Entertainment: Take your life to write songs? The whole network begging me not to die

Chapter Ninety-Seven Even If It’s Only One in a Million Chances!!

Midnight.

On a green-skinned train heading north.

Several consecutive carriages were full of people.

Someone was holding a guitar and looking out the window in a daze.

There are also many people who have not bought a seat ticket, and at this time they are standing and leaning on the edge of their seats.

They are all wandering singers in Yucheng. More than three thousand people.

But in these carriages, there is an incomparable silence. No hustle, no noise, no laughter. The atmosphere was incredibly quiet and silent.

Park Shu is also one of them.

He came a little late, didn’t buy a ticket, and was carrying a guitar on his back, squatting at the junction of the carriage and smoking a cigarette.

Across from him, there were several people crouching at the moment. At the moment, they are all smoking one cigarette after another.

In the smoke, Park Shu couldn’t help but think of Teacher Su Chen again, and his eyes slowly turned red.

“Did you learn?”

Crouching opposite Park Shu was a bald man with a vest and large pants and flip-flops. He looked at Park Shu and asked.

Park Shu, who was originally immersed in sadness and sadness, was a little stunned. He looked up sheepishly.

“What to learn?”

Park Shu’s voice was a little hoarse.

The bald man looked at him with some surprise.

“You don’t know?”

Confused, He frowned and said, “What do you know?” ”

The bald man didn’t speak.

He squinted his cigarette and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket.

The phone is somewhat worn, and cracks are even faintly visible on the screen.

As wandering singers, most of them are poor and poor, surviving only with a love of music.

“Whoa.”

The bald man reached for his phone. Park Shu took it and looked at it.

On the interface of the phone, there is a photo.

In the photo, it is a piece of manuscript paper with lyrics and music scores written on it.

“The last song left by Teacher Su Chen.”

The bald man opposite The bald man opposite The beam forcefully took a mouthful of burning smoke that was only a small half-cut cigarette.

His voice was incomparably muffled at the moment.

Teacher Su Chen, this is the idol in the hearts of all wandering singers in the whole Yucheng. His unparalleled musical talent conquered these wild men.

And when the news of Teacher Su Chen’s death came tonight.

Without hesitation, they boarded the train to the north. Park Shu was a little embarrassed at this moment.

Because the photo in front of him at this moment is nothing else, it is the last song that Su Chen wrote to him, “Born like a Summer Flower”.

I didn’t wait for Park Shu to ask a question.

The bald man lit another cigarette.

Take a deep breath, and then say in a low voice, “We want to use this song to send Off Teacher Su Chen.” ”

Pu Shu’s pupils were slightly shy.

The bald man looked at him and continued, “You’re the last one to get on the bus, right?” ”

“We came before, and we discussed it on the platform before.”

“This trip to the imperial capital should not have the opportunity to see the true face of Teacher Su Chen.”

“After all, we people have no status or skills.”

“We’re all engaged in music, and the only idea is to send off in the way of music…”

The next moment. I didn’t wait for Park Shu to answer.

The bald man took his phone and looked at the time.

He stood up from the ground and took the guitar with his back to his arms.

Zheng ~~~!

Zheng Zheng ~~! Almost at the same moment.

Everyone in these carriages was sweeping the guitar chords.

“I don’t know how long I slept in the dark…”

“I don’t know how hard it will be to open my eyes…”

“Obsessed with lingering lovers… I’m wild for her…”

“The shock is generally short… As gorgeous as a summer flower…”

In this desolate night.

A green-skinned train roared north to the imperial capital. Sound less neat guitar chords.

The soft singing of more than three thousand wandering singers was heard.

Word by word, with the night wind, gently fluttering. Imperial capital.

Jiahe Hospital.

Familiar orthopedic ICU ward. It’s two o’clock in the evening.

But in the ward, there were still people standing.

Everyone was watching the teenager lying quietly on the hospital bed. Wang Xinling lay on the edge of the hospital bed, clutching Su Chen’s hand and shouting his name over and over again.

Her tears had already dried up.

The original crisp and ethereal voice, at this moment, is as hoarse as a worn-out bellows, from the beginning of Su Chen’s accident to now more than four hours. And Wang Xinling also cried for more than four hours.

She even had some signs of dehydration……… The other side of the hospital bed.

Xia Ningzhi had already become a tearful person, and at this moment, holding Su Chen’s hand, her whole body was constantly twitching due to crying.

Su Zhenghai stood by the window of the ward smoking a cigarette.

One by one, he couldn’t remember how much he smoked.

Just one stick is extinguished, and the next one is immediately clicked.

It seemed that only the stimulation of this nicotine could keep him from crying on the spot.

But even so, this middle-aged man in his forties had already turned red in his eyes.

Su Chen was his son. He is Su Chen’s father.

White-haired people send black-haired people, great compassion since ancient times! Deng Ziqi stood silently at the edge of the hospital bed.

She did not lie on Su Chen’s body and shout his name like Wang Xinling.

Because at this moment, on the surface, she does not seem to have that identity and qualifications.

She loved him.

But Su Chen didn’t have time to hear her say she loved him. Deng Ziqi’s lips had been bitten off at some point.

Her appearance was also a little awkward, and her long wavy hair was scattered on her shoulders. Her knees were even bleeding at the moment, which had fallen earlier.

Yang Xiaomi was in the far corner of the ward.

She clutched the song “The Provision of Love” tightly in her hand, and her palms were all pricked by fingernails without realizing it.

Wang Han and the people in the program group were also there. They didn’t carry lenses and microphones.

Their identity at this moment is not a host media person. They were the ones who silently sent Su Chen.

“All right.”

“Let’s stop here.”

Steve’s voice rang out in the hospital room, and it was also a little trembling.

People turned their heads and looked at him.

Steve just looked deeply at Su Chen lying on the hospital bed.

“It’s been almost three hours.”

“I want to be buried as soon as possible…”

Steve’s voice fell.

The ward fell into an instant of dead silence. Autopsy buried!

These four words are so bloody and cruel! Now.

Whether it is Wang Xinling, or Deng Ziqi, or Xia Ningzhi Su Zhenghai, or even Wang Han and many others.

It was only felt like the whole person was enveloped in a great panic and panic! Autopsy for burial.

Su Chen is about to be buried after an autopsy!

“Uh-huh……… Don’t! ”

“I don’t want to, and then look at Su Chen…”

“Please, let me accompany Su Chen for a while, please!”

Wang Xinling howled and cried bitterly.

She clutched Su Chen’s already cold hand deadly, and she didn’t want to let go of it at all! She was afraid.

Fear that once released, the next time I see you again, it will already be a bunch of white ash! Su Chen on the hospital bed was still pulled away.

Everyone in the ward was like a lost soul at the moment. Everywhere in the room, there was a low whimper.

The young nurses in the department were already weak and even fainted from crying.

Can……… Man cannot be resurrected from the dead.

This is an ending that no one can change. Everybody knows this.

But it is precisely because of this that I really feel desperate sadness. In the hallway.

The bed where Su Chen lay was silently pushed by several doctors. Steve was at the forefront.

On the front side that no one can see. His eyes were already full of tears.

Dada———

Dull footsteps rang out in bursts.

Crunch———

The rolling wheel of the hospital bed sounded in bursts. What they are going to now is the morgue.

Su Chen’s body will be frozen there.

Then, according to the arrangements of Xia Ningzhi and Su Zhenghai, they were cremated and buried on a later date. This is the end of all people’s deaths, an inevitable process.

Four…… Su Chen was only 22 years old.

His life will always stay at this prosperous age.

The hospital bed was pushed, one by one, toward the morgue. Soon, it was in front of the door.

Steve stopped.

He looked back, and his eyes fell on Su Chen’s young face. Now………

It was as if the original scene had reappeared in front of his eyes.

Those pictures, when he scolded Su Chen in a broken mouth, Su Chen shook his head helplessly and laughed.

Those, when he wanted to stop Su Chen from writing songs, Su Chen gently asked him what his last wish was?

This moment.

Steve was again a little out of breath.

He stood in front of the morgue door for a long time.

When he stepped back from this door, it was when Su Chen bid farewell to this living world once and for all.

“No, no…”

“I’m going to try again!”

Steve, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly gritted his teeth.

“Go back!”

“Go to the operating room!”

Steve yelled out loud.

I didn’t wait for several other doctors to relax.

It was to turn around directly, push Su Chen’s hospital bed, and return in the direction of coming!

“Dr. Steve…”

Several doctors watched this scene and stayed where they were. Steve didn’t turn his head back.

He gritted his teeth and pushed hard against the heavy bed. The wheel creaks.

The green tendons on Steve’s forehead stirred.

“Go gather all the doctors!”

“Operating room collection!”

“I Steve is the best orthopedic surgeon in the world!” I don’t allow Su Chen to die in front of me like this! ”

Steve almost roared.

His voice echoed through the cold and empty morgue doorway. Several doctors stood sheepishly.

The next moment. It’s all clenched fists. They finally understood.

Steve wanted to try again one last time, trying to save Su Chen. Although this is almost impossible.

After all, Su Chen’s breathing and heartbeat had stopped for more than two hours. Four………

Steve still wants to try it! He was not willing, nor could he bear it!

Even if it’s only one in a million, or even zero probability. Steve is going to try again!

He didn’t want Su Chen to just leave.

He didn’t want Su Chen to be treated so unfairly by fate!

Crunch———

In the blink of an eye.

The hospital bed containing Su Chen had been pushed far and far away by Steve alone. Several doctors looked at each other in silence.

It’s all gritted teeth. Almost rushing to catch up!

They also want to join Steve in making this last attempt, even if there is no possibility of success!