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

Xu Qing returned to the basement.

The iron gates in the old town made a screeching sound.

He casually pushed the door shut.

The basement is perpetually dark.

Only that cheap, secondhand solar water heater, which cost eighty yuan, brought in a little warmth.

Xu Qing plugged in the power.

The orange-red grating slowly lit up.

He leaned over and warmed his hands with the hot water.

He took out his phone from his pocket.

There is no red dot on the WeChat icon.

He clicked on the pink starfish profile picture.

I tapped my fingers on the screen a few times.

Xu Qing: [Are you home yet?]

After sending that message, he recalled the scene at the intersection.

Xu Qing: [It's windy today, I saw you shivering the whole time, are you still cold?]

Xu Qing: [You're cuter than I imagined today.]

Xu Qing: [I meant the shadow.]

Sending complete.

He placed his phone face down on the table with a missing corner.

I was just about to get the enamel mug that said "Serve the People" to drink water.

The phone started vibrating wildly on the table.

He picked it up and took a look.

The other side responded extremely quickly.

Little Fish: [You're more clueless than I thought.]

Little Fish: [I'm talking about you.]

Xu Qing looked at the words on the screen, a faint smile curving her lips.

Xu Qing: [Where did I stand?]

Little Fish: [Taking a female celebrity for a walk in the freezing cold, only to treat her to a 15-yuan roasted sweet potato.]

Little Fish: [You're not only dull, you're also stingy.]

Xu Qing responded by typing with one hand.

Xu Qing: [Don't female celebrities say they don't carry wallets when they go out?]

Little Fish: [That's my rule.]

Little Fish: [This isn't an excuse for being stingy.]

Xu Qing was too lazy to argue with her about this topic.

Xu Qing: [Go to bed early.]

Xu Qing: [I still have to record a program tomorrow.]

Little Fish: [Okay.]

Little Fish: Goodnight.

Xu Qing replied with a goodnight message.

He put his phone down.

I walked to the computer and opened the backend of the Endless Literature Network.

He needs to start working on the outline for his next book.

Three days passed quickly.

The temperature in Jiangcheng dropped completely below freezing.

The weather forecast says there will be heavy snow today.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The nanny van from Star Emperor Entertainment was parked outside the alleyway in the old town.

Luo Qianyu has a two-hour break from her schedule today.

She jumped out of the car fully armed.

He was wearing a black baseball cap.

His face was covered by a large mask.

She was wearing a down jacket that reached her calves.

She was carrying two huge supermarket shopping bags.

These are the spoils she just bought at the imported goods supermarket.

It was filled with premium Wagyu beef slices, fresh organic vegetables, and various dried seafood.

There was even a slaughtered old hen.

The agent, Sister Hong, sat in the car with the window down.

"Little Fish, where are you taking all that stuff?"

"These are all dilapidated buildings, be careful not to get photographed by paparazzi."

Luo Qianyu waved her hand without turning her head.

I'm going to visit a friend.

"Come pick me up in two hours."

The van slowly drove away.

Luo Qianyu carried heavy shopping bags and walked into the alley.

She didn't actually know which household Xu Qing lived in.

But she remembered the address she left when she ordered takeout last time.

The basement of No. 44 Xingfu Street.

She followed the faded writing on the wall to find her way there.

Finally, in an extremely remote corner, they found the staircase leading downwards.

The stairs were covered in moss.

Both sides were piled with all kinds of discarded cardboard boxes and broken bicycles.

Luo Qianyu carefully stepped down the steps.

The further down you go, the lower the temperature gets.

Go to the very bottom.

A rusty iron gate was ajar.

Luo Qianyu reached out and pushed open the iron gate.

"Squeak—"

A sickeningly loud sound echoed in the basement.

An extremely cold and chilling aura instantly rushed towards me.

The cold air was mixed with the musty smell of something that hadn't seen the sun for years.

Luo Qianyu shivered violently from the cold.

She took two steps inside.

The room was dark.

There are no windows.

Only one computer screen was lit up.

Xu Qing was sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.

He was still wearing that faded, worn-out jacket.

There was a small electric heater at my feet.

Hearing the noise at the door, Xu Qing turned around.

He looked at Luo Qianyu, who was standing at the door carrying large and small bags.

The fingers that were typing on the keyboard stopped in mid-air.

Xu Qing was completely stunned.

"Why are you here?"

Luo Qianyu placed the two heavy shopping bags on the cement floor.

She took off her mask and gasped for breath.

"Checking up on them."

Xu Qing stood up and walked over.

"You're a big star, you seem to have a lot of free time."

"Weren't we supposed to be shooting a magazine cover today?"

Luo Qianyu ignored his teasing.

She began to carefully examine the basement.

This was the first time she had seen Xu Qing's real living environment with her own eyes.

Large areas of the wall plaster have peeled off.

There are still traces of water leakage on the ceiling.

The computer desk was missing a corner, and it was only by propping it up with several thick old books that it could barely maintain its balance.

The temperature inside the air was even a few degrees lower than outside.

Luo Qianyu walked to the bedside.

That bed couldn't even be called a bed.

It was just a few pieces of wood pieced together.

She reached out and touched the bed.

The texture under my hand was extremely stiff.

She yanked the blanket off the bed.

A tattered bamboo mat, typical of summer, was completely exposed to the air.

There was only an old cotton quilt on the straw mat, so thin it was almost transparent.

There wasn't even a mattress.

Luo Qianyu's eyes instantly reddened.

She turned her head and stared intently at Xu Qing.

"You're going to sleep in this?"

Xu Qing went over and tried to cover herself with the blanket again.

"This blanket is actually quite warm."

"I was sleeping in a sweater underneath."

Luo Qianyu slapped his hand away.

Her voice began to tremble.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes.

"You sleep on a cold mat in the dead of winter?"

"You're using this tattered quilt that's leaking all the cotton?"

"Do you know it's eight degrees below zero outside?!"

Xu Qing put his hands into his pockets.

"I can withstand the cold."

"Besides, I'm experiencing life."

"How can you write about real people from the lower classes without experiencing some hardship?"

Tears welled up in Luo Qianyu's eyes and fell directly down her cheeks.

She pointed her finger at Xu Qing's nose.

"You're talking nonsense!"

"You've made tens of millions from writing songs!"

"Even if you donate it all to an orphanage, would it kill you to keep a thousand dollars to buy a thick quilt?"

"Don't you think this has a morbid aesthetic?"

Xu Qing picked up a pack of tissues from the bedside table.

He pulled out a card and handed it to Luo Qianyu.

"Don't cry."

"Female celebrities have to redo their makeup after crying."

"The appearance fee will be deducted."

Luo Qianyu did not take the tissue at all.

She raised the back of her hand and hastily wiped away the tears on her face.

"Xu Qing, are you out of your mind?"

"Who are you trying to impress with this self-torture?"

"You think you can win the Nobel Prize in Literature just by sleeping on a straw mat?!"

Xu Qing fell silent.

He looked at Luo Qianyu, who was shedding tears.

For a moment, I didn't know how to coax him.

Luo Qianyu sniffed.

She simply pulled her phone out of her down jacket pocket.

My fingers tapped the screen rapidly a few times.

She dialed a number.

"Hello, is this the moving company?"

"Send a car to No. 44 Xingfu Street in the old town immediately."

"Urgent."

"I'll give you double the price."

"Right now, immediately!"

Xu Qing was stunned.

He took a step forward.

"What are you doing?"

Luo Qianyu hung up the phone.

She stared at Xu Qing with red eyes.

"move place."

"You have to move out of this godforsaken place today!"

Xu Qing tried to reason with her.

"I'm used to living here."

"Besides, this place is quiet and undisturbed, which is perfect for me to write."

"I just started outlining my new book."

Luo Qianyu took a step forward.

She tilted her head back and looked directly into Xu Qing's eyes.

"You are my boyfriend now."

"I can't just stand by and watch my boyfriend freeze to death on a bamboo mat in the dead of winter!"

"If you dare utter another word, I'll expose your true identity on Weibo!"

"You have half of the entertainment industry's paparazzi and your fans camping out in front of your dilapidated iron gate every day!"

"Let's see if you can still type in peace!"

Xu Qing looked at her fierce yet tearful appearance.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Luo Qianyu snorted coldly.

She turned her head and looked at the two huge shopping bags on the ground.

"I was planning to cook you a hot meal during this free time."

"It seems this shabby place doesn't even have a wok to cook in."

Xu Qing pointed to the electric kettle on the table.

"That thing can be used to cook instant noodles."

Luo Qianyu rolled her eyes at him.

After half an hour.

A small van was parked at the entrance of the alley.

Two movers in uniforms walked down to the basement.

They looked at the empty and dilapidated room.

He scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Boss, what do you need to move?"

Luo Qianyu pointed to the old computer and a few pieces of clothing.

That's all.

"Move the computer gently, it's his lifeline."

The mover nodded.

Start unplugging the computer.

Xu Qing walked over and pointed to the bamboo mat on the bed.

"Master, roll up this mat too."

Luo Qianyu cut directly in front of her and blocked her way.

"Throw it away!"

"You are not allowed to take it away!"

Xu Qing tried to salvage the situation.

"It can still be used in the summer."

Luo Qianyu put her hands on her hips.

"I said I'd throw it away, so I'll throw it away."

The mover, seeing the two bickering, wisely ignored the straw mat.

In less than five minutes, everything was packed.

There were actually very few cardboard boxes.

Xu Qing stood at the entrance to the basement.

He looked at the half-empty room.

The small electric heater was also unplugged and thrown into a corner.