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

The vast Olympic Sports Center was as quiet as a giant tomb at this moment.

The breathing of 50,000 people was suppressed to a minimum.

All eyes were focused on the man in the white haute couture suit in the center of the stage.

Just seconds before, he had given the middle finger to the camera and arrogantly declared that he would "kill people".

Now, he lowered his eyes and gently placed his fingers on the guitar strings.

In the control room, Zhou Yan's face was pressed against the monitor screen, his features distorted like a crumpled piece of waste paper.

"Was it cut off?"

"It's cut off!" The sound engineer was sweating profusely. "The main amplifier's fader is pulled all the way down, and there's no signal in the earpieces either. He's practically deaf and mute now!"

Zhou Yan grinned maliciously.

"Let's see how you sing."

on the stage.

Xu Qing didn't look at anyone.

His fingers moved.

"collapse--"

The first note of the piano rang out.

It's not the kind of heart-wrenching rock strumming, nor is it the kind of virtuoso fingerstyle guitar.

Just a gentle touch.

But the voice seemed to possess a magical power.

In this venue where most of the amplification equipment had been shut down, the sound of the piano clearly reached everyone's ears.

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Xu Qing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He closed his eyes.

The dark and damp backyard of the orphanage, the iron gate with the big lock, the girl who beat the older child until his face was bruised and swollen in the rainy night just to get him half a steamed bun.

Jiang Yue.

My older sister, who died in childhood and rotted in the storage room.

"Little mute, don't be afraid."

"I'm here."

Xu Qing's lips curled up slightly, revealing an extremely gentle smile.

A clean, ethereal female voice, exuding a purity that seemed otherworldly, flowed from his throat.

"You are the long road ahead"

"A Light in the Mountain Fog"

The moment the sound came out.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

Ke Min, who was sitting on the judges' panel, dropped her pen on the table with a "thud," and it rolled down the table and hit her high heels.

She was completely unaware.

That sound...

It's not the kind of eerie opera singing that sends chills down your spine, like in "Double Happiness".

It's not the kind of falsetto that deliberately imitates a female voice.

This is definitely a woman's voice.

And it was an extremely gentle voice, so gentle that it made you want to cry.

A hater in the front row was holding a half-empty bottle of mineral water, the cap already unscrewed, and he was swinging his arm in a wide arc, ready to throw it onto the stage.

Upon hearing this, he froze in mid-air.

The voice was like an invisible hand, gently caressing his heart, which had long been worn down by life.

He suddenly realized that the bottle of water in his hand was scalding hot and dirty.

Xu Qing continued singing.

"I am a child walking in your eyes."

You are the bright moon and gentle breeze.

"I am the dream you cherish."

Whether we meet or not, I will embrace you for a lifetime.

There is no hatred in this song.

There was no longer the hostility he displayed when he gave the middle finger.

There is only one kind of attachment that transcends life and death.

It's like a lost child who finally sees the light waiting for him to come home in the thick fog.

The audience was stunned.

The chat in the live stream went crazy.

"Holy crap???"

"Is that Xu Qing???"

"Is there a woman hiding backstage? That voice is so beautiful!"

"I got goosebumps. This voice makes me want to cry."

"If he's lip-syncing, I'll wash my hair while doing a handstand! The camera was right in his face, you could see his Adam's apple moving!"

"That voice...was it kissed by God?"

Backstage, Wang Dazhu held his suona, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

"Goodness..."

"Is there a fairy living in Brother Qing's voice?"

Li Ergou's erhu bow trembled: "This voice is even better than that of Widow Liu from the east end of our village who sings drum songs."

Only Luo Qianyu remained silent.

She stood in the shadows of the side curtain, staring intently at Xu Qing's face through the monitor.

What others hear is the technique, the contrast.

But what she heard was fate.

She saw that Xu Qing had her eyes closed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

A tear slid down his cheek, down his cheek, and finally shattered on the piano.

Luo Qianyu felt as if her heart had been squeezed tightly.

She knew who he was singing about.

He was singing about the sister who pulled him out of the darkness.

The girl whose note read, "Don't let the little mute see me."

In Xu Qing's mind.

The image is rapidly rewinding.

That was in the summer twenty years ago.

rainstorm.

The roof of the welfare home leaks, and rainwater flows down the cracks in the walls.

Little Xu Qing huddled in the corner, trembling.

A thin figure blocked his way.

Jiang Yue held a tattered piece of plastic sheeting over his head.

Rainwater soaked her hair and trickled down her neck into her clothes.

Her lips were purple from the cold, but she was still smiling at Xu Qing.

"Little mute, look, doesn't this look like a tent?"

"When I grow up and start earning money, I'll buy you a big house."

"We'll throw away this tattered plastic sheet and replace it with a roof that doesn't leak."

Xu Qing's fingers plucked the strings hard.

The melody suddenly soared.

The chorus is coming.

"And I will love the world you love."

May your smile be as you wish.

"I'm holding your hand, albeit unsteadily."

"Please take me to tomorrow."

During this part, Xu Qing's voice carried a hint of sobbing.

But that is not weakness.

It was a resolute determination to bring the dead back to life.

Since you can't see it anymore.

Then I'll take a look for you.

Since you love this world.

Then I will love for you.

This emotion was so intense, coupled with "god-level empathy," that it instantly swept through the entire Olympic Sports Center.

In the audience, some people began to sob.

At first there was one, then two.

Then there was a piece.

Those haters who were originally ready to make a scene lowered their heads one by one.

The fat man who was about to throw the water bottle let go, and the water bottle fell to the ground, spilling water all over the place.

He covered his face, his shoulders heaving violently.

He thought of his deceased grandmother.

I remembered when I was a child, my grandmother would hold my hand and walk with me along that long country road.

If you've ever tasted bitterness compared to my sweetness.

I wish to live out your wish.

"May it not be in vain, may you forge ahead bravely."

"This prosperous era, every single day"

Xu Qing's voice has an extremely strong penetrating power.

Even without in-ear monitors, even with the microphone volume lowered.

But under the influence of "sound field dominance," every word he uttered felt like a direct blow to the top of a person's head.

That voice transcends gender.

It possesses both the generosity of a man and the resilience of a woman.

Like the earth, like a mother, like that hometown I can never return to.

On the judges' panel.

Ke Min took a deep breath and reached for a tissue, but found her hands were shaking badly.

She turned to look at the other two judges beside her.

The two music critics who had taken the money to smear Xu Qing were now pale-faced, as if they had seen a ghost.

"How...how should we evaluate this?"

The long-haired judge asked, trembling.

"What a load of rubbish!"

Ke Min cursed, her eyes red.

"For a live performance of this caliber, with such monstrous vocal talent, what criteria do you use to judge it?"

"I already thought the Peking Opera singing in 'Double Happiness' was outrageous, but this one..."

Ke Min paused, looking at Xu Qing on the stage with a complicated expression.

"This is not a sound that a human could make."

"This is the sound of a soul being torn apart and then pieced back together."

"No one can stop him in the entire Chinese music scene, or even the whole world."

Just then.

The guitar music gradually faded away.

Xu Qing opened her eyes.

His eyes were frighteningly clear.

He slowly stood up and put the guitar aside.

A white grand piano stood quietly to the side of the stage.

Those were props that the production team originally prepared for Ye Zhi Qiu, but because they were too expensive, no one dared to move them.

Xu Qing walked over.

He sat on the piano bench.

Long, slender fingers hovered above the black and white piano keys.

"when--"

A clear, crisp piano sound rang out.

Like flowing water, like starlight.

This is an interlude without any lyrics.

But just as the music began...

The stage screen, which had been completely dark, suddenly lit up.

It's not controlled by the production team.

It was Luo Tianxiong's hacker team.

Countless stars lit up on the screen.

They spun, converged, and finally became a dazzling galaxy.

Each star is like an eye watching over the human world.

The stage lights were transformed into a deep blue.

Xu Qing sat under the starry sky.

The white suit was dyed the color of the Milky Way.

He lowered his head, his fingers flying across the piano keys.

That silhouette.

Loneliness to the extreme.

Yet it is beautiful to the extreme.

In the control room.

Zhou Yan slumped into the chair, the wine glass in his hand having long since fallen to the ground and shattered.

He looked at the god-like man on the screen.

And that scene that was completely out of control.

he knows.

It’s over.

All other methods seem ridiculous in the face of absolute power.

"director……"

The assistant director next to him swallowed hard and pointed at the real-time data screen.

"The ratings... have broken 8."

"And it's still rising."

"In the last few minutes, the number of comments... crashed the server three times."

Zhou Yan did not speak.

He just stared blankly at the screen.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Is this even human?

The piano music continued.

Xu Qing was immersed in her own world.

He felt no fatigue in his fingers, nor could he hear the noise from the outside world.

He only felt that Jiang Yue was right beside him.

She was wearing that faded old dress and had two pigtails.

She was leaning over the piano, watching him with a smile.

"Little mute, that sounds so nice."

"It sounds much better than that broken organ in our courtyard."