It was another New Year’s Eve.

Perhaps it was because of the previous spirit channeling, but after Fang Ji returned home from the funeral, his mental state was simply incomparable to before the funeral.

The thought that his brother’s soul truly existed, still “healthily” wandering the world, “accompanying” him, watching over him, made him feel as if he had regained his strength.

He couldn’t let his brother “see” his despondency.

He had to let his brother hear his heartfelt jewelry music as promised.

So after the funeral, Fang Ji changed his previous low and decadent state and devoted all his energy to the creation of the jewelry music.

Finally, New Year’s Eve arrived.

He had also completed everything.

On New Year’s Eve, at eight o’clock, Fang Ji and Fang Lian went to the cemetery together.

Fang Lian did not get out of the car. Only Fang Ji went to the grave alone, holding the yin-yang ball and a backpack.

Today, he was wearing the colorful knitted bell hat his brother had given him on this day last year, and his body was adorned with “New Year’s Eve” themed musical jewelry.

Arriving at his brother’s grave, he first activated the channeling ball according to the method taught by the spirit channeler, and then placed the ball squarely in front of the tombstone.

The air was still silent. Fang Ji knew. But Fang Ji still smiled.

“Good evening, brother.”

“Happy New Year’s Eve.”

“Xiao Ji said he would give you a special New Year’s Eve gift—a ‘New Year’s Eve’ themed jewelry music. Today, I have completely finished it. I’ve burned it onto a CD and brought it here.”

Fang Ji took out a CD and a small mp3 player from his backpack and placed them in front of the grave.

Then he took out fruits, red wine, a small strawberry cake, and various other miscellaneous things from his backpack, muttering as he fed them to his brother.

After emptying his backpack, he leaned it against the tombstone, then returned to his brother’s grave, opened the red wine, and poured a glass for his brother.

Fang Ji said to himself, “I wonder if brother can see the content on the CD?… Hmm, it doesn’t matter if he can’t. Look, brother, Xiao Ji is wearing the full set of jewelry today. How about Xiao Ji dances a song for you on the spot?”

No response.

Of course there was no response.

But it didn’t matter. He knew his brother could see and hear him.

In the darkness, the young man struck the opening pose of a dance.

All the complicated thoughts disappeared from his mind.

His eyes were hazy, as if looking at a transparent phantom in the dark night, his expression focused and absorbed.

Finally, with the first crisp sound of jewelry colliding, a rhythmic and melodious tinkling sound echoed beautifully in the silent cemetery.

Fang Lian rested his elbow on the car window, looking from afar at the young man dancing for his “big brother” in front of the grave, and let out a long, faint sigh.

The driver asked with concern, “Second Young Master?”

Fang Lian waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and simply picked a few subordinates who were abroad and not celebrating the Spring Festival from his phone, and held a temporary video conference.

Finally, two hours passed, and Fang Ji finally returned to the car.

Fang Lian ended the video conference and asked casually, “Why so long?”

Fang Ji’s expression was natural. It seemed he hadn’t cried tonight, but rather looked as if a great weight had been lifted from his mind.

Fang Ji said, “I was just talking to brother for a while. Aren’t you going to talk to him, second brother?”

Fang Lian looked away. “Oh. No, big brother came to my dreams last night. I’ve already spoken to him.”

Fang Ji was extremely envious. “Why doesn’t brother come to my dreams? Do you have some unique method, second brother?”

Fang Lian: “…” Money.

Fang Lian changed the subject nonchalantly. “Speaking of which, Xiao Ji, besides giving this song to big brother as a gift, have you thought about releasing it to the public?”

Fang Ji shook his head and said, “This is a gift I created for my brother. Why should I let others hear it?”

Fang Lian said, “Your music is one of a kind in the world. If you make it public, the whole world will applaud you.”

Fang Lian paused for a moment and said skillfully, “Of course, they will also applaud the big brother who guided you onto this path. And big brother—if he knew that your jewelry music career path would become wider because of this, he would definitely be happy for you.”

Fang Ji was stunned for a moment, feeling that what his second brother said seemed to make some sense.

So that night, after Fang Ji returned home, he did some processing on the video he had burned onto the CD and registered an account on the well-known video website, C Station.

He named it: FJ-Brother Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Night, Everything is Well.

Uploaded the video.

Done!

…

Lin Chen had always had the habit of watching the Spring Festival Gala.

After coming to this world, even though he was “busy” working at someone else’s house every New Year’s Eve, he would still follow his habit and watch the Spring Festival Gala with his work subjects.

Halfway through this year’s Spring Festival Gala, the system suddenly reminded him in his mind that his main Green Letter account had received a message.

Lin Chen then made an excuse to leave the living room, switched accounts to check, and saw the C Station video link forwarded by Fang Lian.

The system simultaneously tried to take credit, saying expectantly, “Host, I’ve already put the live version video in the new folder next to the original text for you!”

Lin Chen put on his headphones and clicked on the video. “Okay.”

The system muttered in a small voice, disappointed, “Host, ever since you came to the Cheng family, you don’t like to chat with the system anymore!”

Lin Chen said, “Oh. Because the amount of dialogue is dynamically balanced.”

The system only then realized it had been balanced. The system was extremely sad and decided not to talk to the host for ten minutes! As revenge!

The video started playing.

At the beginning, it was a black screen, on which a line of white text gradually appeared:

[Brother, are you doing well in heaven?]

[A year ago in winter, you came to my side, bringing me a world full of bouquets and sunshine.]

A light and cheerful tinkling sound began, and the pure black background lit up. It was a huge stage. There was only one figure on the stage, his body and head adorned with countless pieces of jewelry.

Every time he moved, the jewelry on his body would collide several times with his movements. With each move and pause, the sounds were woven into a pleasant rhythm.

The first part of the music was completely cheerful.

The young man on the stage was like a light butterfly, landing in a colorful flower bush, lingering and reluctant to leave.

[I once thought that such a beautiful life would last forever.]

[But the world is unpredictable. A year later in winter, you left.]

[I once thought that I could personally present this song to you in front of you. But now… it can only be given to you in this form, brother.]

The cheerful tinkling sound suddenly slowed down.

The style of the music changed, and the tone of the whole piece dropped straight down. A sad and silent air uncontrollably overflowed from the screen.

The celebratory world gradually withered. The butterfly landed lonely and sad in the center of the stage. The deathly black and white colors swallowed the entire flower bush.

[After you left, I was once unwilling to open my eyes, only wanting to deceive myself in my dreams that you had not yet left.]

[Until later, you couldn’t bear to watch anymore and came back to tell me—you will always be watching me from heaven, you will never leave me.]

[I believed you.]

[So, I picked myself up again and finished the second half of this music.]

[Now, I give this music to you, my brother.]

[May you be well in heaven, good morning, good afternoon, good night, Happy New Year’s Eve, and may every day be well.]

“Ding-ling—”

With the sound of a bell ringing, a faint vitality reappeared in the music. A faint light rose from the darkness, soft and warm, dispelling the darkness from all four corners of the stage and enveloping the butterfly in the center.

The butterfly danced again, and the tone of the music rose again. It was not as cheerful as the first stage, nor as deathly as the second stage. It began to become gentle, serene, and finally the sound of the music gradually faded, and then the music ended.

The video ended and automatically looped.

The system held its breath for ten minutes and couldn’t help but poke the host pitifully. “Host, host, the video is over!”

The host came back to his senses and laughed at it. “Do I need you to remind me?”

The system watched as the host, without changing his expression, gave a one-click three-combo, then forwarded the video to Qi Jingming and Cheng Zhaorui, then calmly replied to Fang Lian with three thumbs up, then switched Green Letter, stood up, and planned to return to the living room.

He clearly needed the system’s reminder, needed the system’s reminder, needed the system’s reminder! Why did the host accept the system’s reminder, but not give the system a word of praise? Hmph, stingy host!!

…

New Year’s Eve passed quickly.

The next day, the first day of the new year, the three people in the family got up early and drove to the old mansion.

This was a tradition of the Cheng family. They would always gather at the old mansion on the first day of the new year, and this year was naturally no exception.

However, Cheng Huanzhen had never annoyed his grandfather on New Year’s Eve before, and for a moment he felt a rare trace of nervousness.

So after getting into the car, he called out to his little uncle, lowered his voice, and said seriously to him, “Little uncle, after we get to the old mansion later, just stay by my side and don’t go looking for grandfather alone.”

Cheng Yiming asked in surprise and confusion, “Why? Because you took me out to play yesterday? Is my dad’s news so well-informed that he already knows?”

Cheng Huanzhen: “No. It’s just that last night, grandfather and I…”

Cheng Huanzhen paused. He felt that explaining “because I made grandfather unhappy last night, so grandfather might take you back to the old mansion today” would require too much explanation.

So he said, “…had a phone call. Grandfather checked my work progress and wasn’t very satisfied.”

Little uncle seemed to have agreed, but Cheng Huanzhen was still a little nervous.

After all, how things developed in the old mansion was not something they could control.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the old mansion, his grandfather very obviously gave him a sour face.

This shocked the relatives who had also returned to the old mansion.

Little uncle also asked him worriedly in a small voice, “Do you want me to help you say a few good words to dad?”

Cheng Huanzhen did not care how the other relatives viewed this matter. Their attitude had never had any effect on him.

He only said to his little uncle, “No need, little uncle. It’s enough for you not to go looking for grandfather today.”

But if little uncle didn’t go looking for grandfather, grandfather would come looking for him.

At the end of the dinner party, the old butler came to their side and invited Cheng Yiming with a smile, “Young Master Yiming, Mr. Cheng requests your presence.”

Cheng Yiming had just opened his mouth, “My dad…”

Cheng Huanzhen stood up.

He pulled his little uncle from behind, pulling him behind himself, and took a step forward, saying politely to the old butler, “Uncle Wang, tonight I have a work project that requires little uncle’s help. I need to go back earlier, otherwise the schedule won’t be completed.”

He paused slightly, looking at the old butler’s unchanging face, and secretly moved two steps to the side, trying to cover his little uncle a little more.

He said with a tight-lipped smile, “This work is very important and is related to the new product launch in the first quarter. Please tell grandfather, Uncle Wang. Grandfather will understand.”