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

Ye Zhi Qiu shook his head and waved a finger in front of him.

"At best, he's just a poet with a broken voice who only knows how to whine without cause."

"Trying to hit high notes with me? You're not even worthy to carry my shoes."

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Wang Dazhu and the other two were so angry that they were trembling all over. Li Ergou even wanted to rush up and fight to the death, but Zhang Tiedan held him back tightly.

Everyone was looking at Xu Qing.

We await his response.

anger?

roar?

Or should I turn around and leave?

Xu Qing did nothing.

He simply spat the gum from his mouth onto the floor near Zhou Yan's feet.

"Smack."

The white chewing gum stuck to the clean floor was particularly eye-catching.

Zhou Yan's face instantly darkened.

"you……"

Xu Qing ignored him.

He walked straight to the trash can.

Bend over.

Reach out.

He picked up the suona, which had been somewhat deformed from being smashed.

That was Wang Dazhu's lifeline.

He was his old friend who had been bragging about weddings and funerals in the countryside for decades.

The pole was polished to a shine from being touched, and it was wrapped with black tape, making it look rustic and even a bit dirty.

But in Xu Qing's eyes, this thing was much more valuable than the necklace worth tens of thousands of yuan around Ye Zhi Qiu's neck.

Xu Qing took a tissue out of her pocket.

He carefully wiped away the dust from the suona, bit by bit.

The movements were slow and gentle.

It's like polishing a peerless sword.

Zhou Yan watched his movements, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Xu Qing, I'm talking to you!"

"What kind of attitude is that?"

"And this junk, throw it away right now! It reeks of death, it's bad luck!"

Zhou Yan raised his foot, as if to kick the suona in Xu Qing's hand.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Before Zhou Yan's foot even touched the suona, he stumbled back several steps and almost fell on his backside.

Xu Qing raised her head.

Those eyes, which were always half-open and half-closed as if they were still half-asleep, were now frighteningly cold.

There was no emotion whatsoever.

It's like looking at a dead person.

"Who gave you the guts?"

Xu Qing's voice was soft, hoarse, and calm.

"You dare touch my people?"

Zhou Yan was stunned.

He was frightened by that look in his eyes.

What a look that was!

Empty and lifeless, yet it harbors a madness that could tear a person apart at any moment.

He recalled the rumors circulating in the industry about Xu Qing.

Mental illness.

madman.

Don't die.

Zhou Yan swallowed hard, forcing himself to try and get back at them.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you, I'm the director now! I'm in charge here!"

"If you dare to lay a hand on someone, I'll kick you out of the show immediately!"

Xu Qing ignored him.

He handed the cleaned suona to Wang Dazhu.

Wang Dazhu stared blankly at him, his eyes red-rimmed, at a loss for what to do.

"Brother...I..."

"Take it."

Xu Qing shoved the suona into his hand.

Then he turned around and looked at Zhou Yan and Ye Zhi Qiu.

"Who just said this was noise?"

Zhou Yan straightened his collar and sneered, "Isn't that right?"

"These things used in rural funerals are unpleasant to hear and have no aesthetic appeal whatsoever."

"Only country bumpkins like you who have never seen the world would consider this a treasure."

"To hear such a sound on this stage is an insult to music!"

Xu Qing nodded.

"it is good."

"Then let me show you what insult really means."

He turned to look at Wang Dazhu.

"Big Pillar".

"Hey! Brother!" Wang Dazhu instinctively stood at attention.

Have you had breakfast?

"I ate...I ate! I ate four steamed buns!"

"Do you have the strength?"

"have!"

"OK."

Xu Qing pointed to Zhou Yan's ear.

"Blow it into his ear."

"Use all your strength."

"Play the climax of 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'."

"Let him know what a rogue instrument is, and what the king of instruments is."

Wang Dazhu was dumbfounded.

"Brother... this... this isn't quite right, is it?"

"That's the director..."

"blow!"

Xu Qing only had one word.

The tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Wang Dazhu glanced at Xu Qing, then at Zhou Yan, who had an arrogant expression.

The pent-up resentment and anger welled up inside me instantly.

Screw the director!

To hell with capitalism!

What's wrong with us playing the suona? Did we eat your rice?

Wang Dazhu took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out like a toad.

He stuffed the suona mouthpiece into his mouth.

For peritonitis.

"Beep—!!!"

A sharp, high-pitched, and extremely penetrating sound suddenly rang out in the rehearsal room without warning.

The sound was too loud.

That's too much.

It felt like a sharp knife piercing straight into my eardrum.

Without any build-up or transition, it starts with the highest note.

Zhou Yan was the closest.

In that instant, he felt as if the sound had shattered his brain.

A buzzing sound came from my ear, followed by a sharp pain.

"ah!!!"

Zhou Yan screamed in agony, covered his ears, and squatted on the ground, his face contorted in pain.

Ye Zhi Qiu, who was standing next to him, was also startled and retreated repeatedly. The arrogant expression on his face instantly collapsed and turned into fear.

The suona horn continued to sound.

Wang Dazhu seemed to be blowing out all the grievances he had ever suffered in his life.

The voice was high-pitched and resonant, soaring straight into the sky.

The windows of the entire rehearsal room were shaking.

What high-pitched demon king?

What High C?

In front of the suona, this "musical instrument hooligan," they are all inferior!