A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

Feng Yan looked at her and smiled: "The new fruit wine, tastes good, I guess you will like it."

She closed her eyes and took a sip, and the stars of the sky became more dreamy and blurred, as if the whole world had been covered with a sly color. The soft music sounds in the ear, the melody that she is familiar with in her life.

“Remember these songs?” Feng Xiaowen whispered, “The song we used to do together.”

"Yeah." She was unclear, and the degree of wine seemed to be a bit high, making her thinking slow.

Feng Yan's eyelids leaped slightly, and the soft "Hmm" sounded like a thunder in his ear. His hand did not feel clenched, because it was too nervous and slightly trembling, strong self-satisfaction, continue to tempted her with a gentle voice: "Little."

She did not respond, and the familiar and awkward melody surrounded her, as if she had returned to the past, so comfortable.

Feng Wei added some wine to her: "Drink more, brew according to your taste. Do you remember that we went to Bordeaux in France one year? You picked a very sweet grape and you have to make your own wine. The result is almost Ruined a manor house."

Recalling the past, Xia Wei’s lips were gently lifted. “Remember, you pulled me away that time.”

The thunder exploded again.

Even if the self-control is as strong as a phoenix, this time the voice is trembling: "Small 绫...小绫."

"Auntie." Her brain was vague and smirked under the influence of alcohol.

The familiar title makes his eyes slightly wet. Is this person really her? Whether it is good intentions or violation of common sense, but it is really like she is back! Feng Qiangqiang self-impressed and excited, continue to be careful to prove: "I have missed you all these years."

"Only you... miss me." Xia Wei smiled dizzyly, swaying the fascinating liquid in the cup. "They are all... deceiving."

"Who are they?" He took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"Xia Yu, Chu Yu, and...and..." She couldn't go on.

He added another glass of wine to her, watching her drink, and the voice was milder: "Who else?"

"Zi Ziheng," she stared at the starry sky, muttering, "Zizi Heng..." In front of him, the tall and beautiful man emerged, the straight nose and tight lips, when looking at people, the gods . The eyes are hot and hot, and the nose is sour: "The scorpion is a bastard... a liar, a liar..."

"What did he lie to you?" Feng Xiao's voice.

"He said that he would always be good to me, but he wants to marry Wang Jingyu. He said that butterfly... That butterfly is a secret agreement that belongs only to us, but he gave it to others! Liars, liar! ”

Xia Wei suddenly became emotional and suddenly slammed the tall glass to the glass wall.

The **** is splashed and the harshness is harsh.

Feng Yan took her hand and let her stay away from the debris and asked, "What butterfly?"

"The one on the card." She broke him and drank again.

"Who did he give the butterfly to?"

"I."

"Don't you say that he gave it to someone else?"

"He gave it to others! He gave Ye Xingzhen!" She said irritably, her brain turned very slowly, "Not for me!"

"Are you not Ye Xingzhen?" Feng Yu held his breath and the truth was in front of him.

"I'm not!"

"Who are you?" The whisper of magnetic confusion is full of temptation.

"I am... I am..." She always felt that something was wrong. She tried to lick her head and looked at him, smirking. "I won't tell you."

Reaching for the wine, he was stopped: "Small, you can't drink."

"I am not drunk." She wants to push him away and not touch the wine not far away.

He sighed: "I shouldn't let you drink so much."

"I want to drink!"

"No."

"That..." She looked at him and continued to smirk. "Then I tell you who I am."

"Is such a big secret worth a glass of wine?" He couldn't help but laugh. "Small, you can't drink any more."

"No... I want to drink." Xia Wei ignored his restraint and continued to try to break away. "Feng Yan, let me go, let me go... give me wine, give me wine, I will tell you who I am... ”

"I already know who you are." His gentle voice continued to suppress her, not letting her go to get the wine.

She forgot to struggle for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously: "Then you said, I... Who am I?"

He didn't answer for a moment. After a moment, he reached out and touched her cheek: "Small, sly... I have known you for more than ten years, but I still can't believe it, you will die so easily."

“Easy?” She laughed happily. “Not easy... not at all easy. Auntie, do you know how much I want to live well, but they want to harm me and kill me...”

Feng Yan took her into her arms.

"But, what can you do if you are not dead? In his cage, you will be a underground lover for a lifetime, oh? Auntie, do you know how scared I am, I am afraid that when I wake up, I will become a Hey..." She choked and shed tears.

Feng Wei held her like that. For a long time, the voice was a little dumb: "The stage is so high, when you fall, are you afraid?"

"Afraid..." She said that in his warm embrace, consciousness gradually dissipated. "It’s very scary, but... if you jump off, you can get rid of it, you can say goodbye to the balance... Let me remember, he is against me. A little bit better, not in the last time..."

Her voice gradually went down, finally, sinking into the dark dreams.

The dream is very long. For a while, it is an orphanage with blooming iris flowers. In a while, there are 100,000 large concerts, as well as arrogant dogs, men with whip in the dark, hugs, love, and screening...

When I woke up the next day, my headache broke.

Xia Wei helped the blasted head to get up, got out of bed, opened the door and looked around, and found that it was not a bar, nor was she and Li Lei's apartment. However, these layouts and furnishings always gave her a familiar feeling. She walked around the living room, looked at the kitchen, and went upstairs, finally remembering it -

Here is the residence of Fengqi.

Why is she here? Moreover, what about Fengqi people?

Xia Wei looked around and found that the studio's door was hidden, and opened it, and sure enough, he was inside. In the morning light, Feng Xiao was dressed in a light-colored home, sitting on a soft sofa and facing the full house of music equipment, I don't know what to think.

Hearing the noise, he turned to look at her.

“Small?” he said softly. “Come in, when is it so polite.”

She stayed: "Mr. Feng, we..." I wanted to say that they were unfamiliar, but when they saw his eyes, he smiled and smiled. He always felt that something was wrong, and he swallowed the latter half.

"Don't pretend," he smiled at her. "I know it's you - Xia Wei."

He clearly read her real name in a word.