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

In that deep shadow.

He saw someone.

He was wearing an oversized black hoodie, a hat, and a mask.

He huddled in the darkness.

That figure.

That posture of hiding oneself.

so similar.

It's so similar.

Xu Qing's mind went blank for a moment.

Was that an illusion?

Did Little Fish come back to see him?

"We've seized this so-called life..."

Xu Qing's voice trembled slightly at this lyric.

The character "生" in "人生" was pronounced incorrectly.

With extreme fear and disbelief.

Immediately following was a very distinct inhalation sound.

The sound of inhaling was amplified countless times through the microphone.

It sounds like a drowning person finally surfacing, gasping for breath.

On the judges' panel.

Ke Min suddenly covered her mouth with her hand.

She heard it.

That vibrato wasn't a technique.

That was an emotional breakdown.

That means they really saw something incredible.

Ke Min followed Xu Qing's gaze.

It was pitch black over there, there was nothing there.

There were only a few staff members present.

But Xu Qing's gaze remained fixed on that spot.

It was filled with both longing and fear.

He feared it was just a dream.

I'm afraid that the shadow will shatter in the blink of an eye.

"Chasing love and hate, exchanging souls."

"Choose an identity that you are satisfied with."

Why should I ask if you're serious?

Xu Qing's voice became even hoarseer.

It even started to sound like crying.

He dared not stop.

He was afraid that if he stopped, the shadow would disappear.

From the side curtain.

Luo Qianyu was trembling all over.

She saw Xu Qing's eyes.

That look in her eyes was heartbreaking.

It's like an abandoned puppy suddenly seeing its owner's back on a street corner.

I wanted to rush over, but I was afraid of mistaking someone for someone else and getting beaten up.

We can only proceed cautiously and tentatively.

"Xu Qing..."

Luo Qianyu bit the back of her hand.

He swallowed the shout back.

We can't go out.

If we go out now, everything will be over.

Those haters will say this is scripted.

They would say Xu Qing is a liar.

She had to hold back.

For him.

The image on the large screen on the stage changed.

The sand artist's hand erased the lonely little figure.

It depicts a scene of heavy snowfall.

on the snow.

There was only one set of footprints.

That was left behind by the little figure who just left.

The wind and snow are blowing.

The footprints are getting fainter and fainter.

At last.

It was completely buried.

Nothing was left.

"The rings on our fingertips are proof that urge us to sink into depravity."

"After a few rotations, they become our deep fingerprints."

Xu Qing withdrew her gaze.

He dared not look anymore.

He told himself it must be a hallucination.

The little fish has already left.

The "brother" said she looked terrible when she left.

She loves beauty so much.

She definitely wouldn't want to see her like this.

The person hiding behind the curtain might just be a staff member passing by.

Or perhaps it was delusions born from his longing for someone so intense that he fell ill.

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

Two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks.

It dripped onto the piano board.

"Stay warm in the hearts of everyone you've ever loved."

"Having loved and hated many times, the more you look at it, the more it hurts."

"How long did it take to endure youth, only to hate others?"

"Fearless..."

The last four words.

Xu Qing sang almost in a breathy voice.

It was as light as a sigh.

The guitar's last notes trembled in the air.

For a long time.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

No one applauded.

No one cheered.

Everyone was overwhelmed by this overwhelming sense of despair.

This is not singing.

This is clearly tearing open one's own wounds, exposing the flesh and blood inside to everyone.

It hurts so much.

It really hurts so much.

Xu Qing remained in the same position as when he last pressed the string.

Not moving at all.

He didn't want to open his eyes.

He wanted to stay in this dark world a little longer.

At least here.

He could still fool himself into thinking that the little fish was listening to him sing in that corner.

From the side curtain.

Luo Qianyu was crying so hard she could barely stand.

She held onto the cold steel pillar, her body slowly sliding down.

She wanted to rush up.

She wanted to hug that man without caring about anything else.

Tell him:

I'm not in pain.

I'm not rotten.

I have never hated anyone.

I only hate myself.

I hate you for leaving you all alone because of that damn dream of becoming a star.

She had already taken a step.

That foot, clad in a limited-edition sneaker, stepped into the halo of light at the edge of the stage.

"Who's there?"

A security guard shone a flashlight over.

The beam of light shone on Luo Qianyu's face.

Luo Qianyu suddenly woke up.

Like a startled rabbit, she quickly shrank back into the shadows.

"I'm a staff member! Checking the equipment!"

She lowered her voice and blurted out something incoherently.

Then he turned around.

She fled the place that had broken her heart in a disheveled state.

She ran very fast.

The oversized hoodie billowed behind her, like a pair of broken wings.

on the stage.

Xu Qing finally opened her eyes.

He looked back at the corner he had just been in.

Empty.

Only a beam of flashlight light was flickering.

really.

It's an illusion.

Xu Qing forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He slowly straightened up.

He bowed deeply to the audience.

"Thanks."

Only two words.

Done.

He picked up his guitar, turned around, and left.

His back view was resolute.

Until his figure completely disappeared into the backstage corridor.

A belated round of applause finally broke out at the scene.

Like thunder.

An older man in the front row was clapping and wiping his nose at the same time.

"Damn it, I've never heard such a bitter song in my life."

"How much suffering must this young man be going through?"

On the judges' panel.

Ke Min's makeup was ruined from crying.

She turned to look at the music critic next to her.

"I won't vote for skill this time."

I cast my vote for that tear.

"Vote for that vibrato."

That was the sound of a soul shattering.

Backstage lounge.

Xu Qing carefully placed the guitar into its case.

His hands were still shaking.

That figure from just now.

That's so true.

It was so real that he could even smell a familiar scent.

That's the unique smell of the little fish.

A very light perfume scent, like grass after rain.

That was the first bottle of perfume he gave her.

I bought it from a street stall; it cost twenty yuan a bottle.

"impossible……"

Xu Qing shook his head.

"She's been gone for a year."

"That cheap perfume has long since evaporated."

"Xu Qing, oh Xu Qing."

"You're insane."