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

Chapter 5 I will write a song for you again!

in the lounge.

A dedicated service staff poured tea for them.

Wei Jingke, Li Ming, and Zhang Jie sat in three positions.

Especially Zhang Jie, who was immersed in the world of music with headphones on, completely unaware of the purpose of coming to the hospital today.

Li Ming was sure that they sold Zhang Jie, and Zhang Jie might count the money for them.

Apart from music, Zhang Jie doesn't care about anything.

Li Ming asked, "Director, when are we going to wait?"

Wei Jingke picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Didn't I just say that? Wait until she wakes up."

"So what if you wake up?" Li Ming glanced at Zhang Jie, "Should a dying person write a song for him?"

Wei Jingke put down the teacup, "Her song may have been written a long time ago, maybe there are still a lot in stock, we need to get one before she becomes popular. If there is no problem, it can be used as Zhang Jie's debut song."

Li Ming curled his lips, got up and walked outside, "I'll check on her condition, when will she wake up?"

Wei Jingke's phone rang, he picked up the phone and looked, it was the call from the director of the TV station.

Thinking of the director's distaste for what he said during this period, he also felt a little resentful.

As for the show, he didn't see Xu Yao now, so he didn't know what to do.

He didn't answer the call.

Li Ming came outside the ward and saw Mao Buyi who just came back.

Mao accidentally changed into work clothes, holding a medical record in his hand.

When the little nurses saw him, their eyes lit up.

But he was unmoved, without the excitement and excitement after the fire.

Instead, a little more sad.

Li Ming walked up and took the initiative to seek connections: "Hello, I am the assistant director of the Starlight Show program of Beijing TV Station. Congratulations on your successful promotion."

"Thank you." Mao Buyi nodded gently.

Li Ming asked: "Have you thought about what song to sing next?"

Mao Buyi shook his head: "I don't know."

"Ok?"

"I will sing whatever Ms. Xu asks me to sing." Mao Buyi gently pushed his glasses, "As long as she is happy."

Li Ming could see that Mao didn't expect that this was a respect for Xu Yao from the bottom of his heart.

Put Xu Yao's feelings first.

"Are you interested in signing with a brokerage company? I..."

Mao accidentally interrupted him, "Sorry, I don't have this consideration. I'm working, please don't ask me anything unrelated to work, thank you."

Li Ming's words were blocked, and he pondered for a moment: "Miss Xu's situation, how long will it take to wake up?"

"I can't tell." The melancholy look on Mao Buyi's body became a little stronger, "It's possible for five hours at the earliest, or more than ten hours at the longest."

Li Ming was surprised, he didn't expect it to take so long.

But thinking that Xu Yao is terminally ill, I can understand it.

Unexpectedly, Mao nodded slightly and continued to work on his own affairs.

Li Ming also returned to the lounge, playing with his mobile phone and waiting for the moment when Xu Yao woke up.

At the same time, there was a video of Mao Buyi singing on the Internet.

Although it was a video recorded by passers-by in the studio, the effect is not very clear.

But when the melody sounded and Mao accidentally opened his mouth, everyone was attracted by his voice.

They never imagined that they could hear such a beautiful song in their lifetime.

Simply the only one in the world.

"Unexpectedly, I remember you, your song is so beautiful."

"This is the first time I've heard a song that made me want to cry."

"After listening to it dozens of times on a loop, my tears have dried up!"

"Begging for an official high-definition version! I want clearer sound quality!"

The Internet is buzzing, and the hospital is very quiet.

The little nurses were working lightly, and Xu Yao was lying on the hospital bed.

In the whole room, there is only the sound of instruments.

When Xu Yao woke up, she heard the system prompt.

"Congratulations to the host for gaining popularity with the help of Mao Buyi's singing. The current popularity is 30000."

"The host can be exchanged for 3 days of life, please continue to work hard."

Xu Yao was very happy when she heard the first half of the sentence. Gaining popularity is easy.

However, when she heard the second half of the sentence, she became angry.

A popularity value of [-] can only be exchanged for three days of life?

Capitalists are more conscientious than your system!

She complained in her heart, but the system ignored her.

It can be seen that this rule is dead and there is no way to change it.

She slowly opened her eyes, and a familiar face came into view.

Mao's worried eyes slowly turned into joy, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Miss Xu, you finally woke up."

"You're back." She smiled and said, "You sing very well."

Mao Buyi's eyes turned red, and his smile was uglier than crying, "I wouldn't be able to sing this song without you."

She laughed and said, "Did you get promoted?"

"Yeah." Mao nodded unexpectedly.

"It's going to be the next round soon, right?"

"It should be, I didn't pay attention to it." Mao Buyi shook his head.

"Go get the paper and pen, and I'll write another song for you. Just take advantage of the gap in the past few days, practice more, and you can perform better next time than today." Xu Yao said encouragingly.

Unexpectedly, Mao did not move, and corrected: "It's not today, it was already yesterday."

"Does time go by so fast? What time is it?" Xu Yao laughed, she was so deep in sleep that she lost her sense of time.

The only good thing is that I only feel weak and have no other discomfort.

"It was already 4 o'clock the next morning, and you slept for more than ten hours." Mao Buyi said.

"You have been staying here all this time? Didn't you go back to rest?" Xu Yao saw the dark circles under his eyes.

"I want to wait for you to wake up and say thank you personally." Mao Buyi said.

Xu Yao waved her hand lightly, "I want to thank you."

Mao accidentally asked, "Are you hungry? I'll ask the kitchen to prepare something for you? What would you like to eat?"

"No need, I'm not hungry." She shook her head, "Go get me a pen and paper, I have another idea for a song, I want to write it down and give it to you right away."

"Miss Xu!" Mao Buyi diverted her attention earlier, hoping that she would have a good rest.

Who knows, she brought it up again.

He said sadly and caringly: "Your body is too weak, so don't think about the future, okay?"

Xu Yao said: "Is your worry superfluous, or do you think I have no right to think about the future?"

Mao Buyi was taken aback by her words, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Then bring what I want. I'm very happy that you sing well. What if you can overcome the illness?"

Xu Yao said optimistically, "We must believe in miracles!"

Unexpectedly, when Mao heard her words, he immediately regained his energy.

He quickly prepared paper and pen for her, and shook the bed again.

Although such hope is very, very slim, but at this moment he sincerely begs for a miracle to happen!

(End of this chapter)