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

"My memories are filled with romantic fantasies."

"That cassette tape holds the secrets of the past."

"Once it's played, it will bring you back to the scene."

Xu Qing's voice grew softer and softer.

It's as if he really went back to three years ago.

We returned to that dilapidated basement.

It's like going back to that time when you could only survive on instant noodles, yet felt like you had the whole world.

The live stream chat took a strange turn at that moment.

All the rational and technical comments that were originally there have disappeared.

Instead, there were countless true stories so real they made you want to die.

"Sweetie, Mommy went to get plastic surgery. Mommy will be different when I come back."

How am I supposed to recognize you?

[Whoever Dad tells you to call Mom, that's me.]

When this comment appeared, the screen went blank for five seconds.

This is a story about death and lies.

Then, another comment appeared.

【Lily.】

Today, the kindergarten assigned homework about my parents and me.

My daughter asked me what I look like.

I don't quite remember what you looked like.

Like an angel opening its arms to me in a golden wheat field.

A naive and innocent smile, a holy radiance.

Wait for me. I'll come and be with you after our daughter gets a job.

My family has started introducing me to potential partners these past few years.

Hehe, but I love you, even if it's just a monument.

I love it too.

On-site at the Olympic Sports Center.

Someone let out a suppressed sob.

Then, the cries joined together.

The stadium, which could hold 50,000 people, was transformed into a sea of ​​tears.

A fat man sitting in the front row was crying so hard that his whole body was convulsing.

He cried while wiping his nose.

He remembered his first love, who had disappeared in the fire while trying to save him.

"I can't go on, what about the student counselor?"

"Turn this song off, I can't stand it anymore."

"Xu Qing, you bastard, you owe me for my tears."

In the audience, someone was shouting wildly.

But most people remained silent.

That kind of deathly silence.

Backstage lounge.

Ye Zhi Qiu leaned against the wall, and the bottle of premium mineral water in his hand fell to the ground.

He looked at Xu Qing on the screen.

He felt that his high notes were a joke.

He belted out a song on stage until his voice was hoarse, and the audience thought he was amazing.

Xu Qing was muttering to himself on stage, and the audience thought he was killing someone.

"This is not a competition."

Ye Zhi Qiu muttered to himself.

"This is a massacre."

He was utterly desperate.

He knew that after tonight, the music scene would only remember one name.

That's Xu Qing.

On stage, Xu Qing began to repeat the last verse of the lyrics.

"And then it cassettes out again and again."

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

He sang it once.

They sang it again.

His fingers strummed the guitar strings, the rhythm slowing down.

He seems to be stuck in a vicious cycle.

He can't get over this memory.

He didn't want to leave either.

Luo Qianyu looked at him on the stage, her heart aching as if it were about to break.

She knew that Xu Qing was punishing himself in this way.

It's also a form of punishment for her.

He was telling her: I will never forget the memories you gave me.

Even if those memories are fake.

Even if those memories are full of knives.

"Listen to it over and over again."

Xu Qing's voice was so low it seemed to sink into the dust.

The final guitar overtone rang out.

crisp.

Loneliness.

Then, everything froze.

Xu Qing remained in the position of pressing the strings, his head bowed low.

Sweat dripped down his nose and landed on the guitar's soundboard.

A full ten seconds passed.

The deathly silence was broken by a heart-wrenching cry.

"Xu Qing! You must take good care of yourself!"

It was the voice of a female fan.

Followed by.

The applause was deafening.

Fifty thousand people stood up at the same time.

The floor was shaking.

Ke Min, who was on the judges' panel, stood up and clapped her hands frantically.

Luo Qianyu also stood up.

Her eyes behind the sunglasses were frighteningly red.

She looked at the man on the stage.

She wanted to rush over.

She wanted to tell the whole world that this man was hers.

But in the end, she just stood there and clapped her hands vigorously.

Backstage, Wang Dazhu and two others squatted on the ground, crying their eyes out.

"Brother Qing has suffered too much."

Wang Dazhu wiped away his tears.

"When he sings, I feel like his soul is about to fly away."

Li Ergou nodded.

"This kind of song isn't sung by humans, it's sung by fate."

Zhou Yan sat in the director's seat, watching the off-the-charts real-time data.

He didn't laugh.

He felt a chill down his back.

He originally intended to use Xu Qing.

But he now realizes that no one can manipulate someone like Xu Qing.

Xu Qing finally raised her head.

His eyes regained their usual calm.

Or rather, it was a stagnant, still calm.

He looked at the audience below the stage.

He did not bow.

He simply slung the guitar back over his shoulder.

He picked up the microphone.

"This song."

Xu Qing paused for a moment.

"Dedicated to all lovers who can't go back to the scene."

On the judges' panel.

Ke Min originally wanted to maintain her dignity as a judge, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even hold the microphone steady.

"I take back what I said before."

Ke Min's voice was amplified and carried throughout the entire venue.

"I once said that technique is a singer's weapon, but I was wrong."

"Xu Qing, you didn't use a weapon today, you're risking your life singing."

"In the face of your sincerity, all the high notes, trills, and arrangements become garbage, worthless."

After saying this, Ke Min recalled her first love that ended without a trace, and the person who also remembered that she didn't like cilantro.

The person sitting next to her, "Teacher Luo," was in an even worse situation.

Luo Qianyu dared not speak, fearing that she would completely collapse in front of the public if she did.

He raised his hand and gave Xu Qing a thumbs up.

Her hands were trembling, and her fingertips were turning bluish-white from the force she was exerting.

Xu Qing saw it.

He simply nodded slightly and then looked away.

This indifference made Luo Qianyu's heart ache even more, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart.

"Now, let's open the voting channel!"

The host's voice was choked with sobs, and he even forgot to read the names of the sponsors according to the script.

The numbers on the big screen started to jump.

That's a speed that the human eye can't perceive.

Ten million.

Thirty million.

Fifty million.

The numbers were changing so fast that the display screen was showing ghosting.

Backstage, the head of the technical department was yelling into the walkie-talkie.

"Expand capacity! Bring all the backup servers up to the top!"

"Hurry! The data usage is fifty times higher than usual!"

"It's over, server number three is down!"

"Forget about the server, keep the live stream going! If it drops, we're all fired!"