A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

At this moment, Xu Xin urged, "Jiayu, just say what's on your mind. Brother Fan isn't an outsider."

So He Jiayu said, "I heard that someone has one that is quite old and in good condition, but it's not easy to get your hands on."

Su Fan chimed in, "Is it about money?"

He Jiayu said, "It's not about the money. Years ago, a businessman offered two million, but the seller still didn't sell."

Su Fan asked, "Why is that?"

He Jiayu explained, "That man is a shaman, quite famous around here. The ginseng he's holding is said to have been left to him by the spirits when he was a shaman. It can't be sold casually; no amount of money will do unless you're the one with the right affinity."

Su Fan suddenly thought of Qin Ran, Qin Shen's cousin.

When Qin Shen introduced Qin Ran, he mentioned that Qin Ran was a shaman.

Su Fan thought to himself, "I'll go back and ask, see if I can strike up a conversation."

Thinking of this, Su Fan asked, "What was that person's name?"

"Old Hu Wu," He Jiayu said, "that's what everyone calls him."

Xu Xin tentatively said, "Brother Fan, should I ask our bureau chief to step in and see if we can get a word in?"

He Jiayu shook her head: "I don't think it will work. Someone tried this before, but even the provincial leaders couldn't stop it."

Su Fan said, "No need to trouble yourself. I'll try my luck later. Whether it's meant to be or not, we'll see."

……

The next morning, Xu Xin went to work with the USB drive in his pocket.

He originally intended to simply hand the items over to Zhou Haiyang and be done with it.

As soon as he entered the hall, he was blocked by Zhou Haiyang who was walking towards him.

Zhou Haiyang frowned, his tone clearly displeased: "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come to the station these next few days? Your job is to keep Su Fan company."

Xu Xin took out the USB drive and said, "Director Zhou, it's done."

"What? It's all done?" Zhou Haiyang didn't react for a moment.

"The song is done."

Zhou Haiyang snatched the USB drive from his hand, turned around, and yelled down the corridor, "Meeting in the conference room! Everyone go!"

The newly arrived colleagues hadn't even sat down when they were startled by this shout and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Someone stood there, holding a water cup, stunned.

Someone just turned on their computer and then closed it again.

Nobody knows what's gotten into Zhou Haiyang today.

But no one dared to ask why; they could only get up and rush to the conference room.

Zhou Haiyang excitedly plugged the USB drive into the computer in the conference room.

Then I took a deep breath and pressed play.

The conference room was full of people, some exchanging puzzled glances, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Just as everyone was confused, the melody started playing.

Zhou Haiyang was the first to become suspicious.

Because, to him, the tune didn't seem to fit the style of Northeast China.

It wasn't as lively or bustling as it used to be. There were no drumbeats like in the Yangko dance, nor the tunes of Errenzhuan.

Zhou Haiyang wondered to himself, "Is this really a song written for Northeast China?"

However, as the song progressed, everyone's expressions became excited.

After the song ended, the meeting room remained quiet for a while.

No one spoke, no one applauded, and no one stood up.

Zhou Haiyang walked to the computer and silently pressed the replay button.

After the second rehearsal, someone finally couldn't help but ask, "Um, is this Su Fan's song?"

Xu Xin nodded and said, "Yes, it was recorded yesterday."

Just then, Zhou Haiyang suddenly slammed his hand on the table, the sound so loud that it startled the people in the front row.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and said, "Arrange for a music video to be made immediately! This time, it's finally our turn!"

The others couldn't hold back either; this song was simply their dream love song.

It's not the kind of Northeastern folk performances like Errenzhuan, Yangko dance, or floral cotton-padded jackets.

It's really Northeast China.

It's the warmth in the freezing cold.

It is deep affection hidden in silence.

It's a stubbornness that refuses to leave, even after waiting year after year.

After everyone left, only Zhou Haiyang and Xu Xin remained in the conference room.

Zhou Haiyang said, "You've worked hard these past few days. In the days to come, you should continue to follow Su Fan and see what requests he has, and try your best to meet them. Also, when you have time, ask him how much the licensing fee for this song is. Follow the procedures that need to be followed and pay the fees that need to be paid. Don't let people think we're being unreasonable."

Xu Xin said, "Director Zhou, Su Fan said it's free, use it as you like."

Zhou Haiyang abruptly sat up straight in his chair, his voice trembling: "Really?"

Xu Xin nodded: "That's what he said."

Zhou Haiyang opened his mouth, unsure what to say, and finally asked, "Did he... make any other requests?"

Xu Xin shook his head: "He didn't make any requests regarding this song."

Zhou Haiyang didn't speak, but he was making plans in his mind.

Su Fan didn't want money, didn't want anything, and didn't even say anything.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy he felt.

He suddenly remembered what Qi Tongwei had said: Su Fan had licensed the song to Sichuan Province for free, then to Jiangxi Province for free, and now to Harbin City for free.

Zhou Haiyang wondered to himself, "What exactly is this kid up to?"

Just then, Xu Xin brought up yesterday's events: "Director Zhou, is Su Fan looking for wild ginseng?"

"Wild ginseng?"

"Yes."

Zhou Haiyang said, "This is not easy to find. I'll go to the Forestry Bureau later and ask Lao Sun. Don't tell Su Fan yet. Tell him when you have news."

"OK."

……

This day was destined to be a busy one for Harbin's cultural and tourism sector.

The publicity department dug out all the previously filmed footage of the city.

From the cobblestone streets of Central Avenue to the sunrise over the Songhua River.

From the ice sculptures at the Ice and Snow World to the alleyways of Laodaowai.

Frame by frame, we selected and edited.

They wanted to turn this song into a short film.

A short film that will make you want to visit Harbin.

Su Fan was completely unaware of this; he was strolling through the streets and alleys of Harbin with Xu Xin.

In the evening, the official WeChat account of Harbin Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism updated a message.

"The song 'Northeast Folk Song,' written and sung by Su Fan, is officially released today! Though the world is icy and snowy, our hearts are warm. Welcome to Harbin! We're waiting for you in the Northeast!"

The city of Harbin was already in the spotlight these past two days because of the happy funeral.

Clips of Su Fan playing the suona are circulating everywhere online.

Now, Su Fan's new song has arrived, and it was written for Harbin, which naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Su Fan really wrote a song for Harbin? I thought he'd just play the suona at his funeral and be gone, I didn't expect him to have such a big surprise!"

"Northeast Folk Songs? That name sounds so familiar. I'm from Northeast China, spending the Lunar New Year away from home, and I'm homesick!"

"I give Harbin's cultural and tourism department a perfect score for this move, from a joyous occasion to a new song, it's a complete package!"

"I've already forwarded this to all my fellow Northeasterners. You absolutely have to listen to this song!"

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