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

That's all.

The captain put down the letter.

I then realized my hands were covered in cold sweat.

This is hardly a nautical chart.

This is a death notice.

Xu Qing had already made preparations.

He thought the little fish was waiting for him in a world without night, or in a world of eternal night.

He couldn't find his way.

So he wrote this poem.

Use it as a map.

He was going to commit suicide for love.

Go to that world to find her.

……

hospital.

The corridor outside the emergency room.

Luo Qianyu sat on the bench.

He was holding the phone that had long since run out of battery and shut down.

next to.

The richest man in China, Luo Tianxiong, was roaring into the phone.

"I want that expert too!"

"No matter what country he's from!"

"How much? You're asking me how much?"

"Would buying the entire hospital be enough?"

"I want to live a fulfilling youth life!"

"If he dies, your research institute won't receive a single penny of your sponsorship next year!"

I hung up the phone.

Luo Tianxiong looked at his daughter, who sat there like a statue.

My heart aches so much.

He took off his Tang suit jacket.

It was draped over Luo Qianyu's body.

"Daughter."

"Have some water."

"Those are the best doctors in the world, they can definitely save him."

Luo Qianyu didn't move.

He didn't say anything.

Just then.

On the television at the end of the corridor.

They are broadcasting footage from the police station.

The captain's voice came from the television.

Reciting the poem "Navigation Chart".

"My little fish, where are you going? I've already set off."

Hearing that last sentence.

Luo Qianyu's body trembled violently.

She looked up.

He stared intently at the yellowed letter on the screen.

Tears.

The dam broke without warning.

"fool……"

"You big idiot..."

Luo Qianyu cried and cursed.

"Who let you set off?"

"Who gave you permission to leave?"

"I'm right here!"

"I'm right here beside you!"

She wanted to stand up and touch the screen.

But his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

She lay on the cold tiles.

Fingernails dug into the cracks in the ground.

"Come back..."

"I'm not playing hide-and-seek anymore."

"Don't go looking for that fake little fish."

"It's really here..."

"It's really here!"

……

That night.

Sleepless nights are inevitable.

CCTV News Channel interrupted its broadcast with an emergency news report.

It did not use a broadcasting tone.

The host was wearing a black suit.

His expression was solemn.

"Tonight, we witnessed a tragedy."

"A talented singer who used his life to demonstrate what it means to be 'devoted to each other even in death'."

"This poem, 'Nautical Chart,' is perhaps the most poignant love letter of our time."

"It wasn't written on paper."

"It is a signpost etched into the soul."

"In this era of rampant fast-food love, Xu Qing showed us that there is another kind of love that can transcend life and death and ignore time."

"Regardless of the outcome of the rescue."

"Xu Qing, we've already won."

"He won the whole world."

But they lost to fate.

online.

The poem was shared over 300 million times in just ten minutes.

Numerous netizens left comments below.

The first time I read it, it felt sentimental; the second time, it was heartbreaking; the third time… I was crying so hard I could barely see the screen.

He genuinely believed that Xiaoyu was waiting for him.

He was afraid that Xiaoyu would be lonely in that world, afraid that she wouldn't be able to find her way, so he rushed to be with her.

[That agent, Sister Hong, who lied to him, and that damn Xinghuang Entertainment, do you guys sleep at night?]

This is murder! This is blatant psychological murder!

If he hadn't been told it was fake, if he hadn't been given that false hope, perhaps he would still be alive.

……

The red light in the operating room.

It has been lit for five hours already.

Four o'clock in the morning.

It's almost dawn.

The darkness before dawn is the deepest.

The operating room door.

It's finally open.

The old foreign man who had won the Nobel Prize came out.

Take off your mask.

He looked exhausted.

He glanced at Luo Tianxiong, whose eyes were full of hope.

She glanced again at Luo Qianyu, who was lying on the ground, unable to cry anymore.

shook his head.

He uttered three words in broken Chinese.

"sorry."

These three words.

It's even more somber than the poem we just read.

Luo Tianxiong swayed.

I almost fell over.

The bodyguard behind him quickly helped him up.

"They...they couldn't save him?"

Luo Tianxiong refused to give up.

"I'm rich! I can get this kid the best organs! Heart? Liver? I can buy them all!"

The foreigner sighed.

"Mr. Luo."

"Medicine has its limits."

"and……"

The foreigner pointed to his heart.

"The patient's will to live is very weak."

"Or rather."

"Not at all."

"His heart rate dropped while we were stitching him up."

"No matter how many injections you give, it's useless."

"He wants to leave."

"Even God couldn't keep it."

Luo Qianyu understood.

She slowly got up from the ground.

She didn't cry.

There was no commotion.

She straightened her dirty nightgown.

Tuck your hair behind your ears.

Bare feet.

Step by step, I walked into the operating room.

It's very cold inside.

On the operating table.

It was covered with a white cloth.

Luo Qianyu walked over.

Lift a corner of the white cloth.

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

His face was as pale as paper.

A slight smile played on his lips.

That was a smile of liberation.

It was also a happy smile.

He no longer had to wander alone with his guitar.

He can finally go see his little fish.

Although the little fish was fake.

But that love.

it is true.

Luo Qianyu bent down.

I kissed his cold forehead.

"Xu Qing."

"We've arrived over there."

"If you see that fake little fish."

"Slap her for me."

Tell her.

"She stole the happiness that should have been mine."

Luo Qianyu's voice was very soft.

"besides."

"Don't walk too fast."

"Wait for me."

"this time."

"I'm sure I won't be late."

……

the next day.

Front page headlines.

Xu Qing, the champion of "The Rising Star", died despite all efforts to save him.

He was only twenty-four years old.

Star Emperor Entertainment's stock price plummeted, hitting the daily limit down.

The agent, Sister Hong, was taken away by the police for investigation.

Director Wang Gang resigned to take responsibility.

Ke Min, the once arrogant judge, posted a black and white photo on Weibo.

The caption only had four words:

Tragedy is eternal.

In the cemetery of Binhai City.

There's a new grave.

There was no photo on the tombstone.

It only has one line of text engraved on it.

【herring.】

That's his pen name.

It is also a combination of his and her names.

before the tomb.

There was that priceless Bourgeois guitar lying there.

And that iron box filled with honor and suffering.

The wind blew by.

The guitar strings vibrated slightly.

It sounded like someone was chanting softly.

"My little fish, you're awake..."

"Do you still recognize the morning...?"