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

Soon, a massive petition campaign erupted on Weibo.

The hashtag #PleaseFangYuFillInTheTopTenPieces# swept through Weibo, reaching the top of the trending topics list in less than two hours.

In the super topic, a prominent fan took the lead in posting:

[Family members, one person has swept the top ten! A miracle unseen in the Chinese music scene for twenty years is right before our eyes, today Yu-ge must go on a rampage!]

[@Xingyao Entertainment, weld the door shut! Take him to the recording studio immediately!]

Once that shout was uttered, the debt collection army, which had only been quiet for two days, instantly regrouped.

This time, even casual observers who don't usually follow celebrities couldn't resist getting involved.

To be honest, I'm not a fan of Fang Yu, but right now I just want to see him fill the top ten.

[One person dominates the top ten! If this goes well, I'll have plenty of bragging material to tell my grandson!]

[The Chinese music scene hasn't been this energetic in twenty years! Please, Yu-ge, don't force me to kneel down and beg for more updates!]

……

at the same time.

The operations departments of major music platforms could no longer sit still.

Penguin Music Headquarters, Data Command Conference Room.

The operations director stared at the live screen, his fingertips tapping the desktop faster and faster.

"Fang Yu currently has seven songs in the top ten, and user engagement time has increased by 20% compared to usual! He single-handedly boosted the entire app's daily active users by 5 percentage points!"

The data analyst pushed up his glasses, his voice barely concealing his excitement:

"If he can really make it into the top ten, we can live off this hype for at least next month!"

"Conservatively speaking, our platform will gain at least another million new paying members!"

The operations director slammed his hand on the table, making the decision on the spot:

"Notify the technical department: whenever Fang Yu releases a new song, all resource slots should be given maximum priority!"

"In addition, the server expansion plan will be activated immediately! All primary and backup nodes are now connected!"

"Based on his previous performance data, the moment his new song is released, the traffic will definitely break through the peak!"

Platforms such as NetEase Cloud Music and Kugou Music made the same decision at almost the same time.

Everyone is waiting.

Fang Yu then personally filled in that puzzle piece.

……

Beijing.

On the sofa in the apartment.

Fang Yu was scrolling through his phone when he saw the screen full of trending topics and burst out laughing.

The time is right.

There was no need for netizens to urge him so much; this was all part of his pre-planned strategy.

Why has "Northeast Folk Songs" been shelved and not released?

This is the moment he's been waiting for!

……

The next morning.

Recording Studio No. 1, 18th Floor, Xingyao Entertainment.

When Fang Yu pushed the door open and came in, the sound engineer Lao Wang had already brewed a strong cup of tea and was sitting properly in front of the mixing console.

The tea in the cup has been brewed three times already.

These past few days have been quite hectic thanks to Fang Yu's prolific output, but Lao Wang's spirits are only getting higher and higher.

nonsense.

For a recording engineer, personally elevating a singer to stardom is the absolute highlight of their career.

When he retires and writes his memoirs, he's already thought of the title for the first chapter: "My Recording Studio Memories with Fang Yu".

"Teacher Fang, which song are we working on today?"

Old Wang rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

In fact, he already knew what was going on.

"Northeast Folk Songs" or "Mohe Dance Hall".

These two masterpieces, which have been requested by the entire internet for half a month, will definitely be the first to be heard in this studio today.

Fang Yu didn't waste any words.

He pulled the USB drive out of his pocket and casually placed it on the mixing console.

"Let's start with this one."

Old Wang took it, plugged it into the computer, and glanced at the filename—

Northeast Folk Songs_final.wav

He sat up straight with a "whoosh".

"Northeast Folk Songs?!"

"My God, they've finally let them go!"

Old Wang steadied himself and his fingers flew across the keyboard, importing audio tracks, adjusting parameters, and checking levels.

In the control room, two female assistants who had been helping out also excitedly came over.

Let's just say that.

Since Fang Yu returned to Beijing from Mohe.

These two girls never took a single day off, and they weren't even a minute late.

One of them even transferred money as a wedding gift to her best friend of ten years, and never left the company for a single moment.

If Fang Yu were in a good mood to record a song one day, and I happened to miss the first live version.

Afterwards, I'm afraid I'll have to get up in the middle of the night and slap myself in the face.

Five minutes later, everything was ready.

Fang Yu pushed open the soundproof door and walked into the inner shed.

I put on the monitoring headphones, adjusted the microphone height, and gave an OK sign to the other side of the glass window.

Old Wang pressed the record button.

The prelude begins.

It carried the unique vastness, depth, and extreme desolation of a northern winter.

It was like the wind blowing in from the forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains, carrying snowflakes that slammed against the window.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu spoke.

"The plum blossoms in the coldest days of winter have turned the snow on the mountains red..."

"The desolate branches cast shadows, the crescent moon shines on a sleeping person..."

The first sentence came out.

Old Wang's finger froze on the mixing console.

Crisp and pure.

There are no unnecessary embellishments.

But it is precisely this simplest singing style that carries a penetrating power that leaves one utterly defenseless.

Old Wang heard the live version of this song at the Lantern Festival Gala in Mohe, and at the time he was simply amazed.

But now, with the high-fidelity recording studio quality, the loneliness, desolation, and sense of destiny in Fang Yu's voice have been amplified countless times.

Every breath, every tremor at the end of a note, was crystal clear.

"The young man was driving the carriage, a long whip clutched in his hand..."

"The river breeze brushed against his flushed face..."

"..."

After a while.

As the last note faded, the soundproof door was pushed open.

Fang Yu took off his headphones and walked out of the inner tent.

Old Wang didn't look at him. He lowered his head, pulled a tissue from the tissue box, and wiped his face haphazardly.

The two female assistants next to her weren't much better off; one had red eyes, and the other simply turned her back and her shoulders were shaking.

Old Wang took several breaths to suppress the sob in his throat and looked up at Fang Yu.

"Teacher Fang... I'm a native of Guangzhou, and I've hardly ever seen snow."

"But after listening to your song, I feel like I must have been an old farmer smoking a pipe on a heated kang bed in Northeast China in my past life. It's so damn heartbreaking..."

Fang Yu looked at the three sobbing "audience members" in front of him, his expression completely unchanged.

He casually picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp to soothe his throat.

"Okay, if the dry vocals are fine, let's move on to the next song."

Old Wang paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"no problem!"

He wiped his face hard, flexed his fingers, sat up straight again, and instantly switched back to professional mode.

With a masterpiece like "Northeast Folk Song" as a precedent, he is now beyond words to express his anticipation for the next song!

"The emotions are just right, let's strike while the iron is hot!"

Old Wang's hands flew across the keyboard as he created a new project file, his voice trembling with excitement.

"I bet the next song is 'Mohe Dance Hall,' right?"

Fang Yu put down the water bottle and glanced at him.

"no."

Old Wang stopped typing.

"It's 'Brother Zhu'."

???

Old Wang turned his head stiffly, his face, still wet from crying, filled with a clear sense of bewilderment.

"……What?"

"Brother Zhu"

Fang Yu patted him on the shoulder.

"You heard me right, it's that rap song."

"The backing track is in the second folder on the USB drive."