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

Weibo crashed.

It's not lagging.

It's completely inaccessible.

Zhang, the programmer responsible for maintaining the server, felt like dying when he saw the screen full of red error codes.

Ten minutes ago, the live broadcast of "Rising Star" just ended.

The man named Xu Qing, along with three rural wedding and funeral troupes, put on a grand show on stage.

Then the internet went crazy.

The tech manager slammed the keyboard down with a deafening roar.

"Expand capacity! Switch all the spare servers over!"

"This level of online buzz is unbelievable! Even a top celebrity's infidelity scandal didn't cause this much of a stir!"

Finally, the server caught its breath.

The trending topics list has been updated.

Seven of the top ten are related to Xu Qing.

First place: #Xu Qingxi# (Breaking news)

Second place: #Suona is king among all musical instruments# (Boiling)

Third place: #Chinese Horror Aesthetics# (New)

Fourth place: #Wang Dazhu Suona God#

Fifth place: #Xu Qing's opera singing#

Sixth place: #Zhang Ye suffers a crushing defeat#

Seventh place: #The guy who threw a water bottle at the judges#

Click on the entry containing the word "explosion".

The pinned Weibo post was published by the official account of CCTV's Arts and Entertainment Channel.

There is no unnecessary copywriting.

Only four words: [Vulgar, refined.]

The accompanying image is of Xu Qing covering the guitar with a red veil at the end.

The comment section below already has hundreds of thousands of replies.

[I showed this video to my grandma, and she laughed so hard her dentures fell out. She said this young man is better at boasting than Old Li from the village entrance.]

I was so scared I peed my pants the first time I listened to it, I cried like a baby the second time, and now I'm listening to it a third time. I think I should burn some paper money for my ex.

[Who said Minle is unsophisticated? Come out and take your punishment! This is clearly a VIP passage to the underworld.]

When that guy playing the suona puffed out his cheeks, I felt like he could suck my soul into him.

[Xu Qing's actions aren't a competition; they're like holding a religious ceremony for the Chinese music scene.]

……

In the dormitory of Class F.

Wang Dazhu was squatting on the ground eating instant noodles.

He was really hungry.

That sudden burst of air from my lungs emptied out.

Li Ergou was carefully attaching his erhu bow to the side.

Zhang Tiedan lay motionless on the bed, still clutching half a steamed bun in his hand.

"Er Gou" (Second Dog).

Wang Dazhu slurped up a mouthful of noodles and mumbled a name.

"Don't you think we're famous now?"

Li Ergou didn't even raise his head.

"What a load of rubbish! We're just there to make up the numbers. Didn't you hear what the judges said? Our stuff is hardly up to par."

"no."

Wang Dazhu handed over the phone; the screen was covered in oil stains.

"Look what this person is saying."

"He said he wanted to become my apprentice and asked if I accepted students, offering 500 yuan per lesson."

Li Ergou's hand trembled, and super glue stuck to his hand.

"Take away the young master?"

"five hundred."

"Is this a scam?"

Li Ergou quickly came over.

That was the short video account that Wang Dazhu had just registered.

In the private message section, the red "99+" is flashing.

I just clicked on one at random.

[Professor Dazhu! I'm a student in the folk music department of the music academy. Your circular breathing technique just now was amazing! Could you please make a tutorial?]

Click on another one.

[Suona God! Please accept my bow! That shout just now literally ripped the top of my head off!]

Wang Dazhu was dumbfounded.

His dark face turned bright red.

"This...this is what city people call 'fans'?"

Li Ergou also took out his phone.

Good guy.

His private messages exploded.

They all praised his erhu playing as poignant and evocative.

Some people even asked him if he accepted funeral services, saying that their elderly relatives were dying and they wanted to order this service to send them off on their way.

"Tiedan! Wake up!"

Li Ergou kicked the bed leg.

"Arise and see God!"

Zhang Tiedan opened his eyes groggily.

"What's up? Is dinner ready?"

"What the hell are you talking about! We've become immortals!"

Li Ergou was so excited that he shoved his phone into Zhang Tiedan's face.

"See that? Netizens call us the 'Wedding and Funeral Team'!"

"Someone even drew a cartoon for us!"

That was a fan art piece.

In the painting, Wang Dazhu stands majestically holding a suona, with paper money flying everywhere behind him.

Li Ergou and Zhang Tiedan acted as his left and right protectors.

Xu Qing, dressed in white, stood in the middle.

He's incredibly handsome.

The three rural men looked at each other.

Suddenly he started laughing like an idiot.

As he laughed, Wang Dazhu wiped away a tear.

"Oh shit."

"If my dad knew I'd made something of myself, he'd definitely crawl out of the ground and have a couple of drinks."

……

Star Emperor Entertainment Building.

Top floor office.

"Splash—"

A crisp sound.

That priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase was reduced to a pile of shards on the ground.

Zhao Tai stood in front of his desk, his chest heaving violently.

He pulled his tie askew.

That face, which was usually well-maintained, was now terrifyingly distorted.

The public relations manager stood at the door, his legs trembling.

"Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao..."

"waste!"

Zhao Tai grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it against the wall.

A piece of plaster was smashed off the wall.

"I spent fifty million!"

"Fifty million!"

"They bribed the judges, bribed the media, and even gave Zhang Ye so many votes!"

"And the result?"

"Being trampled underfoot and rubbed into the ground by a few country bumpkins playing suonas?"

The PR manager wiped away a cold sweat.

"Mr. Zhao, this...this falls under the category of force majeure."

"No one expected Xu Qing to pull something like this."

"The online public opinion is completely out of control now."

"The online trolls we hired just posted a smear campaign against Xu Qing, and they were immediately attacked by thousands of random people."

"besides……"

The manager hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Zhao Tai's eyes were bloodshot.

"What else? Tell me!"

"And... many of Zhang Ye's biggest fans who used to support him are now unfollowing him."

"The president of Zhang Ye's official fan club just posted on Weibo... saying that she's going to change her ID to 'Xu Qing's Red Veil'."

Zhao Tai felt his head buzzing.

This is an utter disgrace.

Zhao Tai has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and he's always the one manipulating others.

When have I ever been slapped in the face like this?

"Bring Zhang Ye here!"

Zhao Tai roared.

Five minutes later.

Zhang Ye pushed the door open and came in.

He wasn't much better off.

My eye makeup was smudged, my hair was a mess, and it was covered in scratches.

"Mr. Zhao..."

"Snapped!"

Zhao Tai raised his hand and slapped him hard across the face.

That slap was extremely hard.

Zhang Ye staggered from the blow, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

But he dared not utter a sound.

"Look at the state you're in!"

Zhao Tai pointed at Zhang Ye's nose.

"Weren't you usually quite arrogant?"

"Didn't you claim to be a leading figure of the new generation?"

"You let someone beat you down with a broken erhu?"

Zhang Ye covered his face, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"Mr. Zhao, this is not my fault."

"Xu Qing is a madman!"

"He cheated! Who has a legitimate suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) competition?"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Tai didn't want to hear any nonsense.

He walked to the French windows and looked at the night view outside.

His eyes were sinister.

"Xu Qing..."

"Since you don't want to live, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhao Tai turned around.

"Go check."

"Find out exactly where that 'little fish' is buried."

I refuse to believe it.

"How can a living person really leave without any trace?"

"As long as it's proven he's lying, that there was no such dead person at all."

"The higher he stands now, the harder he will fall."

……

at the same time.

A popular online influencer with the ID "Peeling King" is sitting in front of his computer, questioning the meaning of life.

He's a professional hater.

They take money and do things.

He just threw a water bottle on the spot and led the way in cursing the judges.

I originally thought this wave would allow me to establish a "genuine personality" persona and gain some fans.

When I got back, I checked the backend.

His private messages were all insults directed at him.

But the content of the insults confused him.

I'm not criticizing him for throwing the bottle.

Instead, they criticized his previous articles that smeared Xu Qing.

[You smear dog, didn't you say Xu Qing was faking poverty? She donated all her money!]

[Didn't you say Xu Qing was playing the victim? She was just being genuinely emotional!]

[If you ever dare to slander Xu Qing again, I'll skin you alive!]

Peeling King is a stubborn bastard.

The more you scold him, the more excited he gets.

He typed away on the keyboard and posted a new Weibo post.

[A bunch of brainless bandwagoners.]

[What Chinese aesthetics? That's just feudal superstition!]

[Who will be responsible if the children are frightened by the offering of paper money and red veils in the middle of the night?]

This kind of grotesque thing should be banned!

Click send.

Peeling King leaned back in his chair and lit a cigarette.

Waiting to see netizens break down.

One minute later.

Refresh the page.

Number of comments: 5000+.

The skin-peeling king was amused.

This popularity, this traffic, it's all money.

He opened the comments section.

The smile froze.

The top comment was a picture.

A screenshot of a famous music academy professor's Weibo post.

The professor wrote on Weibo:

I just watched the live performance of "囍" and was deeply moved.

[The arrangement is bold, and the theme is profound.]

Using the most festive instruments to express the most sorrowful core—this is a high level of artistic synesthesia.

I've already added this song to the list of required case studies for the composition department next semester.

[Furthermore, some marketing accounts that claim this is feudal superstition should probably get their brains checked out, or perhaps see an ophthalmologist.]

This is not over yet.

The second most popular comment was a repost by Mr. Gong, a national-level master of folk music.

The younger generation is truly formidable.

The suona is not just for weddings and funerals; it is the soul of the nation.

[Xu Qing, that child, has brought his soul back to his side.]

With the endorsement of these two bigwigs.

The Weibo post by the "exposé king" was utterly ridiculous.

The netizens below started mocking him.

[Hilarious! Are these marketing accounts teaching music academy professors how to do things?]

[Even Old Master Gong has spoken, who do you think you are?]

[Ban you? I think I'll ban your account first.]

[You seemed quite agitated when I threw the water bottle earlier, so why are you acting like this now? Are you schizophrenic?]

Peeling King's hands were trembling slightly.

Cigarette ash fell onto his crotch and burned a hole in it.

He hurriedly and frantically deleted the Weibo post.

But it was too late.

Screenshots are flying everywhere.

His inbox was completely flooded with messages.

It was all because of his decision to quit the internet.

As the skin-peeling king stared at the constantly fluctuating red numbers, he felt fear for the first time.

This Xu Qing...

What exactly is their background?

How come even a national treasure-level master like him has been brought up?

……

Genting Manor.

Xu Qing sat on the balcony of the guest room.

He was holding the repaired guitar in his hand.

The sea breeze blows in.

It's a bit chilly.

But his heart was warm.

The cold, mechanical voice kept playing in my mind.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host! Your reputation points have exceeded 100 million!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained the achievement "Reviver of Folk Music".]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the achievement "The entire internet broke down in tears".]

[Current reputation points can be exchanged for the next stage of god-tier items.]

[Redeem or not?]

Xu Qing ignored the system's prompts.

He looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon is very round today.

It's also very bright.

The light shimmered on the sea surface.

"Little fish."

Xu Qing called out softly.

He plucked a string with his fingers.

It made a soft "clang" sound.

"Did you hear that?"

"That suona was played for you."

"Although there was no sedan chair carried by eight men."

"There was no grand wedding procession."

"But today, 80 million people have come to our wedding."