24: Chapter 24 The Godfather's Singing Skills

The three of them were already on their way back. Su Qing and Murong Lanlan were still pale; having lived pampered lives, they had never experienced such things before, and their hearts could not calm down.

"Ding, Popularity +10,000."

"Ding, Popularity +10,000."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for reaching 50,000 points. Reward: 5 months of lifespan, Godfather-level singing skills. Next reward at 80,000 popularity points."

Qin Mo's expression froze for a moment, then he was instantly overjoyed.

"Woohoo! Hahaha, not bad, not bad! Godfather-level singing skills!"

In his past and present life, he was tone-deaf. People nicknamed him 'The Death-Singer'... well... scared to death...

Furthermore, Qin Mo discovered a problem: those hit songs from his past life didn't exist in this world. So, no matter whose songs Qin Mo sang, they would all be considered 'originals'!

Now that he had obtained Godfather-level singing skills, he could show off... er... demonstrate again.

...

Meanwhile, Murong Lanlan in the back seat looked at Qin Mo from time to time and finally couldn't help but say:

"Qin Mo, can... can you stay at the manor for now?"

"Hmm?"

Qin Mo was stunned for a moment.

He then asked skeptically: "Why? Besides, that's your home. It wouldn't be very appropriate for me to keep staying there."

"Because... because..."

Murong Lanlan stammered for a long time without being able to get the words out.

The events of today had impacted her too greatly. She realized she was starting to rely on Qin Mo, but didn't know how to bring it up.

Su Qing, who was by her side, saw through her daughter's thoughts as a mother and smiled as she spoke.

"Qin Mo, you've just arrived in Yanjing. You can take some time to enjoy yourself here. Why don't you stay at the Murong family's place for now? It saves you from staying in hotels every day, and they aren't very clean anyway."

Qin Mo thought about it and nodded.

Murong Lanlan cast an embarrassed look at Su Qing.

Su Qing smiled without saying anything.

Before long, everyone returned to the manor.

By now, it was gradually getting dark. Everyone had a simple meal and returned to their respective rooms.

Qin Mo set up his streaming equipment and changed his title to: 'Share your story in the live chat, and the Streamer will write a song for you on the spot. If you think it's good, send a few Little Stars.'

As soon as he started the stream, countless people flooded into the chat.

"Oh? Why is the Streamer streaming twice today? Who are you planning to send in tonight?"

Qin Mo felt a bit helpless. His original intention was just to stream to complete the system tasks, but he didn't expect to become the 'Death Elementary Student'...

"I just like how the Streamer is never on time."

"Wait, is it... writing songs today?"

"I'm not looking down on the Streamer, but writing songs requires strong literary and musical mastery. Can the Streamer really do it?"

"Streamer, we're all on the same side; don't backstab your own people, okay?"

Qin Mo revealed a smile.

"Those who don't believe in the Streamer can give it a try. If you're not satisfied, I'll raffle off the latest iPhone for the brothers in the chat."

"Really?"

"That's hilarious, you've really cracked me up. I'll just say, I'm waiting for that phone."

At this moment, a prominent comment appeared in the chat.

"Streamer, it's like this. I'm thirty-five years old this year. I had a childhood sweetheart who had been with me since we were little. We were very poor back then, but very happy. We went to elementary school, middle school, high school, and university together. We spent over a decade experiencing all kinds of laughter, and we finally graduated."

"After graduation, we found jobs, and life seemed to be getting better day by day. I realized I couldn't go a single day without her."

"However, just when I thought we would continue like this forever, one day she was diagnosed with cancer, and there was no possibility of a cure. Because of this, I spent all my savings taking her everywhere to seek treatment."

"But even though I gave everything I had, I still couldn't save her. I once imagined us traveling together, eating together, joking together, getting married, and living a simple, ordinary life like that forever."

"But heaven played a huge joke on us, and wouldn't even grant us this one small wish."

"I'm not willing to accept this. That's why I've taken her photo all over the world. I want to take her to fulfill the dreams she had while she was alive. I know she is always by my side, even though I can't see her."

"Today is our thirty-fifth year together. If the Streamer can really write songs, I want to write one for her."

"Just... consider it a full stop to our present."

"..."

"Wuu... so touching! Brother, you're a real man!"

"Brother, I also believe she is always by your side."

"Sigh, a hemp rope breaks at the thinnest point, misfortune always finds the miserable."

"This made me cry. I noticed my girlfriend beside me wasn't crying, so I beat her up, and now she's crying, and I'm laughing."

Even Qin Mo felt a bit dazed. If it weren't for the system, he might not have many days left either. What about these ordinary people?

...

Qin Mo lowered his head to think for a moment, then picked up a pen and began to write on the paper.

"Can the Streamer really write songs?"

"Brother Mo, this guy is miserable enough already, please don't mess with him."

"Yeah, Brother Mo, if you can, just say a few words to comfort him. I think this brother will understand; after all, Brother Mo is a fortune teller."

Faced with the doubts in the chat, Qin Mo remained silent.

Before long, the song was finished. Qin Mo picked up the guitar he had just borrowed from Murong Lanlan.

"Brother, may all that you wish for be seen. Your deep affection and companionship will surely not be forgotten. Although heaven played a huge joke on you, these are also your precious memories, and they are priceless."

"I dedicate a song, 'angels wings', to you."

"Where will the fallen leaves go with the wind?"

"Leaving only a beautiful moment for the sky."

"The figure that once danced like angels wings."

"Grazed past my happy past."

"..."

"The melodious singing slowly drifted past everyone's ears."

"Everyone present went from initial disdain to shock, and then to silence."

"It was as if they saw a loving couple who had gone through all sorts of hardships and were finally about to reach the end, but helplessly, fate played a trick on them. The boy lost the girl, and the boy fell into pain and despair all day long, only able to meet the girl in his memories."

"..."

"The singing continued, and Qin Mo finally reached the climax."

"Believe that you are still here, never having left."

"My love is like an angel guarding you."

"If life ends here, and from now on there is no me."

"I will find an angel to love you for me."

"..."

"The song ended."

"At this moment, the live stream was deathly silent, with everyone immersed in it, unable to pull themselves away."

"It was as if they were attracted by the beautiful singing, and also as if they felt heartache for the boy."

"Wuu..."

"At this moment, the thirty-five-year-old man was sobbing uncontrollably."

"He felt that this song by Qin Mo was tailor-made for him."

"Thinking about how they had been together since childhood, going through all kinds of difficulties, and finally about to be together, yet heaven played a huge joke on him."

"He really wanted to ask heaven why it had to treat him this way. What exactly did he do wrong? It even made him have thoughts of suicide."

"But today, after listening to Qin Mo's song, he understood. Although the girl had gone to heaven, she would always live in his heart. He would turn into angels wings and continue to guard her, forever."

"The thirty-five-year-old man sent a carnival × 1."

"Brother Mo, I understand now. She will always live in my heart, and that is enough. But life is still long, and I need to do something for my future too."

"Qin Mo nodded with gratification upon hearing this."

"It's good that you can understand. But next time, don't send a carnival; just send a little heart."