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

Luo Qianyu's palms were sweaty, and Xu Qing carried the old guitar with the clownfish sticker on his back.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

Xu Qing turned her head and looked at Luo Qianyu's face hidden behind the mask.

"You can handle it."

"But Su Man sang so perfectly just now."

"Perfection is something machines do." Xu Qing patted her head. "A person's singing needs to have a living, breathing quality."

Luo Qianyu slapped his hand away.

"Don't mess up my hair."

"Who's going to notice your hairstyle when you're wearing a mask?"

"That won't work either."

Xu Qing didn't argue with her, and simply adjusted the guitar strap.

"What did I say to you in the recording studio yesterday?"

Luo Qianyu was stunned for a moment. She remembered that Xu Qing had thrown the sheet music on the table and pointed to the lyrics.

"Don't think about how to make vocal transitions or how to create resonance in this song."

"Just think about two things."

"First, when you were being sidelined, when Sister Hong canceled all your appearances, when you were alone on the street holding an 80 million yuan termination contract, how much hatred did you feel?"

"Secondly, now that you're standing here, no matter how badly you sing, I'll cover for you."

"Show me all your resentment and your current confidence."

Luo Qianyu took a breath and wiped the sweat from her palms on her clothes.

"I've got it."

The stagehand pushed open the door.

"Bluebird and Flying Fish, prepare to enter the arena."

Xu Qing walked in front, and Luo Qianyu followed behind. When the two reached the entrance of the passage, they ran into Su Man and Chen Che, who were coming off the field.

Su Man glanced at Luo Qianyu, her chin held high.

Chen Che stopped in his tracks, staring at the old guitar in Xu Qing's hand, without looking at Luo Qianyu.

"I didn't use any electronic devices."

Xu Qing didn't even turn his head.

"It's no use to me."

Chen Che watched Xu Qing's retreating figure.

Don't let me down.

Xu Qing ignored him and walked straight to the stage. All the lights in the studio went out.

Only a single white spotlight shone on the center of the stage, where Xu Qing sat on a high stool, with Luo Qianyu standing beside him.

The audience was completely silent; everyone was waiting.

What kind of tricks will this duo pull off today, the one who blew everyone away with their 24-track string orchestra last time?

Xu Qing lowered his head, plucked the strings with his right hand, and several crisp and clean arpeggios rang out.

Just an acoustic guitar for accompaniment.

On the judges' panel, Zhou Zhengping was stunned, and Yang Fan was also stunned.

What is this? Street performance?

In the VIP viewing room, Wang Jianguo burst out laughing.

"You're comparing something like this to Steinway?"

Wang Jianguo picked up his glass of red wine and took a sip.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

on the stage.

Luo Qianyu gripped the microphone with both hands, didn't look at the audience below, and closed her eyes.

"I've been lonely for so long and it still hasn't gotten better."

The first line of lyrics came out.

Several people in the audience felt a chill run down their spines. Luo Qianyu's voice was completely different from before; it was dry and hoarse, and she was uttering each word slowly and deliberately.

"It feels like the whole world is secretly laughing at me."

"How proud and vulnerable can I be?"

"I get knocked down the moment I see you."

Fang Hong, who had been leaning back in his chair, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing these four sentences.

"After waking up the sleeping iceberg, he calmly escaped."

"You always find a way to do it easily."

"A smile from afar can stir up a raging storm."

"I can smell the tears welling up again."

Xu Qing's guitar playing was kept at a very low volume, not stealing the spotlight, but providing Luo Qianyu with a reliable rhythm.

"You clearly love me too, there's no reason why our love shouldn't have a happy ending."

"If you dare to be brave, why should we miss out?"

Upon reaching this point, Luo Qianyu's voice suddenly rose in pitch, without any warning, directly using her true voice to rise to the occasion.

"Don't think of me now that the night is long and many things may happen!"

"You'll see how painful it is then!"

As soon as those two lines were sung, Zhang Xiaohua in the front row instantly teared up.

"Those joys were so rare and precious back then."

"You really have the ability to let go."

"The beautiful dream that had just come true was shattered in the blink of an eye."

"I hope you can really sleep well."

Luo Qianyu opened her eyes, and the eyes beneath the mask shone with an alarming brightness.

She looked at the camera.

"You clearly love me the most, there's no reason why our love shouldn't have a happy ending."

"If you dare to be brave, why should we miss out?"

"The night is long and many dreams may arise, so don't think of me."

"It's best not to come asking for an apology when the time comes."

As Xu Qing's strumming intensified in the chorus, the resonant sound from the guitar body echoed throughout the studio.

Luo Qianyu's fingers, gripping the microphone tightly, turned white from the force.

She thought of Xu Qing, of that dark basement, and of his back as he stayed up all night researching for her.

She is not alone now.

She felt confident.

"Don't go crazy thinking about me!"

Luo Qianyu's last syllable was drawn out.

Even towards the end, a slightly hoarse, broken voice emerged.

Suman would not allow herself to make such a mistake.

But Luo Qianyu did not collect it.

The distorted voice lingered for several seconds in the quiet studio.

As Xu Qing once said, real pain is more valuable than perfect technique.

"You still love me, so there's no reason why our love shouldn't have a happy ending."

"If you dare to be brave, why should we miss out?"

The last chorus.

Luo Qianyu had used up all her strength.

She was practically shouting into the microphone.

"If the night is long, many things may happen, so don't think of me!"

The guitar music stopped abruptly.

The studio fell silent.

Luo Qianyu was panting heavily.

She brought the microphone closer.

Her voice trembled as she sang the last line.

"I wait until night to listen to you tell me how much you love me."

The last word vanished into the air.

Xu Qing's fingers pressed on the strings.

The lingering sound was cut off.

No one spoke or moved in the studio.

Five minutes passed, and no one in the audience had recovered.

A boy in the back row covered his face with his hands. He thought of his ex-girlfriend, whom he had dated for four years, who left him because he was poor.

Zhang Xiaohua, who was in the front row, had already started crying.

Fang Hong looked at the two people on the stage and picked up the microphone in front of him.

But he didn't say anything.

Fang Hong stood up abruptly, clapped his hands together, and clapped vigorously.

Wen Xiaoman also stood up, clapping as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.

With the judges taking the lead, the audience finally realized what was happening.

Applause erupted, accompanied by screams and whistles, and someone was calling Luo Qianyu's name.

The entire studio was so noisy that you couldn't hear anything.

Zhou Zhengping sat in the chair, his face ashen.

He wanted to find fault.

He wanted to say that Luo Qianyu's off-key voice was a major mistake.

But he dared not say it.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, the audience would throw water bottles at him.

Yang Fan lowered his head so much that he almost buried it in the table.

Inside the VIP viewing room.

The wine glass in Wang Jianguo's hand stopped in mid-air.

The sneer on his face was long gone, and his brows were furrowed.

Wang Jianguo slammed the glass down on the coffee table, spilling red wine and staining the carpet.

"What kind of thing is this?!"

Wang Jianguo cursed.

But he knew in his heart what the effect would be if the song were broadcast.

No need for online trolls or marketing.

This song is sure to top the charts once it's released.

In the backstage corridor.

Chen Che leaned against the wall, watching the broadcast screen and the audience below the stage, which was in an uproar.

He raised his left hand, glanced at the silver ring on his ring finger, and then closed his eyes.

He knew he had lost again.

They lost completely.

Su Man sang exceptionally well. Her pitch was perfect, her breathing was precise, and she calculated every detail flawlessly.

But once Luo Qianyu opened her mouth, all of that was in vain.

This is not a battle between producers at all.

Xu Qing didn't even do any composing; he just let Luo Qianyu sing out everything in her heart.

One guitar is enough.

Despite losing like this, Chen Che didn't seem to have much of a temper.

At the other end of the corridor.

Su Man stood at the door of the dressing room.

Her face was deathly pale.

She understood.

All her years of practice were nothing compared to that song.

Chen Che opened his eyes and walked up to Su Man.

"Get ready for the next episode."

Su Man bit her lip.

I didn't lose.

Chen Che looked at her.

Technically, you didn't lose.

"But musically, we lost everything."

on the stage.

Luo Qianyu stood there, listening to the cheers from below the stage.

She turned to look at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing put down his guitar and looked at her.

"You didn't sing off-key."

Luo Qianyu smiled.

Tears slid down the edge of the mask.

She didn't wipe it.

Luo Qianyu walked straight over and hugged Xu Qing in front of the entire audience.

Xu Qing paused for a moment, then raised her hands, letting Luo Qianyu hug her.

You're sweaty.

"I don't care."

"My clothes are very expensive."

"I bought it for you!"

The screams from the audience grew even louder.

Xu Qing sighed, lowered his hand, and gently patted Luo Qianyu's back twice.

"Alright, we won."