I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

By the time Wen He returned home, everyone was asleep.

Looking at the leftover dishes in the sink and the messy living room, Wen He simply went back to his room, wrote a note, and placed it in a conspicuous place in the living room.

After completing all of this, Wen He fell into a deep sleep.

[I missed the last bus. By the time I got home, you were already asleep. I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I didn't clean up. I'll take care of everything when I get back from work tomorrow.]

When Father Wen and Mother Wen got up in the morning to send Wen Ze to school, they noticed the note.

At this time, Wen He was already on the bus.

"Good morning, are you coming to my house to hang out after work today?"

Looking at the message from Cheng Yudie, Wen He smiled knowingly and replied, "Won't it disturb your postgraduate studies?"

"Please, I've quit playing games and scrolling through Douyin. Now, besides studying, I basically have no entertainment. I just play with Duo Duo, but Duo Duo doesn't want to play with me. It's too lazy."

"How exactly did you raise it to be so round?"

"It's purely because it eats a lot. I didn't deliberately feed it any fattening snacks. When it was young, it could eat five times in ten minutes. Now that it's grown up, it only eats once in ten minutes."

"It eats so much less often after growing up, so why is it still so fat?" Wen He was a little puzzled.

"Because it can eat more than half a bowl at a time."

"You feed it a lot, it eats a lot, so it's called Duo Duo. I gradually understand everything..."

"Hahahaha, isn't it very reasonable?"

The morning sun shone on Wen He through the glass, and he chatted happily with Cheng Yudie.

His body felt warm, and his heart felt warm too.

He thought Cheng Yudie was very smart and could always say unexpected things.

Just like the people in his live broadcast room.

Their thinking was very jumpy, and Wen He often couldn't keep up with their ideas.

No wonder they always said Wen He was stupid and dull.

But this didn't prevent Wen He from enjoying chatting with them.

While chatting with Cheng Yudie on the bus, Wen He opened Douyin again to take a look.

He panicked for a moment when he discovered the immense impact of the song "Seabed" from yesterday.

He picked up his phone, recorded a video, and titled it...

[Good morning, world; good morning, sun.]

This video was only a few seconds long, and the content was only the warm sun outside the car window.

The likes and comments grew wildly at an extremely fast rate just a few seconds after the video was posted.

[Wen He is still alive! That's great! Oh my god, you really scared us last night...]

[The immersion of that song "Seabed" is too strong. The emotions are so rich that it's hard to describe. I looped that song all night and cried for a whole night. Fortunately, it's just a song...]

[Wen He, if you are well, then it is a sunny day.]

[In what environment did you create such a song? The lonely and desperate feeling of suffocation is too real. This is a truly depressing anthem in the true sense.]

[Now, I can finally be glad that Wen He has created another extremely explosive top-notch anthem! I really cried my eyes out listening to it last night...]

After confirming that nothing had happened to Wen He, the stone hanging in everyone's heart was finally put down.

Only at this time did they realize how powerful Wen He's song was.

It was just a song, but it really made them feel a sense of despair as if they were there.

[Ding-dong ~ Next stop, Nanju Mountain.]

[Passengers who are about to get off the bus, please prepare.]

Wen He, who was about to arrive at the station, sent Cheng Yudie a final message: "I'm going to work. I'll come find you after work."

"Okay, then we've agreed. I've been so bored lately."

"Yeah, it's a deal."

"Okay! Then you go!"

After replying to this message, Cheng Yudie looked at the video on Douyin.

In the video, there was only a warm, shining sun.

She smiled faintly, looked up at the window, and gently stroked Duo Duo, who was basking in the sun, with her right hand.

"It's so warm..."

Cheng Yudie murmured softly, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

......

......

Night, factory.

"Uncle Zhang, can I get off work now?" Wen He said, looking at the time.

"Huh?" Uncle Zhang was a little surprised and also looked at the time.

7:00 PM.

It was indeed time to get off work.

But...

Wen He had been working overtime until after nine o'clock recently.

He would even work overtime until that late without Uncle Zhang reminding him.

What's wrong today?

Why is he asking if he can get off work as soon as it's time?

"Xiao He, I know you've been very busy recently. You've really worked hard during this time."

"But, alas..."

"Uncle Zhang really can't help it. The construction period has been too tight recently. I've already told Shan Shan to recruit people as soon as possible, but no one can be recruited."

"Please understand Uncle Zhang and work overtime again, okay?"

Uncle Zhang began to train Wen He's obedience as he did in the beginning.

This trick seemed weak, but it was actually a strategy of retreating to advance, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to refuse a smiling face.

For people with a pleasing personality...

If they refuse, it's as if they've made a mistake and become a sinner.

Obviously, Wen He is a very classic pleasing personality.

He is very bad at refusing others.

Especially when others ask him to do something in a nice way.

Even if it makes him very uncomfortable and extremely painful, he just can't refuse.

"Then... okay then..."

"Uncle Zhang, can I only work half an hour overtime? I really have something urgent today."

Wen He said almost pleadingly.

"One hour, Xiao He, get off work on time at eight o'clock." Uncle Zhang patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay..."

Wen He returned to the assembly line with some distress.

Wen He spent this last hour in extreme torment.

He had never realized before that an hour could be so long, so long that it seemed like it would never end.

Before, even when Wen He worked overtime until after nine o'clock, he didn't feel anything in his heart except for feeling physically tired.

Perhaps...

He subconsciously thought that it would be better to be in this assembly line factory than to return to that cold home.

Here, at most, his body was tired, but there would be no fear in his soul.

And now.

Wen He had a place he wanted to go.

His mentality had naturally undergone earth-shaking changes.

......

......

After spending this hour in torment, Wen He rushed towards Cheng Yudie's apartment without looking back.

Knock knock knock...

He knocked on the door.

Cheng Yudie opened the door and found that it was Wen He, pretending to be angry and said, "Why didn't you reply to my messages? It's already eight o'clock. I've been waiting for you so long that even the daylilies have withered."

"I'm sorry, the boss wanted me to work overtime. I ran over as soon as I got off work and didn't have time to reply... Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Wen He explained quickly.

But before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently.

"Okay, I don't blame you. Come in and eat. I made a big meal today."

Seeing Wen He's panting appearance and such a severe cough, Cheng Yudie quickly pulled Wen He in.

However...

When she touched that moist feeling, she turned her head to look, and then her eyes widened suddenly.

Wen He looked like he had done something wrong and quickly hid the bloody tissue behind his back.

"Let me see." She frowned slightly and stretched out her hand.

"No." Wen He shook his head and took half a step back.

Cheng Yudie was quick-witted and grabbed Wen He's hand from behind. The wad of blood-stained tissue also rolled to the ground.

Cheng Yudie picked up the tissue and looked at Wen He with a look of astonishment: "You... why are you coughing so badly!?"