You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

Sitting in the car, Wen Xuyan glanced at his phone every five minutes. Finally, after looking at it for the third time, he saw the other party's consent and the message sent.

His expression immediately became serious, looking at the other party's question,

Wen Xuyan thought about it for a while and edited a long string of words. He read it again and again and finally deleted it because he felt it was inappropriate.

The deletions and cuts also made the person on the other side of the screen confused.

Looking at the girl who kept showing that she was typing but never received any message, he hesitated for a moment and sent another message.

【Is there something you are not comfortable saying? 】

At this time, Wen Xuyan also typed out this sentence and sent it to her.

[Wen Preface: Yes, are you free now? Let’s talk in person.]

The girl looked at Wen Xuyan's invitation with an embarrassed look on her face. She now relied on a wheelchair to travel, which was quite inconvenient.

[It's inconvenient for me to go out. If you have something urgent that you want to talk to me in person, please come to my house.]

【Wen Preface: OK.】

Half an hour later, we were downstairs at Huafeng Community.

Wen Xuyan got out of the BMW and looked at the old and dilapidated community in front of him, frowning slightly.

Huadu No. 1 High School is a key high school in the city. The students there are either rich or noble. Of course, there are also some from middle-class families and some from poor conditions.

But in Wen Xuyan's memory, every student in Class 4 of Senior 3 came from a family that had a car, a house, and savings, and their parents were company executives or public officials.

It was the first time he knew that someone in his class lived in such a remote, shabby and small place.

[Wen Preface: I'm here, come down.]

The girl was sitting in a wheelchair. After seeing the message, she pushed the wheelchair out the door.

Wen Xuyan, who was waiting downstairs impatiently, opened his phone again and wanted to urge the person to come, but as soon as he typed out the words to urge him, he heard someone calling him: "Student Wen."

The voice was clear and pleasant, but the tone was a little weak.

Wen Xuyan looked up and saw the girl in a wheelchair parked not far from him with a big smile on her face.

"Yan Yue, what's wrong with you?" Wen Xuyan asked when he saw her sitting in a wheelchair.

The girl named Yan Yue only smiled faintly upon hearing this, and then said, "It's nothing, I just got sick and need to use a wheelchair for a while."

Hearing her cheerful tone, Wen Xuyan frowned slightly and casually asked, "What disease has put you in a wheelchair?"

"It's a minor illness." Yan Yue didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she changed the subject and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Finally, the two found a milk tea shop and sat down.

"I remember you can play the erhu, and you play it very well." Wen Xuyan asked directly.

After hearing what he said, Yan Yue pursed her lips and felt a little excited.

"It's just so-so. Compared to you guys, this is just a small fight." Yan Yue said politely.

"This is what I mean. I have a newly formed band and we're short of people. Do you want to join?"

After Wen Xuyan finished speaking, he was afraid that she would think it was fake, so he quickly added: "It was founded by a friend of mine, called Phoenix Band. You can check the official website. They are short of people now. Just join and you will get generous rewards."

Yan Yue was stunned after hearing this. Was he inviting her?

But can I still go with this body?

For the first time since falling ill, Yan Yue, who had always been optimistic, felt different emotions.

Regret, discomfort, sadness, hatred.

If she were in good health, she would agree without hesitation.

But she is not in good health and cannot hold others back.

After pondering for a long time, Yan Yue spoke with difficulty: "Forget it... okay."

Wen Xuyan thought he would be determined to win, but he didn't expect to hear the other party's rejection.

The smiling expression on her face froze.

His voice unconsciously rose: "Why!"

Wen Xuyan couldn't understand why. This was a very good opportunity. If she joined, there would only be benefits and no disadvantages.

"Aren't you excited about the international music competition?" Wen Xuyan continued to throw out a heavy temptation.

“As long as you join, there is an 80 percent chance of participating in this competition.

That's the stage that countless music students dream of, and many bands are desperately trying to sign up. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this is right in front of you, aren't you tempted?"

How could Yan Yue not be moved?

She was so excited, but her body couldn't bear it.

"I'm sick and have to go to the hospital from time to time. I don't have much energy to spend on this." Yan Yue explained with a smile.

Wen Xuyan didn't want her to reject him like this, so he thought for a moment and said, "Don't be so hasty to reject me. Think about it carefully."

Then he dropped another bombshell: "The band leader is Song Buci!"

Song Buci is known as a talented young pianist.

Yan Yue also knew about her deeds and she particularly admired this pianist.

Yan Yue's eyes widened slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Think about it carefully and don't rush to refuse." Wen Xuyan continued to persuade.

"Yeah." Yan Yue agreed.

After returning home, Yan Yue sat in a wheelchair and kept thinking about the conversation in her mind. Her eyes fell on the erhu placed beside her.

I raised my hand and touched it again and again. This erhu was well maintained. The surface was smooth and delicate, as if it had been polished by many people.

This was passed down to her by her grandfather. Yan Yue grew up listening to her grandfather playing the erhu, and she likes the erhu very much.

So I learned it from my grandfather.

When I was a child, many elderly people would play erhu with me in parks and shops in their spare time.

Some aunts were singing and drinking with microphones. Yan Yue grew up in such an environment.

But as time passed, the grandfathers who watched her grow up passed away one after another, and the sound of the erhu gradually became less and less.

Yan Yue doesn't want the erhu to be forgotten, she wants more people to know about the erhu.

While she was hesitating, her brother who had gone out to deliver the takeaway came back with the ingredients.

"Did Xiaoyue take her medicine today?" Yan Chu asked when he saw her in a daze.

After asking, he walked towards the coffee table and his face turned pale after checking it.

He walked up to Yan Yue with an unopened pill and asked sternly, "Why don't you take your medicine?"

"It's fine if you don't go to the hospital for chemotherapy, but you also don't take medicine. Do you think you can't die fast enough?"

"Brother, don't buy more medicine after you finish these. I don't want to be a burden to you all the time." Yan Yue took the medicine and said to him with a smile.

"You're busy with your studies, making money, and taking care of me. You'll be very tired."

Seeing her like this, Yan Chu yelled even louder: "You are my sister!"

"Besides you, I have no relatives!"

Thinking of the words her grandfather said before he died, Yan Yue pursed her lips, pondered for a long time, and finally gave up.

"Okay, okay, I'll take the medicine." Yan Yue said and took out the medicine and placed it in his palm.

Seeing that she was willing to finish the banquet, Chu's expression looked a little better.

"Come with me to the hospital for chemotherapy tomorrow." He handed the water to her and then said.