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

Chapter 2 When I wrote "Someone Like Me", the little nurse burst into tears!
Everyone's eyes fell on Mao Buyi.

He was uncomfortable being watched by them.

Mao Buyi explained: "I... I can't sing very well."

Du Mingfeng persuaded: "Just going on stage to sing a song didn't make you a big star, so it doesn't matter if you sing well or not?"

"Yeah, brother Yi, I don't think it's important either, just fulfill Xu Yao's wish, we won't laugh at you."

The other nurses nodded.

Mao accidentally turned his head to look at the pale, thin and haggard Xu Yao.

He has been with Xu Yao for a while, and he sympathizes with her from the bottom of his heart.

Her dying wish is actually very small, as long as he takes action, he can help her fulfill it.

"I work here. If I go to the show, I will delay my work." Mao said without hesitation.

The little nurse continued: "You are just delaying your work for a day. There are so many of us in your work, so we can do it for you."

"That's right, that's right, we'll do it for you, don't worry about it."

Mao didn't want to face their fiery eyes, "I... I'll think about it again."

The little nurse said dissatisfiedly: "At this point, what else are you thinking about, Sister Yaoyao doesn't have much time left."

"Yeah, what are you thinking about at this time, she is going to die soon, this is her last wish." Others didn't expect him to be so inked.

Du Mingfeng was afraid that they would quarrel, so he came forward to smooth things over, "Let him consider this matter, we can't kidnap morally. Besides, this is a ward, let's all go out, don't disturb Xu Yao's rest."

They felt that what Du Mingfeng said was right and they couldn't disturb Xu Yao's rest.

When Xu Yao woke up again, it was already dark.

The little nurse who took care of her was Duan Ying.

Duan Ying smiled sweetly: "Sister Yaoyao, you're awake."

"Yeah." She nodded slightly, "I want to drink water, can I have a glass of water?"

"Okay, right away!" Duan Ying immediately brought her a glass of water at a suitable temperature.

She took a sip and felt that her throat was much more comfortable.

She thought of the system in her body and asked, "Does Mao not care?"

"Don't mention him, I don't know where to go after get off work." Duan Ying pouted.

Xu Yao felt that they all cared about her and wanted to satisfy her wishes.

Xu Yao said: "Don't blame him. I said at the beginning that this wish would embarrass others. I can understand if he disagrees."

Duan Ying also understood this truth, and said cheerfully: "You haven't eaten yet, I'll get you some food, and you will have some strength to eat."

"Thank you."

After Duan Ying left the ward, she thought of the system, closed her eyes and turned it on.

A set of detailed data that others cannot see appears in front of you.

Name: Xu Yao

Age: 20 years old

Height: 163cm
Physical fitness: 7/100
Lifespan: 4 days

Popularity: 0/10000
Only four days left.

If you want to survive, you must explain Mao's intentions within these four days.

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened.

She thought it was Duan Ying who came in, but when she opened her eyes, she saw a different Mao Buyi.

Mao Buyi was wearing a white printed T-shirt, a pair of jeans, casual shoes, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, exuding a calm and melancholy temperament.

Holding a document in his hand, he saw her wake up and smiled: "Miss Xu, I participated in the Starlight Show on Beijing TV Station, and this is my registration receipt."

Xu Yao was very surprised, "Have you gone to sign up?"

"Isn't this your wish?" Mao Buyi said a little embarrassedly, "It's actually my wish too."

She was still thinking about how to persuade him, whether to sell miserably or use money to lure him.

How did he know that he agreed so readily, and even signed up in person.

"Your wish?" She reached out to take the receipt.

Starlight Show is a well-known singing show in Beijing.

Anyone with an idea can participate.

Because the entertainment industry is a niche, very few people signed up.

As long as you sign up, you can usually perform on stage directly the next day.

Mao Buyi explained: "When I was studying, I always had the urge to show off my singing voice, but I didn't dare to be too conspicuous for fear of being laughed at by others. I could only occasionally hide in places where no one was around and sing a few songs. I feel more at ease."

"Let me tell you, you are the one who should be born on the stage." Xu Yao showed a gratified smile and returned the receipt to him, "Give me the paper and pen, and I will write you a song."

"Writing songs? Can you write songs?" Mao Buyi asked in surprise.

"Of course! I have received an elite education since I was a child, and I can say that I am proficient in everything!" She said without exaggeration.

Her parents are one of the richest people in the country, and what she wants to learn since she was a child, she hires national-level teachers.

Music is one of them.

Of course, the most important thing is the 1000 song list.

Unexpectedly, Mao was suspicious, so he found her a pen and paper.

He didn't hold much hope in his heart, after all Xu Yao is not a professional creator.

However, since she wrote it, no matter how ugly it is, he will give it a try.

Unexpectedly, Mao shook the hospital bed, and propped the small table on the table.

Holding the pen, Xu Yao found that her arm strength was very weak, and the hand holding the pen was shaking all the time.

Mao Buyi looked distressed, and persuaded: "Your body is too weak, so forget it, and it's the same when I sing a song by another singer."

"It's different." Xu Yao said firmly, "You are you, I want to write a song that only you can sing."

Songs of your own taste?
Mao Buyi never thought about this.

The door opened again, and Duan Ying came back with dinner.

Seeing Mao Buwan in the ward, he curled his lips.

Seeing that the small table has been put away, he is quite sensible.

Duan Ying smiled and said: "Sister Yaoyao, come, let's eat."

"Wait a minute." Xu Yao held the pen and wrote the lyrics with difficulty.

"What are you doing?" Duan Ying looked at Xu Yao holding a pen in her hand, her expression changed slightly.

Could Xu Yao be writing her last words?
woo woo woo...

Sister Yaoyao, I don't want you to die!
Mao Buyi explained: "Miss Xu is writing songs for me."

"What? Write a song?" Duan Ying also showed a surprised expression, "Sister Yaoyao, can you write a song?"

Mao Buyi pulled Duan Ying, "Be quiet, don't disturb her train of thought."

Duan Ying closed her mouth knowingly.

When the other little nurses came in, they saw such a quiet scene.

At first they didn't know what Xu Yao was doing, but after hearing Duan Ying's explanation, they realized that Xu Yao was actually writing a song!

They looked at Xu Yao's trembling right hand, and also noticed Xu Yao's tough eyes.

She was clearly tortured by the illness, but she still wanted to leave something for this world when she left.

She literally spent her life writing songs.

Just looking at her focused and unyielding expression at the moment.

They feel their noses are sore.

What Xu Yao wrote was Mao Buyi's most famous song. It took only 5 minutes to write the song, but it took more than ten minutes because of her physical discomfort.

The words on the paper were crooked and ugly.

She handed the song to Mao Buyi, "I wrote it, you can sing it on the show tomorrow."

People around gathered around and saw that the song was called "Someone Like Me".

Many people can't understand the score, and don't understand what the song is like.

Duan Ying asked suspiciously: "Is this song good?"

Mao Buyi naturally understood, and he didn't hold out much hope.

He has already made plans, even if Xu Yao wrote a messy song.

Tomorrow he would risk his life to accompany Junzi and sing on stage for her.

However, when he got the song, his excited hands trembled.

Mao accidentally raised his head to look at her. He never thought that she was so talented.

Xu Yao gently waved at Duan Ying, "I'm hungry."

Duan Ying immediately put the dinner on the small table.

Seeing that he was too excited to speak, Xu Yao smiled and said, "Why don't you practice first, so as not to be nervous when you go on stage tomorrow."

Duan Ying nodded agreeingly: "Yes, brother Yi, please sing for us."

Mao Buyi felt that what Xu Yao said was right, such a good song naturally needs more practice.

Otherwise, if I didn't sing it out on stage tomorrow, wouldn't it be a disappointment to Xu Yao's talent?
"I sing!"

Unexpectedly, Mao coughed gently and cleared his throat.

- a good person like me
——Should live a splendid life

——How did it last for more than 20 years?

——Still floating in the sea of ​​people
- smart people like me

- long ago bid farewell to innocence
——Why did you still use a paragraph of love?
——to replace the scars

……

Unexpectedly, Mao's slightly melancholy voice sounded, and the movements of the nurses' hands froze immediately.

This vicissitudes of life melody, simple and soul-striking lyrics, as if every sentence sang to the depths of their hearts.

- a lonely person like me

- a fool like me
——An unreconciled person like me

——How many people are there in the world
- a strange person like me

——Will anyone feel distressed?
……

One song is over.

Mao Buyi's eye sockets became even redder. He took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes with trembling fingers.

The little nurses were even more sentimental, tears falling down.

They never thought that one day listening to songs would make them cry.

Most importantly, this song was written by Xu Yao.

Her unreconciledness, her sorrow, are all in this song.

They heard a different taste from this song.

She is only 20 years old!

She doesn't want to die!

She wants to live!

"Clap!"

Xu Yao slapped her hands lightly, "You sing very well, perform well."

Writing the song just now took too much energy, and she fell into a coma before she finished her meal.

"Miss Xu!"

"Sister Yaoyao!"

The crowd exclaimed.

The doctor in charge, Du Mingfeng, ran over and examined Xu Yao carefully.

Mao accidentally asked with concern: "How is her condition?"

Duan Ying said distressedly: "She hasn't finished her meal yet, and she fell into a coma again."

Du Mingfeng sighed helplessly: "You guys know her body very well, I'm afraid she won't last for a few days."

Originally in a sad mood, they couldn't help crying when they heard the news.

Du Mingfeng was surprised: "You are all people who are used to seeing life and death, what happened today?"

Mao Buyi's heart seemed to be pinched hard, and his heart ached uncontrollably.

He used to only think that Xu Yao was a rich lady, except for being rich and beautiful, she was no different from anyone else.

It's just a pity to get sick at such a young age.

However, only now did he realize that Xu Yao was actually such a talented person.

As long as he sings this song, it will definitely set off a big wave.

God is really unfair, she is still so young, and she is about to die before she has time to display her talents.

Duan Ying sniffled, "Sister Yaoyao wrote a song just now, it's so good."

"Writing songs? Can she write songs?" Du Mingfeng heard this for the first time.

Duan Ying pointed to Mao Buyi: "A song specially written for Brother Yi."

Du Mingfeng recalled Xu Yao's thoughts in the morning, and asked, "By the way, how have you considered her wish?"

Mao Buyi tightly squeezed the lyrics and music in his hand, "I will ask for a day off tomorrow!"

"Oh?"

"I signed up for the Starlight Show on Beijing TV Station."

Du Mingfeng laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "It seems that you are not so hard-hearted."

"Yeah." Mao looked at her closed eyes inadvertently, and murmured, "I will spread her songs and let everyone know how talented she is."

Du Mingfeng didn't hear his words clearly, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Mao unexpectedly shook his head and said seriously, "You take care of her, I'll come see her after I finish the show."

After saying this, he turned and left.

With only a little over ten hours, he wanted to find a place to practice this song to the extreme.

Its quality cannot be affected by its own inexperience.

Since you want to sing, you have to do your best, and you can't let her down!
Miss Xu, I will make everyone who has heard this song remember you!

(End of this chapter)