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

(They recognized each other in the next 80 chapters)

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Luo Tianxiong was panting heavily.

He had to use all his strength to stop himself from roaring.

What a beast! He's worse than an animal! How dare that agent do such a thing!

Behind the screen, Luo Qianyu had collapsed to the ground.

She covered her ears.

I don't want to hear it.

I dare not listen.

So this was Xu Qing's nightmare of the past year.

So, in his heart, he had died such a tragic death.

Every word was like a slow, agonizing torture.

It was cut on Xu Qing's body.

It also cut into her heart.

She wished she could just die right now.

If only this absurd tragedy could end.

Just then, Xu Qing suddenly turned her head, her gaze passing through the floor-to-ceiling window.

He stared straight at the screen in the corner of the study, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

There was also a chillingly intense fervor.

"Mr. Luo."

Do you believe in your intuition?

Luo Tianxiong was busy calming himself down when he was startled by this sudden glance.

"Wh...what?"

Xu Qing took a step forward.

My face was pressed against the cold glass.

It seemed as if it wanted to see through the glass to that dark corner.

"strangeness."

"From the moment you enter this room."

"I always have a feeling she's here."

"The taste of that beef sauce from earlier."

"And that feeling of being watched."

Xu Qing muttered to himself.

His voice trembled slightly, almost nervously.

"They look so alike."

"That feeling is so similar."

"Was it because she was afraid I'd be lonely that she came along?"

Luo Tianxiong's heart jumped into his throat.

broken.

This kid is lovesick, and his sixth sense is frighteningly sharp.

Luo Qianyu, behind the screen, was so frightened that she held her breath as she heard footsteps.

Xu Qing was walking into the house, even through the glass.

Even if there's a screen between them.

She could feel the burning gaze.

She longed to be discovered.

That was the lover she longed for day and night; all she had to do was let him come over and push open the screen.

All the lies will fall apart on their own, and she can then throw herself into his arms and tell him that she's not rotten and that she's perfectly fine.

But she was also afraid, afraid that this meeting would turn into a new fright.

In this mansion.

She is the daughter of the richest man.

He was a wandering singer.

It wasn't just the screen that separated them.

And then there's the overwhelming pride and deception.

If he finds out.

Was all that suffering this year just a charade orchestrated by the father and daughter in cooperation with their agent?

Even the father had only just found out.

But in Xu Qing's eyes...

Could this turn into an even crueler form of humiliation?

Luo Qianyu gripped her collar tightly.

The knuckles are white.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

thump.

thump.

thump.

Xu Qing pushed open the door to the terrace.

One foot stepped into the house.

His gaze was fixed on the screen.

step.

Two steps.

"Mr. Xu!"

An old man's shout suddenly rang out.

The butler, Old Zhang, carrying a tray, walked out from the other side at just the right moment.

He stood directly between Xu Qing and the screen.

"The guitar is ready!"

"Old Zhang said we can do the audition now!"

This is absolutely a divine assist.

Xu Qing abruptly stopped in her tracks.

The nervousness in his eyes vanished instantly.

Instead.

It was an extreme concern for that guitar.

"alright?"

Xu Qing didn't even bother to be polite with the butler.

He turned around and rushed towards the dining table.

Behind the screen.

Luo Qianyu felt completely exhausted, as if she had just finished running a marathon.

She took deep breaths of the fresh air.

Sweat soaked through the back of my clothes.

Luo Tianxiong wiped a cold sweat from his brow on the terrace.

He gave the butler an approving look.

Old Zhang, give me a raise!

Wages absolutely must be raised!

Xu Qing rushed to the table.

Zhang Henian was taking off his gloves and standing there with an arrogant expression.

"I have successfully completed my mission."

"The crack has been repaired."

"The damp areas inside have also been dried."

"As for those scratches..."

Zhang Henian pointed to the surface of the zither.

"As you requested, we've kept them all."

"However, I applied a very thin layer of matte protective varnish on top."

"You can't tell unless you look closely."

"It retains the feel of the wood while preventing further damage."

Xu Qing's hands trembled as she gently stroked the surface of the zither.

The texture is still rough.

It still has those familiar bumpy, uneven surfaces.

But he could sense it.

The instrument has come back to life.

The unique warmth and smoothness of wood returned to my fingertips.

"Give it a try."

Zhang Henian raised his chin.

"The tone of this Bourgeois is said to be so good that you can hear the sound of heaven."

"Don't let it get dusty."

Xu Qing picked up his guitar and sat down in a chair.

I adjusted my posture and took a deep breath.

Press down the chord with your left hand and gently pluck it with your right.

Zheng—

A clear and resonant piano note echoed through the luxurious restaurant.

The voice was as pure as a clear spring.

It also carries the deep resonance unique to Brazilian rosewood.

The sustain is extremely long.

It lingered in the air for a long time.

It sounds good.

It sounds so good.

Even Luo Tianxiong, who doesn't understand music, felt that the sound of the piano was like a massage for his ears.

Xu Qing closed her eyes, listening to the lingering melody, and a tear slid down her cheek.

The little fish's last gift to him was saved.

"Thanks……"

Xu Qing opened his eyes and bowed deeply to Zhang Henian.

His voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you so much."

Zhang Henian waved his hand, still trying to look cool, but the corners of his mouth were already turned up to the sky.

"Don't thank me."

"Thanks for the good quality of this instrument."

"Thank you too."

"If it weren't for the tight wrapping of all that messy tape you used, this panel would have cracked all the way through by now."

Xu Qing is holding a guitar.

It's like holding a lover who has been lost and found again.

He suddenly turned his head.

He looked at Luo Tianxiong.

The determination returned to his eyes.

"Mr. Luo."

Please be sure to tell me the cost of repairing the instrument.

"I don't have that much cash on me right now."

"But I can write an IOU."

"Even if I have to sell my whole life to this instrument, I will still pay it back."

Luo Tianxiong looked at this stubborn young man.

I have mixed feelings in my heart.

What a load of rubbish!

I bought this violin in the first place!

But he couldn't say that.

"that……"

Luo Tianxiong coughed.

"The cost is negotiable; we can settle it later."

"Anyway, you still have to come to record the show."

"The most important thing now is..."

Luo Tianxiong pointed to the guitar.

"The piano is fixed."

"The second round of the competition starts tomorrow."

What are you planning to sing?

"Is it still that song, 'Fingerprint'?"

Xu Qing stroked the strings of the zither.

His gaze deepened.

"No."

"I'm not singing 'Fingerprint' anymore."

"This zither has been reborn."

"Then we should sing a song that does it justice."

Xu Qing stood up.

Carry the guitar bag on your back.

The person's aura changed in that instant.

That sense of despondency seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

Instead.

It is a sorrow with a sharp edge.

"I want to sing a song."

"A song that she can hear over there."

I'm going to tell her.

"It's also a message to the whole world."

Even if she turned to ashes.

"She's also the prettiest little fish in my life, Xu Qing's."

Done.

Xu Qing did not linger.

He bowed again to Luo Tianxiong and Zhang Henian.

Then he turned and walked towards the gate.

His back view was aloof and proud.

Resolute.

Luo Tianxiong watched him leave.

Until the door closed.

He then suddenly turned around.

He roared towards the study:

"Luo Qianyu! You brat, get out here right now!"

"This is the mess you've made!"

"For some damn dream of becoming a star, they've ruined this child like this!"