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

Hearing the driver's words, Wen He also fell silent.

Back in their younger days, they must have also despised those middle-aged men who smoked, drank, and had big bellies.

But it's not until people leave school and enter society that they realize...

Most of the time, everyone is just helpless.

There are many things that a cigarette can probably solve.

If you don't know how, then you'll have to take many detours.

Dinner parties are the same.

Society is just a huge web of social interactions.

If you don't know how to cater to those who hold resources and power...

Then the opportunities in front of you might just slip away before your eyes.

It's not that everyone likes these things, but that a portion of people like these things, and in order to deal with this portion of people, everyone must master these skills.

Unless you are the big boss who needs to be pleased, then the rules will be set by you.

You can even have the people who come to discuss business with you eat lollipops if you want.

However, most bosses are like them, climbing up step by step.

When they become bosses, they will be surprised to find...

That besides smoking and drinking, they have no other hobbies, and they don't know how to do anything else.

Therefore...

Those who seek to cooperate with them will, in order to cater to their interests and hobbies, in order to give them the upper hand in discussions, and in order to please them,

Naturally, smoking and drinking become necessary items.

This is a huge cycle.

"Hello, would you like to order a song? It's five yuan per song."

At this time, a middle-aged man carrying a guitar and dragging a speaker came over to ask.

It seems...

He should also be a pitiful person who gave up his dream in order to make a living.

"Can I borrow it to sing a song?" Wen He asked in return.

"Of course."

After he stood the speaker up, he handed the microphone to Wen He, then looked at the guitar on his back and asked, "Do you need this?"

"Yes, I do."

After receiving a positive answer, the other party handed the guitar to Wen He.

As soon as Wen He held it, he knew that this guitar was valuable.

It's estimated that this busker once used it as a weapon to pursue his dreams.

It's just that now it's being used as a tool to make a living.

It's even fallen to the point where it can be used for just five yuan.

"You can still sing?" The driver suddenly became interested.

"A little."

Wen He briefly adjusted the equipment.

Then he connected to Bluetooth and imported the prepared accompaniment.

Everyone present was also attracted by Wen He's actions.

"How come this song of yours is an independent audio file?" The busker noticed the anomaly.

Generally speaking, when someone is in the mood to sing, they would definitely open a music app, play their favorite song, and then sing along.

Wen He wasn't like that; he imported an independent audio file instead of using a music app.

"This is an original song of my own; it's not yet available online," Wen He explained.

"You wrote it yourself!? Have you thought of a song title?" The busker looked shocked.

To dare sing his own original song in public before it's even released, how confident is he in himself?

Although this is just a barbecue stall, if it's bad, he'll definitely suffer social death, right...?

"Yes, the song title is 'Born to Be Human.'"

(Born to Be Human - Shang Shida)

Before the echo faded, Wen He plucked the strings, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

Those near Wen He naturally heard these conversations, and they immediately opened their phones to search for the song's name, only to find that it really couldn't be found.

This immediately aroused a strong interest in everyone present.

They've seen many buskers on the roadside.

But this is the first time they've seen someone on the roadside who wants to sing their own original song.

The driver was also a little dumbfounded; he didn't expect Wen He to have this kind of skill.

But he was more worried that he would mess up.

After all, so many people are watching.

As the prelude gradually sounded, Wen He also plucked the strings in his arms.

With just these few strums, the busker had already noticed that Wen He was quite skilled!

The beat was quite steady, and the guitar sound was almost completely integrated into the accompaniment!

"The cigarette I once said I wouldn't smoke."

"Has already been inhaled into my lungs for several years."

In just two short sentences.

Instantly, everyone present stopped what they were doing.

Almost everyone was stunned in place, turning their heads to look at Wen He.

Even the owner of the barbecue restaurant was dumbfounded.

"The dreams of the past were innocent and pure."

"Now my mind is full of nothing but money."

"The wishes I make with my eyes closed on my birthday every year."

"How many can come true?"

"People always change."

"I'm sorry..."

That sad melody coupled with Wen He's extremely vicissitudes voice.

Almost instantly, it struck the hearts of everyone.

And the content of this song made them fall into silence.

The cigarette in their hands...

Trembled slightly.

It was as if a knife had been stabbed into their hearts without warning.

Even breathing felt painful.

Clearly, they were once people who would frown at the smell of smoke.

How come they've already been inhaling it into their lungs for several years now?

The bold words and grand aspirations of youth, never compromising on a mundane life.

Now it's become three sentences inseparable from money.

Although people will change.

Why do they all change in the direction they hate the most...?

Everyone stared blankly at the lit cigarette in their hands, then helplessly extinguished it.

At least for now...

They don't want to be disliked by their younger selves.

"They all say that life can be without distinction between noble and lowly."

"But some are born to be called young masters."

"Some can only look at the ground."

"Looking up, all they see are dirty faces."

"Aspiring to be at the forefront of society."

"But always defeated by the face of power."

"Words from the heart."

"I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't hold it in any longer.

Those pillars supporting each family became incomparably fragile at this moment.

Some took off their glasses and rubbed their reddened eyes.

Some had painful expressions, forcibly holding back the tears in their eyes.

Some raised their heads and took a deep breath, afraid that tears would slide from the corners of their eyes.

They bear the expectations of countless people.

Wives, children, parents...

They dare not reveal their true feelings to anyone.

They can only silently bear the suffocating pressure alone.

Only when they smoke can they briefly extract their souls from this tired body.

When the cigarette is extinguished, they have to reorganize their emotions and face this heavy reality again.

The disgusting social engagements are ruthlessly destroying their bodies.

They become afraid of taking pictures, afraid of the camera.

Because even they themselves are unwilling to admit how ugly and unbearable the person in the mirror is.

The burden of the family weighs them down, making it difficult for them to breathe and lift their heads.

But no matter what, they cannot fall.

Because life must go on.

Until their bodies completely collapse and they are hospitalized...

Perhaps only then can this heavy life get a moment's rest.