Looking at the elegant and graceful red evening gown on the Spring Festival Gala stage, Chen Fan's eyes were filled with emotion.

This woman is getting more and more beautiful.

She stood on the stage, dignified, elegant, noble and generous, as if she was a star born for the stage.

In just less than two years, Wen Wan completed the perfect transformation.

Who would have thought that two years ago, she was still a down-and-out woman who was struggling to find a singing job in a bar.

Chen Fan really wanted to take out his cell phone and send a text message to Wen Wan to ask about the situation.

However, I thought that he was still at the Spring Festival Gala and would probably be very busy, so I put my phone away again.

After dinner, Li Jinqiu cleaned up the place while Chen Fan sat on the sofa with his parents to watch TV.

When he was a child, Chen Fan's fondest memory was the Chinese New Year.

Because at this time he will have new clothes to wear, his parents will buy him firecrackers, candies and melon seeds, and he can eat a lot of things that he was reluctant to buy before.

My most fond memory of the Spring Festival Gala is watching it with my parents on the old black and white TV at home on New Year's Eve.

In this life, Chen Fan finally let his parents move from the countryside to a building, and the black and white TV in the house was replaced by a large color TV.

Chen Fan leaned on the sofa, watching his parents discussing and chatting nearby, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

In this life, half of my wishes have been realized.

The last thing left is to marry Su Ruchu.

Although his mental age has long made him lose interest in the Spring Festival Gala, Chen Fan still stayed with his parents until midnight.

In this year's Spring Festival Gala, apart from the song "Beautiful Myth", the only song that left an impression on Chen Fan was "Three Lucky Treasures" and Uncle Shan's sketch "Talking Stories".

The clock struck midnight and the countdown began. The countdown advertisement appeared again on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

The familiar 놅Fantastic Video놅 logo comes into view.

In fact, the company's top management had held a special meeting to discuss the issue of sponsorship for this year's Spring Festival Gala.

Some senior executives felt that Feifan Video had already left other similar video websites far behind, and there was no need to spend a high price to sponsor the Spring Festival Gala. The money could be saved to buy other TV ads.

However, this proposal was rejected by Chen Fan.

He is well aware that the next few years will be a melee moment for video websites.

Although Feifan Video now maintains the top position in traffic, its competitors, such as LeTV, Tudou, Liujianfang, and 56 Video, are catching up.

Not to mention Youku and Ku6.com which will be launched this year, as well as iQiyi, Mango Video and Penguin Video in the future.

These will be the biggest competitors of Extraordinary Video.

Chen Fan will never take it lightly until all his competitors are defeated.

So this year, even though the sponsorship fee has increased a lot, Chen Fan still agreed to sponsor the Spring Festival Gala countdown again.

After watching the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala while sitting on the sofa, Chen Fan got up and went downstairs with his father to set off firecrackers.

Because we moved to a new house this year, my dad was willing to spend money and even bought a lot of fireworks.

An old man and a child were lighting fireworks downstairs.

Looking at the fireworks blooming in the night sky, Chen Fan took out a cigarette and handed one to his father.

Chen Jianye was slightly stunned, then reached out to take it. Chen Fan handed over a lighter. Chen Jianye lowered his head, put out his hand to block the wind, lit the cigarette, and patted the back of Chen Fan's hand.

Looking up at the fireworks in the sky, Chen Jianye blew out a smoke ring comfortably, and then smiled with satisfaction.

There is a saying that goes, a son's growth begins when he passes cigarettes to his father.

At this moment, Chen Jianye felt that his son had grown up.

After smoking a cigarette with my dad, the two of them went upstairs.

Chen Fan went into his bedroom with his cell phone.

Ever since he started setting off fireworks downstairs, his phone has been vibrating non-stop.

There is no way, there are too many text messages sending New Year's greetings at midnight.

For a full ten or twenty minutes, Chen Fan's phone never stopped vibrating.

Among them were old classmates, senior management of group companies, and bosses from Yunhai whom Chen Fan knew. Many of them were big bosses with whom Chen Fan had exchanged contact information at the Yunhai Chamber of Commerce.

It's impossible to reply to so many text messages.

Chen Fan first selected important partners and sent them text messages to wish them a happy new year.

Then I sent text messages to my familiar brothers and several 519 buddies one by one.

The last step is to edit a group text message and send it to all contacts.

"I am Chen Fan. In the new year, I wish you good health, success in everything, and a successful career."

Finally, Chen Fan left time for a few people to reply to text messages.

For example, Nalan Wan'er, who called herself her master, was far away in the capital; Tong Yao and Yan Qing were important friends.

Of course there is still a little bit, Chen Fan must reply seriously.

If he dared to send group text messages to Dingdian for half a year, Chen Fan suspected that this girl would come to his house with a kitchen knife and kill him tomorrow.

The last one is a text message from my girlfriend Su Ruochu.

"Happy New Year! I wish Chen Fan will become more and more handsome in the new year."

Seeing this text message, Chen Fan's mouth curled up slightly. He sent a reply to the other party.

"Happy New Year. Wife, I'm handsome enough. If I were any more handsome, it would alarm the party. You would feel a sense of crisis."

"Smug. Someone is so shameless."

"Am I not handsome?"

"Not handsome at all."

"Didn't you agree to date me because I was so handsome?"

"Of course not!"

Chen Fan immediately called and went over.

"Hello."

Su Ruochu's voice was very soft, as if he was suppressing his throat.

Chen Fan asked, "Are you asleep?"

"Just lie down."

"It's so early. Did you watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

"I just watched Uncle Shan's skit and went to sleep."

"I was just setting off fireworks downstairs, it's a pity you didn't see it."

"Hehe, I see, there are people setting off fireworks outside the window."

"Have you bought new clothes for the New Year?"

"Didn't you just buy it for me a few days ago? Why do you want to buy it again?"

Chen Fan curled his lips: "Women should be a little harder on themselves."

Su Ruochu knew that Chen Fan was deliberately using the lines from the skit "Talking About Things" to tease her, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"What will you do if I become a masochist in the future?"

"Changed? What changed?"

"I just got older, less pretty, and out of shape. Would you like another girl?"

Chen Fan tried to hold back his laughter.

"Don't worry. When you become a mother, I will become a grandfather. A grandfather will always be the one who loves mother."

"Hmph. You're off."

Su Ruchu smiled contentedly and said, "I'm going to sleep. You should go to bed early too. Good night."

"Good night."

"Hubby, I love you."

Chen Fan hung up the phone with a smile, and just as he was about to put it down, another text message came.

This time it was sent by Wenwan.

There are only 눁 characters.

"Happy New Year."