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

Under the respectful gaze of the crowd.

Su Chen was helped by Wang Xinling and another nurse.

Hard to get up from the hospital bed.

Half seated against the head of the bed.

Although Su Chen tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn’t help but let out a ‘hissing’ inhalation sound.

Liu Huan, Zhang Jie, Hu Yanbin, Xiao Jingteng, several big men, their eyes were a little red at this moment, and they bit their cheeks fiercely.

“call–”

Su Chen took a long breath.

“Xinling, help me with those manuscript papers and a pen.”

Su Chen said softly.

Steve on the side was stunned when he heard this.

Immediately, his eyes widened.

“How many manuscript papers?”

“Mr. Su Chen!”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to write more than one song this time!”

Steve almost cried out.

And following his words, the rest of the people in the ward also came to their senses!

Su Chen shook his head indifferently:

“A few songs, it doesn’t matter.”

Steve was anxious: “This is very important!”

He almost blushed and said eagerly:

“In your current physical condition, the act of writing a song itself is very difficult, and it is overdrafting your life!”

“One song is already a lot of consumption!”

“you……”

This time, before Steve finished speaking, Su Chen interrupted.

“Don’t worry, I have the numbers.”

This statement came out.

All of Steve’s words were instantly choked.

And Su Chen finally picked up the pen and paper.

…………

“Mr. Su Chen.”

Just when Su Chen looked up at Liu Huan and the others.

Hu Yanbin was the first to speak.

His voice was hoarse at the moment, but firm.

“I’m very honored to see you this time. As for the song, you don’t need to think about it for me.”

Yes.

Hu Yanbin, who originally wanted to make trouble with Deng Ziqi and Sun Nan, wanted to see Mr. Su Chen, and asked for a song, now changed his tune.

He doesn’t want to sing anymore!

This is not a polite word, but a real truth from the heart!

A good song, of course, is very important to him, and he really wants it.

But compared to a song, he couldn’t bear to exchange his life for Su Chen!

This absurd and bizarre attitude change, Hu Yanbin probably would never have thought of it in advance.

Not just Hu Yanbin.

Xiao Jingteng also took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

“Mr. Su Chen, as a musician, I have great respect and admiration for you.”

“But you don’t need to think about the song for me.”

same.

The dark Zhang Jie also spoke.

“Mr. Su Chen, I don’t need it either.”

The last person to speak was Teacher Liu Huan, a senior in the music industry.

in this group of singers.

He is the one song that needs Su Chen the most to help him revive his reputation in the music world.

but……

“Mr. Su Chen, I beg you not to write songs for me.”

Liu Huan even uttered the word ‘request’!

This scene in the ward has already caused many people to be stunned.

But after a second thought, everyone can understand.

Because, no one had the heart to see Su Chen really take his life to change songs.

Steve on the side was finally relieved when he saw this scene.

That’s fine.

The attitude of these singers is still very good.

I also know that I can’t bear to let Su Chen overdraft his life.

But it didn’t wait for him to be happy for a while.

The next moment, Steve was stunned.

Because he saw that Su Chen on the hospital bed had already started writing!

…………

For the request of Liu Huan et al.

Su Chen didn’t answer a word.

Do not want?

Come all come!

This song does not write the past that can be said?

It’s not that Madam Su Chen has a heart attack, and she has to write songs for people.

But the matter of writing songs is related to your own life extension reward!

Su Chen’s movements were very slow.

His right hand holding the pen trembled.

The forehead also slowly began to sweat.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

half an hour.

…

It’s different from before Su Chen wrote songs for ten minutes or even three minutes to solve the battle.

This time Su Chen wrote for a long time.

No one could see exactly what songs he wrote or how many songs he wrote.

They could only see that Su Chen would stop the pen in his hand from time to time.

Then he leaned his head back on the edge of the bed.

Exhale deeply, inhale.

This scene made everyone extremely worried.

Wang Xinling almost cried when she saw it.

He couldn’t help but leaned forward to persuade him with a weeping voice: “Su Chen, don’t write it yet…”

And Su Chen’s response was just a gentle smile.

The next moment, he continued to bury his head and hold the pen to write.

Wang Xinling really cried

But the only thing she could do at the moment was to hold a tissue and help Su Chen wipe the fine cold sweat oozing from her forehead.

a long time.

A full hour and a half passed.

Su Chen finally stopped writing.

call–

He let out a long breath.

The whole person seemed to have collapsed at the moment.

Even the voice of speaking has become extremely weak.

“All right.”

“One song per person, all rain and dew.”

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ps:

It’s late, but the tenth will be delivered~~

Kneeling and begging for all kinds of flower tickets~~