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

The night before the finals.

Luo Qianyu is having trouble sleeping.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and finally got up and ran to Xu Qing's room.

The door wasn't locked.

A crack was left.

A faint light shone from inside.

Luo Qianyu gently pushed open the door.

I saw Xu Qing sitting at his desk, holding that old guitar in his hand.

Xu Qing is wiping the zither.

The movements were slow and gentle.

It's like stroking a lover's face.

Luo Qianyu stood at the door, watching this scene, and a strange sense of panic suddenly welled up in her heart.

This feeling is strange.

Xu Qing was right in front of him.

The finals are tomorrow!

Everything was clearly moving in a positive direction.

But that's just how she felt.

It seems Xu Qing is about to leave.

We're going to a very far place.

So far away that she could no longer grasp it.

"Xu Qing."

Luo Qianyu cried out.

Xu Qing paused and turned her head.

Upon seeing that it was her, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Luo Qianyu walked over and hugged him from behind.

Press your face against his back.

I could hear his heartbeat through the thin nightgown.

"I can't sleep."

"I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?" Xu Qing put down the violin cloth and placed his hand on hers.

"I'm afraid all of this is just a dream."

Luo Qianyu's voice was muffled.

"I'm afraid that when I wake up, you'll be gone again."

Xu Qing remained silent for a while.

Then he turned around and pulled her into his arms.

His chin rested on the top of her head.

I could smell the faint scent of gardenias in her hair.

"fool."

"I'm right here."

"I'm not going anywhere."

He is lying.

Because if I don't say it like that, this girl definitely won't be able to sleep tonight.

Luo Qianyu snuggled against him.

Like a comforted kitten.

"Xu Qing."

"Um?"

"Let's go home after the game tomorrow."

"Go back where?"

"Let's go back to our home."

Luo Qianyu raised her head, her eyes bright.

I want to eat your braised pork.

Xu Qing looked at her.

Looked for a long time.

It went on for so long that Luo Qianyu started to feel a little embarrassed.

He nodded slightly.

"it is good."

"I'll make it for you whenever you want to eat it."

……

The final night of "Rising Star".

This night is destined to be recorded in history.

The viewership rating exceeded 10, and the number of online viewers surpassed 200 million.

The entire entertainment industry in China is paying attention to this match.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely enthusiastic.

The stage was extremely luxurious.

They used thousands of lighting devices, holographic projection, and even a small artificial waterfall.

Ye Zhi Qiu, as one of the favorites to win the championship (although she didn't face Xu Qing and even won against the favorites), was the first to appear.

He really went all out this time.

They brought more than twenty backup dancers and an entire symphony orchestra.

He sang an extremely grand song called "The Return of the King".

He hit a high C and even added a coloratura.

The stage effects were amazing.

Flames shot into the sky, and fireworks went off in a chaotic display.

At the end, the entire audience erupted in applause.

Ye Zhi Qiu was panting heavily, a confident smile on his face.

He felt confident this time.

This grand spectacle, this audiovisual feast, is what the finals should look like.

Next.

It was Xu Qing's turn.

The host's voice trembled slightly.

"Now, please welcome our last contestant for tonight."

"Xu Qing!"

The lights in the entire venue suddenly went out.

in the dark.

There were no backup dancers.

There was no band.

There are no fancy special effects.

There was only a single, very simple spotlight shining on the center of the stage.

There was a high stool there.

Next to the stool stood a microphone stand.

Xu Qing came out.

He was still wearing that white shirt.

A very ordinary white shirt.

The cuffs were rolled up, revealing a section of the wrist.

He was holding the old guitar with a clownfish sticker on it.

He walked over quietly.

Sitting on a high stool.

I adjusted the microphone height.

then.

He smiled at the audience.

That smile was so clean.

Just like three years ago, he smiled at the girl who had wrapped herself up like a dumpling on that snowy street.

Without a single impurity.

There was not a trace of lingering attachment.

On the judges' panel.

Luo Qianyu's heart suddenly contracted.

That feeling of unease reached its peak at that moment.

Why?

Why does he look...so much like he's saying goodbye?

Xu Qing plucked the strings of the zither.

"when--"

The crisp sound traveled throughout the entire Olympic Sports Center through the top-notch audio equipment.

The audience, who had just been agitated by Ye Zhi Qiu's bombardment of performances, suddenly felt a sense of clarity in their ears.

It's like someone suddenly popping a mint into your mouth right after you've finished eating hot pot on a hot summer day.

It's refreshingly cool.

Xu Qing sat on a high stool, her long, faded legs casually resting on the stool's crossbar.

He wasn't looking at the camera.

I didn't even look at that huge teleprompter.

He just looked down at the old guitar in his hand, which had a clownfish sticker on it.

Gently flick your fingers.

The intro is very short.

It was so short that before anyone could even process what kind of music it was, Xu Qing had already started singing.

Love is like a light rain.

"Drip drip drip drip."

"Drips into my memories."

The moment the sound came out.

The entire audience of 50,000 people seemed to have been put on pause.

There were no heart-wrenching high notes.

There was no angry roar.

There wasn't even that deliberate attempt to create a sense of deep affection.

It's like he's speaking right in your ear.

His voice had a slightly hoarse quality, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and a grainy quality, as if it had been smoked by tobacco.

Very relaxed.

It felt so relaxed, not like participating in a life-or-death final, but more like humming a little tune to your loved one on your own balcony.

Backstage.

Zhou Yan, who was originally ready to watch the joke, almost dropped his thermos.

He stared wide-eyed at the monitor.

How is that possible?

This narrative singing style is usually a dead end on the competitive stage.

Because it wasn't fried enough.

Not exciting enough.

But why?

Why did he get goosebumps listening to it?

The feeling was as if someone had taken a feather and gently scratched his heart, which had long been blackened by fame and fortune.

It's a little itchy.

It's also a bit sour.

On stage, Xu Qing closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

That was a genuine laugh.

It wasn't performed for stage effect.

Love is like a journey.

"Stop and go, stop and go."

"I suddenly met you."

"Their footprints have stopped."

The imagery is so vivid.

It's just a few simple lyrics, but everyone automatically conjures up a movie in their mind.

Some people recalled the profile they saw while waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

Some people remembered the figure who always sat by the window in the library.

Some people also recalled the embarrassing moment when they had to take shelter under the eaves on a rainy day because they didn't have an umbrella.

On the judges' panel.

Teacher Luo, who always wore sunglasses and acted aloof, suddenly trembled with a jolt.