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

She clutched her hair, her face flushed.

That guitar... it really was a gift from her.

Back then, she felt so sorry for Xu Qing because his guitar was so bad that it couldn't even be tuned properly.

So she secretly ran home and rummaged through her father's collection room.

She didn't know anything about guitars, but she thought this one looked nice and the wood smelled good, so she just took it.

When I showed it to a knowledgeable friend, he said the instrument was extremely valuable, its lacquer so shiny it looked like a mirror, clearly a top-quality product.

If she were to give it directly to Xu Qing, given Xu Qing's stubborn personality, she would definitely suspect her identity and might even think she was being kept and refuse.

In order to protect Xu Qing's pitiful self-esteem.

Luo Qianyu did something that would give guitar collectors all over the world a heart attack.

She went to a hardware store and bought a dozen sandpapers.

That afternoon, she sat in the villa's garden, tears streaming down her face, heartbroken, while frantically rubbing coarse sandpaper against the priceless Brazilian rosewood.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Her fingertips were rubbed raw and red by the coarse sandpaper, with tiny beads of blood seeping out, but she was completely unaware.

He just kept repeating, "I'm sorry to have wronged you for the sake of love."

She painstakingly transformed a work of art guitar into a battle-damaged version that looked like it had been returned from the Iraq War.

To cover up the overly obvious brand logo near the sound hole, she even put on a small fish sticker that cost two yuan each.

Later, her father discovered that the guitar was missing. He checked the surveillance footage and saw her "destroying the evidence" in the garden. He was so angry that he almost disowned her.

Luo Qianyu still feels the pinch when she thinks about it now.

That was the most wasteful thing she had ever done in her life.

……

on the stage.

Xu Qing had no idea that things had gone completely upside down in the live stream.

He remained lost in his memories.

"After she sent me the violin, she even called me."

Xu Qing held her guitar, a nostalgic smile on her face.

She apologized to me, saying that the violin was too old and might not be in tune, and told me to make do with it.

"Actually, she doesn't understand."

Xu Qing gently plucked a string, producing a clear, resonant sound.

"Although this instrument looks worn out, the wood has fully developed its sound."

"The bass is a bit muddy, probably because it got damp."

"Looking back now, I think the instrument got damp from the snow after I played it in the snow in Central Park that winter."

In the live stream, the blogger known as "Old Wang" was going crazy.

[Old Wang: Muffled my foot! That's the unique sustain of Brazilian rosewood! That's the sound of money!]

[Old Wang: Brother, please, don't use one of those cheap picks that cost a few dozen yuan to scrape it! My heart is bleeding!]

[Old Wang: This isn't just "make do," it's like using a Rolls-Royce to haul coal!]

[Old Wang: That mark must be from sandpaper! Sandpaper on Brazilian rosewood?! I'm calling the police to arrest this spendthrift woman!]

Many audience members at the scene also saw the live comments.

The way everyone looked at Xu Qing changed.

From sympathy, it became extremely complex.

Does this guy even know what he's holding in his arms?

Ke Min had obviously also seen the tablet computer that her assistant had handed her.

The above content made even a seasoned superstar like her gasp in astonishment.

One million eight hundred thousand.

It was ground into scrap by sandpaper.

They even put a two-yuan sticker on it.

Ke Min raised her head and looked intently at Xu Qing.

His eyes were full of inquiry.

If that girl really was as Xu Qing described, a strange person who had to be completely covered up even when going out, a pitiful person who didn't even have money for medical treatment.

So what's the deal with this instrument?

This level of custom-made piano is not something that money can buy; it requires extremely high connections and social status.

"Xu Qing."

Ke Min interrupted Xu Qing's recollection.

Her voice was a little hoarse.

Have you ever thought about...?

"This instrument is probably much more valuable than you think?"

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment.

He looked down at the mottled paint on the guitar and the curled-up sticker.

"precious?"

Xu Qing shook her head, her expression serious.

"Of course it's valuable."

"She saved up and begged for it from a friend."

"She even had to clean her friend's house in exchange for this violin."

"In my heart, it is more precious than any famous violin."

Ke Min opened her mouth, but in the end, she swallowed the words that were about to come out.

She looked into Xu Qing's clear and determined eyes.

I can't bear it.

I really can't bear it.

Should we tell him the truth?

Tell him that your so-called "poor and destitute" girlfriend is actually a super-rich second-generation heiress who can destroy a house at will.

Tell him that all the touching moments you've experienced over the past three years are actually built on a huge lie.

Ke Min sighed.

Since that girl has "passed away," let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.

"you're right."

Ke Min put down the microphone, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It is truly priceless."

The images on the big screen flickered.

This time, a folder named "[Second Year: Distance]" appeared.

Ke Min took a deep breath.

She adjusted her posture, mentally preparing herself for the possibility of being stabbed.

The image of that 1.8 million yuan guitar was still lingering in her mind.

But looking at Xu Qing's pale yet composed face, she really couldn't bear to expose him.

Maybe this is what they mean by "fools have good fortune."

A long list of chat logs popped up on the screen.

Sudden change in painting style.

It's no longer the sweet, back-and-forth interaction we used to have.

The entire screen was filled with green dialog boxes.

That was a message sent by Xu Qing.

Xu Qing: [Good morning! The sun is shining in Linhai today. How about where you are?]

Xu Qing: [Remember to eat breakfast; don't take medicine on an empty stomach.]

Xu Qing: [I've finished writing today's update, what are you doing?]

Xu Qing: [Are you there?]

Xu Qing: [Are you asleep?]

Xu Qing: Goodnight.

The densely packed green bubbles resemble a one-man show.

The white bubble on the other side only appears once in a long while.

Sometimes it takes several hours.

Sometimes it even takes a day or two.

The replies have also become extremely brief.

Little Fish: [Just woke up.]

Little Fish: [Getting a shot.]

Little Fish: [So tired, going to sleep now.]

This visibly cold demeanor created a somber atmosphere.

Whispers began to circulate among the audience.

"What happened?"

"I feel like the woman has become distant."

"Is your condition worsening and you too weak to reply to messages?"

"It's heartbreaking to see. Xu Qing sent more than a dozen messages, and she only replied with two words."

Xu Qing's eyes darkened as she looked at the screen filled with green bubbles.

His fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the microphone.

That year was the year her condition deteriorated the most.

Xu Qing's voice was somewhat low.

"She told me that she was mostly asleep."

"Sometimes when I'm awake, I'm undergoing all sorts of tests and treatments."

"The doctor told her not to use her phone too much, saying that the radiation is bad for her brain nerves."

"So it often takes her a long time to see the messages I send."