【Some time ago, in a dream, I received a message in a bottle from my grandmother from a deserted island... She said she missed me... and asked if I was wearing enough clothes because the weather was getting cold...】
【I also received a message in a bottle from my son... He is a firefighter... After saving a fire, he quietly ran off to a deserted island... My son... If you get lost... send Mom more messages in bottles... Mom and Dad miss you so much...】
【I really like looking up at the moon when night falls... I always feel like my mom went to the moon to fight with Chang'e for territory on a deserted island... I don't know if she won... She's always been so bossy...】
【Cheng Yudie wrote a song like this probably because she's afraid Wen He will leave without saying goodbye... That's why she preemptively fabricated a deserted island...】
【My son is also a mischievous little devil. He probably went to a deserted island because he was playing around. He still hasn't come home. Honestly, even though he's a narcotics police officer, he still makes me worry... No matter how much you like to play, you can't forget about home... At least send a message in a bottle back...】
At this moment...
Countless people sick with longing had a place to belong in their hearts.
— The Deserted Island.
As the slow, gentle accompaniment ended.
Wen He's voice quietly began...
“Behind the blue is purity (light clouds and gentle breeze)”
“Looking down, overlooking the longing eyes on the land~”
“Some things in life (cannot be transparent)”
“There's never a reason, a moment of silence~”
Wen He easily sang out the emotions Cheng Yudie wanted to convey.
But he actually had some doubts about this song.
《Deserted Island》 in theory...
Should be dedicated to those who didn't have time to say goodbye before passing away.
This song was obviously a bit unsuitable for Wen He.
Because he never intended to leave secretly from beginning to end.
Everyone knew he would leave.
There was absolutely no need to hide and secretly die alone at this point.
Even if Wen He died on the spot now.
The songs he sang before were enough to say goodbye to this world.
What's more, Wen He and Cheng Yudie were almost inseparable.
It was unlikely that he would quietly die alone.
This song was more like it was dedicated to Xiao Huang.
Xiao Huang's departure was too sudden, without any mental preparation.
Perhaps this was also the deserted island that Cheng Yudie created for Xiao Huang.
“If the clouds are a letter from the sky~”
“Can I hear it again, hear your voice~”
“Even if it's exploring (it's just playing around)”
“Traveling to a deserted island with Peter Pan~”
“I won't blame you~”
“The sky is boundless, a reflection of the ocean~”
“The blue is boundless, where are you, my dear~”
“If you get lost, you must (remember) to put your thoughts in a bottle~”
“(Remember) Send it to me quickly, don't worry people...”
As Wen He's singing gradually faded away.
His figure also gradually sank.
Until that figure completely disappeared from the stage, as if merging into the endless darkness.
He still turned off the microphone he held tightly in his hand as usual, skillfully and calmly.
Instantly!
An unspeakable, intense pressure, like a surging torrent, suddenly exploded from inside his body.
“Cough cough… cough cough cough!!!”
First, a slight cough sounded, but then a series of increasingly violent coughs and wheezes, like thunder, exploded in the silent air.
Each cough was like a heavy hammer hitting his fragile chest hard.
Causing his throat to gradually feel an unbearable sweetness.
A mouthful of scarlet, dazzling blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth.
The blood drew an arc in the air…
Like a poignant and beautiful blood flower blooming wantonly in the air.
Then slowly sprinkled and fell.
As if it was the last swan song before life withered.
Along with this frightening feeling, Wen He's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
That originally straight and upright spine…
Was now teetering under the impact of violent coughing.
Seeming to be crushed at any moment.
The tumor that had spread to the respiratory tract became even more swollen and enlarged under this intense cough.
The respiratory tract, which was already narrow and unbearable.
Was now almost completely blocked.
An indescribable feeling of suffocation, like a heavy mountain, slammed down on Wen He with lightning speed.
Plunging him into a dark abyss from which he could not escape in an instant.
Wen He's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
His hands trembled, and he frantically reached for the oxygen mask placed aside.
Grasping it tightly as if he had grabbed the last straw.
Ignoring everything else, he hurriedly put the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose and desperately took a deep breath.
However, before he could move the oxygen mask slightly away, another overwhelming wave of violent coughs surged in.
“Cough cough cough!!!”
Along with this violent coughing sound.
The little bit of thin air he had just inhaled was forced out.
A large amount of blood uncontrollably spurted from his mouth, splashing on the transparent oxygen mask, forming patches of mottled and terrifying blood stains.
The doctor standing aside saw this and quickly stepped forward with trained and skilled movements.
He yanked off the oxygen mask that was already covered in blood.
Then quickly replaced Wen He with a new oxygen mask.
Although they had already experienced such scenes countless times, every time they saw Wen He in such pain.
They couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness and sadness in their hearts.
Cheng Yudie and the director and others witnessed all this…
Their faces were as pale as frost, their eyes were red, and tears kept swirling in them.
Even though they had seen such scenes countless times, every time they faced them again, the heart-wrenching pain was still so real and intense.
This miserable state lasted for about ten minutes as usual.
“I'm gradually getting used to this feeling.” Wen He said weakly.
“It's better not to get used to this kind of thing…” The smile on Cheng Yudie's face was very bitter.
“I think it's pretty good.” Wen He paused, then added: “At least I don't cough to the point of wanting to die now.”
Thinking back…
When Wen He initially experienced this kind of explosive, violent cough.
He often coughed to the point of despair, to the point of wanting to commit suicide.
Although it wasn't as serious as it is now, it wasn't as painful as it is now, and he only coughed for a few minutes.
Ultimately, Wen He still felt that he had no hope of surviving in the past.
It's different now, he desperately wants to live.
Even in his current state, or even weaker, he wants to live.
Unfortunately, God always likes to tease him.
He's always saved when he wants to die.
But he can't live when he doesn't want to die.
After resting for a while.
Wen He picked up the oxygen mask, took a deep breath, and then showed a smile.
Trying his best to adjust his condition to the best.
When he was all ready, he stepped onto the stage again.
This would be his last song at the concert in Chongqing.
