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

Luo Qianyu almost burst into tears again.

The old town of Binhai City three years ago.

It was a light rain like this.

In her haste to avoid paparazzi and to meet the author she had arranged to see, she ran into a dead end.

At that time, she had just debuted and was not as famous as she is now, but she was already somewhat well-known.

She was wearing a mask, her hat pulled low, and her clothes were soaked through by the rain.

He looked as disheveled as a drowned rat.

Just as she was shivering with cold, thinking she would have to spend the whole night hiding in that garbage-smelling alley.

A dilapidated iron gate opened.

A boy wearing a faded T-shirt and with messy hair walked out.

She was carrying a basin of freshly washed clothes.

That was the first time I met Xu Qing.

He was taken aback when he saw a strange woman squatting by the door.

I didn't ask who she was.

He simply put the basin of clothes back inside.

Then he took out an umbrella.

It was a tattered umbrella with the logo of a certain men's health hospital printed on it, and one of the ribs was broken.

He handed her the umbrella.

He said, "It's raining quite heavily, don't get soaked."

That was the most beautiful voice Luo Qianyu had ever heard in her life.

It sounded better than any praise at an awards ceremony.

"Do you still not really like cilantro?"

"It hasn't been changed to this day."

Xu Qing's voice continued to come through.

It carried a sense of indulgent helplessness.

A soft laugh suddenly broke out in the room.

These lyrics are so down-to-earth.

Who would have thought that on such a high-class stage as the finals, we would hear something like "cilantro"?

But as they laughed, everyone's eyes welled up with tears.

Because it's so real.

It's so real it's heartbreaking.

Is the person who remembered you don't eat cilantro still by your side?

Luo Qianyu sniffed from below the stage.

She really doesn't eat cilantro.

In the past, whenever she went out to eat beef noodles, Xu Qing would patiently pick out the cilantro from her bowl bit by bit.

While picking through the vegetables, she kept muttering that cilantro is the king of vegetables and that not eating it shows a lack of taste.

But the next time he eats it, he will still be the first to pick out the cilantro.

"Those Converse shoelaces that used to be my favorite."

"But now it can't be solved."

The camera gave Xu Qing a close-up.

He looked down at his toes.

There, she was wearing a brand new pair of leather shoes.

It was specially prepared for him by the housekeeper, Lao Zhang, who said that he should dress presentably for the finals.

But there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

The chat in the live stream went crazy.

Just moments ago, everyone was discussing how amazing Ye Zhi Qiu's high notes were, but now they've all shut up.

Instead, the screen was filled with exclamation marks and crying faces.

This song is addictive! Why do I feel like crying while listening to it?

Waaah, I remembered my ex-boyfriend. He also remembered that I don't eat onions.

This is the pinnacle of folk music! All techniques and high notes pale in comparison to the story!

[I declare this song legendary! It makes me want to fall in love!]

[Don't even think about it, upstairs. What's so great about dating? In the end, you'll just end up crying your eyes out.]

Backstage lounge.

Ye Zhi Qiu stared at Xu Qing on the screen, his face ashen.

He lost.

Although the scores haven't been released yet, he knows he's lost.

He sang so energetically, using so many techniques, he almost strained his voice.

The audience's reaction to him was one of shock.

It's the kind of breathtaking experience you get watching, like watching an acrobatic performance.

But now.

Xu Qing simply sat there and quietly told a story.

The audience's reaction to him was heartfelt.

It's the kind of resonance that strikes even the soul.

"It nourishes things silently."

Ye Zhi Qiu murmured this line of poetry to himself.

He didn't understand before.

Now he understands.

The highest level of skill is having no skill at all.

Ke Min, sitting on the judges' panel, had already dropped her pen to the ground.

She was completely unaware.

She just stared blankly at the man on the stage.

As a veteran who has been in this industry for decades, she has heard far too many so-called "divine songs".

But no song can compare to this one.

They captured the most subtle, trivial, yet unforgettable details between lovers so accurately.

"That cassette tape, again and again."

"It's stuck on the cassette tape again."

"But I'll still listen to it again and again and again."

Xu Qing's fingers slid rapidly across the strings.

The rhythm suddenly became lighter and faster.

It's like a stuck cassette tape that's finally been straightened out.

It's like a relationship that was put on pause, finally about to start spinning again.

The entire audience numbered 50,000.

No one organized it.

There was no one to take the lead.

Everyone spontaneously raised their glow sticks.

Or perhaps the phone's flashlight was turned on.

A vast sea of ​​stars slowly lit up inside the stadium.

Swaying gently to the sound of Xu Qing's guitar.

That atmosphere.

So gentle it's almost unbearable.

The number of viewers in the live stream is still soaring.

Two hundred and ten million.

Two hundred and twenty million.

The servers are all screaming in despair.

Just when everyone was immersed in this sweet yet bittersweet atmosphere of love.

A comment suddenly appeared at the top of the screen.

That was a very long comment.

It was also a very jarring comment.

Listening to this song reminded me of my friend.

Two years ago, her boyfriend died in a car accident.

She cried her heart out, saying she couldn't live without him, and then on the seventh day after his death, she committed suicide by cutting her wrists.

We all felt that even though the man was gone, he had a girl who loved him so much, and that made it all worthwhile.

But just weeks after they both passed away.

While sorting through the man's belongings, the police recovered his phone's chat history.

We just found out.

That night, the man was driving to a neighboring city to meet his mistress when he was involved in a car accident.

This comment appeared.

The barrage of comments that were originally filled with "So sweet" and "Please get back together" suddenly became empty.

Followed by.

Blasted.

Holy crap! What kind of human suffering is this?!

That girl is so stupid! She'd die for such a scumbag?!

[My fists are clenched from watching! This guy deserves to die a thousand times over!]

How could he bear to have an affair when the girl loved him so much?

Is this a real-life version of "murderer and lover"? How ironic.

[No! Shut up! I was just getting emotional, and you pull this on me!]

Although Xu Qing couldn't see the comments.

But that sadness seems to have a certain contagious quality.

Following the network cable and the signal, I arrived at the scene.

Xu Qing's guitar playing continued.

The interlude is very long.

It lasted a full thirty seconds.

He didn't sing during those thirty seconds.

He just kept his head down, playing that melody over and over again.

His expression was calm.

But beneath that calm, something seemed to be suppressing, about to burst forth.

Luo Qianyu looked at that comment and felt as if her heart had been squeezed tightly.

The pain was so intense she couldn't breathe.

That girl committed suicide for the sake of that scumbag boyfriend.

And what about Xu Qing?

He almost lost his life because of a conman who faked his death.

in case.

If that day on the rooftop wasn't a dream.

If Xu Qing really jumped.

Then Luo Qianyu, in this life, the next life, and in every lifetime, will be that murderer.

Yesterday's love can never be recovered.

"Yet it still lingers in my heart."

"Yet it still lingers in my heart."

Xu Qing spoke again.

This time.

His voice trembled slightly.

That was a sob that had been suppressed with great effort.

He raised his head.

His gaze pierced through the dazzling sea of ​​stars and landed precisely on Luo Qianyu.

That look in his eyes.

It's extremely complicated.

with love.

There is resentment.

There is resentment.

More than anything, it's the relief of regaining what was lost.

"Both the murderer and his lover liked to go back to the scene afterward to take a look."