Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The atmosphere in the studio was somewhat eerie.

The earlier revelation that "Xu Qing is a hidden tycoon" hadn't spread completely yet, but many people at the scene had already started whispering among themselves.

The expressions of the audience members in the front row who were scrolling through Weibo on their phones changed.

They looked at the young man on stage holding a guitar, their gazes now filled with more inquiry and less of the sympathy they had shown earlier.

Net worth over 100 million?

Pretending to be poor?

If that's true, then all the tears we shed just now were just fed to the dogs.

Wang Gang was sweating profusely in the control room.

He stared at the online trolls stirring up trouble, his knuckles white from gripping the walkie-talkie so tightly.

"Control the comments! Quickly get the operations team to control the comments!"

"Suppress all those comments saying Xu Qing is faking poverty!"

"Whether he's genuinely poor or faking it, as long as he's on this stage for even a minute, he's our ratings king!"

The assistant director timidly handed him a glass of water.

"Director, how about... we cut this scene?"

"Pinch my ass!"

Wang Gang slammed his hand on the table.

"Are you trying to kill us already by cutting off the live stream now?"

"Let him sing!"

"As long as the song is good, as long as it can make the audience cry, even if he commits murder and arson, there will be people to defend him!"

on the stage.

Xu Qing had no idea what was happening outside.

He doesn't care either.

He simply lowered the microphone stand a little.

That's the height the little fish are used to.

Although she never had the chance to stand on this stage.

"Teacher, could you please turn off the accompaniment?"

Xu Qing waved to the sound engineer.

The sound engineer paused for a moment, then turned to look towards the control room.

Wang Gang yelled into the earpiece, "Listen to him! If he tries to sabotage us, hand him a hammer too!"

The sound engineer quickly pressed the push button.

The grand string accompaniment that had been prepared came to an abrupt end.

The entire studio fell into a deathly silence.

There is only a slight background noise from the current flowing through the speaker.

Xu Qing nodded in satisfaction.

Regardless of what's said online.

At least for this moment, the man's eyes didn't lie.

That kind of focused, almost obsessive gaze can't be acted out.

In the shadows on the side of the stage.

A disturbance is taking place.

A staff member wearing an employee badge was staring blankly at the woman in front of him.

"Take off your clothes and give them to me."

The woman wore sunglasses that covered half her face, and her tone was domineering and unreasonable.

The staff member, a recent graduate intern, was so frightened that she hugged her chest tightly.

"Sis...is this inappropriate? I'm just wearing a hoodie, nothing underneath..."

"I'll give you ten thousand."

"make a deal!"

Without saying a word, the intern immediately started tearing apart the black hoodie with the "Rising Star" logo printed on it.

Two minutes later.

Luo Qianyu put on the hoodie that was clearly a size too big.

There was also a faint smell of sweat and boxed lunch on it.

Normally, this top-tier diva with her obsessive-compulsive disorder would have had her clothes burned long ago.

But now.

She pulled the large hat over her head.

He then pulled an extra-large black mask out of his bag and put it on.

She was huddled inside the hoodie, with only her red and swollen eyes showing.

Dressed like that, no one would recognize you in a crowd.

This is the effect she wanted.

She didn't want to cause a commotion.

She just wanted to be closer to him.

Closer.

Luo Qianyu crouched down and, taking advantage of the blind spots in the lighting, quietly made her way to the very edge of the stage curtain.

This place is less than ten meters from the center of the stage.

She could even see the patterns on Xu Qing's guitar strap.

And there was that bit of bluish stubble on his chin.

He lost a lot of weight that year.

The once rounded jawline has become sharp, and the cheekbones have become more prominent.

Luo Qianyu's heart clenched violently.

That idiot.

He definitely didn't eat properly again.

The stage lights suddenly went out.

Only a beam of spotlight remained.

A white beam of light shone down from above, enveloping Xu Qing completely.

It was pitch black all around.

This extreme contrast makes him seem like an isolated island abandoned by the world.

Xu Qing lowered her head.

Fingers gently rest on the strings.

"Zheng—"

The first note of the piano rang out.

That Brazilian rosewood guitar, worth 1.8 million, finally demonstrated its dominance at this moment.

His voice was deep and resonant.

Each note carried a unique, woody resonance, echoing throughout the empty studio.

There are no fancy techniques.

It's just the simplest strumming.

Xu Qing spoke up.

"We almost became a couple."

"You're not very good at pretending to be friends."

The moment the lyrics were uttered, Luo Qianyu, who was in the side of the screen, covered her mouth.

Tears fell directly onto the mask.

We almost met.

Pretend to be friends.

These words were like dull knives, cutting into her flesh.

She remembered three years ago.

She had just debuted then, and the company was very strict with her.

Every time Xu Qing came to see her, she had to be fully armed.

In a coffee shop, on a park bench.

She didn't dare to hold his hand.

I didn't dare hug him.

On one occasion, she even encountered paparazzi, and in her fright, she let go of Xu Qing's hand and ran away.

Xu Qing was left standing there, at a loss in front of the paparazzi's cameras.

She later explained that it was for work.

Xu Qing smiled and said it was okay.

He said we were best friends.

Fuck your friends.

Whose boyfriend and girlfriend act like thieves when they meet?

Xu Qing's voice continued to come through.

It has a hoarse, grainy texture.

"Not everyone can be open and honest."

"We formed a bond of innocence as we journeyed together."

"Having lost my innocence, I choose to be alone."

"I thought maturity required dishonesty."

"You don't even admit that you can become unbalanced."

Images began to appear on the large screen on the stage.

That was a sand artist hired by the production team on the spot to create the artwork.

A pair of large hands swung across the lightbox covered in fine sand.

The visuals are very simple.

Two little people, hand in hand, walked across a wilderness.

then.

One of the little figures let go of the hand, walked further and further away, and finally disappeared at the edge of the screen.

Only one little person remained, standing there dumbfounded.

The visuals, combined with Xu Qing's deathly still singing voice, were incredibly powerful.

Many audience members had already started taking out tissues.

All the voices questioning Xu Qing's pretense of poverty have now disappeared.

There's no hint of money in this song.

Only fate matters.

This is a performance risked with his life.

"Maintaining a sense of proportion while still relying on lingering warmth."

"After a few rotations, they become our deep fingerprints."

"Stay warm in the hearts of everyone you've ever loved."

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

He was completely immersed in that world that belonged only to him and "Little Fish".

He remembered the girl who always wore gloves.

She said she had scars on her hands and they didn't look good.

So he never takes off his gloves.

Even holding hands was done through a layer of fabric.

Xu Qing didn't understand at that time.

He thought it was just a girl's modesty.

Looking back now.

That's not being reserved at all.

That was her inferiority complex, which made her afraid to show her skin because of the "festering" wound.

Xu Qing's fingers slid forcefully across the strings.

The chord emitted a sharp hiss.

"Having loved and hated many times, the more you look at it, the more it hurts."

"How long did it take to endure youth, only to hate others?"

"Fearless and reckless."

At this point in the song, Xu Qing opened her eyes.

He glanced instinctively to the side of the stage.

That's just a habit.

When he used to sing at bars, Xiaoyu would always hide in that corner and listen to him sing.

They were wrapped up tightly, with only their eyes showing.

Xu Qing's gaze swept across the side curtain.

Sudden.

His pupils contracted sharply.