Two days later.
It was the eve of the Lunar New Year.
"Where are the lanterns? Go and hang them up."
"Coming, coming!"
"Old Li, how's the program coming along?"
"Haha, it's all finished."
"Great, it's all on you guys now. I'm really looking forward to it."
"We're just a bunch of old people, so we're only going to be singing in the name of fun."
"The Spring Festival Gala will be happening soon as well, I wonder what it will be like this year."
"It's difficult to say since Professor Zhang is here at our place."
"Yeah, without Professor Zhang directing the Spring Festival Gala, I just can't seem to look forward to watching it."
"Hai, if only Professor Zhang hadn't gotten embroiled. The Spring Festival Gala this year would definitely have been headed by him. I can imagine just how wonderful it would've been."
"Haha, but Professor Zhang doesn't have time to worry about the Spring Festival Gala now."
