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

The atmosphere on stage became somewhat heavy because of that cheap scarf.

Ke Min took two tissues and blew her nose in a very unladylike manner.

The way she looked at Xu Qing now was no longer the critical look she had at the beginning; instead, it was as if she were looking at her own wronged nephew.

She adjusted her posture, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the guitar in Xu Qing's arms.

She hadn't noticed it from a distance, but now that the big screen was showing a close-up, she realized that the guitar was indeed in a rather "appalling" state.

The piano's paint is mottled, with dents and scratches everywhere, and the pickguard is even worn down to reveal the original color of the wood.

The most eye-catching thing is the cartoon sticker below the sound hole.

It was a round little fish, its edges curled up, with a faded yellow hue.

"This guitar..." Ke Min pointed to the guitar, "Did she put those stickers on it too?"

Xu Qing lowered her head and gently stroked the curled-edge sticker with her fingers.

The movement was very gentle, like touching a lover's cheek.

"Yes."

Xu Qing's voice echoed in the studio.

"This is the first and only gift she ever gave me."

The audience was somewhat surprised.

After dating for three years, all he gave me was a beat-up guitar?

Xu Qing seemed to sense everyone's confusion, and he gave a wry smile: "Back then, we were both broke. Her medical treatment cost a lot of money, and my book writing failed miserably. The two of us together were probably what they call a poor couple."

"But this instrument saved my life."

Xu Qing looked up and gestured to the staff to switch to the large screen.

The screen flickered, and a new chat screenshot appeared before everyone's eyes.

The date is from that summer three years ago.

At that time, Xu Qing had just started serializing her novel online and also had to sing at bars every day to earn a living.

In the chat history, Xu Qing sent a photo of her old guitar.

It was a guitar with only three strings.

Xu Qing: [I broke a string today, and the boss docked fifty yuan from my paycheck. Looks like I'll be eating instant noodles for the rest of the month.]

Xu Qing: [The neck of this violin is bent; my hands hurt when I press the chords.]

It took a long time for the other party to reply.

Little Fish: [Idiot, if your hand hurts, don't play!]

Little Fish: [By the way! I have a friend whose ex-boyfriend was a jerk who was in a band. After they broke up, he left a bunch of junk at her house.]

Xiaoyu: [There was an old guitar, it looked pretty worn out, and she was about to throw it in the trash, but I stopped her.]

Little Fish: [If you don't mind, I'll send it to you? It's something nobody wants anyway, just consider it helping her get rid of trash.]

Xu Qing looked at the words on the screen, her eyes so tender they were almost dripping with tears.

"Actually, I know that there are no real friends."

Xu Qing spoke softly into the microphone.

"She was just afraid of hurting my self-esteem."

"Back then, I was very sensitive and always felt that taking things from girls meant I was a freeloader. She went to great lengths to get me to accept the violin."

"When she sent the violin over, she specifically told me that the violin was originally covered in scratches and looked terrible, so she put a sticker on it to cover up the ugliness."

Xu Qing's fingers traced the mottled marks on the instrument.

"When I received it, it was indeed very old, with a lot of the paint chipped off and a piece of the headstock broken."

"But I tried the sound and it felt great."

"Although the tone was just average and a bit muffled, it was priceless to me back then."

……

at the same time.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Waaaaah, she's so sensible!]

[To give her boyfriend a gift, she even made up a story about her friend's ex-boyfriend. What kind of fairytale romance is this?]

This guitar looks pretty worn out; it's probably just a cheap firewood stick worth a few hundred yuan.

[Don't talk nonsense, upstairs. It's the thought that counts, don't you understand?]

Just when everyone was lamenting "poverty-stricken couples face endless sorrows".

A comment with a gold V certification suddenly appeared, the text in bold bright yellow.

[Musical instrument blogger Lao Wang: Wait! Director! Please give us a close-up of the instrument headstock! Right away!]

This comment stood out conspicuously among the many crying emojis.

Immediately afterwards, the blogger known as "Old Wang" started spamming the screen.

[Old Wang: Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!]

[Old Wang: Don't look at the body of the guitar! Look at the grain on the back of the neck! And look at that logo outline that's almost worn away!]

[Old Wang: This isn't a fire poker! It's a Bourgeois!]

Only a minority of people in the live stream understand musical instruments; most are still clueless.

What's this "bourgeoisie" stuff? Is it expensive?

[Old Wang: This is Bourgeois OMC Custom! If I'm not mistaken, the back panel is made of Brazilian rosewood! This is a prohibited wood; it's impossible to get it now!]

[Old Wang: I've seen pictures of this in foreign catalogs. It should be from that "Hidden Luxury" custom series, where only three are produced globally each year!]

[Old Wang: This violin's market price starts at $25! That's roughly 180 million RMB!]

boom--

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

The netizens who were just moved now have expressions more interesting than if they'd swallowed a fly.

【How many???】

[180 million? ? ? ]

You call this unwanted trash?

[I've never seen so much money in my life, and they're giving it away like junk?]

[It's a script, right? It must be a script! Wasn't that little fish so poor he couldn't afford medical treatment?]

[Old Wang: I also think it's outrageous! But the characteristics of this piano are too obvious. The bridge design is unique; you can't fake it! Unless this blogger is blind, or I am blind!]

In the control room.

Wang Gang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he watched the science explanations in the live chat.

"Quick! Check it out!" Wang Gang yelled at his assistant. "Is this instrument really that valuable?"

The assistant frantically searched on the tablet, and a few seconds later, looked up, her face pale.

"Director...it seems to be true."

"Although the serial number on this violin is worn away, the unique fingerboard inlay technique confirms that it is indeed a top-of-the-line custom model from Bourgeois."

"Moreover..." the assistant swallowed, "these kinds of instruments are usually only available to large families or top collectors."

Wang Gang felt like his brain wasn't working properly.

A poor boy who couldn't even afford the surgery.

Singing while holding a house in the center of Linhai City?

And he even thought his girlfriend had picked it up from the trash can?

……

Cloud Top Heavenly Palace Villa.

Luo Qianyu stared at the TV screen, then suddenly buried her face in the sofa and let out a painful wail.

"Ahhh! We've been found out!"