A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Qin Shen cleared his throat toward the camera: "Brothers, I have a special friend here today, who is also my colleague. Speaking of which, you should all have met him not long ago."

At this time, there were only a dozen or so people in the live stream room.

These people come from all over the country, and most of them are colleagues and folk custom enthusiasts that Qin Shen has met through live streaming over the years.

Upon hearing Qin Shen's words, several messages with obvious doubts immediately appeared in the live chat.

"Old Qin, are you drinking fake alcohol? There are over a dozen of us from all over the country, how could we all have seen the same person?"

"Old Qin's boasting today is a bit too much!"

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that he's talking about Old Wang, the tofu seller from their village!"

……

Qin Shen looked at the comments and said, "Don't argue with me. I'm telling you, you've all really seen it. I'm absolutely not lying to you."

He turned his head and waved to Su Fan: "Brother Fan, come on, say hello to everyone."

Su Fan leaned closer to the camera, smiled, and said, "Hello everyone."

Upon seeing Su Fan, the viewers in the live stream were filled with questions.

The people in front of the screen look familiar, but they can't quite place them.

Some people frowned and tried hard to remember.

Someone leaned closer to the screen to get a better look.

"Wait a minute, I've definitely seen this person before, let me think!"

"It's rising rapidly? Why does it look so familiar?"

"That's strange, I feel like I just saw him before!"

……

There was a brief moment of confusion in the live stream.

Everyone frantically searched for people they had seen recently.

But it just doesn't match up.

It's not surprising, really. Su Fan had just sung "One Meat, One Vegetable" on Sichuan TV's Lantern Festival Gala. His face had appeared on TV and trended on social media.

But who would have thought that someone who had just made a grand finale appearance at a provincial satellite TV gala would appear in front of a funeral hall in a rural courtyard in Northeast China, holding a suona in his hand?

So even if someone thought it looked familiar, they didn't think of it that way.

In addition, Qin Shen immediately said that this was his colleague.

Even with the wildest imagination, I never would have guessed it was that person.

As Qin Shen looked at the confused comments in the live chat, his smile grew wider and wider.

He leaned closer to the camera and said, "This is my brother Fan, who is also my colleague. By the way, his name is Su Fan."

The live chat exploded at that moment.

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

"Wait, which Su Fan? The one who sang 'Chengdu'?"

"Am I seeing things? Is this Su Fan?"

"Old Qin, you photoshopped him in, didn't you?"

……

Qin Shen looked at the comments and grinned from ear to ear: "How about that? I told you you guys saw this not long ago, right? I wasn't lying, was I?"

Although everyone still found it hard to believe that Su Fan could be there.

However, what everyone was more curious about was Qin Shen's statement that Su Fan was his colleague.

At this moment, someone in the live stream asked:

"Old Qin, when did you become a singer? Weren't you a suona player?"

"Yeah, when did you become colleagues with Su Fan? Are you in the same circle?"

……

Goodness, everyone's aligning Qin Shen's identity with Su Fan's.

Qin Shen said, "What are you talking about? I'm not a singer at all. What I mean is, my brother Fan is someone who's in this line of work. But what you're saying isn't wrong, we're all musicians."

The comments section paused for a moment.

Then a new wave of "Holy crap!" surged forth even more fiercely, accompanied by all sorts of unbelievable question marks.

"??? You're saying Su Fan plays the suona??"

"Old Qin, you're lying! You'd be devastated if you kept lying about having children without an anus!"

……

Looking at the comments, Qin Shen casually added, "Believe it or not, my brother Fan is going to play a farewell tune for my second great-grandfather in a bit, then you'll know if it's true or not."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the live stream chat, with the chat flooded with comments so numerous that faces were obscured.

Some people started spamming their friends in the chat box.

"Hurry! Su Fan is live streaming!!!"

"Don't ask why, you'll know when you get here!"

"It's an emergency! Su Fan is going to play the suona at his funeral in a rural area of ​​Northeast China! I'm not crazy! Come quick!"

……

Many people, driven by curiosity, clicked into the live stream after seeing the name Su Fan.

When the prepared mourning hall appeared before their eyes, everyone was stunned.

Their first reaction was that they had been tricked.

Just as someone was about to start cursing, they saw that familiar figure in the shot.

Su Fan was standing next to the mourning tent, holding a piece of velvet cloth in his hand, head down, carefully wiping the copper bowl of the suona.

Then, the scene of someone exclaiming "Holy crap, I can conquer the world!" began to unfold.

At this point, someone asked, "Is the economy that bad right now? Everyone's starting to take on this kind of work?"

Someone else asked worriedly, "Has something happened to Su Fan's family?"

Qin Shen leaned closer to the camera and explained what he had just said again: "Let me tell the new friends again, today is my second great-grandfather's funeral. My second great-grandfather was one hundred years old this year, which is considered a happy funeral in our area. My brother Fan happened to be visiting the Northeast, and he said he wanted to see my second great-grandfather off. Also, my brother Fan and I are in the same profession, the real profession, the kind that has a well-known band."

Before the newcomers could even process the news, people were already calling for more people.

I took a screenshot and posted it on my WeChat Moments.

Forwarded to social media platforms.

@All of your friends.

One tells ten, ten tell a hundred, a hundred tell a thousand.

The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

Ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand, eighty thousand...

It quickly surpassed 10 views.

The newcomers, after learning what had happened, immediately exclaimed "Holy crap!"

Then came the questions and urging.

"Is Su Fan really going to play the suona at the funeral?"

"I came here from Sichuan TV, can anyone tell me what happened?"

"This is so entertaining!"

"Hurry, hurry, I've already started screen recording!"

……

The commotion was so big that the Harbin Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism also took notice.

When Zhou Haiyang, the head of Harbin's culture and tourism department, received the news, he was completely stunned.

He doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The good news is that Su Fan has come to Harbin and will be performing.

Sadly, the performance took place at a funeral.

Zhou Haiyang picked up the phone, found Qi Tongwei's number, and dialed it.

The two were college classmates and have maintained contact over the years.

At this point, he needed to find someone to get a feel for the situation.

Qi Tongwei was undoubtedly the person who had the most contact with Su Fan.

The phone rang twice before being answered. Qi Tongwei's voice was tinged with laughter: "Old Zhou, what made you think of calling me?"

Zhou Haiyang skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point: "Seventh Brother, tell me the truth, did you know Su Fan came here?"

How did you know he went to your place?

Upon hearing this, Zhou Haiyang immediately understood: "So, you knew that kid was here?"

Qi Tongwei did not deny it: "I know. He told me before he left that he was going to the Northeast for a few days. I also told him that if he encountered any problems there, he should come to me."

Zhou Haiyang's voice rose half an octave: "You knew he was coming, so why didn't you tell me?"

Qi Tongwei's tone was so self-righteous it was irritating: "You didn't ask either."

Zhou Haiyang was momentarily speechless. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Then do you know why he came here?"

"What else can we do? Play!"