Entertainment: Take your life to write songs? The whole network begging me not to die

Su Chen’s voice just fell.

Wang Xinling immediately became anxious!

“The chief doctor said before the examination, you are overdrawing your life by writing songs!”

“Just… just because you wrote two songs for Mr. Deng Ziqi and me, you could have survived for two weeks, but now it’s only one week at most!”

Wang Xinling’s pretty face was full of tension and anxiety at the moment.

And Deng Ziqi was completely stunned at this time!

She only saw that Su Chen had to endure physical pain when she wrote songs.

But I didn’t realize that the price Su Chen paid for writing songs turned out to be life!

The issue is……

Su Chen is a person who doesn’t have a few days to live!

“You can’t write songs anymore…”

“Otherwise, you will really die, woo…”

As Wang Xinling spoke, she broke the defense on the spot and cried so much that it was raining.

Deng Ziqi looked at Su Chen blankly.

There was still a gentle smile on Su Chen’s face at this moment.

“It’s okay, I can write.”

A light sentence.

At this moment, Deng Ziqi’s eyes turned red.

“Come here with a pen and paper.”

Su Chen looked at Wang Xinling and said softly.

“No, I don’t!”

“Su Chen, you really don’t want to write anymore… I’m so scared, really scared!”

Wang Xinling was crying, her innocent and pretty face was full of tension at the moment.

She even played rascal.

He just stood there, without the slightest move to get the pen and paper.

Su Chen sighed and glanced at the system panel that only he could see.

There are still about 20 minutes left until this wake-up time ends.

“Give me a pen and paper, I really don’t have much time.”

………

finally.

Wang Xinling and Deng Ziqi still couldn’t beat Su Chen.

Under the gaze of two people with red eyes.

Su Chen was leaning on the edge of the hospital bed.

Holding a pen in his hand, he slowly writes and draws.

And from time to time there is a ‘hiss’ inhalation sound.

It hurts, it really hurts.

It’s not a pain in the flesh, it’s a pain in the bones.

This pain is like piercing the heart.

But Su Chen also gritted his teeth and endured it at the moment.

No way, in order to survive, he had to write songs.

As long as you write enough good songs and wait for your health attributes to gradually increase, there will be hope of breaking free from death and disease.

But these, Wang Xinling and Deng Ziqi did not know.

From their perspective, Su Chen is taking his life to write songs!

“Woooo…”

Wang Xinling covered her mouth and cried again.

She tried hard not to cry.

But the ward still echoed a low choked sob.

Deng Ziqi stood there blankly.

Just look at Su Chen.

Her mind was blank at the moment.

She only felt a throbbing pain in her heart!

ten minutes later.

Su Chen finally stopped the pen in his hand.

call–

Leaning against the bed, he took a deep breath.

Su Chen’s breathing became somewhat rapid.

With my current physical condition, it is indeed a bit reluctant to bury myself in writing songs like this.

“All right.”

“Look at it.”

This time Su Chen didn’t even have the strength to reach out and hand over the manuscript.

Instead, he turned to look at Deng Ziqi.

Deng Ziqi blushed, bit her lip and reached out to take it.

It is still familiar, with a bit of crooked handwriting.

Only this time, the handwriting seemed more disordered.

Small details made Deng Ziqi more silent.

On the top of the manuscript paper, is the eye-catching song title.

“The Devil From Heaven”!

What Su Chen wrote to Deng Ziqi was naturally her most classic song ever.

If the previous song “Bubble” was said, Deng Ziqi was conferred a god in the first battle.

Then this song “The Devil from Heaven” is a divine song that has completely established its status in the music world!

When this song came out, it was no joke that it was sung all over the streets…

“My request is still the same, to sing on stage as soon as possible.”

Su Chen warned softly.

time does not wait.

Because of the fact that he spent 20 days of life to buy [Wake Time Controllable], Su Chen’s life balance is only 7 days now.

7 days of life can be said to be hovering on the brink of death.

Su Chen needs to get the life extension reward as soon as possible.

“it is good.”

Deng Ziqi took a deep look at Su Chen, bit his lip, and spit out a word.

“Well, come on.”

Su Chen smiled slightly at her.

Deng Ziqi took a deep breath.

He and Wang Xinling helped Su Chen to lie back on the bed again.

A simple action already made Su Chen’s forehead full of cold sweat.

“Mr. Su Chen, there is something I want to tell you.”

Deng Ziqi looked at Su Chen, hesitated for a moment and said.

Su Chen turned his head and looked.

“you say.”

Deng Ziqi’s voice was very low:

“The bubble of my song in “Singer” made the guest singers in the program group want to know you.”

“They want you to help write songs.”

“I wanted to ask for your opinion before, but now your physical condition…”

“I’ll go back and find an excuse to help you reject them, okay?”

Deng Ziqi’s voice just fell.

Su Chen’s eyes lit up!

good guy.

Are you worried that your life is not enough, so other singers will be delivered to your door?