A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

After "Reincarnation" ended, an acrobatic performance and a crosstalk routine followed.

The atmosphere in Lijiapo Village gradually returned to its lively state.

Some people continued eating sunflower seeds, while several villagers who were playing cards lowered their heads and picked up their cards again.

But Pan Lei seemed somewhat distracted.

He glanced at the television every now and then, constantly wondering to himself, "Could 'Reincarnation' be the Spring Festival Gala program that Su Fan was talking about?"

Just as Pan Lei was pondering this matter, the crosstalk performance ended, and the host returned to the stage.

On television, the host, with a smile on his face, slowly began to speak:

"The sound of the river has flowed endlessly for a thousand years; a year has passed, and we bid farewell to the old and welcome the new."

"In the past year, there was a young man who used his songs to record the city's vibrant life, used his footsteps to measure the vastness of the mountains and rivers, and also allowed more people to see the local customs and people of different parts of the motherland through music."

Tonight, he will retrieve the echoes of time from the ceaseless flow of the river, and at the moment of transition between the old and the new, he will join us in looking back on the past and welcoming the new year.

"Next, let's welcome Su Fan with applause to perform the song 'The Sound of the River Enters the Old Year'!"

……

When the name Su Fan was mentioned again, Pan Lei sat up straight abruptly.

The next moment, everyone else also became completely excited.

"Xiao Fan really exists!"

"This time he's singing it himself!"

"Quick, stop playing cards, everyone watch TV!"

"Turn the volume up!"

The person closest to the TV quickly grabbed the remote and turned the volume up a few notches.

In the orphanage, the children who were initially sleepy all perked up the moment they heard the host call out Su Fan's name.

Xuanxuan was the first to stand up from her little stool, pointing excitedly at the TV and shouting, "It's Brother Fan! This time it really is Brother Fan!"

Other children also crowded in front of the television.

"I haven't gained weight!"

"My hair hasn't grown any longer!"

"I knew that uncle wasn't Brother Fan!"

"Hold up the sign quickly!"

……

Several children hurriedly lifted up the playing cards they had made that afternoon, on which the words "Brother Fan, keep it up!" were written crookedly.

Even though they knew Su Fan couldn't see them at all, they still held the cards high above their heads, as if they were sitting in the audience at the Spring Festival Gala.

The younger children even waved at the television.

"Brother Xiaofan, we're here!"

Sitting in the back, Zhao Jie watched the children's excited expressions and couldn't help but laugh, "No matter how loud you shout, he won't hear you."

Xuanxuan said earnestly, "I can hear it. Aunt Liu said that as long as we think of Brother Fan, he will know."

Zhao Jie was taken aback for a moment, then did not refute.

Aunt Liu sat behind the children, her eyes fixed on the television screen.

As the stage lights slowly came on and Su Fan's figure finally appeared on screen, her smile suddenly faltered, and her eyes gradually reddened.

On television, Su Fan, dressed smartly, stood in the center of the dazzling stage, calmly facing the countless viewers both in the studio and in front of their television sets.

But in Aunt Liu's eyes, he still seemed to be the same child who had suffered injustice outside but returned to the orphanage pretending nothing had happened.

Over the years, Su Fan has gone too far and too fast.

So fast that sometimes she felt that the star on TV, loved and adored by countless people, was like a completely different person from the child in her memory.

Xuanxuan turned around and saw Aunt Liu's reddened eyes, asking in confusion, "Aunt Liu, why are you crying?"

Aunt Liu quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes and said with a smile, "Aunt Liu wasn't crying, she was just happy."

"Is it because Brother Xiaofan was on the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Yes, your brother Fan has made something of himself."

The children laughed along after hearing this.

The activity room gradually quieted down.

Everyone sat in front of the television, waiting for Su Fan to speak.

At this moment, to them, the person standing on the stage was not some star who was the center of attention.

They are just family members who left this orphanage.

Kyoto, the Ye family's old residence.

The whole family gathered in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala together.

When the host announced Su Fan's name, everyone's eyes turned to the television.

Ye Yao was the first to smile: "Xiao Fan is out."

Ye Yun subconsciously sat up straight, her eyes fixed on the figure on the stage, unable to hide the joy on her face.

Ye Wangcheng didn't speak, but his hand holding the teacup tightened unconsciously, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.

Ye Beichen stared at Su Fan on the television screen, his gaze lingering for a long time.

Only when the stage lights were fully on did a smile slowly appear on the old man's face, and he softly sighed, "Good, good."

……

Meanwhile, everyone at Han Tang Entertainment was also glued to their television sets.

Although everyone already knew that the Hanggai Band would be participating in the Spring Festival Gala.

But Su Fan never mentioned that he had also prepared a program.

So when the host announced Su Fan's name and his figure appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage, many people at Han Tang Entertainment were stunned.

He Xiaoxiao stared at the TV for a few seconds to make sure she hadn't mistaken the person, then immediately took out her phone and sent a message in the company group chat.

"Holy crap, how come CEO Su is on the Spring Festival Gala?"

The previously quiet group chat instantly erupted into chaos.

Ma Xiaoya: "You guys don't know either?"

Deng Xinyao: "I always thought he stayed in Kyoto to handle other matters."

Xie Siyu: "I thought I was seeing things, so I leaned closer to the TV to double-check, and it really was him!"

Little Fatty: "He kept it a secret for too long, didn't he? A couple of days ago I asked him what he was busy with, and he said he was just busy with random things."

Old Han: "He calls appearing on the Spring Festival Gala a pointless endeavor?"

Jiang Yi: "That's so Su Zong."

Cui Zhan: "No wonder he disappeared after the travel live stream ended; it turns out he secretly went to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala."

He Xiaoxiao: "The key point is that this is a new song! When did he write it? Why doesn't anyone in the company know about it?"

The group chat went silent for a brief moment.

Immediately afterwards, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Yi.

Fatty: "Brother Jiang, did you already know?"

Jiang Yi: "I know nothing! I only found out from the host's introduction, just like you guys."

He Xiaoxiao: "That's strange, he didn't make you stay up all night to accompany the music."

Little Fatty: "Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."

Old Han: "Have you developed feelings for him from working overtime so much?"

Little Fatty: "Mainly because President Su went to the Spring Festival Gala behind our backs, I always felt like I missed a chance to stay up all night."

Ma Xiaoya: "You need to get treatment for this illness."

……

While everyone was flooding the group chat with messages, Su Fan on stage had already prepared to perform.

Soon, the once lively group chat for Han Tang Entertainment quieted down.

Everyone put down their phones and turned their attention back to the television.

They also wanted to know what kind of song Su Fan had secretly prepared, "The Sound of the River Enters the Old Year."