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

In the control room, Wang Gang watched this frenzied momentum and slapped his thigh excitedly. There was not a trace of sadness for the tragedy in his eyes, only a thirst for data.

"It exploded! It completely exploded!"

"This is no longer a talent show; this is a major social issue!"

"Quick! Get the PR department to boost the buzz!"

"This is going to involve the whole nation!"

The image on the big screen freezes.

It was a still photograph of the actual object.

The background is a rough cement floor, and the light is very dim.

A dark gray scarf was laid flat on the ground.

There was no fancy packaging, and no logo.

The stitches look very rough, and in some places there are even missing stitches, making it look crooked.

The yarn was visibly cheap, and a layer of tiny balls had formed on the surface.

On this full HD LED screen, the scarf looks shabby and out of place.

It even looks like it was rummaged out of some used clothing recycling bin.

The audience was somewhat stunned.

Just now it was a beautiful snow video, why is it suddenly showing such trash?

Ke Min adjusted her glasses and leaned forward to look at her several times.

She is a regular in the fashion industry and can recognize all kinds of fabrics at a glance.

This thing costs no more than fifty yuan.

I'd guess it's one of those cheap, three-item clearance sales you'd find at a street stall for ten yuan.

Xu Qing turned around and looked at the scarf on the screen.

He raised his hand and gently traced the outline of the scarf through the air, just as he had done when he first wrapped the scarf around her neck, with such careful movements.

There was no disdain in his eyes, only nostalgia.

"This is the first gift I've ever given her."

Xu Qing's voice was very soft, but it was transmitted throughout the entire venue through the microphone.

That winter was exceptionally cold, colder than usual.

"I encountered a writing block at that time, and my manuscript was rejected for three consecutive months."

"The landlord is pressing for rent, and the editor is pressing for the outline of the new book."

"I searched all my pockets and only managed to scrape together two hundred yuan."

Xu Qing paused, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"I originally intended to save it for dinner."

"But the weather forecast says it's going to get colder in Linhai."

"I remember how afraid she was of the cold, and she would always wrap herself up like a dumpling whenever she went out."

I went to the night market.

"I spent three hours shopping and haggling with the shopkeeper for ages."

"In the end, I spent forty-five yuan to buy this scarf."

The scene was completely silent.

Forty-five yuan.

For today's young people, it might not even be enough to buy a cup of milk tea.

But in that cold winter, it was all the warmth a destitute man possessed.

Xu Qing lowered her eyes.

"I regretted it as soon as I bought it."

"It's so sharp."

"That kind of low-quality synthetic wool feels rough to the touch."

"Her skin is so delicate that she gets allergic to even slightly rough cotton fabric."

"I wanted to throw the scarf away; I felt incredibly useless."

The screen image changed.

It is a screenshot of a chat log.

That night when I only had forty-five yuan.

Xu Qing: [That scarf... if you don't like it, just throw it away. I just touched it, and it's a bit prickly. Don't let it rub against your neck and make it red.]

Xu Qing: [I'll buy you cashmere once I get my royalties.]

Xu Qing: [I'm sorry.]

The three consecutive messages revealed a deep sense of inferiority and embarrassment.

The reply from the other side was almost instantaneous.

Without any hesitation.

Little Fish: [I love it!!!]

The three exclamation marks clearly show the girl's excitement on the other side of the screen.

Little Fish: [Super warm! Not itchy at all! This is the most comfortable scarf I've ever worn!]

Little Fish: [I'll wear it every day! From now on, it'll be my lucky charm when I go out!]

Little Fish: [Don't say sorry! This is the best gift in the world because it's from you!]

This wave of nostalgia completely broke through the defenses of the audience.

"This is so touching, what an amazing girl she is."

"Not only did she not mind, she also comforted her boyfriend."

"I feel like this scarf is scratching my neck, but she says it's the most comfortable."

"This is love, regardless of status."

Cloud Top Heavenly Palace Villa.

Luo Qianyu did not sit in front of the television and shed tears.

She sprang up from the carpet like a madwoman, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot upstairs to the second floor.

The enormous walk-in closet is over 100 square meters.

All four walls are made of top-quality solid wood cabinets.

Any one of these bags could be enough for an average person to make a down payment on a house.

Hermès Himalayan crocodile leather, Chanel's limited edition hobo bag, Dior haute couture gown.

They are carefully maintained and neatly displayed in a dustproof cabinet, illuminated by soft lighting.

Luo Qianyu rushed in, not even glancing at those priceless treasures.

She knelt directly in front of a huge storage box in the corner.

"Where……"

"Where is it?!"

She emptied everything out of the box.

Those were some old items she used when she first debuted and wasn't famous yet.

She was ordered to throw it away by her manager, Sister Hong, but she secretly picked it up and hid it here.

Old clothes were scattered all over the floor.

at last.

At the very bottom of the box.

She touched the rough texture.

That was the dark gray scarf.

Because it has been washed too many times, it has become somewhat deformed, and the pilling on it has become even more severe.

It also has a faint camphor ball smell.

Luo Qianyu pulled the scarf out and hugged it tightly to her chest.

She buried her face in the rough yarn, not caring at all whether it would prick her face, which was insured for a huge sum.

"Waaaaah..."

"Found it..."

Luo Qianyu cried like a child who had lost her beloved toy and then found it again.

The rough texture rubbed against her cheek.

But it made her feel incredibly at ease.

Memories surged up like a tide.

An awards ceremony two years ago.

That was the first time she won the "Best Newcomer of the Year" award.

Her agent, Sister Hong, lent her a haute couture gown from a major brand; it was backless and very sexy.

But just one minute before walking down the red carpet.

Luo Qianyu absolutely refused to get out of the car.

She insisted on wearing this cheap, tattered scarf, which cost only a few dozen yuan, around her neck in the nanny van.

"Are you crazy?!"

Hongjie was so angry that her face turned green, and she pointed at her nose and cursed.

"Luo Qianyu, do you want to ruin your future?"

"You're wearing a multi-million dollar haute couture outfit, but you're wearing a cheap knock-off around your neck?"

"Fashion bloggers will tear you apart! Brands will terminate their contracts!"

"I don't!"

At that time, Luo Qianyu was as stubborn as a donkey.

She clutched her scarf tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"This was given to me by Xu Qing."

"Today is our anniversary, so I have to wear it."

"And what's wrong with this scarf? I think it's a million times prettier than any jewelry!"

That was the first time Luo Qianyu had ever talked back to Sister Hong.

In the end, Sister Hong couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to compromise.

That night on the red carpet.

Luo Qianyu became the strangest presence in the entire venue.

She wore a dazzling and luxurious gown, but around her neck was a tattered gray band that looked completely out of place.

Everyone thought it was some new retro punk style.

Some fashion magazines even praised her for "breaking the mold" and "defining a new fashion."