"Fortunately out of misfortune." Han Jing smiled bitterly.
Zhang Yichi understood that he had thought better of it, and couldn't help but feel a little more relaxed: "It's best if you think of it better, and try to live it as wonderfully as possible in the remaining time."
Han Jing still had a wry smile on his face, but he didn't talk to Zhang Yichi. He got up and went to another room. After a while, the sound of guitar playing came from the room.
"Do you want to eat?" Zhang Yichi asked.
There was only the sound of the piano in the room, and Han Jing did not reply to him.
Han Jing may still need some private space to digest. The biggest concession Zhang Yichi made was not to enter that house. He was worried about going out because what if Han Jing had an accident.
While Han Jing was playing the piano, Zhang Yichi made some breakfast. After the breakfast was ready, he put it on the table in the living room, walked to the door and knocked on the door: "Let's eat some food first."
Han Jing still didn't reply.
But not long after, Han Jing's piano sound began to make mistakes, and the time came earlier than yesterday. Then, his piano sound became obviously impatient, and he made more and more mistakes.
Finally, there was the sound of the piano being smashed, and Zhang Yichi had to go in. He saw Han Jing slumped in a chair, his chest heaving violently. On one side was a guitar with a hole smashed in and the string spacing becoming very high.
"I really can't play the piano anymore." Han Jing covered his face and cried bitterly.
He was able to move when he got up, which gave him unrealistic fantasies. He felt that Zhang Yichi had manipulated him and was joking with him, or that there was nothing wrong with his body at all, but now, he really couldn't play the piano.
The damage to the piano was quite serious. Zhang Yichi put the piano aside and said, "It's normal. If I had known that I only had about twenty days left, I would have been like you."
"There's nothing you can do to save me?"
"No." This may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back, but Zhang Yichi still said this, "Your time of death has been determined and cannot be changed, otherwise I will send you to the hospital as soon as possible.
Get treatment to prolong your life as much as possible. The purpose of my coming here is to spend your last days with you."
"Oh, what can you do in twenty days? If you don't have someone to accompany you, won't you die?"
Zhang Yichi sat next to Han Jing: "If you were accompanied by someone else, it might not make any difference if you were accompanied or not. But if I am the one accompanying you, it would be different."
With tears streaming down his face, Han Jing looked up at Zhang Yichi: "I'm only eighteen years old. I still have a lot of things I haven't had time to do. I really can't do anything in twenty days."
"Have you ever thought about what you want to do in this life? It's best if you know. Let's find a way together to accomplish all the things you want to do in this life in the last twenty days, chase life, and experience everything ahead of time.
"Zhang Yichi said harshly.
How easy is it to complete a lifetime's important life list in twenty days? Zhang Yichi is not sure, but he must agree to it now, and he must do it next.
This is the biggest concession Han Jing can make. If he can do this, even if he will still be scared before death, at least he will feel better. If he can't do it, then there will be nothing to do. From now on, he will really be with you.
He is waiting to die.
"Chasing life?" Han Jing laughed.
"No matter what you were like before you turned eighteen or what kind of life you lived, from today on, we can no longer live at the same pace as before. To be more precise, including today, you still have twenty-three days to live.
Time, in these twenty-three days, I will find a way to let you do everything you want to do in this life." Zhang Yichi said, "So what if it's twenty-three days? You may not be able to do it better than anyone else.
Everyone wants a wonderful life.”
Han Jing said nothing.
"Okay, don't cry, don't sit around stupidly, go make a wish list, and we'll do it after you make it." Zhang Yichi urged.
Han Jing pursed his lips and stood up for a long time, went to the bedroom, found paper and pen, and started writing.
This move is a good signal, at least it shows that Han Jing is willing to live for another twenty-three days instead of dying now.
"Don't list anything about alien planets you want to visit." Zhang Yichi joked and went to the living room to bring breakfast over, "Let's eat some food by the way."
"I'm not in the mood to eat, you can eat." Han Jing said.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's talk after eating. You have to keep your body in the best condition as much as possible. It's great to be full of energy. Don't put the words that you are about to die on your face." Zhang Yichi urged again.
Han Jing had no choice but to put down his paper and pen and eat first. Zhang Yichi's cooking skills were very good, but Han Jing was not in the mood and the food tasted like nothing.
Zhang Yichi stood aside and glanced at the list in front of Han Jing. There was only one wish written on it.
Be a singer.
This is Zhang Yichi’s first wish to solve for Han Jing.
How to make him realize this wish? Yesterday, he successfully sang and sang. In Zhang Yichi's view, it means that Han Jing has become a singer. But Han Jing still writes down this wish now, which means that singing is not enough.
Han Jing tried his best to eat half the bowl of rice, but he really had no appetite for the rest. Zhang Yichi did not force him to eat, so he asked him to continue making a list and wash the dishes himself.
While washing the dishes, Zhang Yichi thought of a way. He didn't know if there was any way to do it. If it was done, it would definitely be an unforgettable experience for Han Jing, and he would definitely be here.
He left traces of his presence in the world.
Han Jing is still making a list, not because there are so many things he wants to do, but because he is thinking carefully about what he really wants to do.
Zhang Yichi used his computer to check if there were any talent shows or singing programs recently.
If so, Zhang Yichi will try to make a phone call and explain the situation to the other party. If the program team agrees, Han Jing can appear on TV, let more people hear his singing, and leave a mark in this world
traces of his existence.
Finally, Zhang Yichi found two program teams. They were filming and broadcasting at the same time. Han Jing might not be able to catch up.
One has mobile phone contact information, and the other has email contact information, but the registration has been terminated.
Zhang Yichi first borrowed Han Jing's mobile phone and called the first program team outside.
A staff member answered the phone, and Zhang Yichi said sincerely: "Hello, I hope you can give me a minute. I have a friend who just celebrated his 18th birthday a few days ago.
, but at the same time, he was accidentally diagnosed with ALS, and he didn’t have much time left. His body functions were deteriorating rapidly.
Soon his hands will no longer be able to play the piano, and it will be difficult for him to speak clearly. He has a dream of being a singer and has excellent original music works. I hope the program team can consider him and let him participate in the program.
In the only time he has left, he can realize his greatest wish in life."
The staff replied: "I'm sorry, we understand your friend very well, but in fact, the recording of our preliminary round has been completed, and the finalists have been almost determined, so it is difficult to make relevant adjustments..."
"...Okay, sorry to trouble you." Zhang Yichi thanked him and hung up the phone.
He also sent an email to another program team that had clearly ended registration. The hope was even slimmer, but he was willing to give it a try.