Jiang Chen was stunned on the spot.
"No way, I only sing sad love songs!"
The patient's family explained.
"The sad love songs you sang reminded him of the past."
"When he was young, my grandfather was just like you, dashing and charming, and had quite a few romantic encounters."
Those who abandon him never have a good ending.
"So he laughed heartily, feeling that his life was complete!"
Jiang Chen's understanding was refreshed: "You can do that?"
The patient's family recounted the story in detail.
"In addition, your song 'Go to the Windy Place' touched him."
"He longs to return to his hometown."
My mind is filled with longing.
"I feel that's his final destination."
Everyone wants to return to their roots in the final moments of their life.
After all, that's where he was born and raised, and it holds many happy childhood memories.
Nothing is more important than this.
Jiang Chen: "Your grandfather will definitely get better!"
The patient smiled.
There's no hope for things to get better.
He just wanted to hear a live version of "Go to the Windy Place" before he died.
"Can I hear you sing 'Go to the Windy Place' live?"
Looking at the pitiful old man with white hair, Jiang Chen's eyes welled up with tears, and without hesitation, he said, "Okay!"
Clearing his throat, he immediately began singing "Go to the Windy Place" by the hospital bedside.
"The reflection of clouds, the waxing and waning of the moon, and the countless stars in the sky."
"The lost steps are slowly being smoothed out."
"Through the light and shadow of the four seasons, I saw a shooting star streak across the long night."
When the wind blows, there are not a cloud in the sky.
Dilraba and Tang Yan were dumbfounded.
Jiang Chen's singing voice is like heavenly music, it's so beautiful!
No accompaniment is needed at all; a cappella is the most beautiful melody.
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