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

Hongjie didn't hear Luo Qianyu's mutterings clearly.

"Alright, Xiaoyu, hurry up and get ready. The van is waiting downstairs."

"This is a golden opportunity for you to soar to new heights, so don't let it slip."

Half an hour later.

Luo Qianyu arrived at the Star Emperor Entertainment Building in a nanny van.

Throughout the journey, Sister Hong took meticulous care of her.

The car's air conditioning temperature had to be set to the most comfortable level, and even the bottled water had to be unscrewed and handed to her in advance.

This was the first time Luo Qianyu had received such treatment in all her years at the company.

I just stepped through the glass revolving doors of the Star Emperor Building.

The receptionist immediately stood up straight and greeted me with a sweet smile.

Good morning, Sister Xiaoyu! Good morning, Sister Hong!

Normally, the receptionist wouldn't even give Luo Qianyu a second glance.

We made our way to Recording Studio No. 1 on the top floor.

Several people were already standing outside the recording studio.

The head of the copyright department, the chief sound engineer, and even the music director, who is usually rarely seen, all came.

Everyone made way for Luo Qianyu as she approached.

The music director greeted us very politely.

"Little Fish is here, hurry inside and familiarize yourself with the sheet music."

Luo Qianyu was a little confused by this scene.

She knew that Mingyue Qingfeng was famous, but she never expected that a single song could alarm the entire executive team of Xinghuang Entertainment.

She walked through the soundproof door and stood in front of the multi-million dollar SSL mixing console.

The tuner immediately handed her the printed sheet music with both hands.

It has two large characters printed on it.

"meet".

Luo Qianyu picked up the sheet music and walked to the microphone in the recording studio.

She put on the listening headphones.

"Director, you can play the accompaniment now." Luo Qianyu gestured towards the control room outside.

The sound engineer pressed play.

The crisp sound of an acoustic guitar strumming came through the headphones.

Very clean, without any unnecessary embellishments.

Immediately afterwards, a man's a cappella singing came through the earphones.

"I heard winter leaving."

"I woke up in a certain month of a certain year."

Luo Qianyu was completely stunned after hearing only two sentences.

She knew that voice all too well.

This was also the first time Xu Qing had shown her her true singing voice in front of her.

There was no deliberate attempt to lower one's voice.

That's his original voice.

Luo Qianyu closed her eyes and continued listening.

"I think, I wait, I look forward to it."

"But the future cannot be planned because of this."

As the melody progressed, Luo Qianyu's heartbeat quickened.

She picked up the sheet music and looked at the densely packed notes and phrasing marks.

She suddenly discovered something extremely terrifying.

The song's vocal range is perfectly within her most comfortable zone.

Even the way she takes a breath is exactly the same as her usual singing habits!

This is not a song that was written casually at all.

This was practically tailor-made for her voice, her habits, and her vocal characteristics!

Inside the control room outside.

Hongjie watched Luo Qianyu staring blankly through the glass, feeling somewhat anxious.

She pressed the call button.

"Little Fish, what's wrong? Is your voice too high?"

Luo Qianyu suddenly came to her senses.

She took off her headphones, her eyes filled with shock.

"No...no."

"Let me try singing it once first."

Luo Qianyu put her headphones back on and took a few deep breaths.

She calmed herself down and nodded into the microphone.

The accompaniment started again.

Luo Qianyu closed her eyes and caught the first beat.

"I heard winter leaving."

"I woke up in a certain month of a certain year."

The moment Luo Qianyu's voice came through the sound system in the control room.

Everyone outside fell silent.

The music director's eyes widened, and he involuntarily took a step forward.

The sound engineer's fingers hovered over the fader, forgetting what to do.

Sister Hong's mouth was open, and even her breathing slowed down.

It fits perfectly.

It's a match made in heaven.

Luo Qianyu's voice carried a unique clarity and stubbornness.

The song perfectly captures the anticipation for the future and the confusion about fate.

"Who will I meet, and what kind of conversations will we have?"

"How far into the future is the person I'm waiting for?"

When Luo Qianyu sang the chorus, her emotions completely erupted.

She doesn't need to consciously control her breathing.

There's no need to hit any high notes.

The song seemed to flow naturally from her throat.

As she sang the last line, "Meeting you was the most beautiful accident," Luo Qianyu couldn't help but recall the scene from last night.

The man in the tattered jacket with a scraggly beard sat imposingly in the food stall and pushed the plate of fried noodles in front of her.

"Eat up, you'll have the energy to yell at me when you're full."

After Luo Qianyu finished singing the last line, there was silence in the recording studio for a long time.

A few seconds later, thunderous applause erupted in the control room outside.

The music director was so excited that he slammed his fist on the table.

"Perfect!"

"It's perfect!"

"Teacher Mingyue is truly amazing!"

"This song is practically composed using Luo Qianyu's voice as an instrument!"

Sister Hong was also beaming, looking smugly at the people around her.

"I was right, wasn't I? Only Xiaoyu can sing this song."

She completely forgot how much she used to dislike Luo Qianyu.

Luo Qianyu walked out of the recording studio, still clutching the sheet music tightly in her hand.

She ignored the director's praise and didn't even notice Sister Hong's smug face.

She walked straight to the sofa in the corner, sat down, and took out her phone.

She needs to find out the truth now.

Open WeChat and find the moss-covered stone avatar.

Little Fish: "How did you do that?"

In the basement, Xu Qing had just gotten up and was washing her face with cold water.

Hearing his phone vibrate, he casually wiped his hands and picked up the phone to reply.

"How did you do that?"

Little Fish: "This song is called 'Encounter'!"

Little Fish: "Not only did you specify that I should sing, but you even wrote the sheet music according to my habits!"

Little Fish: "You even know that I usually take a breath on the fourth and a half beat!"

Little Fish: "Did you secretly watch my old cover videos?"

Xu Qing stared at the barrage of questions on the screen.

He threw the towel onto the basin.

"Overthinking is a disease."

"I simply wrote it according to the most logical reasoning in this song."

"It just so happens that your vocal cord structure fits this logic."

Luo Qianyu gritted her teeth in anger when she saw this infuriating reply.

Little Fish: "Don't give me that!"

Little Fish: "What a coincidence!"

Little Fish: "You're definitely paying attention to me, aren't you?"

Xu Qing leaned against the peeling paint on the wall and lit a cheap cigarette.

"Don't overact."

"This was just a well-planned business deal."

"I did it to make money from selling songs, and incidentally, to help the poor."

Luo Qianyu held her phone, but couldn't help but smile.

She didn't believe Xu Qing's nonsense.

This guy is as stubborn as a rock, but who knows how much of a pervert he is inside.

Little Fish: "Say what you want."

Little Fish: "Anyway, I'm determined to sing this song."

Little Fish: "This is a big red envelope you gave me for free."

"It's not a free gift."

"Two million."

"Star Emperor has already made the payment. If you mess up your performance, I'll go to your company's entrance and put up a banner demanding payment."

Luo Qianyu burst out laughing.

Everyone else in the recording studio was looking at her strangely.

Sister Hong quickly came over.

"Little fish, what are you looking at so happily?"

"Did Teacher Mingyue say there's anything about this song that needs to be changed?"

Luo Qianyu immediately stopped smiling and turned her phone screen face down on her lap.

"No, Teacher Mingyue said I could sing whatever I wanted."

Upon hearing this, Sister Hong immediately began her boasting mode again.

"Look at this, this is trust!"

"Teacher Mingyue trusts me completely, entrusting such a wonderful song to you directly."

"Take a five-minute break, let's strike while the iron is hot and try to record the official version by the end of the morning."

Luo Qianyu nodded, not exposing Sister Hong's true colors.

She reopened the WeChat input box.

Little Fish: "Don't worry, I definitely won't mess it up."

Little Fish: "Once this song is released, I'll treat you to the most expensive meal in Jiangcheng!"

Little Fish: "I will absolutely not eat kidneys from roadside stalls!"

As Xu Qing looked at the last sentence, the image of her wolfing down fried noodles last night flashed through her mind.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Go record the audio quickly, don't delay me from earning royalties."

After sending the message, Xu Qing threw her phone onto the bed.

He walked to the computer, ready to begin his writing task for the day.

The system popped up again.

[Host, your behavior just now is very inconsistent with your aloof persona.]

You're subtly trying to curry favor with female celebrities.

Xu Qing gave a cold laugh.

"What do you know, you broken system?"

"I'm discovering potential singers."

[Based on my calculations, Luo Qianyu's potential is indeed SSS-level.]

[But by sending her a song like this, host, it's easy for her to get a romantic misconception.]

Xu Qing ignored the system's warning.

He opened the backend of the End Literature Network.

The novel "Sweet Sixteen" has ended, and last night's finale completely blew up the comments section.

Countless readers cursed him in the comments section, calling him heartless.

Some even threatened to crowdfund to hire someone to kill him.

Xu Qing looked at the vicious comments without any change in expression.

He clicked to create a new book.

Type a few words in the title box.