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

The word "small fish" was mentioned.

Xu Qing's voice trembled slightly, and Luo Tianxiong felt a pang of sadness. What a good child.

Even after being so easily deceived by her own foolish daughter, she still thinks of thanking her on her behalf.

"Don't mention it!"

Luo Tianxiong waved his hand, trying to make his tone sound more relaxed.

"Let's go, let's go to the study."

"Since you're here, why don't you take a look at my collection?"

"I bought all of your books."

Luo Tianxiong led Xu Qing up to the second floor.

The study door was pushed open.

Xu Qing was stunned.

This study is three times larger than his rented room.

But it is not important.

The most important thing is the huge mahogany bookshelf in the very center of the study.

There weren't any famous or ancient books on the bookshelf.

There is only one type of book.

"Zhu Xian"

From the earliest serialized version to the later deluxe edition, and then to the collector's edition.

There were even a few early sample copies that Xu Qing himself could hardly find.

Each book was sealed in a thick vacuum bag.

They were neatly stacked there.

It's like offering up some rare treasure.

"this……"

Xu Qing was somewhat dazed.

He didn't expect it.

In this mansion reeking of money.

It's amazing that someone actually cherishes his writing so much.

"How is it? Spectacular, isn't it?"

Luo Tianxiong walked over and pointed to one of the sets of books.

His face showed a look of deep sorrow and grief.

"Master, don't laugh at me."

I've read this set of books more than a dozen times.

"Especially when Biyao blocked that sword for Zhang Xiaofan."

"I cried so hard."

"I haven't eaten for three whole days."

"My eyes are all swollen from crying."

As Luo Tianxiong spoke, he pretended to wipe the corner of his eye.

In fact, he had never read the book.

These plot points were all "reading comprehension" exercises that he had his secretary prepare for him at the last minute.

But these words...

But it was like a bullet.

It struck Xu Qing's heart most precisely.

Xu Qing walked over.

I gently stroked the cover of the book through the plastic bag.

His eyes softened considerably.

"She liked this part too."

Xu Qing said softly.

"I asked her that before."

"If you encounter danger one day, will you be as foolish as Biyao?"

She said yes.

She said she didn't care if her soul was scattered, as long as it could save me.

Xu Qing smiled.

His smile was bitter.

"Back then, I laughed at her for being silly."

"I didn't expect that."

In the end, she really didn't let me see her leave.

Luo Tianxiong stood to the side.

Hearing these words...

My back was covered in cold sweat.

This is a huge misunderstanding.

The lie her daughter told about having a "disfiguring terminal illness" to secure a government job has now become a demon in this young man's heart.

In the corner of the study.

A huge Suzhou embroidery screen was displayed.

Behind the screen.

Luo Qianyu was wearing a loose set of loungewear.

He huddled in the shadows.

She was clutching a red string bracelet tightly in her hand.

That was the first gift Xu Qing gave her.

Street vendor goods.

Two for five yuan.

She lied to Xu Qing at the time, saying that she had never worn jewelry.

Actually, the jewelry in my house is so much that it could be used to open a museum.

just now.

Through the gap in the screen, she looked at Xu Qing's thin profile and the forlorn gesture he made as he stroked the book. Her heart ached so much she felt like she was suffocating.

She wanted to rush out.

I wanted to tell him, "I'm not stupid, I'm not dead, I'm right here."

But she can't, at least not now.

In the study, fearing that Xu Qing might do something bad if she continued to be so sad, Luo Tianxiong quickly changed the subject.

His gaze fell on the violin case that Xu Qing had been holding.

"Cough cough."

Luo Tianxiong coughed twice.

"Wow, amazing!"

"When I was watching the live stream, I heard that your instrument... is sick?"

Xu Qing came to her senses.

He glanced down at the violin case in his arms and nodded.

"Um."

"I got hit by something outside just now."

"The panel seems to have a slight crack."

"And it got damp."

His tone was full of self-blame, like that of a father who had failed to take good care of his child.

"This is good stuff."

Luo Tianxiong leaned closer and glanced at it, pretending to look.

"A custom-made Brazilian rosewood piece from Bourgeois."

"This wood is more expensive than gold."

"If it gets damp and isn't dealt with promptly, the sound quality will be ruined."

Actually, he knew nothing about guitars; this was just information his secretary had given him.

However, this guitar looked quite familiar to him; it seemed like he had one before.

Xu Qing glanced at Luo Tianxiong with some surprise.

"You know about the zither?"

"I know a little, I know a little."

Luo Tianxiong waved his hand and started talking nonsense.

"I played in a band when I was young."

"But that's the old Chinese calendar."

"I happen to know a few friends who work in the woodworking industry."

"Their craftsmanship is unparalleled; they're the ones who repair the tables, chairs, and benches in the Forbidden City when they break."

Luo Tianxiong patted his chest.

"If you trust me."

"Leave the zither here for one night."

"I'll have them come over to get it for you tonight."

"I guarantee I'll return a perfectly intact violin to you by tomorrow morning."

Xu Qing hesitated. This zither had never left his sight; it was "a house" that Xiao Yu had given him.

"This is too much trouble for you."

"No trouble at all!"

Luo Tianxiong quickly said.

"Consider this a small gift from a fan to the great author."

"We'll see."

"This zither is also a keepsake that Xiaoyu left for you."

"You don't want it to break, do you?"

These words struck Xu Qing's weak spot once again.

Yes, this is something Xiaoyu left behind. If it really breaks, he will be held responsible to the death.

Xu Qing remained silent for a few seconds.

at last.

He placed the violin case, which he cherished as if it were his life, on the desk, as gently as if he were placing a sleeping baby in it.

"Then... I'll leave it to you."

Xu Qing raised her head and looked at Luo Tianxiong with sincere eyes.

"If it can be fixed."

"I'll pay whatever it costs."

Luo Tianxiong was overjoyed; he had finally managed to get his hands on the kid's stuff.

As long as the piano is here, you can't escape.

"Talking about money is vulgar!"

Luo Tianxiong laughed heartily.

"I don't have any other hobbies, I just love making friends."

"Let's go, let's eat first."

"I've been starving waiting for you, even though I'm an old man."

Behind the screen, Luo Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at her father's cunning and shrewd appearance.

For the first time, I realized that having a rich dad can actually be quite useful.