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

Twenty minutes later.

Luo Qianyu clung to Xu Qing's shoulder and refused to get up.

"Play one more song."

Xu Qing glanced down at her. "Weren't you asleep?"

"Sleepy as I am, I'll still listen to music." Luo Qianyu nuzzled his shoulder, finding a more comfortable angle to curl up. "Play it now."

Xu Qing initially wanted to refuse.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the two bruises under Luo Qianyu's eyes that hadn't completely faded.

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

The fingers were already on the strings.

He did not play "Quietly" again.

A brand new prelude flowed from the fingertips. The melody was light, with a slightly bouncy rhythm, sounding like the fine ripples on the surface of a river in spring.

Luo Qianyu, whose eyes were half-closed, twitched her eyelashes when she heard the unfamiliar melody.

Then Xu Qing spoke.

There are always some surprising encounters, like when I met you.

"Your gentle, clear eyes appeared in my dreams."

Luo Qianyu's eyes widened suddenly.

She lifted her head from Xu Qing's shoulder.

She had never heard this song before. Every word was new. But the lyrics were so direct they made her ears burn. What gentle eyes, what appearing in dreams? These words, sung by Xu Qing in that nonchalant tone, were more deadly than a love letter.

Xu Qing has absolutely no idol baggage.

The singing was extremely natural. It was like reading a letter that had been saved up for a long time but had never been sent.

My love is like a cloud, with nowhere to rest in your sky.

"How I long to transform into gentle rain, to nourish the land in your heart."

Luo Qianyu froze on the spot.

She watched Xu Qing's fingers as he plucked the strings. His knuckles were distinct, long and beautiful. The clownfish sticker on the dark brown guitar body stood out prominently under the light.

Xu Qing played the chorus.

"No matter what the future holds, at least we are happy now."

The melody suddenly stopped here.

Xu Qing pushed the guitar towards Luo Qianyu.

"Sing the next line."

Luo Qianyu was stunned for a second.

"what?"

"You sing."

Luo Qianyu panicked. "I don't know how to do it! I've never even heard of this song before."

Xu Qing glanced at her. His fingers plucked the strings again, playing the chorus melody once more.

"Just hum along. The words are very simple."

He paused for a moment.

"No matter how it ends, at least the person I miss is you."

Luo Qianyu swallowed hard. She tried to speak and reply.

The sound was so faint it was like a mosquito buzzing.

Xu Qing stopped playing and turned to look at her.

"Speak louder. Are you the singer or am I?"

Luo Qianyu was speechless after hearing that.

She was a professional singer. She sang at music festivals, appeared on variety shows, and spent over ten hours a day in the recording studio. Now, sitting on her own sofa, she can't even sing a single lyric.

Embarrassing.

Luo Qianyu's face showed a hint of determination.

The second time, she opened her mouth wide.

Her voice is naturally clean and clear. Surprisingly, it blends surprisingly well with Xu Qing's slightly grainy, low voice.

One is warm. The other is crisp and clear.

It's like adding a mint leaf to hot cocoa in winter.

Xu Qing played the guitar, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

He continued singing.

"I won't treat this as a game, because I'm truly sincere towards you."

Luo Qianyu followed. Her voice was much louder than before.

There are some things I can't say, for fear of putting you in a dilemma.

The two of them took turns rehearsing the song three times, one line at a time.

By the third time, Luo Qianyu could sing along to the chorus perfectly. Her memory for melodies has never been bad.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room. Its warm yellow light shone on the two people. The sounds of guitar and vocals mingled together.

When Luo Qianyu sang the last part, her voice suddenly became softer.

I don't care how it ends.

I really want to be with you.

After singing this line.

Her face was flushed red, burning from her ears all the way down to her neck.

Luo Qianyu grabbed a cushion next to her and covered her face with it.

"Who wrote these lyrics? They're so cheesy."

The sound was muffled inside the cushion and was not very clear.

Xu Qing put down the guitar and leaned back on the sofa.

"I write."

Luo Qianyu peeked out from behind the cushion, revealing half of her eye.

"When was it written?"

Xu Qing thought for a second.

"Just now."

Luo Qianyu threw the cushion at them.

Xu Qing didn't dodge. The cushion hit him squarely in the chest. He blocked it without changing his expression and casually tossed it to the other side of the sofa.

Luo Qianyu glared at him. "You're lying. You only played for twenty minutes. How could you possibly write the lyrics and music in twenty minutes?"

Xu Qing picked up the water glass on the coffee table and took a sip.

"Fifteen minutes. The extra five minutes were to wait for you to fall asleep. But you didn't."

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again.

She shrank back into the sofa, hugging her knees as she looked at Xu Qing.

What's the name of this song?

Xu Qing said, "《小宇》".

Luo Qianyu was taken aback. "Why is it called 'Xiao Yu'?"

Xu Qing did not give a direct answer.

"Didn't you used to call yourself 'the cutest little fish in the universe' all the time on WeChat?"

Luo Qianyu's face turned red again.

"Do you remember that?"

"There's nothing I can do about having a good memory."

Luo Qianyu ground her teeth.

She looked at Xu Qing's smug face, feeling both sweet and angry.

It's sweet because every word in this song describes her.

I'm angry because this man will never say a single nice thing seriously.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"What are your plans for this song?"

Xu Qing glanced at her sideways.

"Are you thinking of sending it out?"

Luo Qianyu shook her head. "No."

She paused for a moment.

"The windows are closed this time. I checked."

Xu Qing smiled silently.

……

the next morning.

Luo Qianyu sat at the dining table eating toast, chewing something and rhythmically tapping her fingers on the table.

The beat was exactly the one from the chorus of "Xiao Yu" last night.

Xu Qing sat opposite her, holding a bowl of white porridge.

"Stop knocking."

Luo Qianyu didn't stop. "I'm processing the melody. That's professionalism."

Xu Qing took a sip of porridge and didn't say anything more.

Luo Qianyu finished her toast and wiped her hands. She leaned back in her chair and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"Xu Qing, I want to sing the song 'Xiao Yu'."

Xu Qing raised her eyelids slightly.

"I already said I wouldn't send it."

Luo Qianyu had anticipated his response. She took out her phone from her pocket, opened a webpage, and pushed it in front of Xu Qing.

The screen displays the background data for Tencent Music.

According to the exclusive agreement Luo Qianyu signed with Tencent, she is required to release at least three original singles within six months of signing. Currently, there is no progress.

"Ma Dongteng is pressing me," Luo Qianyu said, pointing to the screen. "It's all written in black and white in the contract. You helped me sign it, you can't expect me to breach the contract, can you?"

Xu Qing glanced at the data page.

"Then you can sing something else. I'll write it later."

"I don't want anything else." Luo Qianyu took her phone back. "I want to sing 'Xiao Yu'."

Xu Qing put down her bowl. "This song was written specifically for you, not for the market."

Luo Qianyu rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him. "Just because I wrote it, I can't sing it?"

"Singing is fine. Singing at home."

Luo Qianyu stood up and walked around behind Xu Qing. She put both hands on his shoulders.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"What are you afraid of?"

Xu Qing remained silent for two seconds.

Luo Qianyu rested her chin on his head.

Are you afraid I'll ruin it? Or are you afraid everyone will know this song was written for me?

Xu Qing didn't turn around.

"I'm not afraid."

"That settles it then." Luo Qianyu patted his shoulder. "Besides, when we sang it together for the last time last night, you thought it sounded good, right? You smiled. Don't think I didn't see it."

Xu Qing picked up the bowl and stood up.

"I wasn't laughing. My mouth was just twitching."

"Come on."

Xu Qing put the bowl into the kitchen sink. He turned on the tap. He had his back to Luo Qianyu.

"You really want to sing?"

"I really want to."

"The lyrics will remain unchanged."

"No changes."

"Not even the last sentence will be changed?"