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

Time flies, and it's already February 16th, Lunar New Year's Eve.

This is a day that Chinese people value very much throughout the year.

No matter where you are, whether you are rich or poor.

On this day, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

Go home, reunite with family.

The program "Going Home for the Chinese New Year" has finally reached its climax.

The program's cameras were divided into three paths.

Along the way, we passed through Kaoshantun in Mohe, Northeast China.

The journey took place in Hua Yu's hometown of Wuhan.

Another route crosses the ocean to the other side, to the Chinatown of a bustling metropolis.

Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu chose to celebrate the Chinese New Year by experiencing the Spring Festival as overseas Chinese.

In the live broadcast, Chinatown was decorated with lanterns and Chinese knots, creating a strong festive atmosphere.

Dragon and lion dance troupes weaved through the streets, accompanied by the deafening sounds of gongs and drums and the crackling of firecrackers, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

Chen Daoming was dressed in a smart dark Zhongshan suit, exuding a refined and scholarly air.

Zhang Manyu wore an exquisite modernized cheongsam, her figure graceful and her charm still intact.

The two walked the streets of a foreign land, their faces filled with emotion.

"I never expected to feel such a strong festive atmosphere so far from home," Zhang Manyu said with emotion.

Chen Daoming nodded, his gaze profound: "Wherever there are Chinese people, there is home. This festive atmosphere is actually a cultural root that can never be severed, no matter where you go."

Although their live stream wasn't as popular as Fang Yu's, it still attracted a lot of highly educated and overseas viewers.

The comments section was filled with some rather insightful discussions.

[Teacher Chen is absolutely right! Culture is our root!]

Having lived abroad for ten years, I can't help but shed tears every year when I see the lion dances in Chinatown during the Spring Festival.

This set of photos is truly meaningful, showcasing the preservation of culture and the patriotism of overseas Chinese.

Subsequently, the two were invited by the local Chinese calligraphy association to participate in the "Welcoming Spring Calligraphy" event.

Surrounded by many Chinese compatriots and foreign friends, Chen Daoming walked to a large table covered with red paper and picked up a calligraphy brush.

He concentrated intently, and his brush moved with the grace of dragons and snakes.

Soon, a powerful and vigorous couplet was written.

"May Heaven add years to your life and may spring fill the universe and may blessings fill your home."

His brushstrokes reveal the style of a master.

Zhang Manyu, standing to the side, painted a branch of red plum blossoms braving the snow on a smaller square of "Fu" (福, meaning good fortune) characters, and inscribed it with the character "Spring" (春, meaning spring). The painting style was elegant and the artistic conception was profound.

Their talent drew cheers and applause from those around them.

The entire scene is filled with cultural atmosphere and artistic sense.

……

Kaoshantun, Fangjia.

On New Year's Eve, before dawn, the entire courtyard came alive.

Fang's mother, Zhao Guifang, was like a general, issuing orders in the kitchen and directing the only two able-bodied men in the family—Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang.

"Daqiang! Where's the firewood I told you to chop? The fire in the stove is going to go out!"

"Fang Yu! Did you forget about the frozen tofu I asked you to get from the storeroom again?"

"And you, Daqiang! Quickly clear a path through the snow in the yard. What if Yifei slips and falls when she goes out?"

All morning, the Fang family courtyard was filled with Zhao Guifang's energetic shouts and the chaotic figures of the father and son running around like chickens and dogs.

Liu Yifei, dressed in a festive red sweater, wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but as soon as she entered, Zhao Guifang coaxed and persuaded her to leave.

"Oh, my dear girl, the kitchen is so smoky, what will you do if it bothers you? Come sit on the kang (heated brick bed), watch TV, and eat some sunflower seeds! We'll take care of things here!"

After saying that, she turned and shouted into the house, "Fang Yu! Hurry up and get Yifei some melon seeds and peanuts! And brew a pot of hot tea!"

Fang Yu, who was wiping the windows, sighed helplessly when he heard his mother's blatantly discriminatory instruction.

Family status is truly a mysterious thing.

The viewers in the live stream watched this lively and authentic New Year's Eve routine, and the chat was filled with laughter and joy.

[Hahaha! Fang Yu's status in the family is visibly low!]

In Fang's mother's eyes, Fang Yu is her son, and Liu Tianxian is her own daughter—no problem there!

This is what Chinese New Year should be like! Even though it's noisy and bustling, it's heartwarming to see, and it makes me miss home.

[Hey, stop talking, I'm already buying my train ticket home.]

The family busied themselves with great activity until noon, finally managing to clean the house inside and out, and preparing almost all the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

After a simple lunch, Zhao Guifang looked at the bare gate and slapped her forehead.

"Oh dear, what a forgetful me! I've been busy all morning and completely forgot about putting up the couplets!"

She wiped her hands and said to Fang Daqiang, "Husband, hurry up and get our couplets out, and cook the paste. We need to put them up before dawn."

Fang Daqiang was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) smoking when he heard this, and he was stunned for a moment, with cigarette ash falling onto his pants.

"Couplets? I didn't buy any." He looked at his wife with a blank expression.

Zhao Guifang's brows furrowed instantly: "You didn't buy it? Didn't I tell you to buy it?"

"When did you ask me to buy it?" Fang Daqiang asked innocently. "I thought you had your son buy it."

As they spoke, the father and son's gazes fell simultaneously on Fang Yu, who was drinking tea.

Fang Yu almost spat out his hot tea.

"Why are you looking at me?" He put down his teacup, his heart skipping a beat. "Wait... no one's buying our couplets?"

The atmosphere at the dinner table instantly froze.

Zhao Guifang's face visibly darkened.

She looked at her husband, then at her son, and took a deep breath.

"So, neither of you bought anything?"

Her voice sounded calm, but Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang felt a chill run down their spines.

The father and son stared at each other, neither daring to utter a word.

Liu Yifei sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a handful of melon seeds in her hands. She didn't know whether to eat them or not.

She looked at this and then at that, feeling as if she had accidentally wandered onto the set of some family drama.

The viewers in the live stream were laughing hysterically.

[A classic segment! A traditional art form! A must-have program for Chinese New Year: "Whose Blame is It!"]

[Hahaha, I know this scene all too well! It happens at my house every year!]

[Fang's mother's eyes are terrifying! It feels like she's about to transform into a Super Saiyan!]

[Fang Yu and his son are in grave danger! It's recommended they kneel down and beg for mercy immediately; they might at least get a proper burial!]