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

Fang Yu took a deep breath, his back teeth grinding together.

He extended two fingers and pressed them against Director Wang's shoulder.

They forcibly pushed the fanatical middle-aged man out.

"Director Wang."

"Do you know how angry I am right now?"

Director Wang was pushed back half a step, blinking in confusion.

"What's up, Brother Fang?"

"Was there an oversight somewhere today? Or was there a logistical gap?"

"Point it out! Criticize me all you want! I won't say a word!"

Fang Yu: "..."

We can't talk today.

At this time.

Liu Yifei remained frozen in place, still in the sprinting posture with her arms outstretched and slightly leaning forward.

That resentful look in his eyes could practically pierce a hole in Director Wang's back.

The chat room went completely crazy.

[Holy crap, Director Wang knows how to steal opportunities! The angel's embrace is gone just like that!]

[This is hilarious! Fang Yu: My clothes were all open, and you, an old man, jumped into my arms?!]

[Director Wang single-handedly turned an idol drama into a rural romantic comedy!]

[I could watch that angelic, distorted expression of grievance a million times! Hahaha, it's so intense!]

……

My gaze shifted.

At the same time, in front of the Mohe City Public Security Bureau compound.

The police car screeched through the snow and came to a steady stop.

The passenger door was pushed open, and Li Jun, the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team, jumped out of the car.

Immediately afterwards, the rear doors opened.

Two criminal police officers brought Lao Liu down.

Li Jun stood there, looking at Lao Liu whose eyes were swollen like two walnuts. The more he thought about it, the more absurd and ridiculous tonight's events seemed.

On the way back in the police car, the radio kept broadcasting the evening party at Polaris Square.

They listened to the song "Northeast Folk Song" from beginning to end, word for word.

Then, Li Jun watched with his own eyes as this Class A wanted criminal, who had been on the run for three years and was involved in several cases, was brought to justice.

Upon hearing the line, "How long has the clear, cold river flowed, like a wanderer who never returns," my entire defenses crumbled instantly.

She slumped in the seat, looking at the handcuffs on her wrists, tears streaming down her face.

Wait until the song finishes playing.

Lao Liu spilled the beans, revealing everything that had happened over the past few years.

I just hope the police can give me leniency and let me spend the rest of my life in jail so that I can be there to take care of my mother in her old age and see her off when I get out.

The bureau had anticipated a tedious interrogation that might take several days and nights, but it was reduced by more than half.

Li Jun turned his head and looked towards the direction of the North Star Square, following the swirling snow.

From here, you can still vaguely see the light shining over there.

Li Jun took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

It took two tries to light the lighter.

The wind is too strong.

He took a drag.

The white mist mixed with exhaled breath quickly dissipated in the cold wind.

"This Fang Yu..."

Li Jun squinted, thought for a long time, and couldn't find a suitable adjective.

Finally, he held the cigarette between his fingers, looked at the blurry light in the distance, and gently shook his head.

"That's really weird."

……

The next morning.

on Weibo.

The hashtags #FangYuTenThousandPeopleFeast# and #MoheLanternFestivalGala# haven't cooled down yet.

A notice with a blue V verification mark suddenly appeared on the trending searches.

It's the familiar [Mohe Public Security Bureau].

However, the content of this announcement left netizens who got up early to enjoy the gossip completely stunned.

[Case Progress Update]

[After an intensive overnight interrogation, the suspect, Liu (pseudonym Lao Liu), has confessed to all the crimes he is suspected of committing, including contract fraud and intentional assault. The case is currently being transferred smoothly.]

[Additionally: During escort and interrogation, the suspect was extremely emotionally distraught and cooperated relentlessly, readily confessing to various issues. According to the suspect, the breakdown of his psychological defenses was primarily due to a Northeast folk song played at Polaris Square last night.]

[Here, our bureau would like to express our sincere gratitude to Mr. Fang Yu, the cultural and tourism ambassador of Mohe City. Mr. Fang Yu not only acted bravely at the scene of the arrest, but his excellent original literary and artistic works also played a significant role in educating and influencing people, promoting positive energy.]

The announcement was accompanied by an electronic letter of commendation, hastily produced overnight by the Mohe Municipal Bureau.

A large red seal was stamped in the lower right corner, filling the entire display area.

Netizens were stunned for a full half minute before they reacted to this announcement.

The comment section exploded immediately.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; one "holy crap" is all I need!]

[Yesterday he rescued people and caught thieves, and today he's doing the work of a political commissar?!]

[@StarShiningEntertainmentWangJie, your artists are going to take the world by storm this time!]

……

at this time.

In Kaoshantun, at the Fang family's courtyard.

Outside, the wind howled at minus thirty degrees Celsius, while inside, the heated kang bed was so hot it burned your bottom.

Liu Yifei sat cross-legged on the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

She held her phone, her big eyes wide open.

Slender fingertips frantically swipe down and refresh the screen.

I was afraid it was some fake account playing a prank.

She checked the blue V logo three times.

He gasped and looked up at the corner of the room.

"Fang Yu..."

"That guy who choked on the pork stew yesterday, is he really a Class A wanted criminal?!"

"And just because he listened to your song 'Northeast Folk Song,' he cried and confessed everything in the police car?"

in the corner.

Fang Yu was sticking his butt out, with most of his body inside the old wooden cabinet, groping around aimlessly.

Never looking back.

"The official report is printed in black and white with a large red stamp; how could it be fake?"

His tone was extremely irritating, even bordering on self-righteous.

"Basic operation, don't be silly."

"This is called using art to cleanse a sinful soul, do you understand?"

"This is too surreal..."

Liu Yifei muttered to herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, she has seen countless top celebrities fall from grace and go to jail for tax evasion.

Fang Yu is absolutely the first person to have managed to get a fugitive into the scene using just one song.

"Alright, forget about that wanted criminal."

Fang Yu pulled his arm and finally managed to pull out a long, rectangular mahogany box from the deepest part of the cabinet.

"Hurry up and pack up, there's no time to lose."

"What's too late?"

Liu Yifei's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly straightened her back.

"Didn't you see the notification Director Zhou sent in the group last night? Tomorrow, 'Going Home for the New Year' will officially conclude."

Fang Yu weighed the wooden box in his hand.

"All three groups of guests need to gather in Mohe to record the final episode."

The voice just fell.

The live stream chat was instantly filled with sad comments.

[Waaaaah, is it really over? I've gotten so used to seeing them living like this!]

My favorite show to watch while eating is gone! I'll miss Yu Shen and Liu Yifei!

[No! Please, production team, film another 100 episodes! I'm willing to crowdfund!]