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

Xu Qing is gone.

They left decisively.

Even that expensive ventilator couldn't keep him alive for even a second.

But what he left behind caused a huge uproar in the world.

The backstage information of the author named "Qingyu" was exposed by hackers.

People were shocked to discover that the author of the serialized novel "Zhu Xian" was none other than Xu Qing.

Before this, online novels in this world were still in the traditional martial arts and urban fantasy genres.

What is sword flight?

What does it mean that Heaven and Earth are ruthless and treat all things like straw dogs?

What is Xianxia?

Nobody knows.

Until Xu Qing threw the book "Zhu Xian" in everyone's faces.

The green-clad woman named Biyao, who blocked the Zhuxian Sword Formation, looked exactly like Luo Qianyu, who tried to grab Xu Qing on the rooftop that day.

The entire internet was moved to tears.

It turns out he had already written the ending.

He couldn't save Biyao in the book, and he couldn't save himself in reality.

This isn't a novel; it's his destiny book!

The popularity of "Zhu Xian" exploded.

In just one day, the number of clicks exceeded 10 billion.

Countless copycat works sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

With his posthumous work, Xu Qing single-handedly elevated the online literature world to a new level, creating an era known as "Xianxia" (fantasy martial arts).

pity.

The founding master is no longer here.

……

Binhai First People's Hospital.

Seventeenth floor.

VIP special care ward.

The place was eerily quiet.

The noise outside the window was completely blocked by the specially made soundproof glass.

Luo Qianyu sat on the hospital bed.

She didn't cry.

There was no commotion.

Even her eyes, which were always filled with melancholy, were now as clear as a child's.

She was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

Two thin, slender legs dangled over the edge of the bed.

Shake.

Shake.

It's like sitting on a swing in a park and playing.

He was humming an unknown tune.

She doesn't look like a widow who has just lost her husband.

Outside.

Looking at his daughter through the glass window, Luo Tianxiong's face, which had been a seasoned businessman for decades, was wrinkled into a mess.

Standing next to him was the group of foreign experts who had arrived by helicopter that night.

Each of them had a solemn expression.

He was holding a thick medical report in his hand.

"Mr. Luo."

The old man who had won the Nobel Prize took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Your daughter's situation is very special."

"What makes it special?"

Luo Tianxiong lowered his voice, afraid of disturbing his daughter inside.

"Normally, after experiencing such a huge psychological trauma, patients would usually exhibit hysteria or extreme depression."

The old man pointed to his head.

"But she was too calm."

"This is an extreme self-protection mechanism."

In psychology, this is called dissociative disorder.

Simply put...

"She's insane."

Luo Tianxiong's hand trembled slightly.

The pair of walnuts in my hand almost fell to the ground.

"Her brain refused to accept the fact that Xu Qing was dead."

"In her world, Xu Qing is still alive."

"And right next to her."

The old man sighed.

"These hallucinations are very persistent, and forcibly breaking them could lead to a complete mental breakdown in the patient."

Luo Tianxiong turned his head.

Looking at her daughter in the hospital room.

Luo Qianyu suddenly smiled.

She waved to the air.

Then he shifted his position to the side and patted the empty space next to him.

It's like giving up a seat for someone.

"Look."

The old man shrugged.

"She started."

Luo Tianxiong gritted his teeth.

His eyes were red-rimmed.

"rule!"

"No matter the cost, cure her!"

"I only have this one daughter!"

"If she goes crazy, who will I give all the money I earn to spend?"

Just then.

Luo Qianyu suddenly jumped out of bed in the ward.

I ran barefoot to the door.

Separated by glass.

He shouted at Luo Tianxiong.

"dad!"

"I want a piano!"

Luo Tianxiong was stunned for a moment.

Hurry up and push the door open to go inside.

His face instantly transformed into a kind smile.

"What do you need a piano for?"

"You want to learn?"

Luo Qianyu shook her head.

He pointed to the empty space behind him.

"I didn't play it."

"It's Xu Qing who wants to play."

"He said the chairs here are uncomfortable, not as soft as the piano bench."

Luo Tianxiong felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle.

But he dared not refute it.

I could only go along with what my daughter was saying.

"it is good."

"purchase."

"What kind do you want?"

"I want that Steinway, the black one. He said he liked that brand when he was in Dali."

Luo Qianyu smiled sweetly.

"Dad, hurry up, he's waiting."

Luo Tianxiong turned around.

Tears welled up instantly.

He pulled out his phone and yelled at his assistant.

"Buy a piano!"

"Now! Immediately!"

"Bring me the most expensive music player from the city's music store!"

"You're fired in less than half an hour!"

……

After half an hour.

A nine-foot Steinway grand piano worth over two million yuan was carefully carried into the ward by several workers.

The originally spacious ward suddenly felt somewhat crowded.

Luo Qianyu circled the piano twice.

He reached out and touched the shiny black piano lid.

Then she looked at the air beside her.

A look of anticipation on his face.

"The zither is here."

"Go ahead and play it."

There was, of course, no response from the air.

But from Luo Qianyu's perspective.

Xu Qing was wearing that gray shirt, leaning lazily against the piano.

He looked at the piano with a look of disgust.

"This guitar has too bright a tone; it doesn't have the same character as my guitar."

Xu Qing pouted.

"It'll have to do."

He sat down.

Long, slender fingers rested on the black and white piano keys.

Luo Qianyu quickly moved a small stool and sat down next to him.

He rested his chin on his hands.

Like a primary school student listening to a lecture.

"I want to hear that song."

Luo Qianyu said.

Which song?

"It's the song you hid in your guitar."

"A letter of farewell?"

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow.

"That song is unlucky."

"I want to hear it!"

Luo Qianyu started to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Xu Qing smiled helplessly.

Fingers press the piano keys.

A melody that was almost too upbeat flowed out.

That's Xu Qing's style.

It was clearly a farewell filled with the deepest sorrow.

He insisted on singing with this bouncy, jumping rhythm.

It seems like death isn't a big deal.

I just went out to buy groceries.

As Luo Qianyu listened, her hands started itching to join in.

She placed her hands on the piano keys.

I want to play along with Xu Qing's rhythm.

But she is an actress.

Not a pianist.

My fingers were so stiff it looked like I was typing on a keyboard.

"Collapse, collapse, collapse."

A few discordant notes were forcibly inserted.

It disrupted the originally smooth melody.

Xu Qing's hand stopped.

He turned his head.

Looking at Luo Qianyu.

His eyes were full of helplessness.

"The fourth section is wrong."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!"