Chapter 170: Old phoenix

Aside, a female singer said, "How do you talk to Zheng Da Ge? People are kings."
"Heaven is great?" Xia Wei did not hold back, "I am afraid that I will drag my legs, so don't pull me into the team." She was in the air, and she screamed angrily. "Well, you kick." I am, I am going to the resurrection."
Feng Yan's eyebrows are really a headache.
This little girl is so angry that she can't be said in one sentence. She doesn't know how her famous tongue in Tianyi and Weiyin is. However, I really miss it... The emperor is very strict. Since Xia Yu’s death, no one dares to challenge authority like her.
Thinking of this, Feng Xiao looked at her eyes and softened a few points: "Cance the gas, Chen Hao is not malicious, since everyone came to cooperate," said the female singer, "all are a team, less two Sentence." After that, he took a look at Zheng Chenhao with some warnings.
Whoever is phoenix, who sees it.
Even if Zheng Chenhao does not dare to provoke the industry's top producers, the people used to be Xia Yu's royalties. In front of the boss, he said that he could get ten words. If he accidentally offended, I am afraid he will even have a problem. I don't know if I die.
Zheng Chenhao’s heart was in a fire, but on the surface he smiled lightly:
I just kindly reminded that it’s really not malicious.

The female singer’s attitude towards him was softened, and she thought that she should know more about her current affairs and silently shut up and stop talking.
Xia Wei was very disappointed. Seeing that it was going to quarrel, Feng Xiao actually ran out to persuade to fight the fire. Asshole, how is this person's temper still like before, so gentle and so harmonious? The hope that she was kicked to the resurrection race was broken again.
Xia Xi was unhappy to poke the tea with a small tea spoon and made a strong poke.
Feng Yan blinked slightly, her little movement... It was like the girl in memory.
He coveted and concealed the strangeness in his eyes. He distributed a few sheets of paper and a few pens to everyone: "Everyone, the rules of the Nebula songs are known to everyone, that is, you can't sing your own songs in the game. You must sing others. The songs and songs are also defined by the contestants. There are more than 300 choices. Now, I need you to write down 10 of them that are best at them, and the 10 that are least good at them. Then we will communicate how to arrange the troops. Array."
Everyone has no objection and writes with a pen and paper.
Xia Wei was still immersed in a little unhappy, and he wrote a "Summer of Flowers and Blossoms" on paper. I don't think about it. Isn't this a song that I liked most in my life? The pen in your hand is a slight meal.
However, it is too late to change.
She simply stopped the pen and carefully studied the song list. Only then did she slowly select nine songs that she could sing in her life but not like in her life. I also carefully selected 10 songs that were not good at the same time as the previous generations.
Feng Yu seems to be able to accommodate, but actually has been quietly observing Xia Wei, seeing her write the first song and then lived, studied for a while, the song list was written, and silently left a heart . After everyone had finished writing, he took the song list and saw it. She saw her first song, "Summer of Flowers and Flowers," and her heart jumped.
The next 19 songs are irrelevant to Xia Wei.
Is it really just a coincidence?
Feng Xiao calmly collected the papers and continued to hold combat meetings with everyone.
After the meeting.
Feng Yan returned home with the stack of paper and pulled out the piece of Xia Wei.
Like, this handwriting is too much like...
Feng Wei eagerly rummaged through a cabinet in his home to find out the manuscripts left by Xia Wei during his lifetime, and compared the same Chinese characters one by one: Xia, Sheng, Hua, Yan...
Every word is exactly the same!
He twitched his hand and opened a small box on the table. In the small box, there is a signature screenshot taken from the signature version of the Nebula Song Red Carpet. The words "Ye Xing" are cut into three pieces of paper, and three copies of the paper are cut from the manuscript of Xia Wei. The words "leaf", "star" and "绫" appear.
Some time ago, he sent these three words to three different handwriting appraisers.
The conclusions of the three appraisers are: the same person's handwriting.
Feng Xiao’s hand shook even more. The 20 songs received this time were also processed in the same way. The corresponding words were found in Xia’s manuscript, divided into several copies and sent to different handwriting appraisers.
Mail is sent out.
His mood can't be calm for a long time. If even this writing is exactly the same, what do you say?
There are really two people in the world who are completely similar, not only talking, but even the same handwriting? Or are they originally the same person? Reincarnation reincarnation...?
However, Xia Wei died more than a year ago, and Ye Xingyu, already 18 or 9 years old.
Feng Wei sat in front of the workbench and looked at the contradictions of those writings for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up and dialed a phone call: "Is it old? I have something to entrust you. You help me find a name called Ye Xingyu. The singer, a year ago... No, the manuscript written two years ago, no matter what, school work, lyrics, signature, send it to me, the more the better!"
This is a friend of his own, open a private detective agency, it is best to check this kind of thing.
Feng Yu’s heart is looking forward to it, and he is squatting. What if she really is? What if she is not her?
Xia Wei didn't know anything about it. When writing the title, all her attention was placed on the song itself, trying not to let Feng Xiao see the similarities between her and her life, but ignored the writing itself.
Those years were favored by the scorpion, she didn't need to use any brains to play any scheming, and now she was pampered by Li Lei, which really confirmed the words when Li Lei took her to the amusement park, stupid.
How can we count the phoenixes that do not leak the water?
The stupid Xia Wei children, as always, had a meeting with the team and made a strategy. I didn’t know that Feng Xiao’s eyes looked more and more strange.
This day is the "You Sing Me" section of the Xingyun Song Club team competition.
As the name suggests, a singer appoints a song and asks another singer to sing.
It is the turn of Xia Wei.
"It’s Ye Xingyu." Her opponent team was quietly discussing the countermeasures. "What song do we give her?"
"Of course it is 'that one'," one of them said, "I didn't say it. Last time I stole that Feng Xiao was on the phone and said that Ye Xingyu had been practicing the song on the song list recently. The songs are more or less sure, but the only thing that sings badly is 'that one'!"
"Which is that one?"
"Stupid, "Cage in the cage"!"