My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness

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My Husband is Suffering from a Terminal Illness-Chapter 7

Tong Jian gritted his teeth and rushed forward to grab Mo Bin, raising his hand to hit this person.

Mo Bin stared straight at him. “Tong Tong, I am 28 years old and can’t afford it.”

Tong Jian’s actions stopped and he couldn’t punch this person. In the end, he broke down and asked, “Why didn’t you say it early when Brother Hao left? There was a meeting about whether to directly break up the team. You obviously—”

“What could I do then?” Mo Bin grabbed his hand and pushed him away. “You said that you wanted to sing and Ah Lan said that IUD is his first heart. The company didn’t want to lose IUD and I am the captain! IUD was built by me! Did you want me to say ‘Don’t hold on, let go. We can do it’? Did you want me to be the sinner?!”

Tong Jian stared at Mo Bin like he was knowing this person for the first time. Then he raised his hand and thumped his forehead before squatting down, pulling at his hair and crying.

Struggle flashed on Mo Bin’s face but it was only for a moment. He quickly adjusted his emotions and glanced at Ke Lan and Hu Biao. “I said it bluntly just now. You can cooperate with me and let Xie Yang carry the blame for the group splitting or I will refuse to participate in October’s commemoration performance. The new song I wrote won’t be brought out and you will finish with a blank spot. Ah Lan, you are 27 years old and you’re not young. Hu Biao, please consider if three artists who are already making money is more important or a newcomer who hasn’t debuted yet.”

Mo Bin left.

Ke Lan stepped forward and patted Tong Jian on the back as he asked, “Brother Baio, what will you… choose?”

Hu Biao was stabbed by an entertainer he raised and was so angry that he wanted to immediately block Mo Bin. However, he couldn’t. If Mo Bin was blocked then IUD was over and Ke Lan and Tong Jian would be over. The company wouldn’t allow him to do so.

“Think again… I will think again.” He placed his hands firmly on the table and lowered his face to them. “Xie Yang is only 20 years old. I signed him, it was me…”

***

Xie Yang found a guitar in the dormitory.

It was like finding a treasure. He played and sang for a long time, his fingering quickly changing from rusty to proficient. His singing also successfully changed from its original stiffness to an easy sound.

After finding his feelings, he tried to sing some of his favourite classics that he wrote in his last life. The more he sang, the happier he felt and the more open he felt. The inspiration that had been suppressed for many years by the apocalypse surged up like the wind and danced around his soul.

Destruction, collapse, gloom, despair, death… new life, hope, recovery of all things, the future was promising.

The tune under his fingers slowly changed and became a new piece full of the joy of life. After finishing the song, Xie Yang dropped the guitar. He ran to the desk to pull out brand new A4 pieces of paper, drew his own staff sheet music and quickly wrote down the song.

The lights were on all night. By the time Xie Yang woke up from the inspiration that kidnapped him, the sun was rising from the east.

His stomach was growling and his brain was heavy. The hungry and tired feeling that Xie Yang disliked the most from the apocalypse took control of his body when he woke up. He frowned and patted his cheek.

He couldn’t sleep and had to fill his stomach first. Otherwise, he would probably be so hungry that he couldn’t sleep.