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

The opera-style vocals from just now are still lingering above the studio.

The audience's scalps hadn't yet recovered from the numbness.

Xu Qing raised his right hand without any warning.

Wang Dazhu, standing behind him, had been holding back for a long time.

This bald man from a rural area in Northeast China had never been on such a big stage in his life.

But he remembered what Xu Qing had just said.

This is ritual music.

This is the proper way to send someone off on their final journey.

Wang Dazhu's eyes widened.

The thick gold chain around his neck got stuck in his flesh as his muscles tensed.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

His already dark face turned a deep liver color.

His cheeks puffed out.

It looks just like an overinflated pufferfish.

It's simply a raw, primal exhale that uses up all your lung capacity.

"Tick-tock!!!"

That sound.

The studio's sound equipment emitted a sharp whistling sound.

The sound engineer was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost pushed the fader away.

No instrument can describe the domineering nature of this sound.

It doesn't need reverb.

No audio editing is needed.

The moment this sound came out, the electronic synthesized voices that were creating atmosphere on stage instantly became like the hum of a mosquito.

The younger brother who was just complaining about how cold it was now felt like his eardrums were about to burst.

He instinctively covered his ears.

Useless.

The sound seeped through the gaps between the fingers.

He started a concert right in his head.

This is what you call a musical instrument hooligan.

The piano is mute in its presence.

The violin is like sawing wood in front of it.

As soon as the suona sounds, it becomes the absolute main attraction, whether it's a wedding or a funeral.

Wang Dazhu has gone mad with boasting.

His eyes were closed, and his body swayed violently to the rhythm.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Crack—!"

Zhang Tiedan, who was standing next to him, also became fierce.

This 300-pound fat man was surprisingly agile at that moment.

The two large gongs in his hands collided wildly.

The sound of metal clashing was not masked by the violent suona horn.

Instead, it created a more volatile rhythm.

Each strike of the metal shards felt like it was splitting the murky air apart.

The pace is getting faster and faster.

It's getting more and more urgent.

This is not a performance at all.

This is an outpouring of anger.

They're fighting against God for people.

On the judges' panel.

The long-haired judge originally wanted to pretend to be someone who "knows a lot".

I can't keep up the act anymore.

He felt a buzzing in his head.

The penetrating power of this audio made his heart, which had been emptied by years of alcohol and women, pound wildly.

He wanted to call a halt.

But he couldn't open his mouth.

The sound was so dense that it made one's chest feel stuffy.

Meanwhile, in the background.

Zhang Ye's group was completely dumbfounded.

The rapper named Li Xiu stared at the screen with his mouth agape.

He was just now boasting about his so-called "explosive performance".

Compared to the sound of the suona, it's like playing house.

Li Xiu even felt that the glass in the studio was about to shatter.

"This...this is a foul, isn't it?"

Li Xiu stammered as he asked the question.

Zhang Ye remained silent.

His face was deathly pale as he stared intently at Wang Dazhu, who was shaking his head on the stage.

He spent millions to hire a top-notch orchestra.

Those highly educated musicians in tuxedos.

At this moment, he was being humiliated by these three country bumpkins in floral shirts.

That noble Western music theory was shattered into dust by those arrogant "tick-tock" sounds.

"Of all musical instruments, the suona reigns supreme."

I don't know who posted that in the comments.

Subsequently, the screen in the live stream was flooded with these eight words.

Of all the musical instruments, the suona reigns supreme!

Of all the musical instruments, the suona reigns supreme!

This is outrageous! I feel like I'm about to ascend to heaven!

Why did I feel so uneasy just now, but now I feel so excited?

This isn't a competition, it's a live Buddhist ritual for the deceased!

Compared to this, Zhang Ye's Huo Yuanjia is as weak as someone who hasn't eaten.

The audience at the scene lost control of their emotions.

Several grown men in the front row started to shed tears as they listened.

This instrument is so special.

It's in the DNA of the Chinese people.

It was clearly a cheerful tune being played.

The rhythm is so upbeat it makes you want to dance.

But why does it sound so bleak to my ears?

All regrets?

It's all that despair of wanting to grasp something but being unable to.

This is Chinese horror aesthetics.

Xu Qing stood in the center of the stage.

He let the violent suona sound roar in his ears.

He looked ahead.

The tenderness in his eyes grew stronger.

He slowly bent down.

Pick up the red paper veil from the ground.

The movements were very gentle.

It formed a stark contrast with the frenetic music playing around it.

He was holding the guitar in his arms.

At this moment, what he held in his arms was more than just a musical instrument.

That was the person he loved most.

She was that silly girl who would lie to him because of her inferiority complex.

He was that fool who, even in death, still left him a zither.

Xu Qing's fingers gently caressed the body of the instrument.

My fingertips touched the cartoon fish sticker.

He smiled.

Her smile was subtle, yet beautiful.

"Little fish..."

His lips moved.

No sound.

But he did call himself that.

Wang Dazhu's suona horn reached its highest point.

Zhang Tiedan's gong delivered the final blow.

Li Ergou's erhu produced its last whistle.

Just as the sound was about to pierce the roof.

Xu Qing held the red veil in her hand.

Gently.

Gently.

It was placed on the headstock of the guitar.

The red paper covered the cartoon sticker.

It covered up the expensive logo on the headstock of the violin.

It also blocked out all the noise of the world.

Stopped abruptly.

There was no unnecessary delay.

All sound disappeared in that one second.

Wang Dazhu put down his suona and gasped for breath.

Zhang Tiedan pressed down on the still vibrating metal plate.

Li Ergou's hand froze in mid-air.

After the extreme noise.

It was utter silence.

This sense of disparity caused severe tinnitus.

There were several hundred people in the studio.

No one spoke.

No one applauded.

No one even dared to breathe loudly.

Only the pale white light overhead continued to shine tirelessly.

There were also two dim red floor lamps shining on the guitar covered with a red veil.

That touch of red.

In the stark white light and shadow, it was so dazzling that it made one's heart race.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

A full ten seconds passed.

For those ten seconds, time seemed to stand still.

The skin-peeling king stared wide-eyed, his jaw practically dislocated.

The banner in his hand had long since disappeared.

He looked at the man on stage carrying a guitar.

That red veil seemed to be covering his heart.

It's so congested.

It's so sour I want to cry.

"This is fucking..."

The skin-peeling king has lost his voice.

He wanted to say something witty or make a joke.

But he found himself at a loss for words.

That was quite a show just now.

From the recitation to the wedding ceremony, and then to that soul-piercing suona horn.

This last veil.

This is not singing.

This was a complete, grand, yet incredibly lonely wedding.

It was also a funeral.

Xu Qing didn't bury the guitar.

It was him.

It was his heart that died when his lover left.

in the corner.

That "Teacher Luo" who always wore sunglasses.

His body trembled violently.

She bit her hand hard.

Even if she bit her hand until it bled, she didn't dare to let go.

She was afraid she would burst into tears.

I was afraid I would rush up and lift the red veil.

That veil was supposed to be placed on her head.

Xu Qing said this before.

When I have money in the future, I will hold a traditional Chinese wedding for her.

There must be a sedan chair carried by eight men, and a suona band.

We need to make sure everyone in the surrounding villages knows that Luo Qianyu is Xu Qing's wife.

just now.

The suona horn sounded.

The red veil is also in place.

But the bride turned into a harp.

"Xu Qing! You must take good care of yourself!"

That cry, tinged with tears, expressed the sentiments of everyone present.

too bitter.

This song is so painful to listen to.

Everyone hopes that the man can move on.

Even if it's just a little bit.

The live stream chat completely crashed.

The server really crashed at that moment.

The scene is frozen on the moment Xu Qing turns around.

A red veil.

A white shirt.