After the breakup, my identity as a singing god was exposed

Jincheng has ushered in another winter.

The snow came earlier than ever, and so did the cold, just like Liu Xuan's heart.

Li Qiongyao's grandmother still couldn't survive the winter.

From the moment Liu Xuan received the call from the villagers, his heart skipped a beat.

When he returned to Xi County, grandma had already been sent to the Xi County Hospital. When the doctor saw Liu Xuan, he just sighed lightly and said the words that Liu Xuan least wanted to hear.

Liu Xuan is lucky, but also unfortunate.

Fortunately, he did reach the peak of his career, but unfortunately, within one year, he lost two of his closest relatives.

When Liu Xuan saw the old woman, she was wearing an oxygen mask. She opened her cloudy eyes and looked at Liu Xuan. Her mouth moved, but no one could hear what she said. She moved her hands, trying to reach out and touch Liu Xuan, but in the end she didn't have the strength to lift them.

Liu Xuan held the old man's hand and just watched quietly.

In the second half of this year, Li Qiongyao was admitted to Yenching University as she wished, less than two months after the start of the school year.

At least the old woman managed to survive and see her granddaughter pass the exam.

After careful consideration, Liu Xuan called Li Qiongyao and told her the bad news.

When Li Qiongyao heard the news, she burst into tears. Liu Xuan could hear her sobbing on the phone, as well as the questions and comfort from the girl next to her.

We then completed the discharge procedures at this hospital and sent the old man to the Jincheng hospital for examination.

The final result was the same, the old man was beyond help.

Looking at the unconscious old man, Liu Xuan felt mixed emotions.

There is still no news about Chang Qian, and it may be a luxury for the old man to see her for the last time.

At this time, Liu Xuan thought of Lu Yuqing. They knew Li Qiongyao's family together. She had always had a good relationship with Li Qiongyao and had the right to know about this matter.

So he called Lu Yuqing to tell her about this.

Lu Yuqing rushed over quickly. As a woman, she couldn't stop crying as she looked at the old man sleeping on the bed.

Then she threw herself into Liu Xuan's arms, hugged him and cried bitterly.

Liu Xuan didn't know how to comfort her, so he just patted her back gently.

In the end, the old man left without waiting for Li Qiongyao to come back.

Li Qiongyao was only a few hours late. When Liu Xuan went to the airport to pick her up, the old woman still had signs of life. But when Liu Xuan came back, she had already left this world completely.

Li Qiongyao almost collapsed and lay in front of the old man's bed crying.

"Grandma... Grandma... Look at me, I'm back..."

Liu Xuan looked out the window melancholy, and Lu Yuqing couldn't bear to look at him.

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The old man was buried in a field outside Qingbu Village and a tombstone was erected.

The villagers helped with the burial, and every family in the village came to help and pay their respects.

Several elderly people who got along well with the old lady also had tears in their eyes.

Many children who had received the old lady's kindness burst into tears.

At night, Li Qiongyao stayed at the funeral hall. Liu Xuan asked her to go and rest. She just looked at Liu Xuan numbly and said, "I'm fine."

Her emotions were no longer stable and her eyes were red.

She had been crying for a long time.

Liu Xuan sighed and lit a cigarette in the open space outside the yard.

Late at night, snowflakes fell from the sky.

This is the first snow of the year, and it also comes to bid farewell to the old man.

On the third day after the old man's death, everything returned to normal, as if everything was just a dream.

Li Qiongyao returned to school and Lu Yuqing returned to Jincheng.

Only Liu Xuan was left standing alone in the empty yard, thinking about his experiences living with Chang Qian and the old man.

The new year is coming soon. Can the people around me come back?

After staying in the countryside for another three days, Liu Xuan returned to Jincheng.

He started to get busy again, still hurriedly starting to prepare for his second movie.

The idea is still the same as before, I hope it can be released during the Spring Festival.

So Liu Xuan became busy again.

During this period, when he was not filming, he would sit in a daze on the Nanshan Mountain, or watch the Yellow River water gradually become clearer, fantasizing that one day Chang Qian would come back to him.

He would take out a Stitch key pendant and look at it for a long time.

His and Liu Shiman's child is already a toddler. If Chang Qian hadn't aborted the baby, their child would have been crawling around on the ground with big, bright eyes, right?

The island never appeared in Liu Xuan's mind again.

It seemed to have disappeared from his world out of thin air, leaving no trace and taking the women on the island with it.

This made Liu Xuan feel sad, but helpless, and more importantly, powerless.

As the end of the year draws closer, Liu Xuan actually starts to feel timid.

He was a little afraid to return to the home where he and Li Qiongyao were the only ones left.

But this is a fact that cannot be changed.

After that, this year's Golden Melody Awards was not held until the end of the year. Liu Xuan undoubtedly became an invited guest and successfully won the Golden Melody Award. Among the top ten golden song winners, even three of them belonged to him, which was unprecedented.

Free Flying also successfully won the Best New Group, PEACE Band won the Most Popular Band, and Zhuo Xinwen became the Best Male Newcomer.

As a result, the level of Qiannian Culture has been raised to a higher level. It has grown into a giant and is no longer afraid of competition from any company.

Liu Xuan's other company, New Literature and Art, is also booming, and its services in various industries are well received.

Laiwu Ancient Town has become a very popular tourist attraction, with bustling crowds of people and singers performing in the street stalls during the day.

At night, this place becomes a paradise for wanderers.

They play guitar and sing late at night, talk and discuss the future with people around them who have the same ideals.

This place has become a spiritual station, where everyone's soul is placed.

On that piece of land that has been treated gently by time, it seems like a lost pearl in the long river of history, quietly emitting immortal brilliance. At the first light of dawn, a touch of light blue appeared on the horizon, gradually dyed with golden light, gently awakening this ancient town.

The stone pavement of the ancient town has been eroded by wind and rain, but it is still solid. Each stone is engraved with the mark of time and has a faint blue-gray luster. Walking on it, it seems that you can hear the whisper of history, gently echoing in your ears. On both sides, the quaint wooden buildings are scattered in an orderly manner. The strings of red lanterns hanging under the eaves sway gently in the wind, like the notes in an ancient ballad, jumping with joy and peace.

The sun shines through the carved wooden windows onto the mottled walls, and each crack in the interweaving of light and shadow seems to tell a story of the past. The air is filled with the faint scent of ink and flowers, which drifts from the study and flower gardens in the town, making people slow down their pace and indulge in the tranquility and beauty.

In the distance, a clear river flows slowly, with a few fallen leaves occasionally floating on the water, drifting with the current, with a bit of poetry and freedom. On the river bank, weeping willows sway, their branches gently brushing the water, as if they are the most gentle brushstrokes of nature, adding a few vivid green strokes to this picture of the ancient town.

When night falls, the ancient town takes on a different look. In the dimly lit places, every household lights up lanterns, dyeing the night warm and mysterious. The moonlight pours down on the ancient streets like water, reflecting the lights, creating a dreamlike feeling as if from another world. At this time, if you stroll in the ancient town, you may hear a melodious sound of stringed instruments, which is the unique nocturne of the ancient town, which makes people's hearts truly peaceful and released.

This ancient town full of literary and artistic atmosphere, with its unique charm, quietly tells the past and the present, allowing everyone who steps into it to feel the shock and touch from the soul.