The sky had just dawned, and Liao Yuan, who was lying on the bed with sleepy eyes, heard some noises coming from outside the bedroom.
He looked at the ceiling above his head and looked at everything in the bedroom.
On the walls, in addition to awards and certificates, there are various large and small golden trophies and crystal trophies placed on the bookcases. In addition, various ancient and modern Chinese and foreign classics, comics, etc. are also neatly placed on the bookcases.
The entire bedroom was spotless, with a brand-new calendar hanging behind the door. To the left of the door was a small piano with a sense of age. Liao Yuan's memories gradually began to go back with the appearance of the small piano, and some pictures gradually came into his mind.
He got up and got out of bed, stepped on the light beige floor with his bare feet, and opened the curtains.
A beam of sunlight poured in, and there were green plants beside the dark yellow curtains.
The curtains moved gently with the wind, like the music played by the rustling leaves in the forest.
Liao Yuan narrowed his eyes.
Downstairs, an SUV was parked there.
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, most of the relatives traveling from south to north would visit each other as long as they were close to each other. However, this SUV had a Guangdong license plate, which made Liao Yuan a little strange.
He picked up the watch on the bedside table. It was only seven o'clock in the morning...
As he dressed, he recalled what happened last night.
After the Spring Festival Gala, he said goodbye to his colleagues at the Kyoto Opera House, sent Fu Xiaoci and Xiao Peng to the airport, and then returned to his home community alone.
The hour hand has passed 12 o'clock in the morning, but when Liao Yuan took out the key and opened the door, the room was still brightly lit.
Mother Dong Qing looked at Liao Yuan and was so excited that she couldn't speak. Finally, she burst into tears. After taking Liao Yuan's luggage, she muttered some trivial matters at home.
But his father, Liao Yuemin, just stood in front of the sofa in the living room. He didn't come to greet her, nor did he sit down. He just stood there dull.
The father and son looked at each other, but it was Liao Yuan who spoke first and called him dad.
There was no quarrel, and there was no smell of gunpowder. The original conflict seemed to disappear the moment the two fathers looked at each other.
Liao Yuemin smiled and nodded lightly, "It's good to be back. We can finally have a reunion dinner this year. You must be exhausted. Eat quickly. The food is cold. Let your mother heat it up."
After a simple dinner, because it was too late and there was no communication for long, Liao Yuan went to bed.
Everything seemed very ordinary, there was no grand meeting as imagined, only the warmth from home.
In the early morning, the sun shines on the ground, and everything is very real.
This is not a dream!
In the bedroom, Liao Yuan finished dressing, and he could vaguely hear the exchanges outside the door.
After a while, he opened the door and saw in the living room, Hong Kong diva singer Ai Shi, sitting upright in front of the guest sofa, smiling and communicating with his mother Dong Qing.
After noticing Liao Yuan, Ai Shi stood up immediately and said with a smile: "Mr. Liao, you are awake."
"Why are you here?"
Liao Yuan was a little surprised.
Ai Shi smiled and said: "I happen to be in the capital. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. It is a festival for us Chinese people, so of course I have to come to you and my uncle and aunt to pay New Year's greetings."
Liao Yuan nodded and said, "Wait a moment while I wash up. Mom, please help me entertain Miss Ai."
"Ah, no, no, no."
Ai Shi waved her hand and smiled: "I have a flight at 8:30 and I have to go back to Hong Kong later. Auntie, I will come to visit you in person when I have the opportunity."
Dong Qing looked at Ai Shi, held her hand, and said kindly: "Remember to come here often when you have time!"
After Liao Yuan and Dong Qing sent Ai Shi away, Dong Qing wrapped his arms around his son and smiled kindly: "He is a bit older, but he is quite understanding."
Liao Yuan: "???"
After washing up, Liao Yuan asked casually: "Where is my dad?"
"You and Uncle Tao are going to pay New Year's greetings to the old leaders."
Dong Qing put on his apron and said, "You have something to eat first. Meiqi called me in the morning. The flight is at nine o'clock. You can drive my car to pick her up from the airport later."
Liao Yuan agreed casually.
Everything seemed orderly, there was no sense of distance, no sense of strangeness, just a feeling of home.
Comfortable and cozy!
After a stressful schedule, I finally felt a little relaxed today!
Liao Yuan stood on the balcony, stretched, and then took out his mobile phone.
After a night of baptism, my phone was already filled with hundreds of unread text messages. Most of them contained blessings, and many were from unfamiliar numbers. Among them, Xi Yun, the program director of Donghai Broadcasting Station, sent three messages in a row.
Short message.
"It's great, I cried when I heard "Singing the Motherland"."
"I never thought you could sing so well. You didn't even like to sing before!"
"Happy New Year, may you have a safe life."
Liao Yuan paused and looked at the last text message, which was at 05:20 on January 1, 2022.
He frowned, but still replied: "Thank you and Happy New Year."
In addition to Xi Yun, old colleagues and leaders at Donghai Radio Station also sent blessing text messages one by one, including Lai Yibai, Director Zheng, and even his former rival Jiang Heshun all sent blessing text messages in the morning.
Liao Yuan did not reply to these suspected mass text messages.
In addition, colleagues from the company, Fu Yuntao, Zhang Henge, Ai Shi, Zhou Yijun from the Kyoto Opera House and others in the circle also sent greetings one after another.
After browsing through the text messages and replying one by one, Liao Yuan logged on to Weibo.
On the hot search list, after a night of hot baptism, the Five-Star Red Flag emoticon pack is still ranked first on the list, and has been read by 200 million people.
Most of the other hot search keywords are related to the Spring Festival Gala.
After reading, Liao Yuan deeply felt the enthusiasm of Weibo fans, so he suddenly shouted: "Mom! Mom!"
"What's wrong, son?" Dong Qing came out of the kitchen with a rolling pin.
Liao Yuan lowered his voice subconsciously: "Let's take a photo together."
"A group photo? Okay!"
Dong Qing couldn't help but said: "It's been a long time since we took a photo together. It's time to take a photo together. When your father and sister come back, let's go to the photo studio to take a family photo together."
After the group photo was taken, Liao Yuan said: "Mom, I'll post it on Weibo."
"Weibo? Post it!"
Dong Qing was about to leave when he suddenly turned his head: "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong?" Liao Yuan asked in shock.
"Did you turn on the beauty function in the photo?"
"..."
More than ten minutes later, Liao Yuan tweeted a Happy New Year greeting to all fans on Weibo, along with a photo that had been retouched for nearly ten minutes.
This is Liao Yuan's first Weibo post in more than two months.
Countless fans were so excited that major fan groups immediately rioted and went to the Weibo camp in an organized and disciplined manner to start the campaign.
"Happy New Year, boss!"
"The first day of the new year! Let's go!"
"Wow, is this aunt? So beautiful! No, why does she look so familiar?"
"Holy crap, isn't it? Isn't this Teacher Dong Qingdong?"
"She is a famous CCTV host. I grew up watching her program!"
"I never expected that the former hostess of CCTV would be the mother of the boss!"
"It's really genetic, the whole family is so beautiful!"
"So, Liao Meiqi's mother is also Dong Qing?"
"Your question is a bit stupid..."
After the uproar, almost all fans on the Internet went to the Weibo name of Dong Qing, who was certified as "former CCTV host".
Originally, Dong Qing only had more than two million fans, but after Liao Yuan disclosed his family relationship, Dong Qing's fans quickly increased to five million in less than an hour.
The Weibo official also pushed a headline at the right time: "Shocked! Liao Yuan's identity is revealed. His mother is actually the famous former CCTV host Dong Qing!"
At the same time, Dong Qing's cell phone began to vibrate and ring continuously.
In addition to forwarding comments on Weibo, all Dong Qing's colleagues and friends were frantically sending messages and making phone calls to Dong Qing, which directly caused a crash on the spot.
After finally turning his phone back on, Dong Qing received a call from Sheng Wen, director of the CCTV Comprehensive Channel.
The content on the phone seemed to surprise and shock Dong Qing.
When she hung up the phone, she raised her head and looked at her son who was eating an apple on the sofa, "Yuan, are you familiar with Director Sheng?"
"Director Sheng? Who?" Liao Yuan was confused for a while and continued to eat the apple.
Dong Qing put down his cell phone, sat down in front of Liao Yuan, and said seriously: "The channel director of CCTV 1, Sheng Wen."
"I don't know." Liao Yuan shook his head.
Hearing this, Dong Qing murmured: "That's strange. It's obviously Zhang Ping's show, why did you suddenly ask me to host it?"
Liao Yuan asked curiously: "What's going on?"
"The Comprehensive Channel has recently developed a variety show about searching for relatives. This program is very powerful and can mobilize political relations and media relations across the country. Many hosts of the older generation are vying for this program.
But Director Sheng just called me and told me that the spot fell to me."
Dong Qing said doubtfully: "I haven't been on CCTV for many years, and your dad has also been behind the scenes for many years. He won't go out and have these relationships just to get back..."
"Do you want to go?" Liao Yuan asked.
"To be honest, your mother, I really think about it... This program is very good and full of positive energy. I have learned about it beforehand, but I know that I have nothing to do with it, so I just thought about it..."
"In that case."
Liao Yuan smiled and said: "Let's just let the pie fall from the sky!"
"Okay!"
Dong Qing happily picked up the rolling pin again and rushed into the kitchen. ——
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