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

Hearing that the things the classmates were talking about were not related to what he was thinking, he was somewhat disappointed.

But soon, Wen Ze, who had regained his senses, was also a little surprised.

"What barbecue stall's popular person? He looks very similar to my brother?" Wen Ze was puzzled.

In the past, he would have known this kind of news relatively early.

But last night was obviously not a normal situation.

He barely slept all night last night.

He fell asleep for a moment when he was extremely sleepy in the middle of the night, and then was awakened by a nightmare.

As a result, his mental state can be said to be extremely poor now.

Both his mind and body have suffered inhuman torture.

Now, when he thinks of the word "home", he will be frightened and tremble all over.

【What? You don't know? Then it seems that it has nothing to do with your brother.】

【Alas, although I guessed it a long time ago, I still have a glimmer of hope. It would be great if Wen He was really your brother. We all want to see him.】

【My dream in this life is to see Wen He sing with my own eyes, but he has never officially shown his face so far.】

【Wen Ze, do you have that family photo with you? Why don't you take it out and let us see it? The person in the video really looks a lot like you.】

【Yes, yes, hurry up and take it out for us to see.】

The classmates also chimed in, wanting a definite answer.

After all…

Wen He is their dream idol!

Who can let go of the opportunity that their idol might be by their side!

"Do you have your phones with you? Let me take a look and I'll know." Wen Ze was also very curious whether the person they were talking about was his own brother.

"I have one, someone keep watch, shout if the teacher comes, if it gets confiscated, my parents will beat me to death when I get back." A tall, thin boy said.

At this time, everyone was surprisingly united.

Soon someone volunteered to be the lookout, while everyone else gathered together.

He carefully took out his phone, and then opened the collection folder in Douyin.

The moment Wen Ze saw the picture, his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

That was his own brother, Wen He!

"How is it, did you recognize him? Is this your brother?" Someone quickly asked.

"Wait, let me look at it a little longer," Wen Ze said.

There was no doubt that it was Wen He, and Wen Ze was curious about what his brother was doing here.

As the video continued to play, Wen He's singing voice came out.

Being underage, they couldn't hear the emotions in the song, they just thought it sounded good.

After the song ended…

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Wen Ze saw Wen He suddenly cough up a lot of blood.

The extremely strong cough made everyone who saw this scene feel extremely distressed.

【I really cried to death when I saw this scene last night…】

【Don't mention it, I was scared to death, coughing up blood all over the floor, I was both scared and heartbroken for him.】

【Me too, it made me feel so bad that I couldn't sleep well all night, I could feel his pain through the screen.】

【It must not be Wen He, I would rather not see Wen He than to let him be like this…】

【Wen Ze, how is it, can you tell? This shouldn't be your brother, right?】

Just when everyone was sighing and looking for Wen Ze to get an answer…

"The teacher is coming!"

A sudden exclamation startled everyone, and they scattered in all directions.

The noisy and chaotic classroom became silent in an instant.

Everyone sat upright in their seats, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Ze, who had also returned to his seat, was absent-minded, thinking about the scenes he had just seen.

Seeing Wen He's extremely tragic cough, Wen Ze felt as if someone had grabbed his heart, causing him pain that almost suffocated him.

Thinking of himself in the past, mocking and ridiculing Wen He because of his cough.

A strong sense of guilt made him cry uncontrollably.

His whole person almost collapsed and wanted to die in an instant.

A rainstorm-like self-blame deeply swept through his heart.

His eyes were red, tears fell like a torrential rain, and his small body kept sobbing.

This scene caused everyone in the class to cast their gazes over.

"Wen Ze, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

The head teacher also hurriedly asked when she saw this scene.

But Wen Ze couldn't hear any sound in his ears now.

His blurred vision couldn't see anything clearly.

He thought of Wen He, who cleaned up the house spotlessly and never complained.

He thought of Wen He, who never resisted the family, but was always oppressed and humiliated by his parents.

He thought of Wen He, who was working day and night, and he almost never saw him rest.

It was such a gentle, kind, and honest Wen He in the world…

But he had been bullying him all the time.

Seeing his own brother being tortured by illness to the point of being inhuman.

Wen Ze felt an unprecedented sense of guilt.

— "I'm sorry, brother… I'm sorry… Please don't forgive me… Never forgive me, who once deeply hurt you…"

— "A me like this… has finally received retribution… The former you… how desperate must you have been under such a family…"

— "God… please… please help my dear brother… don't let him be tortured by illness anymore… let those illnesses come to me… I am willing to bear everything for him…"

— "It was not easy for him to leave that home… his life has already been very bitter… please, illness… let him go… let him go… …"

Wen Ze cried so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, deeply repentant, he kept praying for Wen He in his heart.

This will be the most sincere prayer in his life.

"Wen Ze, can you hear me? Wen Ze! ?"

Seeing him crying harder and breathing heavier, the head teacher gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

Her call didn't work at all, Wen Ze didn't even look at her.

"This class is for self-study."

After leaving these words, the head teacher also hugged Wen Ze and hurried to the school infirmary.

Bean-sized tears quickly soaked the head teacher's clothes.

How sad must he be to cry to the point that he can't even hear the voices of the people around him…

She has been a head teacher for so many years, and she has never seen anyone cry like this before.

"It's okay, Wen Ze, don't cry, the teacher is here, the teacher is with you."

"Tell me what's making you sad, and the teacher will help you."

The head teacher comforted him with distress while hurrying on her way.

But her words didn't work at all.

"What on earth happened to this child…" The head teacher was extremely distressed.