I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 414, Li Yun's 'posthumous work'

"Sir, you have a little fever, should you take an injection or take medicine?"

The injection will get better sooner, but it’s okay if you don’t want to take the injection and take medicine, as long as it gets better slowly.
Li Yun is not the type who shies away from medical treatment, nor does he have the idea of ​​not wanting to get an injection, so he nodded and said, "Give me an IV, it will heal faster."

The most uncomfortable part of a cold is the feeling of weakness that comes from the soul, which makes people feel like they are almost dying.

Li Yun didn't want to experience it anymore.

That feeling is more uncomfortable than the ash annihilation of a strong scull.

"That's fine. You also have some stomach problems. I'll prescribe you an anti-inflammatory drug."

"Ah."

The doctor gave Li Yun a bottle of drip medicine.

Then Li Yun lay down on the hospital bed next to him and waited for the bottle.

As for why you can get an injection in bed, it is purely because there are quite a few patients here, so that patients with colds and fevers can enjoy the beds.

For Li Yun, a salted fish, if you can lie down, you will never sit, and if you can sit, you will never stand. This is Li Yun's philosophy of life and life.

While on the way to drip, Li Yun had all the inspiration to finish "The Difficult Road to Shu".

After writing down the difficult road to Shu, Li Yun immediately uploaded it on Weibo.

When it was uploaded on Weibo, Li Yun suddenly felt a strange sense of relief.

Finally, "The Difficult Road to Shu" is finished.

Li Yun has a feeling of being moved by paying off the debt.

The big hole was finally filled.

There is even a refreshing feeling of wearing brand new underwear in the new year.

"Hey, I have to fill up these pit debts little by little in the future."

Li Yun sighed, his tone was a bit inexplicable.
Thinking of those poetry lovers who are eager for "The Difficult Road to Shu", Li Yun feels a little guilty.

In the future, try not to leave such pitted works.
It's so frustrating.

"What? "The Difficult Road to Shu" has been filled in?"

"Weibo released "The Difficult Road to Shu"?"

"Finally, I finally waited for this day. I thought this day would never come."

The president of the Piano Association looked at Weibo, bursting with ecstasy.

The long-awaited road to Shu is difficult, and the hole is finally filled.

On the other side, the vice president said in amazement: "You and I thought you would want Li Yun to work hard on classical music."

"Sorry, although I am the president of the Piano Association, I prefer Li Yun's poems."

The president of the Piano Association smiled slightly.

The vice president looked a little weird, and he felt like he was in an undercover agent.

Obviously they are all from the classical music world!

In fact, this is also caused by the composition of Li Yun's fans, after all, they come from various fields.

When there are foreign enemies, people from various fields will gather together, and if there are no foreign enemies, these audiences from various fields with different views and preferences will start a civil war.

Fans want Li Yun to focus on their favorite fields, not other fields.

Promise me that you only like me alone, okay—this is the mentality of Li Yun fans. In theory, everyone is even an enemy.

This kind of delicate relationship is probably difficult to see in other places, or even directly speaking, it is not seen at all.

"You're thinking it's kind of weird that I, as a member of the classical music world, look forward to his poetry more than his music."

"Neither"

"Hahaha, I can see what you're thinking." The president of the Piano Association smiled and said, "Isn't there a saying, the piano is work, and ancient poetry is life. Isn't it normal to separate work and hobbies? "

"Hey, is that so? I thought you liked the piano very much."

"Hahaha, if I like it, I like it, but I have played the piano all my life. For a change, it's good to recite poems."

"President, I really have you. I can't discuss our fans in front of you in the future. Wait a minute? Huh? There's another piece of news coming out. Wait a minute."

"what happened?"

The vice president looked at the phone with an attitude of extreme astonishment and disbelief.

"President, you... see for yourself."

The president of the piano association looked at the phone screen, the expression on his face changed rapidly.

Shocked, shocked, and then regretful.
"Li Xiaoyou's The Difficult Road to Shu finally came out, what I have been waiting for is really difficult." Huang Bingtian said with emotion: "I even thought that I would never see the "Difficult Road to Shu" come out in my lifetime."

"Teacher, don't say such an unlucky thing."

"It's nothing auspicious or unlucky. I can see it. You don't need to comfort me."

Huang Bingtian said with a smile: "I have always believed that death is actually a kind of gift. If there is no death in this world, the existence of emotions would be particularly ridiculous, and because of death, some ephemeral things are more cherished. "

What Huang Bingtian said made the student Xiao Wang very emotional.

As expected of his own teacher, he can easily think of things that others dare not think of.

In fact, it is not difficult to think of this truth, but at Huang Bingtian's age, it is particularly valuable to be able to think of such a truth.

This is a kind of strength from the soul that allows him to face life and death so calmly.

This kind of free and easy is enviable.

Wang Han thought he couldn't do it, he felt that at his age, he couldn't be so free and easy between life and death, let alone if he was in Huang Bingtian's position, it would be impossible to take life and death so lightly .

But because of this, I am a student, and he is a teacher, isn't it?
"Come on, let me enjoy this work quietly."

Huang Bingtian thought.

In an afternoon, with a cup of old tea, you can appreciate this poem for an afternoon.

This is where the charm of ancient Chinese lies.

However, when Huang Bingtian was thinking this way, Wang Han on the side interrupted his thoughts, and said in astonishment: "Old teacher, there is still new news on Weibo?"

"What's new?"

"See for yourself."

"I'm presbyopic, it's okay if you let me see for myself."

Huang Bingtian laughed and shook his head, but he still put on his reading glasses.

"What, so mysterious."

However, when Huang Bingtian read the news carefully, his complexion suddenly changed, becoming extremely ugly, as if he didn't believe what was said in the headline.

When discussing the topic of life and death with his students before, Huang Bingtian's face was not so ugly.

At this time, the number one most searched title on Weibo was very popular, as if other things were not as popular as this one. From now on, we can see how hot this thing is.

And the headline hanging high reads impressively.

""The Difficult Road to Shu" may become Li Yun's last work!"

The accompanying picture is a picture of Li Yun in the hospital, with a pale face, stubbornly writing something with a pen.

It seems that she is using her last strength to leave traces in this world.

(End of this chapter)