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

The sixteenth floor of Jinxiu Garden.

The combination lock beeped twice, and Xu Qing pushed the door open, carrying a supermarket plastic bag.

Luo Qianyu was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

She heard the door open and looked up to see Xu Qing taking a pink hairdryer out of a bag.

"for you."

Xu Qing placed the hair dryer on the coffee table.

Luo Qianyu stared at the pink hair dryer for three seconds.

Then her gaze shifted to Xu Qing's face.

"You went out today just to buy a hair dryer?"

Xu Qing changed into slippers and walked into the living room.

"Otherwise what?"

Luo Qianyu put down her phone and sat up straight.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"I just checked the trending topics on Weibo."

Xu Qing sat down at the other end of the sofa, picked up an apple from the coffee table, and took a bite.

"What are you looking at?"

Luo Qianyu turned her phone screen around and shoved it in front of him.

The top three trending topics are:

#Mingyue Qingfeng's True Identity Revealed#

#Tencent Music signs Luo Qianyu for 100 million yuan#

#StarEmperorEntertainmentSuedAgainstCollapseOfFunding#

Xu Qing glanced at the screen.

He continued biting into his apple.

Luo Qianyu's voice trembled slightly.

"Did you go to Star Emperor's press conference?"

"Just passing by."

"Just passing by?"

Luo Qianyu stood up.

"You threw the termination letter at Wang Jianguo's feet in front of hundreds of reporters, and you're telling me you were just passing by?"

Xu Qing chewed on the apple calmly.

"On the way."

Luo Qianyu grabbed a cushion from the coffee table and threw it at them.

Xu Qing tilted her head to avoid it.

Why didn't you tell me!

Luo Qianyu's eyes reddened again.

"You carried all this stuff by yourself while I waited at home like an idiot. Do you even know what I felt when I saw it trending on social media—"

Her voice choked.

Xu Qing threw the apple core into the trash can.

He walked up to Luo Qianyu.

"If I tell you, you'll go with me."

"You'll cry if you go."

"If you cry, tomorrow's trending topics won't just be about contract termination."

"It's a high-resolution image of Luo Qianyu with snot running down her face at the press conference."

Luo Qianyu was so angry she laughed.

She raised her hand and punched Xu Qing in the chest.

"You've never intended to give me an easy time in this lifetime, have you?"

Xu Qing reached out and rubbed the top of her head.

"Go blow-dry your hair."

I even bought you a hair dryer.

Luo Qianyu took the pink hair dryer.

She glanced at Xu Qing, then at the hair dryer.

"One hundred and thirty-nine yuan and ninety cents."

Xu Qing said.

"After the discount."

Luo Qianyu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She took the hairdryer into the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, she leaned against the door and buried her face in her arms.

Tears welled up without warning.

It's not sadness.

She finally confirmed something.

This man will never say anything nice.

But everything he did conveyed the same message to her.

"I'll protect you."

-

After the contract termination was finalized.

The life of the Luoqian fish has undergone an extremely dramatic change.

She folded and sealed all the haute couture dresses in her wardrobe.

The skincare products worth tens of thousands of yuan on the dressing table were pushed into a corner to collect dust.

Instead, she wore a set of pink starfish-patterned coral fleece pajamas.

She snagged this pajama set for 9.9 yuan with free shipping on Pinduoduo.

From then on.

Every day, a giant pink starfish can be seen swaying around in the living room on the sixteenth floor of Jinxiu Garden.

The slippers pattered on the floor.

Xu Qing peeked out from the study.

"Are you planning to wear this thing until next year?"

Luo Qianyu, holding a bowl of instant noodles, nestled into the sofa with a straight face.

"I am currently unemployed."

"Unemployed people can wear anything."

Xu Qing looked at her wrinkled starfish pajamas.

"Alright."

"Anyway, nobody watches it."

Luo Qianyu sucked a noodle into her mouth.

"Are you disgusted with me?"

"no."

"Your look just now clearly showed disdain."

You're overthinking it.

Xu Qing turned around and went back to the study.

Luo Qianyu called out to his retreating figure.

"Xu Qing!"

"Um."

"I'm going to learn to cook!"

There was a three-second silence in the study.

Xu Qing's voice drifted out from inside.

"The fire extinguisher in the kitchen is under the sink."

Luo Qianyu was so angry that she threw the remote control over.

-

Noon the next day.

Luo Qianyu stood in the kitchen wearing that pink starfish pajama set.

A short video teaching how to make a heart-shaped bento box is playing on the phone stand.

The food blogger in the video has a sweet smile.

"Ladies, today we're going to make a super easy heart-shaped fried egg!"

Crack the eggs into the heart-shaped mold.

Simmer over low heat for three minutes.

"That's fine!"

Luo Qianyu confidently turned on the gas stove.

She poured oil into the pot.

Too much oil was poured in.

Half a pot of oil started to smoke on the stove.

Luo Qianyu quickly turned down the heat.

Then she took out the heart-shaped mold and put it into the pot.

Crack the egg in.

The egg mixture leaked out from the gap at the bottom of the mold.

It turned into an irregularly shaped pancake.

"What's going on? It's not like that in the video!"

Luo Qianyu hurriedly flipped the food over.

The shovel was used too forcefully.

Half an egg flew out of the pot.

It fell onto the stove with a thud.

The smoke from the pan was getting thicker and thicker.

Luo Qianyu's eyes were so irritated by the smoke that she couldn't open them.

She continued struggling with the pot while coughing.

The thick smoke from the kitchen began to spread into the living room.

The red light on the smoke detector on the ceiling began to flash rapidly.

Xu Qing rushed out of the study.

He rushed into the kitchen.

Turn off the stove, turn on the range hood, and open the windows.

All in one go.

Luo Qianyu stood in the smoke, holding a spatula, her face covered in soot.

She looked at Xu Qing and gave a guilty smile.

"We almost succeeded."

Xu Qing glanced at the charred, unidentified object in the pot.

"What are you making?"

"Heart-shaped fried egg".

Xu Qing fell silent.

Which heart?

"Heart-shaped."

Xu Qing used a shovel to turn the charred thing over.

Indeed, there is a small area where the outline of a heart can be vaguely seen.

The prerequisite is that you have to tilt your head at a 45-degree angle.

You have to close one eye.

Xu Qing took a plate.

They shoveled that lump of stuff in.

Luo Qianyu looked at him nervously.

"Is it edible?"

Xu Qing sat down at the dining table.

He picked up his chopsticks.

I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth.

I chewed it twice.

His face was expressionless.

Luo Qianyu moved a stool and sat down opposite him.

She rested her chin on her hands and stared at his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

Xu Qing picked up another piece.

"It's a little burnt."

"But it's edible."

Luo Qianyu's eyes immediately lit up.

"Really?"

Xu Qing finished the entire plate.

Including those few pieces of scrap material that had been completely carbonized.

Luo Qianyu jumped for joy as she looked at the empty plate.

"I'll make you a second one tomorrow!"

Xu Qing put down her chopsticks.

Goodbye.

"The kitchen can't withstand your second business venture."

Luo Qianyu pretended not to hear those words.

-

It's 11 p.m.

The study door was open.

Xu Qing sat in front of the computer typing.

The name of the new book is listed in the backend documentation of the Zhongyan Literature website.

"goodbye."

This is a story about an Akita dog waiting for its deceased owner.

He wrote for an entire afternoon.

The main character is a mongrel dog named Ah Huang.

It's not a particularly rare or expensive variety.

It's the kind of Chinese rural dog that's most common in the countryside.

Ah Huang squats under the old locust tree at the village entrance every evening.

Waiting for someone who will never come back.

Xu Qing typed the title "Chapter Three".

I heard the sound of slippers scraping on the floor behind me.

Luo Qianyu carried a small stool into the living room.

She placed the stool next to the desk and plopped down.

Xu Qing didn't even turn his head.

Aren't you going to sleep?

"I can't sleep."

Luo Qianyu rested her head on Xu Qing's arm.

Play a song for me.

"I'm writing."

"Finish coding and play."

Xu Qing ignored her and continued typing.

Luo Qianyu leaned against his arm, quietly watching the text on the screen scroll down line by line.

Fifteen minutes later.

Xu Qing saved the document.

He stood up and walked to the corner of the balcony.

Take the guitar out of that old guitar case.

This guitar is very old.

There are several scratches on the instrument.

Most of the lacquer on the neck of the instrument has also been worn away.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet in the study, with the guitar resting across his lap.

Luo Qianyu sat on a small stool with her knees drawn up, watching him.

Xu Qing plucked the strings twice to test the sound.

Then I started playing.

A very soft and slow melody flowed through the quiet room.

When we got to the second chorus.

"Smack."

A crisp sound.

The second string broke.

The string plucked and brushed against Xu Qing's fingers.

A faint red mark was left behind.

Xu Qing stopped.

He looked down at the broken string.

He's had this violin for a long time.

From the welfare home to the basement.

From the basement to this apartment.

Luo Qianyu noticed the red mark on Xu Qing's finger.

"Does it hurt?"

Xu Qing shook his head.

He wound up the broken string and tested the remaining strings.

The tone is no longer right.

The position of the bridge is also somewhat loose.

This instrument has reached the end of its lifespan.

Xu Qing did not speak.

He simply put the guitar back in its case quietly.

The movements were very gentle.

Luo Qianyu looked at his profile.

That sense of loss lingered in his eyes for less than a second before disappearing.

But Luo Qianyu saw it.

She secretly made a mental note of this.

"Alright." Xu Qing closed the violin case and stood up.

"Now that the guitar is gone, you'll only be able to fall asleep by listening to me read novels."

Luo Qianyu snorted.

"After listening to your lousy novel, I can't sleep at all."

Xu Qing pushed the violin case back into the corner.

"Then let's count sheep."

Luo Qianyu watched as the old violin case was pushed into the corner.

She stood up and patted her pants.

"Good night."

"Good night."

Luo Qianyu walked back to the bedroom.

She immediately took out her phone after closing the door.

I opened the search engine.

A line of text was entered.

What is the best guitar brand in the world?

The search results are loaded.

She looked at the long string of numbers in the price column.

Luo Qianyu blinked.

I watched it again.

"Goodness."

She muttered something under her breath.

"A broken guitar costs more than my annual endorsement fee."

She bookmarked that page.

Then she turned over and pulled the blanket over her head.

"Xu Qing, you penniless wretch."

"Make your girlfriend spend money until it hurts."

After muttering to herself, she pulled the blanket back up.

Restart your phone.

I checked the balance on my bank card.

I quietly changed the search results from "the best in the world" to "the second best in the world".