With only two months left to live, the contract girlfriend cried like crazy

"Why!?"

"Didn't you always want it before?"

Lin Xun was very puzzled.

"I wanted this guitar at that time because I really thought that the music he played was really great with your song, but if you are gone, what's the point of having this guitar?"

"It can no longer set off the perfect song."

Deng Hui sighed, his eyes full of sadness again.

Lin Xun fell into deep thought.

After a moment, Lin Xun said:

"Brother Hui, let's sing another song together."

"Now?!"

"Yes, now."

"I have a very good song, do you want to see it?"

Lin Xun smiled mysteriously.

After speaking, Lin Xun pulled out a piece of white paper on the slightly old wooden table, took out a pencil, and moved the tip of the pencil quickly on the paper.

On the area where the pencil tip quickly passed, lines of beautiful fonts gradually emerged.

A few minutes later, Lin Xun picked up the written lyrics and marked the notes on them.

"Finished!"

"Brother Hui, what do you think?"

At this moment, Deng Hui was already dumbfounded, looking at the manuscript in Lin Xun's hand with disbelief.

"Is this your improvisation or has it been created long ago?"

It was because Lin Xun's speed was too fast, as if he had practiced this song thousands of times in his mind.

Deng Hui took the manuscript handed over by Lin Xun and looked at it.

A song "The Wind Rises" appeared on the paper.

He himself is also in the music industry and has a certain understanding of music. After just reading a few lines, Deng Hui was extremely shocked.

"Lin Xun... You are a genius!"

"You can actually create such a divine song..."

From the marked notes, this song is extremely demanding for the singer, especially the climax in the middle, which is not something that ordinary people can handle.

"Genius? I'm not a genius."

This song was just written by a famous lyricist in his previous life. He liked this song very much and practiced it many times.

Now that he is about to die, maybe he can dedicate this song to his fans who like him in the end.

"How about it? Brother Hui, let's record it together?"

"Record? Me?"

Deng Hui pointed at himself.

"No, Xun, you are a genius, I am not. How can I learn this song in a short time? It's too difficult."

After saying that, Deng Hui shook his head and stared at the manuscript paper.

"You play the guitar and I sing. It shouldn't be difficult to just play the guitar, right? With your expertise, you should be able to get familiar with it quickly."

Lin Xun knew Deng Hui's strength. Although his singing was average, he was very familiar with various instruments. Before, at Xingyao Company, Deng Hui was responsible for using various instruments to set off the ambient sound for the singer.

"Is that so? It's not impossible. Let me take a look first."

Deng Hui's eyes still stayed on the notes and lyrics on the manuscript paper, his brows slightly wrinkled, as if thinking about something.

"Let me try your guitar first."

Deng Hui was not polite either, and took the guitar from Lin Xun and started to tune it.

Although Deng Hui is a carefree man, playing the guitar is a bit like holding a child in his arms. He gently plucked the strings, and a crisp and pleasant sound came out of the guitar.

Then Deng Hui tried to play a few more times, carefully listening to the timbre and pitch of each note, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"It's not too difficult to master the score of this song. I don't need to sing it. I just need to play it according to the score."

"Then let's start?"

"OK!"

Lin Xun took out his mobile phone and prepared to put it on the ground next to him to start recording.

"Although I've said it many times, I still want to say, Xun, is this phone of yours really not uncomfortable to use?"

Looking at the broken screen phone in Lin Xun's hand, Deng Hui couldn't help but speak.

"It's OK as long as it works."

It was the same answer as before.

After putting the phone away, Lin Xun took out a wooden stool and sat in the middle of the pebbled road, took a deep breath, and adjusted his state. Deng Hui sat aside, holding the guitar, with his fingers gently on the strings.

With a gesture from Lin Xun, Deng Hui's fingers began to pluck the strings, and the beautiful melody slowly flowed out.

A magnetic and perfect voice came from Lin Xun.

"Stop and go along the way,"

"Follow the traces of drifting,"

"....."

"When I first knew this world,"

"I miss it so much,"

"Looking at the horizon as if it was in front of me,"

"I am willing to go through fire and water to walk through it again..."

As he sang, Lin Xun smiled, and his thoughts returned to twenty-five years ago.He was very lucky to meet a good person like grandma who adopted him and didn't let him freeze to death on the roadside.

He was very lucky to meet a good girl like Cha Cha and leave that beautiful memory.

Similarly, he was very lucky to meet a boss like An Miaoxi who gave him a high salary to get through the difficult times,

and good friends like Deng Hui and Lu Manman who helped him unconditionally...

Although the good times were always short, he at least had them.

These beautiful memories were his most precious things...

Past fragments flashed quickly in his mind. During the time of a song, Lin Xun thought of many things...

End.

Lin Xun stood up and picked up his phone.

Deng Hui seemed to be still immersed in the song just now, holding the guitar and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Brother Hui?!"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"I'll give you the guitar back."

Deng Hui stood up and handed the guitar to Lin Xun.

"Didn't I just say that this guitar is for you?"

Lin Xun waved his hand.

"But..."

"But what but? Think about it. If I leave, this thing will be my legacy, right? As my good brother, you have to keep it for me. When we meet there decades later, I hope to see you carrying my guitar..."

Lin Xun always had a faint smile on his face and spoke in a very calm tone.

"Axun..."

"Okay, take it. I don't have much else to give you. Don't dislike this guitar..."

Lin Xun patted Deng Hui's shoulder.

"What are you talking about? This guitar is the most precious thing in my opinion, better than millions of gold..."

"Friendship cannot be measured by money..."

"That means you take it." Lin Xun smiled.

"Okay, I take it."

Deng Hui gently stroked the guitar, and he had made up his mind to keep it well in the future.

"Yeah, that's right."

"It's getting late. You still have to go to work tomorrow, right? Go back and rest early."

Looking at the time on his phone, Lin Xun turned to Deng Hui and said.

"Okay, it's almost time. If you feel unwell in the next few days, call me in time."

Deng Hui was still a little worried about Lin Xun.

"Don't worry, I will!"

"Yeah, by the way, can you send me the song we just recorded? You sang it so well, I want to listen to it again..."