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Xu Fan always manages to surprise people, so everyone is looking forward to what kind of song he will bring tonight.

At the scene, sitting next to Xu's mother were Zhao Feiyang and Han Zilu. The two of them looked at Xu's back and moved their chairs closer to Xu's mother.

Xu's mother's eyes were filled with joy and excitement.

The Spring Festival Gala is the largest and most formal variety show in China. Its emergence is a product of the times and an essential part of the Spring Festival for every Chinese person.

People might not watch TV even if it's on, but they'll still watch the Spring Festival Gala, especially the performance programs, which many people enjoy.

At this time, the whole country was watching closely.

Chen Yuanyuan from Yanjing sat in Old Zheng's house, eating melon seeds while watching TV.

Grandma Tao poured a glass of water and said, "Oh dear, Yuanyuan, you just got home and you're already watching TV? There's a treasure on the TV!"

Chen Yuanyuan smiled gently and said, "Oh, Grandma, come and sit down, Xu Fan is about to sing."

Grandma Tao paused for a moment and said, "Young Xu wants to sing, let me see."

Old Zheng, standing nearby, said, "Old woman, we must go to the hospital to see him after this is over. I've said it several times today. Young Xu isn't just going to sing one song this year; he also has other performances planned."

Grandma Tao said "Oh" and sat down without saying anything more.

Old Zheng glanced at Chen Yuanyuan and said, "Yuanyuan, are you sure you still want to go to Gran Country?"

Chen Yuanyuan nodded and said, "I'll go again after the New Year."

Old Zheng nodded, remaining silent, and instead turned his gaze to the television.

On the other side, Xiao Pu was on the kang (a heated brick bed) in her rural hometown, watching Xu Fan walk towards the stage on TV, and couldn't help but smile.

Several elderly people sat beside her, one of whom said with a smile, "This Xu Fan is really popular this year!"

Xiao Pu turned around and looked at the old man, saying, "Grandpa, yes, I know him."

The old man said in disbelief, "Oh my, my girl knows that big star? I must say, this kid looks familiar to me too."

Another old man glared at the old man and said, "Stop bragging. There are plenty of people in the world who are similar."

Xiao Pu didn't reply, but just held her phone tightly, her eyes glued to the TV, unwilling to look away for even a second.

Not far from Xiao Pu's house, in a two-story house, there were more than twenty people, and it was bustling with activity.

In rural areas, there aren't actually that many people like this during the Spring Festival. Most people just gather together to drink tea, chat, and boast.

However, they didn't drink much alcohol. Bones were simmering on the stove next to them. These people were clearly a family. The oldest looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old, while the youngest was only three or four years old. But the room was extremely lively at the moment, with all sorts of chatter coming from it.

"Wow! Xiao Fan is really amazing! He even got to perform on the Spring Festival Gala. Look at him carrying his guitar, he's so handsome, and he looks just like me."

“It’s not normal for a son to resemble his uncle, like you. But Xiao Fan has really made it big. He’s been a big star for half a year now, and he hasn’t come back to visit us uncles.”

"Oh, don't say that. Xiao Fan is very busy. He has to sing and film movies. He doesn't have that much time. I talked to his mother on the phone a couple of days ago. He'll be here in a couple of days."

"Hehe, Xiao Fan is really amazing. Kids, learn from your cousin, sing some songs or something."

The family was constantly talking about Xu Fan, whether they were old or young, all with their eyes glued to the television.

Xu Fan was unaware that he was being watched by many people, and naturally, he didn't know that his maternal grandfather's family had gathered together just to watch him perform.

He simply walked up with his guitar on his back. He already knew An Ran, but neither of them tried to get close to him. An Ran looked at Xu Fan as he approached and said seriously, "Hello Xu Fan, netizens affectionately call you Brother Fan. I think it's because your songs are recognized by many people. You once said you were an amateur superstar, but in my eyes, you are a true superstar."

Xu Fan walked over and said earnestly, "Thank you."

The host next to An Ran said, "Xu Fan, viewers all over the world are watching you right now. What kind of surprise will you bring tonight? I'd like to ask you, what do you most want to say at this moment?"

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===Chapter 467 A Song (Homesickness)===

The audience of the Spring Festival Gala watched the live broadcast of the Zhonghai Branch in silence.

As the host finished speaking, Xu Fan said earnestly, "The stage is so big that I feel so small. We met in the height of summer and are now reunited on New Year's Eve. I hope that everyone I like and everyone who likes me is doing well. Happy New Year to all my friends across the country and my fellow Chinese compatriots."

An Ran said, "Simple words, but they contain blessings. We saw that you were carrying a guitar tonight, and we all know that you are a very skilled guitarist. Will you be performing a song tonight?"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, tonight's song will be a guitar performance."

An Ran smiled and said, "Oh, I think the whole country is looking forward to your new song. May I ask what song you're bringing to everyone?"

Xu Fan thought for a moment, then held the microphone and said, "Every year before Lunar New Year's Eve, everyone should have heard of a term called 'Spring Festival travel rush,' because countless people are too far from home, but during the Spring Festival, they all want to go home."

An Ran, the host next to her, chimed in, "That's true. Many people work away from home and are eager to go home for the New Year before Lunar New Year's Eve. There are also many who want to go home, but because they are in different industries and have different jobs, it's difficult for them to go home. But they really want to go home!"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Yes, there are many people who want to go home. This song is dedicated to everyone who wants to go home."

An Ran asked, "What's the name of this song?"

Xu Fan said, "I miss home."

An Ran gestured for him to join in and said, "Let's hand the stage over to Xu Fan and listen to 'Homesickness' together!"

Xu Fan's singing always brings surprises. Tonight, he will sing a song called "Missing Home." On this Lunar New Year's Eve, just two words have touched the hearts of countless people.

Whether they are people who have migrated to Beijing or wander around, those who are homeless or unable to return home due to certain circumstances, or Chinese compatriots in foreign lands, at this moment, they are all attracted and shocked by the simple words "homesickness".

Although I haven't heard the song yet, I'm already drawn to it by the title.

Countless people subconsciously stopped what they were doing and prepared to listen to the music quietly.

Scenes like this happen all over the country, something that would have been completely impossible in previous years, because Xu Fan's songs always bring surprises.

Xu Fan held the guitar in his hand, looking intently at the scene. His mother was sitting not far away, and the audience was all watching him.

Many cameras were also focused on him, and he breathed softly.

The room was completely silent. Just then, he gently plucked the strings.

The moment the sound appeared, many people were stunned. Although they didn't hear the singing, the simple melody seemed to be repeating the words "homesickness, homesickness" over and over again, and for a moment, their hearts were filled with conflicting emotions.

Everyone listened attentively and quietly, and Xu Fan's voice finally appeared along with the melody.

How should I express this?

My deepest concern

Even just making a phone call home

I'm still worried.

Most young people love folk songs, and each folk song uses simple lyrics to describe their most authentic selves and stories.

Xu Fan's guitar playing is slow, gentle, and realistic.

A sense of loneliness lingered in the sound of the guitar, and a slightly desolate voice rang out. Countless people stared intently at the boy, a boy who had only been in the industry for a short time but had already sung many songs.

They were watching intently, and Xu Fan was singing earnestly.

The very first line of the lyrics made many people's hearts pound. The agonizing feeling of wanting to go home during the Lunar New Year but not being able to is something that's hard to express.

I actually want to go home, but time, work, and reality sometimes just don't allow it.

I have deep concerns in my heart, concerns that are hard to let go of.

Everyone has their own concerns. Those who are married and living away from home worry about their children and wives, while those who are away from home worry about their gray-haired parents.

Life is full of helplessness, winter has arrived, and the new year has come in the blink of an eye.

Have the children worn new clothes? Are the elderly parents' teeth still okay? Can they still bite through bones and meat?

Was the potato hole behind the house properly covered? The winter temperature could easily freeze the potatoes.

When it snows, be careful of slippery roads. The ice is very cold and hard. These are things to keep in mind.

Make a phone call, a very long phone call, talk to my mother, then talk to my father.

My father's words were always few and far between, just a few sentences.

Are you doing well? Have you eaten? Have a good Chinese New Year!

My heart aches and I feel helpless, but the road home is still so long. I miss home when I'm silent, I really miss home when I leave, and I miss home even more intensely during the Lunar New Year.

I miss home so much!

The call was long, but even after hanging up, it was still hard to put the call off.

When longing wells up in one's heart, countless people listen quietly.

It reminded me of my parents back home and my children working away from home. The singing was beautiful and the melody was lovely.

Even at the Spring Festival Gala, everyone present sat quietly, watching attentively as Xu Fan played the guitar and sang on the stage or the big screen.

His singing continues, and it's still as beautiful as ever.

How can I repay this?

I've been away from home for several winters and summers.

Mom and Dad are getting old

Take good care of yourself!

The melody of the second part of the verse is very similar to that of the first part; it is a simple question, but it is a self-answering question.

I can't repay my parents' kindness. I want to go home, but I'm so sad and don't know what to do. I can't find a good way to repay them, so I can only send them some clothes or make a few phone calls.

I'm far away from home, and the dumplings I'm eating these days taste alright, but my parents back home, have you eaten dumplings yet?

After the call connected, tears streamed down my face.

Even though life is tough and difficult for them, they still say on the phone, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Looking at the instant noodles in front of me, I really don't know how to express myself.

Knowing that my parents are at home, I feel very lonely and sad, but the road ahead is always difficult.

I've been away from home for a long time, countless winters and summers.

When Xu Fan's singing voice reached everyone's ears, the deep emotions within it inexplicably made people sad.

This song isn't written for Xu Fan himself, but for all those who can't go home but long to go home.

Mom and Dad have grown old, and we can't see them with their white hair. We, who are far away, can only say "Take care" over the phone.

They're used to lying to us, telling us that everything is fine, but only they know that their lives aren't as good as they seem.

I miss home, I miss home so much.

Many people were homesick, and when Xu Fan's next song came on, some people in the audience were already in tears.