“Wen He, Brother!”
Accompanying a crisp and urgent call, the slightly heavy door of the medical room was slowly pushed open.
Yunyun's petite figure flew in like a light butterfly, calling Wen He's name incessantly.
When she finally ran to the bedside…
Seeing Wen He, who was usually radiant on stage, lying there dying, Yunyun's heart trembled.
Her originally bright eyes widened instantly.
With an expression of disbelief, she stared intently at Wen He.
Wen He on the bed had a face as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
He wore a transparent oxygen mask, his mouth and nose tightly covered.
Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved he was still breathing.
A bag of crimson plasma hung on the IV stand beside him, slowly flowing into his body through a thin tube.
At this moment, Wen He looked extremely haggard.
It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and he was listless.
There was no trace of his former spirited and radiant self on stage.
Yunyun stood there blankly, her gaze fixed on Wen He, her mind empty.
She couldn't connect the gaunt person in front of her with Wen He, who had been singing passionately on stage just now.
Although she had known for a long time that Wen He would experience extremely painful coughing and the torment of illness after each performance.
But witnessing his fragile side with her own eyes, the impact was far beyond her imagination.
Perhaps that's why…
Wen He always chose to hide from everyone silently?
Not wanting the people around him to see him in such a pathetic state.
Thinking of this, Yunyun couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow in her heart.
"Yunyun, why are you here?"
Just then, Wen He's slightly hoarse but still gentle voice reached Yunyun's ears.
He tried to squeeze out a shallow smile, wanting to comfort the girl with tears all over her face.
Such a simple sentence caused Yunyun's tears to finally lose control, gushing out like a flood.
"Wen He, Brother… what happened to you…"
She cried very hard.
"It's okay, Yunyun. Are you feeling better?"
Yunyun wiped away her tears and nodded gently.
She knew very well that Wen He had sung those two songs for her, hoping she could cheer up.
But she never imagined that the price of those two songs would be so heavy.
A strong sense of guilt made Yunyun very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, don't blame yourself."
"Those songs are for you, and also for those who have similar experiences to you."
"This is my choice after careful consideration. It's not your fault, and I won't regret it."
"So… Yunyun, don't blame yourself."
Seeing her self-blaming appearance, Wen He felt a pang of heartache.
Children who are too sensible always habitually take the blame on themselves.
Even if the mistake has nothing to do with them.
"Wen He, Brother… please don't sing anymore… Yunyun is already better… Yunyun won't do anything stupid again… Everyone hopes you can live well…"
Yunyun said, choking with sobs.
"The first two songs were too sad. I don't like sad endings. I still hope everyone can be happy."
"As long as you are well… everyone will be very happy…"
Yunyun was still trying to persuade him.
"I don't have much time left. I want to leave something behind before I leave this world."
"But… but…"
Hearing this, Yunyun anxiously wanted to find another reason.
"Thank you, Yunyun."
Wen He touched her head, revealing a gentle smile.
Cheng Yudie smiled bitterly, it seemed that no one could persuade him.
After experiencing a long and peaceful period of rest…
Wen He finally stepped onto the concert stage again, a place that countless people dreamed of.
In an instant.
Countless dazzling spotlights fell down like a torrential rain.
Accurately focusing on his slender and upright body.
The eyes of all the audience were locked onto Wen He, as if attracted by a magnet.
His face, which was originally abnormally pale due to illness, had been carefully sculpted and modified by the makeup artist's ingenious hands, and was almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary healthy person.
With Wen He's appearance, the entire performance venue instantly erupted into a deafening roar of cheers.
Those glittering cheering sticks, like stars in the night sky, danced and leaped joyfully among the crowd.
Weaving into a colorful picture.
All of this was because, under Wen He's earnest entrustment, the director had specially woven a beautiful lie full of good intentions.
The director revealed to the worried audience…
Although Wen He was suffering from a disease, his condition would not be drastically worsened by singing passionately.
After he finished singing, he might indeed experience slight coughing.
However, the experienced medical team would do their best to control this discomfort to the lowest possible level, making it almost negligible.
However, due to his physical condition, Wen He would not be able to sing continuously in a short period of time, so he had to rest and adjust in the middle of the performance.
When the audience heard this news, their hearts, which had been hanging high in the air, finally slowly fell back to their original place.
They all breathed a long sigh of relief.
It was as if the heavy stone weighing on their hearts had suddenly disappeared at this moment.
An unspeakable feeling of comfort quietly surged into everyone's heart, warming their souls.
Seeing that the audience did not shout for him to stop singing…
Wen He also breathed a sigh of relief.
And gave the director a grateful look.
"The third song I'm going to sing today is also the last song of this concert."
"Fairy tales, for me as a child, were full of all kinds of fantasies."
"Fairy tales are full of many bizarre magic and characters."
"When I often felt lonely and cold, I would always fantasize about entering that dreamlike fairy tale world."
"A song 'Fairy Tale Town', I hope everyone will like it."
("Fairy Tale Town" — Anson Hu)
After Wen He came on stage, he didn't say much.
He simply introduced the psychological journey of creating this song, and then the accompaniment began.
His current physical condition does not allow him to say too much.
It is easy to cough, and breathing will also be relatively difficult.
