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

Thinking of the one million yuan final payment that Zhao Tai had promised.

Iron-headed evil breeds malice.

He rushed forward.

He kicked the soil next to the tombstone.

"Playing tricks!"

"This must be a prop that was artificially aged beforehand!"

"Don't be fooled by him, everyone!"

"This stone looks old, but it's actually just been sprayed with chemicals!"

Tie Tou shouted at the camera.

They were trying to salvage the situation.

"Let me smash this broken rock open!"

"Check if it's empty inside!"

He pulled a folding entrenching tool out of his bag.

This is what he usually uses to dig for wild vegetables.

Now it has become a murder weapon.

He picked up the shovel.

They were about to smash it onto the tombstone.

If this hits hard...

Whether it's true or false.

Xu Qing lost all face.

That would be the greatest insult to the dead.

"stop!"

A roar.

It wasn't Xu Qing who shouted it.

It was shouted by netizens in the live stream.

The live chat exploded.

【Iron Head, are you crazy?】

That's someone's grave! Whether it's real or not, you can't smash it!

If this were true, you would be punished by heaven!

[Call the police! Call the police immediately!]

But Tie Tou's eyes had already turned red.

He doesn't even look at the comments.

The shovel made a whooshing sound.

He chopped down hard.

when!

A crisp sound.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The shovel did not hit the tombstone.

Instead, it smashed onto a guitar.

That Brazilian rosewood guitar worth millions.

They stood blocking the tombstone at that moment.

The neck of the instrument was cut with a shovel, leaving a deep gash.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Xu Qing stood in front of the tombstone.

He gripped the guitar tightly with both hands.

His tiger's mouth was cracked from the shock.

Blood flowed out.

It dripped onto the pure white wedding dress.

They resemble blooming red plum blossoms.

Xu Qing raised her head.

The emptiness in his eyes was gone.

Rather, it is a kind of ferocity like that of a wild beast.

Those are wolves guarding their food.

Those are eagles guarding their nests.

"You dare touch her."

"I'll kill you."

Xu Qing's voice was not loud.

There was no roaring.

But every single word.

They all looked like they were squeezed out from between the teeth.

It smelled of blood.

Tie Tou was frightened by that look.

The shovel in his hand clattered to the ground.

He took two steps back.

He plopped down in the mud.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"We live in a society governed by the rule of law..."

"I'm live streaming..."

"Tens of millions of people are watching..."

Xu Qing ignored him.

He threw away his guitar.

Step by step, he walked towards the iron head.

Raindrops hit his face.

It made him look like a demon who crawled out of hell.

"Tens of millions of people are watching."

"Perfect."

Xu Qing walked up to Tie Tou.

Bend down.

She grabbed his collar.

They lifted him up like a chick.

"Look carefully."

Xu Qing pointed to the tombstone.

"That's what's lying in here."

"She is the love of my life."

"She's timid."

"Afraid of strangers."

"I'm even more afraid of noise."

"You brought so many people with you."

"I woke her up."

"What should be the punishment?"

Snapped!

A slap in the face.

It slapped hard across Tie Tou's face.

crisp.

Loud and clear.

Iron Head's face swelled up instantly on one side.

Several teeth flew out, mixed with blood.

The live stream room was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by the slap.

Xu Qing.

That gentle and refined scholar on stage.

That melancholy prince who sang "Double Happiness".

They actually hit someone.

And they hit so hard.

"This slap."

"It was made for her."

Xu Qing said coldly.

Snapped!

He slapped her again with his backhand.

Iron Head's other half of his face was also swollen.

His whole body was beaten up and turned into a pig's head.

"This slap."

"I typed it for myself."

Xu Qingsong let go.

Iron Head collapsed to the ground.

Like a puddle of mud.

The burly men around him.

No one dared to step forward.

They were intimidated by Xu Qing's imposing presence.

That was a fearless, reckless spirit.

Whoever goes up there will die.

Xu Qing turned around.

I'm not going to watch those clowns anymore.

He walked back to the tombstone.

Pick up the damaged guitar.

Gently wipe away the mud and water.

My hands were shaking with heartache.

"sorry."

"I hurt you again."

He spoke to the guitar.

It's as if it's being spoken to the person inside the tombstone.

then.

He sat cross-legged in the mud.

Sitting next to the wedding dress.

With his back to the camera.

Turning its back to the whole world.

He picked up the guitar.

Even though the neck of the violin was cracked.

Even though the pitch was off.

But he still plucked the strings.

Zheng—

A cracking sound.

It sounded particularly jarring in the downpour.

But at this moment.

But no one thought it sounded bad.

Xu Qingqing cleared her throat.

Rainwater poured into my mouth.

very bitter.

"This song."

I'll sing it for you.

"Sing it to this damn world too."

He spoke.

There was no accompaniment.

There is no reverb.

Only the sound of rain.

And thunder.

"You said your favorite flower is lilac..."

"Because your name is it..."

The song began.

desolate.

Tactful.

It felt like my heart had been torn to pieces.

They were scattered one by one in the wind.

In the live stream room.

The comments section was still filled with arguments.

It suddenly stopped.

The screen full of question marks disappeared.

Instead.

The screen was filled with candles.

[Sobbing, I cried. If this was acting, I'd give him an Oscar.]

The grave was real, and so was the look in his eyes.

That bastard Zhao Tai actually sent people to vandalize a grave!

Protect Xu Qing! Protect Xiao Yu!

[Die, Iron Head! Die, Zhao Tai!]

The direction of public opinion.

At this moment.

A complete reversal.

No public relations are needed.

No need for online trolls.

human heart.

That's the biggest public relations effort.

Meanwhile, in the offices of Star Emperor Entertainment.

Zhao Tai looked at the screen.

Looking at the screen filled with comments cursing him.

He was so angry that he smashed the computer on the table to pieces.

"waste!"

"They're all useless!"

"Where did that grave come from?!"

"Investigate!"

"If you can't find out, you're all fired!"

Zhao Tai roared.

But he knew.

late.

Everything is too late.

Xu Qing knelt down.

His plot was shattered by kneeling.

It also shattered the stock price of Star Emperor Entertainment.

outside the window.

It's still raining.

Xu Qing is still singing.

That fake grave.

On a rainy night.

It surprisingly exuded a strange sense of holiness.

It's as if there really is a soul.

Rest in peace inside.

And in the woods not far away.

Luo Qianyu leaned against the tree trunk.

She covered her mouth.

I cried heartbreakingly.

She looked at the man singing in the rain.

My heart aches so much I feel like I'm suffocating.

"fool……"

"That's fake..."

"Stop singing..."

"Please stop singing..."

"It would break my heart..."

But she can't go out.

She could only watch.

Watching him erect a monument for her.

She watched him keep vigil for her.

Look at him.

Give this love.

It's etched into the bone.