a pot, there is snow-white, piping hot tofu pudding.

In another pot, there was a sizzling oil pan, with golden and crispy fried dough sticks rolling around inside.

Next to it, in a large steamer, were trays of plump, white pork and scallion buns.

The stall owners were a middle-aged couple who were extremely busy.

"Old Li! Four bowls of tofu pudding, four fried dough sticks, and a plate of steamed buns!" Fang's mother shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Alright! Sister Fang is here! Come in and have a seat!" Stall owner Lao Li replied without even looking up.

Behind the stall, there were several small tables and plastic stools, which were already full of people.

Fortunately, a group of people had just finished eating and left.

Fang Daqiang reacted quickly and rushed forward to grab a seat.

The four of them squeezed together to sit at a small table.

Liu Yifei looked around at everything, her eyes shining.

She looked at the tofu pudding bubbling in the big pot, and the fried dough sticks puffing up into golden brown in the oil, and her mouth watered uncontrollably.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a lively and bustling breakfast scene.

It made her more excited and looking forward to it than any Michelin-starred restaurant she had ever eaten at.