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

Sunset, dusk.

The quiet environment was shattered as the door was pushed open.

"Dad, please agree! I really want to learn to sing," Wen Ze pleaded, tugging at Wen Father's clothes.

"I know you too well. It's just a whim. If I sign you up for an interest class, you'll lose interest in no time, just like when you wanted to learn basketball last time," Wen Father refused.

"That's different! This time I really want to learn. My classmate sang 'Invisible Wings' at the talent show today, and it was amazing!"

"Then ask him how much a lesson costs at the interest class he attends," Wen Father said, feeling that his child should indeed have a talent to show off.

"He doesn't attend interest classes. His older brother plays guitar in junior high school, and his brother taught him."

As Wen Ze spoke, his sharp eyes turned to Wen He.

"Unlike my brother, who can't do anything. I can't expect him to teach me to sing, since he probably can't sing himself. Even if he could, he'd just sing coughing songs."

His tone was clearly filled with strong animosity and mockery.

Obviously, he was very envious of his classmate for having such an amazing older brother.

Being able to play guitar and sing was enough to be the center of attention in elementary school.

"Wait a bit. When your mom comes back, ask her if she agrees. If she agrees, I won't object," Wen Father said, subconsciously ignoring Wen Ze's words as if he hadn't heard them.

"Really!?"

Hearing that he could learn to sing as long as Wen Mother agreed, Wen Ze bounced up as if he had won.

His words basically meant agreement.

Because Wen Mother doted on him. As long as he fawned and made a few promises, there would definitely be no problem.

"Go do your homework first. When your mom comes back, make her happy, and maybe she'll agree."

"Good idea! I'll go write it now!" Wen Ze was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

After a while, Wen Mother also came back from work.

Seeing this, Wen Ze hurried over to welcome Wen Mother home.

He took Wen Mother's bag in a fawning manner and showed off the homework he had completed today.

Wen Mother naturally knew that his unusual behavior meant he wanted something from her.

The family chatted about this matter while eating dinner at the dining table.

"After I learn to sing, I can sing whatever you want to hear in the future."

"When relatives come to our house for the New Year, I'll go up and sing a song, which will definitely make our family look great!"

"And if I sing well, I can even win awards at school!"

Wen Ze was already skilled in this area, and his smooth tongue quickly convinced Wen Father and Wen Mother.

Under the warm light, the family enjoyed the joy of family life with laughter and cheer.

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

Wen He covered his mouth, trying to keep the coughing sound as low as possible.

He only felt that the autumn temperature made the food a little cold, and eating it made him feel cold from head to toe.

The warm light was particularly dazzling, so dazzling that he didn't dare to look up at all.

The stool under him also seemed to be covered with thorns, and it was uncomfortable no matter how he sat.

His younger brother's sarcasm and mockery...

His own parents' neglect and indifference...

All of this made him feel like he was an dispensable existence.

No...

To be precise, things might be better without him.

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[#1, One song makes you a god, two songs make you cry. Who exactly is Wen He? Is the Chinese music scene about to welcome a new god!?]

[#2, After playing 'The World is Beautiful and Interlocking with You,' at a psychological treatment hospital in Modu, many depression patients showed obvious improvement. The psychologist even declared: This is simply a miracle!]

[#4, 'Grandma Bridge' triggers a wave of returning home! Many companies even voluntarily give their employees three days of unconditional leave to go back and see their families, winning applause from netizens!]

With the heat of the first song not yet gone, the second song, 'Grandma Bridge,' also topped the hot search charts.

As the original singer of these two mega-hits, Wen He naturally received countless people's attention.

It was a pity that, apart from the information revealed by the netizen [Is She Okay], no other place could find any information about Wen He.

"I still can't figure out why he only streamed for such a short time and then ended it. It probably wasn't even ten minutes, right?"

"Yeah, there's no reason for anyone to not want to make money. Even if he just streamed and did nothing, he could still receive a lot of gift money."

"Didn't someone analyze that Wen He might have lung cancer? Could it be that he has no place to spend the money he earns, so that's why he's like this?"

"That matter has already been refuted by the doctor. If it really was lung cancer, and in such a serious condition, it's unrealistic to not even cough once during a song."

"It's strange. Let's take a step back and say that even if it is lung cancer, you can't not want to make money, right? Even if it can't be cured, you can still use the money to enjoy the world one last time."

Currently, the most attention is still being paid to the matter of Wen He's cough.

Of course, there are also some people who hold other ideas.

They believe that Wen He is putting on a show from beginning to end.

Because the things about Wen He's cough and his half-year of streaming basically all came from [Is She Okay]'s mouth.

So is it possible that this person is colluding with Wen He?

That is to say, Wen He was originally a very rich original singer.

But these days, original singers are dying more and more, so he thought of using this method to hype himself up.

Buying a large number of water armies to刷爆 his songs, and then creating a sickly character to impress everyone.

Faced with this malicious speculation that simply couldn't stand, many netizens didn't indulge him at all.

"Humorous kid, your dad became a water army? You like to sing a different tune so much, are you crazy for traffic?"

"Isn't it, buddy? Before you say these things, have you even listened to those two songs? With that quality, do you need to buy a water army?"

"Let's take a step back and say that even if everything you said is true, so what? Is there anything wrong with this song? Is it plagiarized or something? People are purely original, are you still calling it out?"

"Classic jumping clown, you've been ugly all over."

"Let's just say, if you can sing songs of this quality, you can hype it up however you want, and we'll be happy to support you. If you can't do it, don't jump out, it makes you seem very unintelligent."

"Poet handshake."

It has to be said that the fighting power of everyone these days is also very high.

Under their siege, the blogger also deleted the video and canceled his account overnight.

This belongs to not being able to find any point of attack, and having to create one out of nowhere.

There is no problem with the song, the lyrics are also very positive, and the singer has not been exposed to any major black history, how do you black him?

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Night, living room.

Wen Father lay on the sofa, scrolling through novels on his phone.

Wen Mother sat on the sofa, the sound of a TV series coming from her phone.

Wen Ze looked at the TV in the living room, which was playing a live video of a game blogger.

Only Wen He was in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess after dinner.

His role in the family was that of a more all-round nanny.

Mopping the floor, sweeping the floor, washing clothes, cooking, tidying up the house, washing dishes...

Basically, all the housework that could be thought of belonged to Wen He.

After cleaning up all of this, Wen He also returned to his small room.

His room was only 5 square meters, about the size of a normal bathroom in a house, or maybe even smaller.

After putting down a bed, there was basically no space left.

Not to mention things like ventilation and lighting.

Even at noon, his room was still pitch black.

In the words of his parents, being able to sleep was enough.

Their house was a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment, where the master bedroom belonged to the parents, and the second bedroom belonged to Wen He before Wen Ze.

But after Wen Ze slowly grew up, he complained that Wen He's cough was noisy and didn't want to share a room with Wen He.

Therefore, the plan of bunk beds was naturally abandoned.

The second bedroom naturally belonged exclusively to Wen Ze.

Wen He's room was just a small space separated from the living room with partitions.

It was very cold in winter, and even more stuffy and hot in summer.

But Wen He still liked his room very much. At least here, he could get a moment of respite.

"Mom..."

Wen He's room door was pushed open without warning, and Wen Mother was standing at the door.

"I used my connections to find a factory that's willing to take you," Wen Mother said straightforwardly.

Wen He was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little flustered: "Mom, I don't want to go to the factory."

"Of course you don't want to go to the factory. It's so tiring to work outside. It's so much more comfortable to wash a few dishes at home and surf the Internet," Wen Mother said sarcastically, leaving Wen He at a loss for words. He could only lower his head as if resigned to his fate.

"Don't be ungrateful. It's because I gave them gifts that they're willing to take you. You're so old, and you're still being a parasite at home, leeching off your parents. You're not ashamed, but we're ashamed," Wen He's silence wasn't acceptance in her eyes, but rather that he still had some resistance in his heart. Otherwise, he should have agreed directly.

Therefore, she also took advantage of the victory to pursue, continuing to destroy Wen He's personality.

"Cough... cough cough cough!"

"Mom, if I can earn money from streaming, can I not go to the factory?" Wen He asked cautiously.

"Earn money? How much money have you earned from streaming for half a year? It's not even enough for the electricity bill. You're still expecting to earn money from streaming?"

"What if..."

"If you can earn three or four thousand a month from that, then of course you don't have to go to the factory."

"If I could earn more money, could I take a small portion for myself...?" Wen He's voice grew softer and softer, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Doesn't the mortgage cost money? Don't water and electricity cost money? Doesn't food cost money? Doesn't your younger brother's tuition cost money? Didn't it cost money to raise you? Didn't it cost money to treat your illness?"

"I'm sorry," Wen He said.

"All day long, you're thinking about nonsense. Let me see how much you can earn this month. If you can't even earn two thousand yuan, you're going straight to the factory, no discussion!"

After saying this, Wen He's mother slammed the door and left.

Wen He lowered her head, her small, thin body trembling slightly.