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

The third episode of "I Am a Singer" was broadcast live globally.

In front of the monitor in the waiting area, Luo Qianyu nestled in a folding chair, with half a bag of beef jerky spread out on a small coffee table.

Today she is ranked sixth, and Xu Qing is ranked third.

Forty minutes ago, Xu Qing had just finished singing and left the stage. Now, who knows where she has disappeared into the audience.

The performances of the first four singers were all solid. Lin Bonian's rock arrangement scored 87.3 points, and Kay Tse's folk song brought tears to half the floor.

This level of solid, understated excellence would be considered top-tier in any music variety show.

Until the fifth person took the stage.

The host walked to the center of the stage, flipped open his cue cards, and visibly hesitated for a moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen—next, please welcome Adam Lambert."

As usual, applause erupted; the more than three thousand people had become accustomed to the presence of this "Great Demon King".

"The song he chose for this episode is—"

The large screen lights up.

Three Chinese characters landed squarely on everyone's retina:

Need Someone to Accompany Me

The waiting area became so quiet you could hear a pin drop; even the hum of the air conditioning vents sounded jarring.

Lin Bonian's hand, holding the water glass, froze at his lips, while Kay Tse's earphones, hanging around her neck, remained in place.

What is that?

Chinese songs?

With his broken Chinese, he can't even pronounce "hello" properly as "nihao"?

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw the small print in the bottom right corner of the screen.

Lyrics and music: Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze

Luo Qianyu almost dropped the beef jerky in her hand.

Good guy.

He not only chose Chinese songs.

He even chose a song written by Xu Qing! This move really broadened his horizons!

The lights went out.

A spotlight shone down from the dome, relentlessly targeting the grand piano in the center of the stage.

Adam emerged from the side curtain.

White T-shirt, old jeans, and faded canvas shoes.

There was no large accompaniment band, no in-ear monitors, and not even a music stand.

He went straight to the piano and sat down.

His hands rested on the piano keys in a very casual manner, as if he were stretching on the sofa in his own living room.

The prelude begins.

The minimalist piano sound, one note after another falling out, as slow as the ticking of a pendulum in the dead of night.

Then he spoke.

"Open the window and let loneliness breathe—"

Three people in the waiting area gasped simultaneously.

It wasn't because of the lyrics, but because of his pronunciation.

Every single word is impeccably clear! Retroflex consonants, alveolar consonants, front nasal consonants, back nasal consonants—not a single syllable is ambiguous, and there's not a trace of the awkwardness or strain that foreigners sometimes have when they sing Chinese.

This is absolutely breathtaking!

"This room is so enclosed—"

Luo Qianyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

She remembered the first time she met him; the man couldn't even speak a complete sentence in Chinese.

But the pronunciation coming out of that voice is more standard than 80% of the domestic singers in the waiting area!

The cheers still linger in the air—

"As magnificent as if no one were there."

As the first verse concludes, the piano melody flows from his fingertips.

The atmosphere in the studio with over three thousand people completely changed. The silence wasn't polite listening; it was as if a terrifying, oppressive force had gripped their throats.

"I gradually lost consciousness—"

The true voice sinks deep, directly to the very bottom of the chest cavity resonance. The sound is as thick as a deep-sea current, carrying an undeniable weight.

"Just consider it a form of self-escape—"

The final syllable of each word carried a faint, almost imperceptible breath. It wasn't a display of skill, but rather a genuine, crushed emotion leaking through the gaps between the fingers.

"You flew to the edge of the sky—"

"I don't even want to guess where it landed."

The final note rose by a very subtle minor second.

At the highest point of the true voice, the vocal cords gently contract.

The falsetto was perfectly integrated.

There are no seams, no breaks. It's like a piece of fine silk turned inside out, with top-quality texture on both sides.

In the front row of the judges' panel, Fang Hong dropped his pen on the table, but he didn't even bother to pick it up.

The chorus is here.

Adam's right hand left the keys, and the piano accompaniment was instantly reduced to only the bass notes of his left hand.

One moment, one moment.

Like a lonely, beating heart in an empty house.

"One Me—"

"We need dreams." The voice began to rise.

"We need direction." Keep going.

"Tears are needed—"

In the word "tears", both the true voice and the falsetto are used simultaneously.

It's not switching, it's overlaying!

The same throat, the same moment, two completely different vocal qualities intertwined.

This is something that human vocal cords simply cannot do.

But he did it! This is pure, unadulterated power from a max-level player!

"What we need most is someone to light up the darkness of the sky—"

The right hand slammed back onto the keys, and the bass chords surged up like giant waves, colliding violently with the voice.

The air in the entire studio was trembling.

"I am powerless to do anything more—"

"Irresistible—"

"There's no way out—"

The three short sentences, each heavier than the last, created a sound pressure that rose like steps.

"In this silent night, I need someone to be with me."

He didn't push the last three words upwards; instead, he let them fall directly downwards.

The sound plummeted from immense force to deathly silence in an instant, as faint as a sigh uttered into the air at three in the morning.

In the waiting area, Lin Bonian placed his water cup on the ground.

Instead of placing it on the table, I bent down and put it at my feet. It was as if the glass of water had suddenly become too heavy to hold.

The second verse.

"I can't see clearly when I close my eyes—"

"This double bed lacks warmth."

The final syllable of each word was tinged with mist, the voice damp, like the lingering dew of dawn.

"Who will stay with me until dawn?"

He deliberately paused half a beat before the character "明".

This brief pause left the breaths of over three thousand people hanging in the air.

"Pierce through this misty silence."

"I gradually lost consciousness—"

"Just consider it a form of self-escape—"

"You flew to the edge of the sky—"

I no longer guess where it landed.

The volume was pushed up by half a notch during the second chorus.

There was no screaming; the sheer volume created by the full resonance of the chest and head cavities was like a silent, rising tide that swept over everyone's heads.

"I need dreams, I need direction, I need tears—"

"What we need most is someone to light up the darkness of the sky—"

"I am powerless, unable to resist, and have nowhere to retreat—"

"In this silent night, I need someone to be with me."

Then, the third chorus.

Adam stood up.

The piano music stopped abruptly when both hands left the keys completely.

On the entire stage, only his voice could be heard.

Sing a cappella!

Without any musical instruments, relying solely on a human voice, he unleashed his full power in front of three thousand people!

"One Me—"

"We need dreams, we need direction, we need tears—"

"What we need most is someone to light up the darkness of the sky—"

He tilted his head slightly, the spotlight shining on his face, his golden hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

In the corner of the last row of the audience seats.

Xu Qing pulled the brim of his hat down to his nose and huddled in his seat, motionless.

But his left hand, resting on his knee, was clenched into a fist.

He knows better than anyone else.

This song, "Need Someone to Accompany Me," was written when he was twenty years old. Back then, he casually posted it on an obscure platform, and it flopped without a trace, garnering less than 500,000 plays.

Now, Adam turned it over.

Not a single sound was changed, not a single word was altered.

But with a voice that could crush 99 percent of the world's singers, he sang every word in the song as a final farewell, a letter sent six years ago but never received a reply.

"I am powerless, unable to resist, and have nowhere to retreat—"

"This silent night—"

The sound gradually faded.

"Me now—"

Further decrease.

"I need someone to accompany me."

The last three words were so light they almost dissolved into the air, like a drop of water silently merging into the ocean.

silence.

A full eight seconds.

It was two seconds longer than the six seconds he lasted during his first challenge.

Then, applause erupted like a landslide.

More than three thousand people jumped up from their seats in unison.

The cries and screams created a boiling pot of water that tumbled from the first floor to the third, shaking the ceiling lights.

Waiting area.

Folk music icon Kay Tse took off her headphones and let out a long sigh. She glanced at Lin Bonian's expression but said nothing.

Lin Bainian sat in the chair for a long time, stunned, before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"After singing for thirty years, I feel like a primary school student who has just started learning."

This move is truly humiliating to the point of completely dominating their competitors.

No one spoke up to refute it.

That night, the Weibo hot search was completely dominated by the entire event.

#Adam's Chinese Songs Become Gods#

#Adults Hitting Children#

#The Chinese music scene feels the fear of being dominated#

#The domestic music scene is too complacent#

The comments section has completely turned into a massive breach of defense.

[As a native-born Chinese, after hearing this I feel like I've wasted my time learning Chinese. Can anyone understand this despair?]

[A domestic singer was complacent after scoring 95 points, while someone else scored 100 without any preparation. This is like God was practically feeding them talent!]

[Wait a minute—blind student, I've discovered the key point! The lyrics and music for this song are actually by Mingyue Qingfeng? Adam is singing a song written by Xu Qing?? Even the screenwriter wouldn't dare write a plot like this!]

This comment was finally pushed to the top of the trending comments, instantly igniting a new wave of gossip.

Netizens have discerning eyes; the selection of this obscure old song by Ya was definitely not random.

This is clearly using Xu Qing's song to send a message to Xu Qing from afar!

Luo Qianyu sat in the back seat of the taxi on her way home, scrolled through these comments, and then silently locked her screen.

In the front passenger seat, Xu Qing was resting with his eyes closed, his hat brim covering most of his face.

Luo Qianyu stared at his profile for five seconds, then flipped her phone over and placed it face down on her knee.

She pursed her lips, but ultimately asked nothing.

At the same time.

Penguin Music headquarters building, CEO's office.

Ma Dongteng did not watch the live broadcast.

On the large desk in front of him lay a thick stack of documents. The cover bore the words: "Qinghe Education Foundation".

The bottom right corner of each page is stamped with a top-secret seal.

Ma Dongteng spent a full four hours flipping through the financial statements from beginning to end, his gaze finally settling on the cumulative total on the last page.

His fingertips went numb.

He had to count the length of that string of numbers three times in his mind to confirm it—it wasn't millions, nor tens of millions.

That's an astronomical figure that would knock the CFO of any listed company unconscious on the spot.

The source of every payment is clearly stated: royalties from lyrics and music, revenue sharing from overseas licensing, income from the release of film and television OSTs...

All works are from the "Bright Moon and Gentle Breeze" category.

All donated.

Not a single penny was left.

Ma Dongteng closed the folder, leaned back in the boss's chair, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Even in the dust, sparks can be hidden; in the ordinary, legends can be born.

How many more surprises does this kid have in store?

"Xu Qing, oh Xu Qing."

He carefully locked the documents into the three-combination safe under the table, turning the lock cylinder twice.

"If you were to reveal all your cards, you'd scare a million people to death."