A couple of doctors said, "Don't let him sing, don't let him sing......"

The curator said, "You all go out first." ”

Doctors rushed out of the intensive care room, leaving only a few people in the room. The curator, the dean, Mr. Shui Jing and Liu Wu, and of course, Zhao Yun who was lying in bed unconscious.

The curator said to Mr. Shui Jing: "Sima, I know you, is there any other reason why you are so persistent in letting him sing?" ”

Mr. Shuijing said, "Yes." ”

The curator said, "Okay, are you sure you're sane now?" ”

Mr. Shui Jing said, "I'm sure. ”

The curator was silent for a while, and then said, "Okay, then let him sing......"

Mr. Shui Jing said, "Then, you go away first." ”

The curator said: "You think that if I am not at the scene, I don't have to be responsible, right?" If I approve him to sing, I will be responsible, you are my old friend, you are really responsible, let's take it together. Dean Hua, let's go. ”

Dean Hua said: "This, you don't leave as seniors, why should I ......?"

The curator said: "We two old bones, we are about to die, even if we lose our positions for this matter, we don't have too many regrets, you are young and promising, and you are a rare medical wizard, you have a great future, you can't be affected by this, let's go...... In case something happens, just say it's our two old guys who broke in. ”

Mr. Shui Jing said: "Depo, why bother, you better go, there is really something, I can bear it, I can't catch your ......"

The curator patted his head and said with a wry smile: "You have repeatedly asked so strongly, although I am old, I still have a little curiosity, just for this curiosity, I have to stay......" looked at Dean Hua and urged: "Let's go, don't affect my listening to the song......"

Dean Hua looked embarrassed, but finally walked out. No matter how curious she is, as the head of a hospital, listening to male voices singing in the intensive care unit is not so easy to say after all.

The curator closed the door, and drew his hands out in a circle, only to see that each of his hands emitted a blue gas, which quickly dispersed to the surroundings of the entire room, and in an instant, within the walls around the intensive care room, a wall was built on all sides, and several people were surrounded inside.

The curator said to Liu Wu: "Okay, this soundproof wall is done, the sound will not leak to other intensive care rooms, as long as Zhao Yun can be fine, no matter what the situation is in other intensive care rooms, it will not be related to you." If you're ready and sure that your singing voice will help Zhao Yun, then you can get started. But I warn you, once you sing the song, Zhao Yun's situation does not get better, and all the responsibility becomes your responsibility. If something unfortunate happens and you face more than ten years in prison, are you mentally prepared? ”

Liu Wudao: "But if I don't sing, you have no other way to keep her spiritual body, right?" ”

The curator said, "Yes." ”

Liu Wudao: "In this case, can I have any other choice, even if I lose my life for this, I will try." ”

The curator said, "Okay, you can sing it." ”

Mr. Shuijing said, "You want to find her favorite song to sing, okay?" ”

Liu Wu nodded.

He knew it.

Mr. Shui Jing swallowed heavily and closed her eyes, and at this moment, she also felt her heart beating like a drum. After practicing for many years, she couldn't calm herself down at this time.

At this time, Liu Wu started singing.

It's still the song "You".

But now, this song, he is completely only singing to Zhao Yun, and when he sings it, Zhao Yun is the only one left in his world.

"You who fell from heaven

Landed on the back of my horse

A jade-like look with a clear gaze

A light smile makes my heart burn

You don't look back

Spread your wings

Looking for the direction, the direction is ahead

A sigh will light up my life......"

In fact, she was just a gift from God when he was at the end of his rope, not from the sky, he always believed that God drove him from another world to this world, from one place to Kyoto, and then sealed him one life after another, leaving him only the road leading to the restaurant, just so that he could meet such a good girl. Then, she literally lit up his world.

If this is the world on the other side of the earth, how good it would be to meet such a girl, he will not hesitate, dedicate all his enthusiasm, wait for her, guard her, protect her...... However, she is not, she is a top student of the high-level spiritual cultivation hall, a hero who is destined to spread her wings and soar, and he is just a desperate boy who sells songs. So her brother actually made him feel the distance.

"You are in the midst of ten thousand people, and you feel the glory,

I can't see your eyes, will there be tears hidden.

I don't have that kind of power, and I can't forget if I want to.

Just wait until the dark night to dream of the girl I once loved......"

This is what he originally imagined, they are still young now, so they can still be two little guesses, but she will grow up, and when she grows up, she must be the idol of the center of ten thousand people, and he is destined to be sad only at the end of the night, looking at her with infinite light from afar.

He didn't write this song, but he wrote his joy and sorrow.

He sang this song emotionally, but the curator and Mr. Shui Jing were stunned.

They had heard more professional singing, that is, the singing voices of the high-level singers of the Han Dynasty, of course, those high-level singers were all women. Their singing voices are flawless, they are simply heavenly sounds. But the singing voice, which was not flawed at all, was not as flawed as the boy's, bursting in some places, breaking some sounds, breaking breath, and indistinct words...... These ubiquitous flaws, but none of them make people lose the desire to listen.

Because the emotions in this song are so full, so full that they seem to be telling with their singing voices.

No one has ever sung like this, and all the high-level female singers, their daily training, is how to get rid of all the flaws until they reach perfection, and then they are allowed to participate in the performance.

However, if the voice is too perfect, it will not be able to come out of such emotions.

After singing it again, Liu Wu took a breath, with tears in his eyes, and said softly: "Zhao Xiaomei, it's time for you to wake up, it's your turn to interlude......"

I only heard a very faint voice from the hospital bed: "I...... I didn't ...... Piano ......"

This sound was extremely small, but in the ears of the three people in the room, it was tantamount to thunder.

Mr. Shui Jing and the curator stepped to the bed at the same time, looking at Zhao Yun who was lying down, his eyes had opened a line slightly, and in an instant, the two old men shed tears.