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

After Wen He and his mother finished eating, he skillfully cleaned up.

Washing dishes wasn't a troublesome task in his eyes; he had been doing it since he was young, and he was used to it.

Today, Wen He's father and younger brother, Wen Ze, didn't come home for dinner.

They must have gone out for a big meal again.

Wen Ze was his biological younger brother, eight years younger than him, and just turned ten this year.

He was the darling of the family; he was the child of Wen He's father and mother.

Wen He's father and mother were not stingy with him at all, willing to buy him anything good.

The reason was that Wen He came into the world at the wrong time.

Back then, the family was poor and had no money for an abortion, so he had to be born.

Wen He was just the product of his parents' momentary impulse.

Wen Ze was different; his parents felt that life was slowly getting better and wanted another child.

Although they were both born into the same family, the mentality at the time of their birth was completely different.

Wen Ze had been loved by his parents since birth.

Even if his grades were not good, even if he was naughty, even if he was not sensible at all.

But his parents had infinite tolerance for him.

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open.

"Hands up! You're all under arrest!"

Wen Ze was wearing a camouflage helmet, holding a glowing toy gun in his hand, and said to his mother with a serious face.

Seeing this, Wen He's mother hurriedly raised her hands with a smile, cooperating and saying, "Officer, I'll cooperate, I'll cooperate with everything."

"Don't be so flippant, come with me."

Wen Ze raised his gun and approached his mother.

"You little brat, you're arresting me!"

Wen He's mother quickly snatched his toy gun and pointed it at Wen Ze's head.

"Dad, Mom is cheating!"

Wen Ze quickly turned his head to complain.

"Oh? Do you have any objections?"

Wen He's mother looked at Wen He's father and raised an eyebrow.

"No, no..."

Wen He's father raised his hands and smiled.

"What delicious food did you eat with Dad tonight?"

"We ate KFC! Hehe! A handgun-sized chicken drumstick! Bigger than my face!"

"Really?"

"Of course! I even ate two!"

Wen Ze said proudly.

"As expected of my precious son, you're so amazing!"

The arrival of Wen Ze and Wen He's father made this cold and quiet home lively all of a sudden.

Their laughter filled the house with a warm atmosphere.

"It's autumn..."

Wen He looked at the calendar, no wonder he felt a little cold.

It was even cold in his heart.

KFC...

He had never eaten it in his entire life.

He had eaten Wallace's, though.

But it was because Wen Ze disliked it and thought it wasn't delicious that it ended up in his hands.

It wasn't his fault; Wen He also thought it was unappetizing.

He only felt that the burger and fries were terribly bitter, even more bitter than Chinese medicine.

Wen He knew that he shouldn't be jealous of his own brother.

He didn't expect his parents to be fair to both of them.

He just wanted a little attention...

Even if it was just a little.

Instead of being like this now.

He couldn't find a place for himself in the whole family.

Listening to the laughter and playing in the living room, Wen He focused his gaze on the late-stage lung cancer report.

There was no need to talk about such unlucky things.

"Cough cough!"

He coughed uncontrollably.

The noisy sounds outside suddenly stopped abruptly.

The quiet environment made Wen He a little at a loss.

He knew that he shouldn't cough when they were happiest.

He shouldn't remind them that they had another child.

Soon, the door was opened, and Wen He subconsciously hid the report behind him.

"I heard from your mother that it's gotten worse recently?"

The formerly kind Wen He's father's tone seemed a little cold.

"No... Cough cough... It's okay..."

Wen He easily coughed when he was nervous.

Wen He's father glanced at the trash can.

The tissues stained with blood were particularly conspicuous.

"It's getting cold recently, wear more clothes, don't waste so much paper."

After saying this, Wen He's father left.

Hearing this, Wen He suddenly froze.

He gradually clenched the report in his hand.

Even a symbolic word of concern had to be accompanied by money?

Why did he have to add that last sentence?

Was he worried that Wen He would catch a cold, or was he worried that his cough would worsen after catching a cold and he would use more tissues?

Wen Ze's casual meal was enough to buy a year's worth of tissues, right?

Wen He didn't understand, was he really so cheap...?

So cheap that he didn't even dare to be sick.

So cheap that he would be scolded for using more tissues.

Wen He hugged his knees and curled up in the corner of the bed.

There was an extra layer of crumbs on the trash can filled with blood-stained tissues.

It was Wen He's report.

He took out a second-hand mobile phone with a lot of cracks on the screen.

Although it was very laggy, although it would occasionally crash, although he couldn't play any games.

But this was one of Wen He's few treasures.

"Cough cough... Cough cough cough..."

Looking at the 99+ messages, Wen He subconsciously clicked on it.

This was his fan group, with only a dozen people in total, but they were all chatterboxes, often chatting non-stop day and night.

Wen He liked to watch them chat, although he couldn't get a word in about what they were talking about.

But they would always take care of Wen He, and they would patiently explain what Wen He didn't understand.

"Wuhu! Now Wen He has really become a top internet celebrity! In the future, we brothers will all be die-hard fans of the big internet celebrity!"

"Do you think Wen He will be stunned if he suddenly becomes an ultimate internet celebrity with tens of millions of fans overnight?"

"Who wouldn't be stunned? Wouldn't you be stunned? It's like winning the lottery!"

"Don't talk nonsense, Wen He is relying on his strength to attract fans, this song of his directly blew up the entire internet, may I ask which original singer's first song can have this quality?"

"Now he's an original singer, but a few hours ago he was still a leather-clad little streamer with only a dozen fans."

Today's group was much more lively than usual, and all ten or so people in the group came out.

Each one of them was as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the speed of chatting could be described as taking off.

Wen He looked around and it seemed that they were all talking about him...?

What tens of millions of internet celebrities.

What blew up the entire internet.

Although Wen He could understand what they were talking about, he subconsciously still couldn't believe it.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Wen He sent a message.

It was okay if he didn't send it, but once he sent it, the whole group boiled over.

"Holy shit! Wen He, you finally appeared! Hurry up and open Douyin and take a look! That song of yours took off explosively, and now your Douyin fans have exceeded ten million!"

"No, brothers, when you said you wanted to sing, I thought you were going to give us a big pile of shit, but I didn't expect you to really give us a big show!"

"You little brat, I knew you would be promising since you were a child, you don't know, now when I go out and say I know you, they don't believe me, my face is directly full!"

"It's not too late, hurry up and start broadcasting to make money, I'm telling you, as long as you start broadcasting now, you can earn at least seven figures!"

Seeing these messages from his friends, Wen He's brain seemed to shut down and was blank.

After a long while, he slowly clicked on Douyin with some disbelief.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million...

13.58 million fans!

Clicking on the search bar again, he found that of the top ten trending searches on Douyin, six of them were about him!