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

I never understood why people were so into idolizing celebrities, but now I get it. Some people just have incredibly strong personal charisma. Every word Wen He says resonates with me.

The prelude starts, tears fall. Instant devotion, tears with every word.

So true, bro. Just the intro to Wen He's songs can make my nose tingle.

I withstood the pressure of owing millions after my business failed, I withstood my wife's betrayal, I withstood the wind, the sun, and surviving on steamed buns, but I just can't handle Wen He's songs. It's really embarrassing...

Everyone expects us to achieve great things, but only Wen He tells us: "You've worked hard all these years. If you're tired, take a good rest."

Let go of internal friction, don't let it kill you. There are still people in the world who love us, please accept the fact that you are just an ordinary person.

After the live broadcast ended, the internet was once again swept by a massive wave.

After this intense impact...

The entire internet became noticeably cleaner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those people who were once full of hostility seemed to have disappeared.

But there were still a few people who went their own way.

They thought they would start another passionate flame war as usual.

But they didn't expect to attract a group of strange people...

"If cursing makes you happy, then curse me. Vent all your unhappiness, and you'll feel better."

"Dude, don't listen to him. That tone of voice sounds like a girl. She'll cry easily, and then she'll be annoying. You might as well curse me, I have thick skin."

"Brothers, it's no fun to flame them, they're just bots. I'm a Zuan pianist, I can have a passionate flame war with you while making you feel superior. I'll definitely maximize your emotional value!"

"Why curse people when you can look at black silk stockings? Why not check out my collection, I guarantee you won't feel like typing."

"Damn! This brother has some good stuff in his collection! I'm following him right away."

Comments like these made the internet troll feel ashamed and humiliated.

In this internet age full of hostility,

gentleness has become a weapon specifically designed to restrain hostility.

After all, no one is born with hostility. Most of the time, it's just because they've encountered some unpleasant things in life.

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...

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

Wen He coughed while washing the dishes, and it seemed more severe than usual.

"We're going out to eat. We'll pack some for you later. Hurry up and clean up what needs to be cleaned up."

After leaving these words, his parents and Wen Ze happily went out together.

"It would be great if older brother was like this every day," Wen Ze said.

"Why?"

"That way, I can go out for a big meal every day."

"You're just greedy."

After they left, Wen He's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

He's been living like this for so many years, he's used to it.

Anyway, he's always the one who can't be shown off.

Wen He even suspected that they would tell their newly acquainted friends that they only had one son.

Wen He gasped for breath, feeling that his condition was a bit bad.

"It seems... I've caught a cold."

Maybe it was because he slept on the blood-stained floor for too long.

After all, it's autumn now.

Wen He seized the time to quickly clean up these things, and then take a good rest. He still had to go to the factory tomorrow.

It's not like he's never been to a factory before, but because he coughed often, the people around him disliked him.

But thinking about it carefully, now that his songs have become popular, there are many, many people who like him.

And this won't delay his live broadcast.

Anyway, his live broadcast is only a few minutes long now, and he can do it with his phone.

Although this phone is terribly slow, he can still do a live broadcast.

Worst case scenario, even if he can't do a live broadcast, he can still post videos.

In short, Wen He will not easily give up his dream.

After tidying up everything in the house, Wen He poured himself a glass of hot water and took out cold medicine from the drawer.

After taking the medicine, Wen He returned to his room, wrapped himself in a quilt like a caterpillar, and fell asleep.

Wen He, who had never felt love at home, would take good care of himself.

He knew that he couldn't count on his parents' care and love. Their love was always reserved for Wen Ze.

Only Wen Ze was the crystallization of their love.

From the moment Wen He was conceived, he was already a mistake.

After a long time...

The family of three happily returned home.

Seeing that the house had been cleaned up, they remembered one thing.

"It seems like we forgot to pack him food," Wen's mother said.

"Just cook some noodles, he's a grown man, he won't starve to death," Wen's father said dismissively.

At this time, Wen Ze plopped down on the sofa and was about to pick up the remote control to turn on the TV, but he found a note.

"Mom and Dad, older brother seems to be sick," Wen Ze said, holding up the note.

Hearing this, Wen's father and Wen's mother also walked over and took the note.

[Mom and Dad, the house has been cleaned up. Thank you for the dinner you brought back. I seem to have a bit of a cold. I don't really want to eat dinner. I've already taken medicine. I have to go to the factory tomorrow, so I'm going to bed first. Good night.]

After reading it, Wen's father and Wen's mother looked at each other.

"See, even if we packed it for him, he wouldn't eat it. It would just be wasted," Wen's father casually threw the note into the trash can.

"I told you not to bring that computer back. He has no intention of doing your so-called live broadcast. He must have been playing games too much today. He doesn't do anything around the house, and he doesn't even know how to clean up the blood on the floor."

"So many people are making money from live broadcasts, but who knows he only makes a few hundred dollars a month."

"You have to think about it, he coughs non-stop all day long. Who wants to watch his live broadcast? And he's so dull, how could he make it work?" Wen's mother continued to blame Wen's father.

"We looked for so many jobs before and no one wanted him. What do you want him to do, go out and collect bottles!" Wen's father was getting a little angry.

"Forget it, he's going to the factory tomorrow anyway. That money-losing thing is finally useful for something."

Wen's father and Wen's mother seemed to be having a small quarrel, but in reality, they were trying to cover up their hypocritical faces.

They went out for a big meal, leaving Wen He at home to clean up, but they directly forgot about Wen He's existence. Naturally, the matter of packing dinner was also completely forgotten.

And Wen He even thanked them on the note for the dinner they brought back, which undoubtedly made Wen's father and Wen's mother a little ashamed.

In order to cover up their mistakes, they had no choice but to jointly push all the problems onto Wen He.

Only in this way could their ashamed hearts be comforted.

In any case, they would never, ever admit that it was their problem.