Write a song with your life?The whole network begged me not to die!

Chapter 16 Even if you are terminally ill, you must live in the sun!

Hua Chenyu listened to Zhang Jie's song, but he didn't get out of the shock.

He has always prided himself on being an original creator and creator.

In their early twenties, how many can fight?
Relying on this particularity, he has attracted many fans and has a pivotal position in the music scene.

He never thought that one day he would be suppressed by an unknown person.

Xu Yao!

Zhang Jie!

Where did it come from?
He looked at the assistant next to him and asked, "Who is this Xu Yao?"

The assistant said cautiously: "I didn't find any useful information. I only know that she wrote the song Mao Buyi two days ago. It seems that she has acute leukemia and is dying soon."

"What did you say? She has leukemia?" Hua Chenyu's expression became even uglier.

"Yes." The assistant nodded gently.

Hua Chenyu frowned, feeling as if he had been severely slapped in the face.

After learning that Xu Yao had leukemia, people on the Internet worshiped and sympathized with her even more.

"Haha, I suddenly discovered something. Didn't Hua Chenyu sing "Cancer" just now? It was so painful and desperate, and it was talking about humanistic care. Listen to the song written by Xu Yao, where is the despair of having blood cancer? And pain? It's completely positive, optimistic and confident."

"Sister, after what you said, I finally understand what's wrong. Xu Yao wrote three songs. Whether it's Mao Buyi's two songs that focus on melancholy, or Zhang Jie's songs, they are all optimistic. Where is the tone of sadness and despair in the theme of bravery?"

"Especially Zhang Jie sang this song, which shows that she is a girl who loves life and was born facing the sun. Otherwise, how could she use such simple lyrics to sing full of love?"

"On the other hand, Hua Chenyu said that he is considerate of cancer patients. But he doesn't know that some cancer patients are also brave. Even in the face of serious illness, they will not be defeated or crushed!"

"The fans are still bragging, it's just ridiculous!"

Passers-by discovered the key point of the problem and began to fight back against those fans who praised Hua Chenyu to the sky.

The fans couldn't stand it all of a sudden, broke their defenses directly, and cursed with obscene language.

Hua Chenyu also quickly discovered this, only to feel that he was slapped severely!

At this moment, Zhang Jie came to the lounge.

Hua Chenyu recognized Zhang Jie at a glance, and looked at Zhang Jie in a real sense.

They are about the same age, but completely different in style and temperament.

If it were someone else, he wouldn't take it to heart at all.

Zhang Jie's singing skills made him admire.

Hua Chenyu stood up and took the initiative to say hello: "You sang well today, are you interested in signing with my entertainment company?"

He has a high proportion of shares in the company and has a strong voice.

You can tailor a song for Zhang Jie and let him make his debut.

Zhang Jie walked to the cabinet and took out his backpack, "I have a company."

The assistant at the side hurriedly said: "You should be signing with a small company, right? We are a big company with many good producers, and we promise to be as popular as Brother Hua."

"There is only one person who can make me famous." Zhang Jie carried his bag and looked at Hua Chenyu, "Her name is Xu Yao!"

After saying this, he walked away.

Hua Chenyu frowned tightly, feeling very bad about being rejected.

After Zhang Jie left, the assistant said cursingly: "This kid doesn't know how to flatter you, so don't be angry with him. Besides, isn't that Xu Yao terminally ill? It seems that he won't live long, and he can write for him again." How many songs?"

Hua Chenyu glanced at the assistant, "Xu Yao is a capable person, even if it is only a flash in the pan, it is enough to leave her color in the world, and she deserves our respect. I don't want to hear such words in the future."

The assistant was taken aback, only to realize that he had said the wrong thing.

Hua Chenyu is a creator, he has his pride.

Saying this kind of thing is to blackmail him.

The assistant slapped awkwardly, "I was wrong, and I will never do it again."

On the Internet, the contest between fans has not stopped.

Hua Chenyu's fans are not normal.

How can I bear it when I find that my momentum is being suppressed?

"Isn't it just three songs? We have written more than ten songs in the past two years, much more than her."

"The two songs I wrote for Mao Buyi still have some artistic conception, but when they come to Zhang Jie, they will only be in love."

"Love love love is the simplest song, right? It's not difficult to create at all, right?"

"I see, three songs should be the limit, and I'm afraid I won't be able to write any more."

inside the hospital.

When Duan Ying saw the mocking content on the Internet, she was so angry that she almost dropped her phone.

"What a group of people who don't understand anything. Sister Yaoyao can write three popular songs when she is sick. She is already very good. How dare they still laugh?"

Mao said involuntarily, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have published her name, and I shouldn't have disclosed her physical condition, which has attracted so many bad words."

When he was fine just now, he glanced at the remarks on the Internet.

What kind of good things can Internet trolls say, they only care about their own enjoyment, and don't care whether what they say will hurt others.

After just watching a short paragraph, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

At the same time, I regretted it very much, and felt that I shouldn't have told about Xu Yao's situation.

Duan Ying curled her lips: "I know what you are thinking in your heart. I hope more people will know about her situation, and then take the initiative to shed blood for her and fight for her chance to be rescued?"

"You, how do you know?" Mao Buyi looked at her in surprise.

Duan Ying shook her head and said with a smile: "I'm also a nurse, and I hope sister Yaoyao can recover. If more people shed blood for her, the chances of bone marrow transplantation will increase."

Mao didn't expect to think so at the time, but he didn't expect that it would still hurt her.

Duan Ying looked at his frowning expression, "Don't think so much, sister Yaoyao has such a good personality, I believe she will understand you and won't blame you."

As soon as the voice fell, the mobile phone placed by the bed rang.

It's Xu Yao's cell phone.

Duan Ying walked over and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

After connecting, she said politely, "Hello, who are you?"

"I'm Wang Xinling who bumped into you last night. Do you have time now? I'll pay for your clothes."

Duan Ying looked bewildered, and her first reaction was that she made a mistake.

"Sorry, you may have made a mistake."

"Ah?" Wang Xinling glanced at the call log, there was a missed call in the middle of last night.

It's obviously the same phone number, how could you make a wrong call?

Wang Xinling said with certainty, "I did not make a mistake, this is really the number."

Duan Ying explained with a smile: "My sister Yaoyao is seriously ill and has been bedridden, how could she go out and be bumped by you?"

Wang Xinling scratched her head, what is going on?
Thinking that it was almost twelve o'clock when she went out last night, she slowly widened her eyes.

Could it be that what I bumped into was not a human, but a ghost? !

(End of this chapter)