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

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at the same time.

On the coastal boulevard.

A red Ferrari, like a red lightning bolt, tore through the night.

The roar of the engine was deafening.

Luo Qianyu's hands were trembling as she gripped the steering wheel.

Her foot was firmly planted on the accelerator.

I wish I could stomp that pedal into the chassis.

Answer the phone...

"Please, answer the phone..."

All I heard from the car's Bluetooth was a cold busy tone.

That was a blacklist that Sister Hong had specifically set up to cut off contact.

just now.

This became Luo Qianyu's death warrant.

The intersection ahead.

The red light is blinding.

Luo Qianyu showed no intention of slowing down.

She jerked the steering wheel.

The car body drew a thrilling drift trajectory at the intersection.

It avoided two cars that were driving normally.

"drop--!!!"

The piercing sound of horns filled the air.

In the rearview mirror.

Two traffic police motorcycles with flashing lights chased after them.

A stern voice came from the loudspeaker.

"Pull over! Stop immediately!"

Luo Qianyu turned a deaf ear.

Her vision was blurred by tears.

My mind is filled with Xu Qing's last look during the live stream.

She knew that look in her eyes all too well.

That was the look in her eyes that she had studied countless times while acting.

That was the look in their eyes when they were utterly desperate, with no more attachment to this world.

He really wanted to die.

"Xu Qing, you idiot!"

"If you dare to die, I'll drag you back from the underworld!"

Luo Qianyu cried out.

The speedometer needle has already pointed to 180.

She had to get there.

That lie was too heavy a burden.

He was suppressed for three years.

If it can't be solved tonight.

She will never be able to forgive herself in this lifetime.

……

The television station building.

Xu Qing avoided all the staff.

Right now, everyone in Taiwan is busy celebrating the record-breaking ratings, and nobody is paying attention to the freight elevator in the corner.

This is an elevator specifically designed for transporting stage props.

It is rarely used.

There was only a faint smell of engine oil.

Xu Qing pressed the button on the top floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Completely shut out the noise from the outside world.

It's quiet now.

Finally, it's quiet.

Xu Qing leaned against the wall of the sedan chair.

His body slid down the metal plate.

He was barely holding on on stage just now.

Those two songs almost exhausted all his energy.

Every lyric is like tearing open a wound.

It was displayed to the world in a bloody manner.

He is tired.

I'm really tired.

"bite."

We've reached the top floor.

Xu Qing stood up.

I straightened my clothes.

Although the little fish couldn't see, he still wanted to leave with some dignity.

Push open the iron gate leading to the rooftop.

A strong night wind blew in.

The wind made his clothes flutter loudly.

The night view of Binhai City is beautiful.

Neon lights flashed, and cars and people thronged the streets.

The distant sea gleamed with a black sheen under the moonlight.

Xu Qing walked to the edge of the rooftop.

There is a sheltered corner here.

The staff who used to smoke liked to hide here.

Xu Qing took the guitar off his back.

The movements are very slow.

Very meticulous.

He took a clean handkerchief out of his pocket.

Wipe the fingerprints off the instrument thoroughly.

This is a gift from Xiaoyu.

It's very delicate.

It cannot tolerate dampness, nor can it tolerate dirt.

Although Xiaoyu had previously sanded the paint with sandpaper to avoid putting too much pressure on him.

But the voice deep inside can't be changed.

Just like his love for the little fish.

Even if it's covered by lies and worn down by time.

It remains exactly as it was originally.

Xu Qing placed the guitar in the corner of the wall.

Make sure it won't be blown over by the wind.

And you won't get wet in the rain.

This instrument is priceless.

Even after he left.

If a kind person finds this instrument and sells it, they can live a life free from financial worries for the rest of their life.

This is the only valuable thing the little fish left behind in this world.

It was also her last expression of love for him.

Xu Qing took an envelope out of his pocket.

The envelope was a little wrinkled.

He wrote it when he was in Dali.

There are no lengthy articles in it.

There was no complaint.

It was just a simple sentence and a bank card.

Kari's earnings came from the appearance fee he received for the competition, as well as the money he had saved from writing books over the past few years.

Although not many.

But I hope to help this instrument find a new owner who understands it.

Xu Qing placed the envelope under the violin case.

Use a small stone to weigh down one corner.

After doing all this.

He stood up.

I walked to the concrete railing on the rooftop.

The wind picked up.

It messed up his hair.

Xu Qing looked down at the traffic below, which resembled ants.

That was a vibrant and thriving world.

But he doesn't belong here.

His home.

In that place where there is no light, no pain, only small fish.

"Little fish."

Xu Qing called out softly.

"I am coming."

He lifted his leg.

I prepared to step over that low guardrail.

Just then.

A sudden screech of brakes came from downstairs.

Followed by.

There was a series of chaotic footsteps and a loud crash as the iron gate was slammed open.

"Bang!"

The iron gate to the rooftop, which should have been locked, was violently smashed open.

Even the door lock was deformed.

A figure wearing pajamas and barefoot rushed in.

panting.

Embarrassed.

But those eyes.

But it was frighteningly bright.

"Xu Qing!!!"

That sound was heart-wrenching.

With a sob in her voice.

Filled with anger.

It also carried a trembling feeling of something lost and then found.

Xu Qing stopped moving.

He turned his head in a daze.

Looking at the woman standing in the wind, her hair disheveled.

That face.

He had seen it countless times in his dreams.

Although I had only seen the shadow before.

I only saw his back.

But he knew.

This is her.

Xu Qing's eyes were somewhat dazed.

He smiled.

His laughter was tinged with sadness.

"turn out to be……"

"People really do experience hallucinations before they die."

It's very windy.

The wind made Xu Qing's faded shirt flutter loudly.

He stood on the edge of the rooftop, one foot already dangling in the air.

He simply smiled gently at the woman in front of him, who was wearing pajamas and had messy hair.

That smile made Luo Qianyu's heart skip a beat.

so similar.

His expression was exactly the same as when he stared blankly at his own photo three years ago.

Even from a distance of several meters, she could see the complete relief in his eyes.

That's not a reluctance to live.

Rather, it is the longing for the journey home.

"Xu Qing! Get back here right now!"