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

"Wen He, now that you have money, what do you want to do? Like, where do you want to go, what do you want to eat that you've never had before?" Cheng Yudie asked curiously.

"I want to go to an amusement park, a water park, and to eat..." Wen He thought carefully.

"Ahem! Cough, cough... Fried chicken, cake, hamburgers, stuff like that," he said.

Hearing this, Cheng Yudie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Why are you like a child?"

"Uh... Is it a little strange for an adult like me to think about these things?"

Wen He really felt that these were things that children should want.

But these were indeed the things that Wen He had dreamed of.

Because he had longed for these things since he was a child, but he had never gotten them. Even if he did, they were always the things that his younger brother, Wen Ze, didn't want, or the leftovers.

In short, he had never owned anything of his own.

Amusement parks were always places where he could only stand outside and watch them have so much fun. Water parks were something he could only see on TV and on his phone.

Fried chicken, cake, and hamburgers were things that someone his age should have been accustomed to long ago.

But in Wen He's eyes, they were rare and precious treasures.

Although barbecues and hot pot were too.

But he had eaten those before.

He had hot pot on Cheng Yudie's birthday.

The barbecue was the one that the bus driver had treated him to.

"Strange isn't the word for it, it's just that it's a little too simple..."

Cheng Yudie suddenly felt a little sorry for him.

He had grown up so much, but he had never owned these things that every child should have, more or less.

This reminded Cheng Yudie of a story she had read before.

It was about a man from the mountains who, after acquiring a huge amount of wealth, bought several boxes of iced black tea as the first thing he did, and drank it every day. The reason was because he had drunk it once before, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted, so his dream was to have iced black tea to drink every day.

When she first saw this story, she thought it was ridiculous and stupid.

To have wealth that could rival a country, and then use it to buy iced black tea, it was really stupid.

Later, when she grew up, she understood...

Why people need to read, why they need to broaden their horizons.

Otherwise, even if a huge fortune fell on their head, they wouldn't be able to make good use of it.

But if you were to ask, was that man from the mountains happy?

He was definitely happy, because his dream had been fulfilled, and he had obtained iced black tea that he could never finish drinking in his lifetime.

Wen He was like that man from the mountains.

He had no idea how much money he would have, or what that money could allow him to experience.

So the things he dreamed of getting were so small in the eyes of ordinary people that they felt a little pitiful and heartbreaking...

This was Cheng Yudie's current mood.

She had thought that Wen He would be like a normal person, and use this last period of time to travel around the world and taste the delicacies of the world.

People are always used to standing from their own perspective, using their own values, to look at the whole world.

And they take it for granted that...

Someone, something, should be done in a certain way.

Just like Wen He could obviously use his ID card to create a Douyin account.

With his skills, he could easily take off and keep this fortune in his own hands, and then leave the family and be free from constraints.

But they never thought that a person who, from birth, had been calculated, beaten, scolded, exploited, PUA'd, and controlled...

Would not have such an idea at all.

Their subconscious had already been fixed to...

"If I do this, if I get caught, I'm dead."

Even if they escaped far, far away, they would still be worried and afraid every day because of the psychological shadow of fear, afraid that they would meet their parents on the street one day.

As for taking up the weapon of law to protect themselves, that was even more nonsense.

In this situation, if there was no external intervention, if they were not pushed to the limit, then they would die in silence in this lifetime.

The complexity of human beings, no one has been able to study thoroughly so far.

There is even the bizarre psychological state of [Stockholm Syndrome].

Fortunately, Wen He had not reached that point yet.

"Simple? Then what should I think about?" Wen He asked doubtfully.

"I think it's good to start with simple things. Have you ever seen a movie?" Cheng Yudie asked back.

"No," he shook his head.

"Have you ever had bubble tea?"

Wen He still shook his head.

"Well, then let's do it one by one, and do all the things you haven't done but want to do."

As she spoke, Cheng Yudie had already recorded all the things she had mentioned in a notebook.

1. Eat cake.

2. Go to the amusement park.

3. Eat a hamburger.

4. ......

In the next period of time, Cheng Yudie asked Wen He a lot of things, and Wen He almost denied every item by shaking his head.

Soon, Cheng Yudie had recorded all the things she could think of, a full three pages.

The next thing to do was to take Wen He to experience all these things he hadn't experienced.

"Okay, we have so many things to do next," Cheng Yudie said.

To accompany him to be happy in the last period of Wen He's life was the only thing Cheng Yudie had to do now.

"This is too much..." Wen He said with some emotion.

Cheng Yudie said a lot of things later, and he hadn't even heard of them.

"Not much, not much, many of them are very simple, and you can complete many items in one day."

"Really? I'm actually quite looking forward to it..."

Wen He smiled very happily.

He had never been valued so much by anyone.

Knock knock knock...

At this moment, there was a knock on the apartment door.

"Gao Chongting, you've come at the right time, we have a very important task now."

After Cheng Yudie saw that it was Gao Chongting through the peephole, she opened the door and let him in.

"What is it?" He looked puzzled.

"I stole Wen He's wish list, you are one of his few friends, do you want to participate?"

She invited him warmly.

After all, this was Wen He's last time in the world, and the more friends who could be with him, the better.

Although he didn't have many friends himself...

"Oh? Can I do without me? I'll definitely participate!"

Gao Chongting glanced at the so-called [Wish List] and then agreed directly.

"Oh, right, there's also good news. I took care of the boss who exploited you in the factory before, and by the way, I got back the compensation for the overtime you worked during that time."

As she spoke, Gao Chongting transferred the 20,000 yuan directly to Wen He.

"Twenty thousand!? How is it so much?"

Wen He was so frightened that he shuddered. He had never owned such a huge sum of money.

"Haha, it was originally 25,000, but I took 5,000 as a lawyer's fee. You shouldn't mind, right?" Gao Chongting said.

Of course, the total compensation was only 20,000.

The reason why he took 5,000 as a lawyer's fee was just to make Wen He feel at ease accepting the money.

Gao Chongting's defense of Wen He in court was purely his own voluntary act, and he would not charge Wen He half a cent.

Because Wen He had already paid before.

But it was not money that was used, but spiritual healing.