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

Xu Qing pointed at Wang Dazhu.

"The suona is a musical instrument hooligan."

"Once it starts playing, this is its home turf."

"Whether it's the piano or the guitar, they're all inferior to the suona."

Wang Dazhu's eyes widened.

He'd played the suona his whole life, and this was the first time he'd heard someone praise it like this.

"besides."

Xu Qing lowered her voice.

"Who said that was a funeral song?"

"That is the ritual music that accompanies someone on the last journey of their life."

Is there anything more solemn in this world?

As soon as those words were spoken...

Zhang Tiedan, who weighed 300 jin, burst into tears.

Tears and snot streamed down my face.

He wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve.

"Damn... Teacher Xu is absolutely right..."

"That's what my dad said too..."

"He said that if you sing well, you'll accumulate good karma..."

Xu Qing ignored the fat man's crying.

He closed his eyes and summoned the system in his mind.

Search for the song "囍".

This song is practically tailor-made for this quirky duo.

Although the original song contains some electronic synthesized elements.

But at its core is folk music.

It is the kind of folk music that intertwines great sorrow and great joy.

Suona, Erhu, and Dagu.

This is the soul of the song.

"system."

Xu Qing silently recited in his heart.

"Exchange for the complete arrangement of '囍' (double happiness)".

"in addition……"

Xu Qing glanced at his reputation points.

That song, "Thinking of You at Night," made him a fortune.

"Exchange for the god-level skill - Voice Imitation (Female Voice)".

This song requires someone to sing the operatic parts sung by the female lead.

I can't find a female partner.

Then do it yourself.

A system notification sounded: [Exchange successful! Reputation points deducted...]

A cool breeze instantly rushed into my throat.

Xu Qing opened her eyes.

There was a different kind of feeling in his eyes.

He looked at the three men in front of him who were still moved.

"Don't cry."

Xu Qing clapped his hands.

"Since all you know are weddings and funerals."

"Then we'll throw them the biggest wedding and funeral ever."

Wang Dazhu was taken aback, sniffed, and asked, "Huh? What's that?"

Xu Qing took a piece of white paper.

No sheet music was written.

He drew a few simple symbols on the paper.

"This song is called 'Double Happiness'."

"I don't require you to understand musical notation."

"Big Pillar".

Xu Qing looked at the bald, burly man.

I'll give you a gesture.

"I'll raise my hand, and you'll blow it for me."

Blow with all your might.

"I want to blow out all the grievances I've ever had in my life, and all the lively energy from this whole area."

"Is it possible?"

Wang Dazhu stood up abruptly.

He pounded his chest loudly.

"able!"

"If it doesn't make a sound, I'll swallow the suona!"

Xu Qing then looked at Li Ergou.

"Ergou, can you play the erhu sadly?"

Li Ergou adjusted his glasses, and his eyes lit up.

"Yes! I'm best at playing 'Jiang Shui' (River Water). After I finish playing it, even the village dogs will cry a couple of times."

"it is good."

Xu Qing nodded.

"Just let out that urge to cry that you can't."

Finally, it's Zhang Tiedan.

"Fatty, your task is the most important."

"The rhythm of this song depends entirely on your bass drum and gong."

"No need for fancy tricks, just stability."

"Every strike must land squarely on the floor."

Zhang Tiedan nodded vigorously, his fat face jiggling.

"Don't worry, Teacher Xu! I'll put in all my effort!"

Xu Qing smiled.

This was the first time he had smiled today.

Although it was very faint, it appeared exceptionally vivid on that cool and aloof face.

"remember."

"We're not here to be funny."

"We're here to cause trouble."

Zhang Ye said it was a funeral song.

"Then let's send them to their funeral."

"Bury this damn prejudice."

……

Half an hour later.

The studio lights came on again.

The host stood on the stage, glanced at the list in his hand, and his expression was rather interesting.

"Alright, the first group's performance in the second half is about to begin!"

"Let's welcome—Zhang Ye's team!"

Cheers erupted.

It was mainly the group of professional fans that Zhang Ye invited who were making noise.

Zhang Ye led his elite team onto the stage.

That's certainly a big investment.

Everyone was dressed in bespoke suits, and their hair was styled so perfectly that they looked like they had just come from a salon.

They performed a rearranged version of "Snow".

They have to rap, dance, and hit high notes.

The technology involved is indeed advanced.

Li Xiu's tongue moved as fast as a machine gun.

Zhao Wu's backflip drew screams from the audience.

Even Zhang Ye learned his lesson this time and didn't do anything as shady as smashing guitars.

He honestly sang a chorus.

It has to be said, this is the taste of money.

Although it lacks soul, it is gorgeous and has no major flaws.

The song ended.

The three judges, who were paid to do so, immediately began to praise him.

"It's perfect!"

"This is the standard for boy bands!"

"The coordination and arrangement are simply textbook-perfect!"

Zhang Ye stood on the stage, basking in the applause with satisfaction.

The vote count has been completed.

Forty-five million votes!

It directly broke the previous record.

While many of these posts were generated by paid trolls, even casual viewers were genuinely impressed by the lavish stage.

Zhang Ye held the microphone, looking at a corner of the audience.

"Some people gain sympathy by playing the victim."

"But here, strength still matters."

"I hope some of these amateur groups won't wet their pants later."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Everyone knows who he's talking about.

The host quickly picked up the conversation.

"Thank you to Zhang Ye's team for the fantastic performance!"

"The pressure is on the next group!"

"Please welcome—Xu Qing's team!"

The lights went out.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was waiting to see the joke.

Just wait and see how that bald guy, that skinny guy, and that fat guy make a fool of themselves on stage.

suddenly.

A beam of pale light shone on the stage.

There was no accompaniment.

There is no prelude.

The first sound was a deep, resonant drumbeat.

Boom-!

That sound was so deep.

It was like an ancient city gate being smashed open.

Followed by.

A faint, chilly sound of an erhu drifted into everyone's ears.

Squeak—squeak—

It's like an old wooden door swaying in the wind.

It sounded like someone was sobbing softly in the dead of night.

The entire audience instantly got goosebumps.

This doesn't look like a talent show at all.

This atmosphere... it feels like walking into a funeral parlor.

Just when the audience felt a chill run down their spines.

The platform in the center of the stage slowly rose.

Xu Qing sat there.

He crossed his legs, looking languid.

He wasn't holding a guitar.

Instead, he was holding a red paper veil and playing with it.

Behind him.

Wang Dazhu gripped the suona tightly in his hand, his cheeks bulging, ready to fight at any moment.

Li Ergou closed his eyes, immersed in the mournful melody of the erhu.

Zhang Tiedan was shirtless, revealing his fat body, and held a large hammer high in his hand.

Xu Qing raised her head slightly.

Speaking into the microphone.

In an almost whispered voice, he recited:

"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month..."

"An auspicious day..."

"Sorghum stalks..."

boom!

The drum fell again.

This time, it was heavier than before.

Xu Qing's lips curled into a strange smile.

That smile carried three parts joy and seven parts sinister intent.

"Good days".

"arrive."