"Hello, may I ask who you are? If you are not a family member of the patient, do not be in the intensive care unit. "A nurse came over and was about to kick Lin Shen out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm here to find Teacher Lin Fan." Lin Shen said and took off his mask.

"Oh my God... Lin Shen? "A nurse grew up and recognized Lin Shen, Lin Shen is a very famous singer, very popular, and the songs he sings are also very good, the only criticism is the cover, and he has never had an original song of his own.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Shen, we can only visit the patient's family or friends here, if you come to Mr. Lin Fan to write a song, please leave, Mr. Lin Fan's body... I can't write songs anymore. The nurse said.

"I just want to see Teacher Lin Fan, can you let me meet him?" Lin Shen asked.

"Let him in." Lin Fan said.

Hearing Lin Fan say this, the nurses dispersed.

Lin Fan also knew Lin Shen.

Lin Shen is a very well-known singer in the singer industry.

Seeing Lin Shen coming, Lin Fan was very happy.

He can write a song to Lin Shen.

In this way, his lifespan can be increased a bit.

Now that he has only nine days left to live, he has to write a song and prolong his life.

Naturally, the more songs you write, the better, so you need to know some well-known singers.

If there are well-known singers who can come, then Lin Fan will have a chance to get better sooner.

"Hello Mr. Lin Fan, I am Lin Shen, I like "Invisible Wings" and "Walking in the Rain" you wrote, and it is my honor to meet you." Lin Shen said respectfully.

"Well, I know you." Lin Fan said.

"Teacher Lin Fan, I originally planned to ask you to write a song, but seeing your physical condition... I can't ask you to write songs anymore, it's my honor to know you, and I don't dare ask for anything. Lin Shen said, this is also the truest thought in his heart.

"Teacher Lin Fan, that's all I have to say, I'll leave first." Lin Shen said, stood up, and bowed to Lin Fan.

Anyone can see how painful Lin Fan was when he wrote songs.

And the nurse also said that Lin Fan's body is no longer able to write songs.

Lin Shen also knows how difficult it is for a composer to write a piece.

It takes a lot of mental and physical effort to write a song, and Mr. Lin Fan's body has already become like this, how can he find Mr. Lin Fan to write songs again?

"Wait, wait a minute."

"I have a song that I haven't had the right person to sing, so I'll write it to you now, it's just that I only have one request." Lin Fan said.

"What are Mr. Lin Fan's requirements? I can do everything I can to do it as soon as possible! When Lin Shen heard that Teacher Lin Fan was willing to write a song for him, his expression immediately became excited.

"After I write the song to you, you have to sing this song to the audience as soon as possible, I don't have much time, so I want to see... Whether the audience likes my songs or not. Lin Fan said.

Hearing Lin Fan say this, Lin Shen burst into tears.

Teacher Lin Fan said that he didn't have much time left...

He wanted to see if there was an audience that would like his songs...

This is the last wish of a musician.

I hope that the songs I write can be liked by fans and liked by the audience.

Lin Shen bowed and said, "Teacher Lin Fan, in four days, it will be my competition on a show, I will sing this song in the competition, no matter what the requirements, I will do it!" It's just that Mr. Lin Fan, your body... If writing a song is harmful to your body, then I'd rather not have this song. ”

Lin Shen also didn't want Mr. Lin Fan to bring anything bad to his body because of writing songs.

Isn't it just a song, it's a big deal for him to write a random song and go to the competition.

But if it affects Teacher Lin Fan because of him, then Lin Shen can't forgive himself.

After Lin Fan heard this, he smiled, "So what, my body, no matter what, is already like this, and I can't go back to the sky." ”

"I just hope that the songs I write will be liked by the audience."

"I just hope that while I'm alive, I can do a little more and write one more song."

"There are people who are alive and he is dead, and there are people who are dead and he is still alive."

"Man is inherently dead, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather."

"What is there to fear from death?"

"Who has not died since ancient times?"

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

"The terrain is good, and the gentleman carries things with virtue."

"I hope that the songs I write can bring a little power to the fans, and can leave a little trace in the history of Chinese music, that's all." Lin Fan smiled, picked up paper and pen, and began to write songs.

Heard Lin Fan say this.

Lin Shen turned around, his eyes could no longer hold back tears.

This is the words of a dying man.

There is no artificiality in it.

Anyone knows that patients with terminal cancer, like Lin Fan, can't live for a few days.

But when he was dying, Mr. Lin Fan said such a thing!

Death, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather!

Tianxingjian, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement!

Continual self-improvement!!

Virtue !!

Lin Shen thought of these songs written by Mr. Lin Fan.

Invisible wings.

The rain kept walking.

It's all about encouraging fans, and they're all using songs to empower fans!

Teacher Lin Fan, put his last life in music!

And Mr. Lin Fan's third song, "Love You", hopes that fans can be happy.

A nurse whispered: "Teacher Lin Shen, Teacher Lin Fan earned more than 8 million yuan from writing songs before, and all of them were donated... Whisper to you, you must keep it secret. ”

Hear the nurse say that.

Lin Shen could no longer suppress his feelings.

It just felt like five thunderbolts.

Others write songs to make money.

Some dramas, for money, act in all kinds of bad movies.

There are also dramas, in order to make money, all bad advertisements have to be accepted.

Live broadcast with goods, bad movies, disrespectful....

Let's take a look at Mr. Lin Fan...

In the last days of my life, I was still writing songs!

And all the income earned from writing songs, Mr. Lin Fan, actually donated all of them!

Lin Shen suddenly understood,

He has seen a hot search on Weibo, and there is a man named Mr. Lin, who donated 8 million to the poor mountainous area!

And this Mr. Lin... It's Teacher Lin Fan!

What is self-denial?

Right in front of him.

Teacher Lin Fan is such a person.

Lin Fan was engrossed in writing songs with a pen and paper.

Everyone was silently looking at Lin Fan.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes in the entire ward were a little red.

More than forty minutes passed.

Lin Fan was still writing songs, but when he was writing songs, Lin Fan's face became more and more pale.

Finally, Lin Fan finished writing the song.

"The Wind Rises".

After writing this song, Lin Fan handed it over to Lin Shen.

Then Lin Fan fell unconscious uncontrollably.

"Teacher Lin Fan!" Lin Shen took the song written by Lin Fan, and saw Lin Fan's body lying on the hospital bed, his face was snow-white, without any blood.

"Teacher Lin Fan!" The nurses and doctors also rushed in.

After checking it for a long time.

The attending doctor spoke: "Teacher Lin Fan's physical condition has deteriorated again, so that... Teacher Lin Fan, I'm afraid I won't live for a few days. ”

"This song... I'm afraid it's the last song that Mr. Lin Fan wrote with his life...."

Hear what the doctor said.

Lin Shen looked at the song in his hand with a dull gaze.

Teacher Lin Fan fainted in order to write this song.

Just now, he saw Teacher Lin Fan saying....

Death is heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than feathers.

I also listened to Mr. Lin Fan tell him that Tianxingjian is a gentleman who strives for self-improvement.

But now.

Teacher Lin Fan fainted without warning.

Lin Shen blamed himself and felt guilty.

If it weren't for him, Teacher Lin Fan wouldn't be like this.

This song... Is it really the last swan song in Mr. Lin Fan's life?

Lin Shen thought of what Teacher Lin Fan had just said to him.

Teacher Lin Fan said that there is only one requirement.

Teacher Lin Fan wants to see him sing this song before he dies...

Lin Shen clenched the paper in his hand.

"Teacher Lin Fan, don't worry!"

"I'm going to sing this song well, I'm going to sing the song you wrote for me!"