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Zhang Manyu also raised her hands in front of her and clapped vigorously.

Ju Jingyi went even further, clapping her hands loudly like a sea lion clapping its paws.

Tiger, sitting to the side, was even more outrageous.

This is a tough guy who can stop a child from crying when he walks down the street.

At this moment, tears and snot streamed down his face, and he burst into tears with a wide grin.

While howling, she vigorously wiped her face with her finger adorned with a large gold ring. After wiping, she didn't seem to mind the dirt and simply rubbed it onto the sleeve of her mink coat.

Even Hua Yu, who was standing next to him, was baffled by this scene.

Hua Yu subtly shifted his position to the side, inwardly cursing:

Dude, this isn't a recording competition.

Is it really necessary to act so exaggeratedly?!

However, just as he was furiously cursing in his heart...

Tiger just happened to turn his head.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at Hua Yu.

He noticed that Hua Yu still had both hands in his pockets and looked a little awkward.

Tiger immediately got into a competitive spirit.

"Teacher Hua."

He sniffed, his voice muffled.

Why aren't you clapping?

"What's wrong? Don't you like this song?"

Hua Yu felt a tightness in the back of her neck.

He glanced at Tiger, whose face was full of scars, and then at the crowd around him, all of whom had stood up and had red eyes.

The will to survive and the desire to maintain one's dignity were reconciled in that instant.

"It sounds great!"

"It sounds wonderful!"

"Highly artistic!"

After making three consecutive statements.

Hua Yu quickly pulled his hands out of his pockets and clapped enthusiastically.

At this moment, the other tourists and locals who were stunned by the wind and snow finally came to their senses.

There was no synchronized screaming like in fandoms.

There were no glow sticks waving around.

All that could be seen were countless men from Northeast China and tourists from all over the country, shouting cheers in their own accents.

"good!!!"

"Fang Yu is awesome!!!"

"One more song—!"

The roar of tens of thousands of people exploded in the sky above the square.

Even the swirling snow was thrown into chaos by this sound wave!

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap! This song is absolutely divine!

[Damn, this made me, a grown man, cry in bed. I've never experienced that era, so why does it feel so heartbreaking!]

[The sweeter the chorus at the beginning, the more heartbreaking this folk song is! Fang Yu, you owe me for my tears!]

[No fancy words, but every sentence hits home. Just how much more does this guy have up his sleeve?!]

I cried once during the last song, "Mohe Dance Hall," and I cried again with this one. Fang Yu, are you a professional at collecting tears? Do you want to ruin my eyes?

Side of the stage.

Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang stood side by side.

The elderly couple didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

Her eyes were glistening with tears as she stared at her son on the stage, surrounded by cheering crowds of tens of thousands.

He nodded repeatedly.

……

The wind and snow continued to dance in the night sky.

Fang Yu stood quietly under the spotlight.

He didn't strike any cool poses, nor did he utter any of those high-sounding words of thanks.

He simply took half a step back and bowed deeply to the vast audience below the stage.

The bending over was so extreme that it lasted for a full five seconds.

After he straightened up, rubbed his frozen hands, and raised the microphone again.

"Alright."

"Don't just stand there in this freezing weather."

Fang Yu raised his hand and pointed to the night sky where snowflakes were still falling wildly.

"Tonight's party has come to a satisfactory conclusion."

"The weather in Northeast China is too strange."

"Everyone, hurry back to the hotel, take a hot shower, and get into bed to watch TV."

At this point, he waved his hand dramatically.

"That's it, meeting adjourned!"

These two words were uttered.

The atmosphere, both sad and fervent, was so intense that I did a split on the spot!

The audience was stunned for a second.

Then a deafening burst of laughter and banter erupted.

Hahahaha!

"Fang Yu, are you acting as the village chief here? Why are you adjourning the meeting?!"

"So, you were the one who made me cry just now, and now you're the one kicking me out?!"

The sadness I had just felt, stirred up by "Northeast Folk Songs," was instantly washed away by his few simple words.

The tourists laughed and cursed as they wrapped their military coats tighter around themselves and waved goodbye to Fang Yu and Liu Yifei at the top of their lungs.

The crowd gradually moved out.

The order was surprisingly good.

—After all, it was really too cold to bear.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, Fang Yu's shoulders, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed.

He turned his head and looked to his side and back.

Liu Yifei just stepped out of the shadows.

Wearing a pure white down dress against the backdrop of falling snow, she looked both cool and radiant, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Fang Yu looked at her, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

Her gaze softened.

He opened his arms, revealing his heavy military green overcoat, and waved to her.

Liu Yifei's heart skipped a beat, her eyes filled with joy.

She looked around cautiously, like a wary fawn.

Everyone was busy leaving, and the surrounding lights dimmed considerably.

It seems... nobody's paying attention here.

Two blushes appeared on her fair cheeks.

With a touch of shyness and anticipation, she lifted her skirt with both hands and stepped through the snow.

I jogged towards that warm embrace.

Three steps.

Two steps.

step--

however!

At this absolutely beautiful moment when pink bubbles are at their peak!

A dark, blurry figure suddenly shot out from the side!

Extremely fast.

He was a full half-beat faster than Liu Yifei.

"thump!"

The dark figure rushed ahead of the national goddess and plunged headfirst into Fang Yu's open embrace!

The force was too great, causing Fang Yu to let out a "howl" and stagger back two steps before he could barely regain his footing.

The next second, a pair of large hands tightly hugged Fang Yu and patted his back forcefully.

"Brother Fang!!!"

A middle-aged man's excited, distorted voice exploded in Fang Yu's ears.

"I truly never expected that you would deliver such a perfect result for me and for Mohe!"

"With you in Mohe, it's truly wonderful—"

He couldn't finish the second half of his sentence.

Because his throat was filled with sobs and cries.

It's Director Wang.

Fang Yu lowered his head.

Looking at the middle-aged man in her arms, whose face was flushed with excitement and whose eyes were filled with tears.

His entire expression could be summed up in just four words—

Life, nothing, possible, love.