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

Chapter 36 She should have passed away a long time ago, but she is in better spirits?

"Haha, didn't the person who said that know about Xu Yao's history?"

"That's right, the style of her first song is completely different from the song she wrote for Wang Xinling."

"Those who doubt it, go and listen to her old songs, I believe she can do it."

"I'm looking forward to being able to write a song for Wang Feng just thinking about it."

"I don't know what style of song I can write this time."

Following the news on the Internet, Wang Feng's car was parked downstairs in the hospital.

He got out of the car and took off his sunglasses.

The assistant followed him into the hospital and came to the ward.

Mao didn't want to know in advance that they would come, so he guarded the door of the ward.

Wang Feng saw him as soon as he walked over, and stretched out his hand: "Unexpectedly, we meet again."

"Yes." Mao Buyi still remembered the first time he was on stage, and he was very nervous at that time.

Wang Feng glanced at the ward, "Miss Xu, she..."

Mao unexpectedly said, "She's awake, please come in."

Wang Feng walked into the ward, and immediately saw Xu Yao sitting on the sofa.

She didn't wear a hospital gown, but the most common T-shirt and slacks.

Her hair has also been done and she looks in good spirits.

If you didn't know that she was in poor health, you wouldn't think she was a patient at all.

Wang Feng didn't expect her to be so formal, so he walked up quickly, "Miss Xu, I'm sorry to disturb your rest today."

Xu Yao stood up, smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, I'm bored in the ward every day, and I'll feel good if I can talk to you."

Wang Feng motioned to his assistant Wu Yong to bring the gift.

Seeing this, Duan Ying took the initiative to reach out to pick it up.

"This is my heart, I hope Miss Xu can recover physically." Wang Feng said.

"Thank you." Xu Yao thanked her and raised her hand, "Please sit down."

Wang Feng sat down, raised his head and said, "Do you know why I came to see you today?"

"I know." Xu Yao smiled slightly, "I wish I could write a song for you, right?"

"Yes." Wang Feng said solemnly, "To be honest, since a year ago, my creative ability has begun to decline, and I can't create good melodies anymore. I want to ask you to write songs for me, and I also hope that I can You study here."

Xu Yao: "You are too polite, I will be satisfied if the song I write can make you like it."

She didn't expect Wang Feng to respect her so much, which made her a little embarrassed.

She is very strong in her heart now, but she doesn't really care about it.

Wang Feng laughed: "I can sing the songs you wrote, but many people can't dream of it."

If Xu Yao's reputation was not loud enough before, many people questioned her.

But now, her ability is obvious to all, and there is no need to question it at all.

It is the dream of many people to let her write songs.

Xu Yao felt that it was meaningless to continue to compliment her like this.

"What type of song do you want?" she asked.

Wang Feng said: "Hot, it suits me."

Xu Yao pondered for a moment, and soon found a song sung by Wang Feng from another world in her mind.

Seeing her lost in thought, Wang Feng said again: "You can think slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Xu Yao smiled and shook her head: "I will write a song for someone, but there is one condition."

"Conditions? What conditions?" Wang Feng heard it for the first time, and replied simply: "No matter what the conditions are, I agree."

Xu Yao laughed, "Don't worry, my request is very simple. You just need to publish the song I wrote immediately, and let more people hear it like they did."

Wang Feng thought a lot about the conditions she would offer, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

He immediately responded, "No problem."

"That's fine." Xu Yao took out a piece of paper from under the coffee table and handed it to Wang Feng, "This is the song I wrote for you, see if you are satisfied."

"You..." Wang Feng looked at her in shock, he didn't expect her speed to be so fast.

Since I asked her out to get it within 24 hours, she has already prepared the song?
He was a little curious, how did she write in such a short period of time?
Wang Feng reached out to take it, and then glanced along the score.

He was an extremely professional singer, and he knew exactly what the song was like just by taking a look at it.

At the same glance, he was shocked.

The song that Xu Yao gave him seems to have caught the thoughts in his heart.

Warm, surging, passion all have.

It is exactly the same as his previous style, without any difference.

Isn't this the song you want?
Have you always wanted to write a song but couldn't write it anyway?

I never thought that one day it would actually happen!
It was written by the sick girl in front of me.

He said excitedly: "You, how did you manage to write it in such a short time?"

Xu Yao smiled and said, "I've heard your songs before, and the melody is very familiar. Then, according to your style, there is it."

These words were all made up by her, anyway, they all believed it.

There's absolutely no reason to create something like this.

Some people are the pinnacle when they debut, and some people can only slowly grope and climb at the bottom all their lives.

Wang Feng naturally believed it, "Okay, I think it's very good, I plan to buy it."

Xu Yao did not refuse, "As for the price, you can just give it as you see."

"...Okay." Wang Feng knew her identity and was not short of money at all, but sincerity was still required.

So he took the check from his assistant Wu Yong, filled in a number and handed it to her.

She didn't look at it, but gave it to Duan Ying who was next to her.

"That's enough, this song is yours from now on." Xu Yao said.

Wang Feng responded: "Thank you, I will fulfill your request as soon as possible."

He still had a lot of activities to do, but according to Xu Yao's request, he was going to the recording studio tonight.

Try to be able to send this song out in the shortest possible time.

Wang Feng and the others quickly left.

Xu Yao had a smile on her face. Wang Feng was very famous and influential.

The influence and popularity of writing songs for him may be several times that of the three newcomers.

The increase in popularity during this period is too slow, and I hope to make a breakthrough from Wang Feng.

While she was thinking, the door of the ward was opened, and the doctor Du Mingfeng walked in.

Xu Yao asked: "Do you want to draw blood again?"

Du Mingfeng nodded: "Yes."

Duan Ying pouted and said: "It's hard to get some meat back. Are you not afraid of accidents if you draw blood every day?"

Du Mingfeng has long been used to Duan Ying's dog legs, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

During this time, the focus of their team was on Xu Yao.

Xu Yao, who was supposed to pass away a week ago, has miraculously survived till now.

Not only did the body not get worse, but it became more energetic.

Could it be that this has something to do with her writing songs for people?

Medicine is a rigorous discipline.

Writing songs can bring terminally ill patients back to life, so why do you need medicine?
(End of this chapter)