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

"Do you know?"

"How much I miss you without you."

The moment those words were spoken, the few haters who had been whistling suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Guitarist Lao Zhao is a seasoned veteran. Although he hadn't rehearsed before, he understood Xu Qing's gesture.

Enter the drum.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dull thud of the bass drum was like a heartbeat, pounding against everyone's chest.

Xu Qing suddenly raised her head.

He stomped hard on the distortion effect device that the bodyguard had "physically reinforced" with his right foot.

Sizzle—!!!

That Brazilian rosewood guitar, worth a house, let out the most ferocious roar of its life.

The intense distortion instantly tore through the air, violently dismantling the originally gentle prelude and turning it into an aggressive metallic roar.

The day we broke up, I watched you walk away!

Xu Qing roared.

It wasn't singing, it was yelling.

The veins on his neck bulged instantly, like wriggling earthworms.

That shout startled the man in the first row who was holding a "Refund" sign, causing his hand to tremble and the sign to fall to the ground with a thud.

This is rock and roll.

"All promises have come to an end!"

Xu Qing's fingers swept wildly across the strings. He was now treating that expensive folk guitar like a heavy metal weapon, each strumming sounding as if he were about to cut something in two.

Backstage, director Wang Gang stared at the monitor, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"This is insane..." Wang Gang muttered to himself, "Is this supposed to be a sad love song? This is practically a debt collection song!"

But then he saw the real-time data in the upper right corner.

Online users: 120 million.

The barrage of comments was so dense and fast that you couldn't read the words at all; you could only see a blur.

"Alone in an empty room!"

"Love and pain are intertwined in my heart!"

Xu Qing closed his eyes, his mind filled with the scene of receiving the "death notice" in Dali that day. The empty room, the WeChat message that would never be answered again, and that damned lie that turned him into a walking corpse.

He hates.

I hate the disease that took Xiaoyu away, and I hate myself even more for being powerless to help it.

But he didn't realize that he was hating the wrong person.

At this very moment, on the judges' panel.

The "Teacher Luo" wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses had her hands under the table tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

Luo Qianyu was trembling all over.

The sunglasses covered her eyes, but they couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

She understood.

Of the thousands of people in the audience, only she understood the meaning behind Xu Qingge's voice.

He was asking: Why did you abandon me? Why did you lie to me? Why did you break your promises?

Every word was like a slap in the face to Luo Qianyu.

"Our love has come this far!"

"Am I being too selfish?"

Xu Qing took a step forward and stepped directly onto the monitor speakers at the edge of the stage.

He looked down at the group of people below the stage who had just been cursing him.

His eyes were fierce, like a wolf guarding its prey.

The hater who had just cursed Xiaoyu for "dying well" was now deathly pale, huddled in his chair, not daring to lift his head.

He felt that Xu Qing would jump down any second and smash his head with a guitar.

In the live stream, the tide turned completely.

Those paid trolls who post online have even forgotten to copy and paste at this moment.

Holy crap... I'm getting goosebumps.

[Who said he was playing the victim? Have you ever seen someone playing the victim this aggressively? This isn't playing the victim, this is attacking someone!]

Although I don't understand rock music, I heard despair. Seriously, it was so despairing, like the kind of despair you feel when you're dancing on a graveyard.

[This singing is undeniably amazing! Those high notes are practically hitting the top of your head!]

Am I the only one who finds the lyrics heartbreaking? Even though Xiaoyu isn't mentioned, every line is a call for her to come back.

Just when the entire audience was overwhelmed by this overwhelming emotion,

Suddenly, a red light appeared on the judges' panel.

"beep--"

A piercing notification sound stood out starkly against the blaring music.

The music didn't stop, but everyone paused for a moment.

It's that judge named Liu Wei.

He is known in the industry for his sharp tongue, and he was also secretly planted by Zhang Ye's company.

Liu Wei frowned, covered his ears with a look of disgust, and kept his hand on the red elimination button.

He originally intended to interrupt Xu Qing's rhythm.

According to the script, the contestants' mentality will be affected to some extent whenever a judge presses the buzzer.

But he underestimated Xu Qing.

Or rather, Xu Qing can't see him at all right now.

Xu Qing didn't even lift her eyelids.

"If love could start over!"

"I would give up everything for you!"

boom!

Xu Qing used a shrill, strained tone for this sentence.

The grainy texture produced by the friction of the vocal cords, combined with the distortion of the guitar, was like a bomb exploding in the studio.

Liu Wei was so startled by the shout that he almost fell over, chair and all.

The audience below the stage was furious.

Everyone was on the edge of their seats, just getting into the zone, and then why did you, the judge, press the buzzer?

"Are you sick in the head?!"

"Get out!"

"You know nothing about rock and roll!"

Someone shouted something, and then several hot-tempered guys in the front row threw their light sticks at the judges' table.

Liu Wei was so frightened that he covered his head and ran away, completely losing his composure as a judge.

And just then...

Ke Min, who was sitting next to Liu Wei, suddenly stood up.

She neither pressed the light switch nor spoke.

She just stood there.

Raise both hands high and clap your hands vigorously.

Even though her applause was drowned out by the loud music, her attitude spoke volumes.

This is the highest tribute to a singer.

Backstage lounge.

The mineral water bottle in Zhang Ye's hand had been crushed. Water spilled all over his pants, but he didn't bother to wipe it off.

He stared intently at Xu Qing on the screen.

His face was deathly pale, and his lips were trembling.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

What stage design, what backup dancers, what meticulously designed costumes?

Faced with absolute vitality, those things are as cheap as plastic flowers.

Xu Qing wasn't competing at all.

He was singing with his life on the line.

"This... how can we compare?" The manager next to him was also dumbfounded, stammering, "This aura, even a superstar would have to give way."

Zhang Ye turned his head and glared fiercely at his agent: "Shut up! Where's the technician? Didn't she say she was going to loosen the threads? Why is she making such a loud noise?"

The agent shrank back, "I don't know... the technician went in and never came out..."

on the stage.

The song is coming to an end.

Xu Qing's voice was already hoarse.

The taste of blood churned in his throat.

But he didn't stop.

The guitar strumming speed increased, and the drumbeats became denser, as if a storm was about to engulf the world.

"The nights I miss you!"

"I wish you could be by my side!"

I wonder if you can still change your mind about me!

Xu Qing stared at a point in the void.

He felt as if he were seeing that night three years ago again.

Little Fish, wearing a mask, squatted under the streetlight waiting for him. It snowed heavily that day, and frost clung to her eyelashes. When she saw him approaching, her eyes curved into crescent moons with a smile.

That was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in his life.

"Oh—the night I miss you!"

"Please let me love you one more time!"

Xu Qing practically screamed these words while crying.

That extreme humility and extreme rage twisted together, creating immense tension.

Luo Qianyu could no longer control herself.

She suddenly lowered her head and buried her face in her hands.

His shoulders were heaving violently.

She wanted to rush up.

I wanted to rush up and hug him, to tell him: I'm here, I've always been here, I'm not dead, I'm not rotten, I still love you, please stop singing, stop torturing yourself.

But she can't.

Her current identity is "Teacher Luo".

If she rushes in, tomorrow's headlines will be "Luo family heiress fakes her death to fool her ex-boyfriend".

Public opinion will tear Xu Qing apart and say he's a clown who's just playing along.

She could only endure it.

I bit my lip until it bled to endure the pain.

"Let love return to its origin..."

The music gradually faded out.

Xu Qing stopped playing the zither.

But he didn't stop.

He held his guitar and let out one last shout at the empty space above.

"Come back!"

"I'm waiting for you!!!"