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

Night fell, and the moonlight, like silver,洒在 every leaf in the forest, casting dappled shadows on the ground through the gaps in the foliage.

The cold autumn wind blew through the trees, tousling Wen He's hair and stinging his eyes.

"Cough, cough…"

Looking at the tissue stained red with blood in his hand, Wen He felt no emotional turbulence.

More than that, the intense pain throughout his body caused him unbearable suffering.

It was as if countless ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.

The pain made him grimace, and cold sweat poured down.

A chill, from the inside out, gradually spread throughout his body.

Exhausted and in pain, lonely and cold.

Just like the long, endless night.

After the wave of pain subsided, Wen He only felt…

…that this life,

was perhaps a little too arduous.

He didn't want to die; he wanted to live, to see more of this world, and to eat more delicious food he hadn't tried yet.

But alas…

…living was truly too tiring.

Every day was filled with endless work, so exhausting that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

There was also the incessant coughing and the pain that permeated his entire body.

Even the slightest ray of light willing to shine on him was about to be mercilessly taken away.

If there was an afterlife, he never wanted to come to this world again.

Wen He walked numbly down the street, finally stopping in front of a beggar.

He had originally wanted to buy Cheng Yudie a gift before leaving.

But Mother Wen's words echoed in his mind like a haunting melody.

Wen He, with his inferiority complex ingrained in his bones, understood very well that he and Cheng Yudie were completely impossible.

He had never even entertained the thought of fantasies; it was an unattainable luxury for him.

Perhaps not getting close to her was the best gift Wen He could give her.

After all…

…he had never been favored by the goddess of fortune.

Wen He took out all his savings, 323.5 yuan, and put it all into the beggar's bowl.

The elderly beggar had never received such a large sum of money.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up, he only saw a receding figure in the distance.

Unknowingly…

…Wen He had already walked deep into the mountains.

Feeling the tranquility and harmony of the forest.

Wen He took out his phone, preparing to record the last song of his life.

He had wanted to sing a warm and cheerful song, but he simply couldn't bring himself to be happy.

After much thought, Wen He finally chose a relatively calm one.

… … … …

… … … …

[Everyone, come quick! Wen He has released a new song again! Let's guess whether this song is healing or depressing!]

[《Like a Fish》, looking at the song title, I guess it might be healing, like a fish swimming freely in the vast ocean, and fish only have seven seconds of memory, so they can forget all the bad things.]

(Like a Fish — Wang Erlang)

[I don't care if it's healing or depressing, anyway, I'm just going to cry! My tear ducts are very developed now, and I burst into tears at the slightest touch! Cry loudly! Cry until the end of time! Cry until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble! Hahahahahaha! ! !]

[Another one's gone crazy, quickly carry him away.]

Wen He's continuous popularity ensured that his new songs would never be unpopular.

People now completely trusted Wen He, and they were already celebrating halfway through before they even started listening.

The prelude to this song was still Wen He's usual style.

Gentle, calm, with a hint of loneliness and sadness…

Almost every one of his songs was like this.

“This is a simple song ~”

“Nothing special ~”

“Try to put yourself in my shoes ~”

“It's so naive ~”

“Like a naughty child ~”

Wen He's voice gradually sounded in the video.

The sadness revealed in the calmness instantly immersed everyone in it.

Almost every video he posted had no highlights, just a very ordinary scene.

Either the rising sun, or the moonlight, or the surface of a lake…

In short, these things were easily accessible to almost everyone.

But in this fast-paced era, not many people can calm down and observe the beauty in life.

If Wen He's video was placed in the past, they wouldn't even stop for a second, and would just swipe it away.

Such a simple video without any technical content, but it goes very well with Wen He's song.

[Maru spicy! This prelude is guaranteed to be depressing, I hope everyone is mentally prepared.]

[Compared to Wen He's previous two depressing masterpieces, this one has a different flavor, like the forced calmness after struggling hard.]

[Yeah, the depression in the previous two songs came too fiercely, directly hitting the heart, and people were numb after listening.]

[I think don't say it so definitely yet, who knows if this will be the calm before the storm, I'm afraid he'll give us a big one later.]

Facing Wen He's new song, they were all well prepared in their hearts.

However…

…it seems that it doesn't work every time.

“How ridiculous a secret ~”

“Only I am still persisting ~”

“Who can see through my ~ eyes ~”

“Let me be no longer ~ blind ~”

The restless people gradually calmed down, and they all immersed themselves in Wen He's singing.

Everyone is good at disguising, but they also contradictorily expect someone to truly see through their disguise.

Being good at disguising is to protect yourself, and also to protect others.

Because only they themselves know how much negative energy they have.

In order not to pass on these bad emotions, they can only force a smile and pretend to be open-minded.

Even if they are injured, they will just laugh it off, and then hide in a corner to lick their wounds.

They also hope that one day, someone will expose their disguise, and then accept, at all costs, the most authentic self hidden in the shadows.

[I can make everyone laugh at school, but I can't make myself laugh, but I'm always the one who laughs the loudest, I disguise myself very well, no one can see through it, I hope someone can see through it, and I'm also afraid someone can see through it, I hope it's because I also want to be my true self, I'm afraid it's because my hypocritical face is disgusting.]

[I made up a beautiful story, and the composition almost got full marks. In reality, my mother wouldn't give me hot milk, wouldn't prepare breakfast for me, and wouldn't take care of me when I was sick. I don't know why I had to make it so real, just like it was real.]

[I see that everyone is laughing very happily, and everyone's life is very beautiful. If I say it too tragically, I'm afraid it will affect their mood, and I'm afraid that a rat's turd will ruin the pot of porridge.]

[Hypocrisy is the norm. We all know that the most authentic self can't see the light. Sometimes I can't even accept my own bad habits, let alone others.]

[I like being alone because I can be my most authentic self. If someone can accept me like this, I don't hate being lively either.]

Wen He's singing can always enter people's hearts, not just because it sounds good.

But because he can accurately sing what everyone desires most in their hearts.

As the background music entered the climax,

Wen He's singing also pierced everyone's hearts…