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

Xu Qing looked at Zhang Henian with a deep and touching gaze.

"Master, you say this is a crime."

"But in my eyes."

"These scratches are more valuable than the original paint."

"Because every scratch holds evidence of her love for me."

"I know the truth perfectly well."

"But I can't expose her."

"If I expose her, all her little schemes will be for nothing."

"So I pretended to be very happy."

"I said this instrument may be a bit old, but the tone is really good."

"I saw her secretly breathe a sigh of relief."

"I think..."

Xu Qing paused.

"I think that's the cutest expression I've ever seen in my life."

The entire room fell into a deathly silence; even the hot-tempered Zhang Henian remained silent.

Looking at the young man in front of him wearing a sweatshirt that cost only a few dozen yuan, he suddenly felt that the toolbox in his hands was a bit heavy.

Luo Tianxiong put down his teacup with a soft sound, then turned his head to look at the screen.

The old man's eyes reddened. "My daughter."

You didn't just find a boyfriend, you found a nemesis who's going to move your dad to death with gratitude!

So this kid knew everything; he was just playing along with your act.

Are you two dating or acting in a spy movie?

Behind the screen, Luo Qianyu tightly covered her mouth.

Tears flowed like a burst dam, trickling down between my fingers.

She dared not make a sound; she had always thought she had disguised herself perfectly.

She always thought Xu Qing truly believed it was a broken zither.

original.

That fool is herself; she knows everything.

He silently accepted the expensive gift and silently protected her lie.

It also protects the dignity she wanted to protect in him.

"call……"

Zhang Henian breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his slightly sore eyes.

"Alright."

"I've spent my whole life repairing instruments."

"I've heard quite a few stories."

"This one today really broadened my horizons."

Zhang Henian put his glasses back on, and his tone softened considerably.

"Since you know its value, why keep these scars?"

"Then I won't say anything."

"but……"

Zhang Henian pointed to the scratches.

"To restore its shine, this entire layer must be sanded off and repainted."

"This is the most standard repair procedure."

"And it can protect the wood to the greatest extent."

Xu Qing shook her head resolutely.

"no."

"It cannot be ground."

"Not a single one of these scratches can be missing."

Zhang Henian became anxious.

Why are you so stubborn, child?

"How can you repair it without grinding it down?"

"It's like someone's face is covered in scars, and you don't want the doctor to remove them, but instead want to keep them as souvenirs?"

"right."

Xu Qing looked at the guitar.

"I'll keep it as a souvenir."

"All you need to do is fix the cracks on the panel."

"And the problem of dampness has been solved."

"The others."

Even the smallest scratch.

"That's what she left behind herself."

"It's part of this instrument."

"It's also a part of me."

"If you grind them down, this violin won't be the one Xiaoyu gave me anymore."

Zhang Henian was so angry he was speechless. He turned to look at Luo Tianxiong.

"Old Luo, listen to this."

"Is this even human language?"

"I'm here to repair instruments, not to protect cultural relics!"

Looking at the stubborn Xu Qing, Luo Tianxiong's last bit of prejudice vanished.

He had previously thought that although the kid was talented, he came from a very humble background.

Could it be because he's after the family's money?

Now he understands.

In this young man's eyes, money is really nothing.

He cares.

Only that silly girl named Xiaoyu.

"Old Zhang."

Luo Tianxiong spoke up.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Let's listen to him."

"The customer is king."

"We'll see."

Luo Tianxiong pointed to the zither.

"I think he's right."

"Keep these scratches."

"This is the soul of this instrument."

Zhang Henian rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"You pay for it, you make the decisions."

"I'm just a laborer."

The old man muttered something as he opened his toolbox.

Take out a set of sophisticated instruments.

There are also various glues and clamps that look very expensive.

"Let's be clear from the start."

"This method of repair is more difficult."

"We need to repair the internal damage without damaging the external appearance."

"This is embroidery work."

"And it has to be fixed tonight?"

Luo Tianxiong nodded.

"Tonight must be good."

"He's going to take it with him tomorrow... to use it."

Zhang Henian sighed.

"Alright."

"I'll risk my life to keep you company tonight."

The master began his work, and the living room fell silent.

Only the occasional clanging of tools could be heard; Xu Qing did not return to her seat.

He moved a chair and sat down less than a meter away from Zhang Henian.

His eyes were fixed on it without blinking.

They were afraid that Zhang Henian's hand might tremble, or that he might accidentally scratch off a piece of paint when he wasn't paying attention.

That level of focus.

It's like family members waiting outside the operating room, watching every move the surgeon makes.

Luo Tianxiong didn't dare to speak loudly.

He stayed right beside her.

Time passed by, second by second.

Sweat beaded on Zhang Henian's forehead.

He is working on the crack.

Special glue needs to be used to penetrate it, and then it needs to be fixed with clamps.

The force must be controlled just right.

Xu Qing was so engrossed in watching.

In addition, I had a stomachache and broke out in a cold sweat earlier.

He felt a little hot.

Subconsciously, I rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie.

The sleeves that originally covered the wrists were pushed up to the elbows.

In that very instant.

Luo Tianxiong's gaze froze.

On Xu Qing's thin wrist.

It was covered with scars, haphazardly.

Some of them looked like they had been cut by a sharp weapon.

Some of them look like bruises left after being hit by a heavy object.

Especially the area near the pulse.

There was a long scar, the flesh of which had been rolled up. Although it has healed now, it still looks shocking.

This doesn't look like a hand holding a pen to write a book at all.

It doesn't look like the hand that plays guitar.

He looks more like a laborer who has worked on construction sites for decades.

"Your hand..."

Luo Tianxiong couldn't help but ask a question.

"How did this happen?"

Xu Qing glanced down.

His expression was very calm.

It was as if those scars weren't on his body.

"It's nothing."

Xu Qing pulled her sleeve down further to cover the scars.

"Left from when I used to carry bricks on construction sites."

"That Taoist priest was scratched by steel bars."

"At that time, I didn't have the money to go to the hospital for stitches."

"He just casually burned it with some tobacco, wrapped it in a cloth, and kept working." (Don't believe this nonsense.)

Luo Tianxiong frowned.

"Weren't you already writing a book back then?"

"Although it wasn't as popular at the beginning as it is now."

"But surely it doesn't warrant having to do manual labor?"

Xu Qing stared at the syringe in Zhang Henian's hand, which was injecting glue.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused.

"Even if you make money from writing books, it's paid out monthly."

"Sometimes it can even be several months late."

"But back then."

"Xiaoyu told me she's going to have surgery."

"I urgently need three thousand yuan."

"I can't wait for the royalties to arrive."

"I went to a construction site and found a day-wage job."

"Two hundred yuan for a day of bricklaying."

"Including the night shift, it can be around 350."

Xu Qing smiled.

It's very light.

"I worked for ten days."

"Besides eating and buying water."

"When you turn it around for her."

"I think that was the most fulfilling day of my life."

Luo Tianxiong felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy hammer.

This is for the Luo family now.

Not even enough money for breakfast.

Even that unopened bottle of red wine from earlier could be worth a hundred times three thousand.