Zhang Jie looked at Xu Yao who was lying on the hospital bed.

Because of the disease, his face is thin and his complexion is pale.

However, a pair of eyes did not look like a sick person at all, and there was a glow in them.

He was a little embarrassed to see it.

If you want to say happy, there is no one happier than Wei Jingke.

"Miss Xu, what you said is true?"

Wei Jingke's exhaustion disappeared in an instant, and his eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true."

Xu Yao smiled self-deprecatingly: "I don't have time to joke with you. ”

Hearing this, the ward was instantly enveloped in a sense of sadness.

Oh, yes.

Xu Yao's physical condition is very serious.

There's not much time left to joke with them.

Mao Buyi said worriedly: "Your body is very weak, let's rest first." ”

I wrote a song for him just now, and now I write it for Zhang Jie.

It takes a lot of energy.

"It's okay, I can hold on."

She shook her head slightly, "I'm happy to see you guys perform on stage." ”

Mao didn't expect that she had previously said that she liked to watch him sing.

When he heard this, he had a subtle feeling in his heart.

It turns out that she really just likes to write songs.

Wei Jingke didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he stepped forward to support the side of the bed.

"Miss Xu, we are going to let Zhang Jie follow the path of singing and dancing singers, can you help write a song that meets his needs?"

"It's best to sing it, just like Mao Buyi, and there will be an immediate response!"

Zhang Jie frowned slightly.

He also writes songs.

Is it that easy to write a song?

I thought about it for so long, and I didn't write a song that I could get it to.

The same goes for people in the circle.

Creating is not an easy task.

The same is true for the bigwigs in the circle, otherwise there would not be a touching song until now.

Mao is not careful.

It was just an accident that came out of nowhere!

This accident was created by Xu Yao!

As he had feared, one could create a style.

But it's hard to control the other style.

The reason why Xu Yao can write such beautiful and sad songs.

That's because she's battling illness right now.

It won't be long before he dies.

In this environment, I have some feelings and feelings in my heart.

Singing and dancing songs?

She is even having difficulty walking now, she must reject singing and dancing from the bottom of her heart, right?

Xu Yao said: "In fact, singing and dancing is only a part, it only plays a role in increasing the appeal of the song. ”

Really!

After Zhang Jie heard her words, he immediately felt disappointed.

He knew that Xu Yao wanted him to take another path.

"Really?" Wei Jingke's expression froze, questioning her words.

Duan Ying stood next to him, and when he saw their attitude, he said angrily: "It's good to write songs for you, but you still pick and choose?" ”

Xu Yao waved his hand lightly and continued: "You haven't even written a song, you just want to do both, how can there be such a good thing?" ”

Wei Jingke said: "I also know the importance of songs, but there must be a direction for writing songs, right? Isn't singing and dancing where we're headed? ”

"You're under the influence of the Stick Country, right?" Xu Yao asked rhetorically.

Wei Jingke was stunned, but he didn't expect to be hit by her words.

Nowadays, the creative ability in China is getting worse and worse.

The market is so big that it is naturally invaded by other countries' cultures.

The country of sticks is one of the most typical.

This is also the reason why he let Zhang Jie take this path.

However, I have never been able to write good songs.

He also went to the composer of the country of sticks, and others were very arrogant, and the birds didn't bird him.

Unexpectedly, she saw it again.

Li Ming looked at her.

Isn't she sick?

Do you know the situation in the country so clearly?

Xu Yao sighed helplessly: "You are putting the cart before the horse, Zhang Jie's best fit is not singing and dancing." ”

When Zhang Jie heard this, he was a little unhappy.

He said contemptuously: "You say I'm not suitable for singing and dancing, so what am I suitable for?" ”

He was mentally prepared.

If Xu Yao couldn't say a conclusion that satisfied him, he turned around and left.

Coming to a terminally ill patient to write a song is ridiculous enough.

It also wasted so much of his time here, and it made him even more uncomfortable.

He was sure that Xu Yao couldn't say it.

Xu Yao looked at Zhang Jie with a rebellious face and smiled: "The most suitable for you is the high tone!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the expression on Zhang Jie's face suddenly changed greatly.

The same is true for Wei Jingke and Li Ming, the two of them look at each other.

They looked at Xu Yao in amazement.

This girl is obviously very weak, but she can't hide her exquisite facial features.

If she hadn't gotten sick, she would have had a bright future.

At the moment, there is a confident smile on the thin face.

I am extremely confident in what I say.

Zhang Jie muttered: "You...... How would you know? ”

Few people know about how powerful his high pitch is.

It can be said that except for the three of them on the scene, no one knows how high his treble is.

However, Xu Yao in front of him actually said that he had the advantage of being covered up by him.

Because I decided to take the singing and dancing route at the beginning, I decided not to use this advantage for the time being.

Beautiful melody and bright rhythm are the key to singing and dancing songs.

Therefore, the treble part is rarely used.

At this moment, it was discovered by Xu Yao again.

Xu Yao smiled slightly: "I just know." ”

Duan Ying came to her side and glared at everyone present.

"Are you really here to ask for a song? What do I think you're here to pick on the thorns? ”

"Sister Yaoyao is not in good health, you still talk so much nonsense!"

"If you don't write songs, get me out now!"

Wei Jingke also felt that he had gone too far.

Xu Yao's health was not good, and he had a tendency to be in a coma at any time.

They're talking about something that doesn't have to happen, and it's a lot of wasted time.

"I want to sing! To sing! ”

Wei Jingke said with great certainty: "Even if it's a love song!" ”

He felt that if Xu Yao could bring out Zhang Jie's treble level, it would also be a good direction.

Zhang Jie stood aside.

I was a little curious to know what kind of love songs she could write.

Whether it is the same as Mao Buyi, it is eye-catching.

Xu Yao bowed: "Okay, I'll write you a poem." ”

"Sister Yaoyao, you haven't rested for a long time, let's rest first." Duan Ying said worriedly.

Xu Yao smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm fine." And when I saw them singing songs, I was happy. ”

"But ......"

"Don't you think I'm in a lot better today than I was yesterday?"

Duan Ying looked at her face, remembering the even whiter face yesterday.

It's really much better.

Xu Yao raised his hand and picked up the pen.

Because my body was so weak, I tried several times to get my pen tight.

When they saw her like this, they were all worried.

Listening to her brisk tone before, I thought she seemed to be in good spirits.

But at this moment, I realized when I saw her difficult movements.

She's terminally ill!