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

The following section will unfold based on a special event, a sequel to Xu Qing's story in another timeline.

This part is unrelated to the main storyline; consider it a side story.

There will be a lot of illogical things coming up, so please save your brain here for now.

Don't use your brain when watching.

The main text begins.

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The stage lights were not completely off yet.

The last note of "Fingerprint" trembled in the air.

The audience below the stage was still immersed in the emotions of being polished by sandpaper, and was preparing to blow the roof off with applause.

however.

Xu Qing did not stop.

His fingers slid across the fingerboard.

He quickly pushed the capo to the fourth fret with one hand.

There was no pause.

There wasn't even any adjustment in breathing.

The Brazilian rosewood guitar, worth a house, resonated once again.

The soundbox resonates.

It emitted a series of exquisitely beautiful arpeggios.

The host, who was just about to go on stage, abruptly stopped in his tracks.

I almost tripped and fell flat on my face.

What's going on?

Why are there still more?

On the judges' panel.

Ke Min's eyes widened suddenly.

She's also involved in music.

This is not a sequel to "Fingerprint" at all.

This is a completely different song.

The mode has changed.

My mood has changed too.

If the song "Fingerprint" we just heard represents the regrets of modern cities...

Now, as these notes are played...

It's like pulling people back to an ancient era when travel was slow and one could only love one person in a lifetime.

desolate.

broken.

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

He couldn't see the glow sticks waving in the audience.

He couldn't see Wang Gang's almost splitting mouth in the control room either.

He can only see Dali from three years ago.

The little fish was still around then.

Even though it's just through a screen.

Xu Qing opened his mouth.

That unique, deathly voice carried throughout the venue through the microphone.

As dusk falls and I gaze at the setting sun, I vaguely recall your face.

"After all, reminiscing inevitably brings sadness, and we can only sigh at those good times we had."

The moment the lyrics came out.

The entire audience got goosebumps.

The live stream chat exploded.

Holy crap! Seamless transition?!

Is this guy treating the talent show like his personal concert?

Is this your last act of madness before you withdraw from the competition?

[These words... something doesn't feel right to me, they make me want to cry.]

Musical instrument blogger "Lao Wang" has jumped out again.

[Old Wang: Shut up, everyone! This is Brazilian rosewood! Listen to that low-frequency extension! That strumming is the sound of RMB shattering!]

Xu Qing couldn't hear any of this.

He was completely immersed in his own world.

"The night is still young, the stars fall into my eyes, I pick up a piece of soft light."

"A gentle breeze stirs the candlelight, a solitary dance goes unappreciated, petals drift in the wind."

He remembered the girl who always needed him to send voice messages to lull her to sleep.

She said it was always noisy on her end, and she could only fall asleep when she heard his voice.

He only found out later.

That's because she was in the ICU.

All around were the beeping sounds of instruments.

"I want to store away the past and weave a beautiful dream."

"Perhaps fantasies will only lead to more pain in the end, so what if there's no one to share the false joy?"

Xu Qing's fingers gripped the strings heavily.

The fingertips turned white from excessive force.

He is weaving dreams.

In that book, he gave the protagonist a happy ending.

But reality slapped him in the face.

The so-called "brother" told him that Xiaoyu didn't want to see him because she had become ugly.

Because of that damn disease.

"You were once my frontier, shielding me from all my sorrows."

"The west wind has withered the departed, and now love has banished them, trapping them in the center of tears."

The high notes suddenly soared.

There was no warning whatsoever.

There was no embellishment or skill involved.

It's just a pure emotional outpouring.

The sheer, piercing power pushed the power of the sound system at the venue to its limit.

Ke Min covered her mouth.

Tears welled up again, uncontrollably.

She understood.

This is not singing.

This is a ritual to summon the spirit.

Xu Qing is using this song to commemorate her deceased lover.

"Ah ah (gently loosening her clothes, swallowing tears, and putting on a smiling face)"

"Ah (waiting for you to go in military uniform and roar through the vicissitudes of life)"

There was no backing vocals.

Xu Qing completed all the vocal parts by himself.

A near-roaring chant came from his throat.

That was a lament of utter despair.

The audience was stunned.

They had never seen this kind of singing before.

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

This is clearly a lone wolf that has lost its mate, howling at the moon.

"Ah (the past can never be stopped flowing)"

"Ah (Let's fly on our swords)"

"Ah (perhaps this sadness will fly away)"

Backstage lounge.

The other contestants looked ashen-faced.

Zhang Ye even crushed the mineral water bottle in his hand.

Water spilled all over his crotch.

It looks like he urinated.

But he didn't bother wiping it off at all.

He looked at Xu Qing on the screen, his eyes filled with fear.

How can you compare these?

How can you even compare?

Others sing with their lives on the line, he sings with his face on the line.

They're not even on the same level.

As dusk falls, I watch the setting sun on the horizon; the night is not yet over, and the Milky Way flows alone.

"What good is the sky if you're not by my side?"

This is a lyric.

It touched the hearts of countless people.

Yes.

What's the point of winning the game?

So what if we won the championship?

So what if you become a top star?

That person is gone.

All this prosperity is but a fleeting illusion.

Xu Qing's voice lowered.

With a deep weariness.

"The ship will be kept in solitude as it passes the airport, and the frost in the wilderness will fall like tears."

"Ah (who has brought down my sun)?"

"Ah (it looks like you)."

"Ah (takes away all my light)"

That was his sun.

It finally fell completely that winter three years ago.

From then on.

His world consists only of the polar night.

Xu Qing raised her head.

The light shone on his face.

Pale white.

There wasn't a trace of blood in it.

"Sailing far away cannot overcome hesitation, and exile cannot overcome desolation."

"Ah (I want to dive into the ocean of memories)"

"Ah (searching for your image)"

"Ah (you are my paradise)"

The last sentence.

Xu Qing sang very softly.

It was as light as a sigh.

"You are my paradise."

The music stopped abruptly.

There was no extra coda.

Just like that girl's life.

It was cut off cleanly and completely.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

A full five seconds passed.

I don't know who clapped first.

Followed by.

The applause erupted like thunder.

It even drowned out the cheers that followed the end of "Fingerprint".

Everyone stood up.

This includes the three teachers on the judging panel.

This is an instinctive form of respect.

Respect for the strong.

It is also a respect for deep affection.

The host seized the opportunity and rushed onto the stage with the microphone.

He has to capitalize on this trend.

"This is absolutely stunning!"

"Xu Qing! What's the name of this song? Did you write it too?"

"I'm sure our viewers have a lot of questions for you!"

The host handed over the microphone.

His eyes were full of anticipation.

If Xu Qing says a few more words, the ratings will jump even higher.

however.

Xu Qing did not answer the microphone.

He didn't even glance at the host.

He just lowered his head.

He carefully carried the guitar on his back.

The movements were as gentle as if he were carrying a sleeping child on his back.

"It's too stuffy here."

Xu Qing's voice was very soft.

But on the quiet stage, it appeared exceptionally clear.

The host was taken aback for a moment.

"Stuffy? Then we'll have someone turn on the air conditioning..."

"No."

Xu Qing interrupted him.

He lifted his foot and walked to the side.

They didn't take the main road leading to the backstage lounge.

Instead, they walked into a dark passageway on the side of the stage.

"Hey? Xu Qing! Where are you going?"

The host got anxious.

This is still being streamed live!

Xu Qing did not turn around.

Only a desolate figure remained.

"Let it get some fresh air."