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

"Old Zhang."

"exist."

"Call the owner of this live streaming platform."

Ask him if he's selling.

"Let's buy it and upgrade his servers to some better ones."

"Don't keep me from sending gifts to my son-in-law."

Old Zhang's lips twitched.

"Yes, sir."

"However, given his current popularity, he probably doesn't need your gifts anymore."

Old Zhang handed over the tablet.

The screen displays Weibo's trending topics list.

First place: #Xu Qingruyuan#

It was followed by a dark red "爆" (explosion) character.

Second place: #XuQing's Investiture of the Gods#

Third place: #RisingStarServerCrash#

Fourth place: #Apologize to Xu Qing#

Among the top ten.

Xu Qing alone occupied eight of them.

The hashtag #XuQingScumbag#, which was previously ranked number one, has now fallen to outside the top fifty.

I clicked in and took a look.

It's all insults directed at the person who posted it.

"Are you deaf? This is what you call a scumbag?"

"How could someone who can sing a song like this be a scumbag!"

"His gaze towards the camera is so innocent, are you telling me he's acting?"

"If this is acting, then he deserves an Oscar!"

Luo Tianxiong looked at the comments.

He nodded in satisfaction.

The walnuts in his hands made a crackling sound as he played with them.

"This generation of netizens."

"Your eyesight is surprisingly good."

……

on the stage.

Xu Qing couldn't hear the noise on the internet.

All he could hear was the breathing of the 50,000 people present.

That's resonance.

He slowly walked to the front of the stage.

I didn't take a microphone.

He stood there in the light.

then.

Bend down.

Ninety degrees.

This is a bow.

He maintained it for a long time.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Thirty seconds.

No one was urging him.

No one stirred up trouble.

Everyone just stared at him like that.

Looking at this man who was just moments ago giving the middle finger and acting incredibly arrogantly, he was now as humble as a child just starting school.

He wasn't worshipping the audience.

It's not about worshipping capital.

He is worshipping this stage.

Worship music.

He worships the sister who pulled him out of the mire.

And there was the little fish that kept him company in the darkness.

In the shadows of the side curtain.

Luo Qianyu took off her sunglasses.

Her eyes were already swollen.

My makeup is ruined.

If paparazzi take photos of her, tomorrow's headline will definitely be "Queen Luo Qianyu's looks have collapsed".

But she doesn't care.

She stared intently at the bowing man.

My fingernails dug into my palm.

It hurts.

But the pain brought her to her senses.

Let her know that this is not a dream.

Xu Qing is still alive.

And they live a more dazzling life than anyone else.

That little mute boy who used to hide behind her, that poor boy who ate instant noodles in the basement.

Now he is king.

"Fool."

Luo Qianyu cursed.

Tears welled up again, uncontrollably streaming down my face.

"Doesn't your back hurt?"

Why are you bowing for so long?

She wanted to rush up.

I wanted to help him up.

I want to hug him.

Tell him he doesn't need to pray anymore.

You've done enough.

But she held back.

Her high heels rubbed against the ground again and again.

In the end, I didn't take that step.

This is Xu Qing's moment.

She can't steal his spotlight.

at last.

Xu Qing straightened up.

His spine was as strong as iron.

The sweat on his face had dried.

It left behind faint traces.

He raised his head.

Look at the camera flashing red light directly in front of you.

he knows.

Zhou Yan is watching.

The capitalists behind this are watching.

Everyone who wants to see him make a fool of himself is watching.

Xu Qing did not speak.

He didn't make that middle finger gesture either.

He just smiled.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

His eyes were clear and bright.

There was no sarcasm in that smile.

There was no anger.

There wasn't even a hint of disdain.

Only peace.

A kind of peace that sees through everything yet embraces everything.

It's like a lion.

It looked at the ant at its feet that was trying to trip it.

He disdained to crush it.

Because that would be an insult to the dignity of a lion.

That smile.

The signal was transmitted to the screens of countless households.

It was also transmitted to the large screen in the control room.

Zhou Yan sat on the ground.

He was still clutching the broken base of the wine glass in his hand.

A shard of glass pierced my palm.

Blood was everywhere.

But he couldn't feel any pain.

He looked at the smile on the screen.

I feel cold all over.

He knew what that smile meant.

That's contempt.

It is the ultimate form of contempt.

Xu Qing told him:

Your methods, your rules, your censorship.

Faced with absolute talent.

It's nothing, not even a fart.

"It's over."

Zhou Yan released his grip.

Glass shards fell to the ground.

he knows.

His own directing career.

It's over.

……

"Splash splash splash—"

Applause rang out again.

This time it was even more enthusiastic than before.

It also needs to be neat and tidy.

There was no screaming.

There was no whistle.

There was only simple, uniform applause.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

The host was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He took the microphone, intending to go up and take control of the situation.

But my legs wouldn't obey me.

The atmosphere is too solemn.

If he goes up there to speak now, he'll be beaten to death by the audience.

Backstage.

Wang Dazhu picked up the suona from the ground.

He wiped the snot from his face.

"Er Gou" (Second Dog).

"What's wrong?"

"Did we... cause some trouble just now?"

Li Ergou put the erhu into his bag.

My hands are still shaking.

"What trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

"Look at the audience."

"Let's blow this stadium up."

Zhang Tiedan didn't say anything.

He was busy wiping the paint off the big drum.

He was wiping himself while grinning like an idiot.

"very nice."

"This life has been worthwhile."

"When I get back, I'll tell my dad that I made a name for myself in front of 50,000 people."

"It's even more glorious than so-and-so in the village getting into university."

ten minutes.

The applause lasted for a full ten minutes.

Until Xu Qing turned around.

He didn't look at the audience anymore.

He didn't look at the camera again.

He was carrying a guitar.

He brought along his three brothers who came from the countryside.

Step by step.

I walked into the darkness backstage.

What is left to the world.

There was only a white silhouette.

There is also the Chinese music scene, which has been completely rewritten.