Chapter 172: Butterfly that can't fly

Strongly resisting discomfort, Xia Yan sang the third sentence: "Like the roadside iris / lost in time / unclear / that gentle you / is real or dream..."
Tears fell without warning. There is a fragmented illusion flashing in front of me. I don’t know when and where the summer, the big clump of irises on the roadside blooms in the smoke, there is a young tall man against the light, smiling and reaching out to the girl in front of him. Come - Xiao Yan, come home with me.
Xiao Yan, go home with me...
The voice was low and confusing, like a curse, let her choke.
More pictures poured into my mind, and the luxury villas in the mountains. The man held the girl's hand and announced to many people: "This is Xia Wei, the child I adopted, I hope you will treat her well."
In the quiet study, the man held the his lap and started to teach him to practice.
In the garden full of roses, the man half-squatted to give the child a thorn in his feet, a slightly lowered eyelid, gentle and focused...
Tears blurred the line of sight, Xia Wei remembered a lot of past events, and the voice of singing gradually changed: "...you give me crystal sky / perfect dream..."
In the song, she seems to go back to the past, and once again become the little girl, beautiful and beautiful. She jumps and spins lightly in the practice room, singing with the sound of a scorpion, year after year.
Yan Ziheng came to see her, and she was under the floor-to-ceiling window. He took a soft woolen coat from her entourage and put it on her thin shoulder. He said in his mouth: "It’s cold, sweating should pay attention to keep warm."
She hooked his hands to his neck and kissed him on his head.
His body has a hint of tea, and the smell of sandalwood and paper in the study. Stretching her hand around her waist, he pulled her closer, and hunted the mains, until I was about to suffocate.
"Oh," he whispered hoarsely, "My butterfly..."
Too unforgettable voice.
Xia Wei’s heart was sore, dizzy, and she was on the smoky stage. The hand holding the microphone was shaking, and the song was shaking:
...the avatar butterfly/the butterfly that belongs to you...

In the middle of the battle, this stage became another star-studded open-air plaza with 100,000 people. She wore a pure white silk coat, a light golden wing, and her chin was raised high and sang arrogantly.
In all directions, there was a deafening cheer - Xia Wei! Xia Wei! Xia Wei!
Deep inside, something shattered, her eyes staring at the void, here... Where is it? Who is she? Is it past life or this life? Tears couldn’t stop flowing, and Xia Wei walked in vain, no longer standing, and slammed to the edge of the stage, holding the microphone holder fixed there.
"For you... shine for you..." She cried with tears, and the sounds were intermittent. The lyrics of the words weeping in the blood were like being imprinted in the depths of the soul. "For you alone... just for you..."
"...until that moment/day collapses/you shred the illusion/push me into the cruel abyss..."
A newspaper appeared in front of him, and the headline of the front page, the head of the Yu family, was engaged with the king of the yacht tycoon Wang Jingjing. Xia Wei was unbelievable and rushed to find him in madness. He held a very important meeting of directors at the headquarters of the emperor, and the room was full of hustle and bustle.
She dropped the newspaper in front of him.
"Noisy." I don't know which old man, whispered.
Xia Wei’s ignorance, the momentum of the scorpion is to give a saying, he is silent, the wrinkles between the eyebrows are like a knife: "Little, this matter has nothing to do with you."
She was so angry that she was shaking and arguing. The board of directors did not open that day. Zhai Ziheng dragged her back home, threw it into the bedroom, and possessed it in an overbearing manner, but did not mention the engagement event.
No matter how she asks, he is the phrase "not related to you."
She looked for a lot of people to judge, but they did not dare to get involved in the storm of her and Yan Ziheng, but only promised to support me. Only Feng Wei and Chu Yu advised her: "Xiao Xiao, the boss means that whether he is engaged or not is a political marriage, does not affect your feelings."
Does not affect feelings? joke!
She smacked them a bit of a skunk, and screamed at the balance of the scorpion, even looking for Wang Jingxuan to negotiate... until Wang Jingyi died, the scorpion Heng was unbearable and imprisoned her.
"Your finger is slightly raised / not moving / breaking my wings..."
In the cold villa, he pressed her to the bed, ignoring her fears and struggles, and humiliating...
"Crystal Sky / Broken Dream..."
He put her in the dark and narrow confinement room, there is no light and sound, she wants to shout but can't open her mouth, wants to struggle but can't even move a finger... The long silence is like For a few trillions of years, she didn't know if she was dead or alive, heard her weak heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing, the huge monsters and cobwebs, the sickle of death, countless hallucinations...
Then the door opened, and the man walked in with the light, like a god.
"Small," he waved his whip, and the intense pain and pleasure made her shudder. He leaned over and touched her face, his voice was cold and gentle. "All your joy and pain are given by me. Everything you belong to me."
Xia Wei cried out and sang hard: "The butterfly in the cage..."
"The butterfly that can't fly..." The body slid a little bit and squatted on the stage. She felt the pain of burning on her ankles, where there were injuries - the golden chains worn by the scorpion scales, and the wounds that had been worn in the long years.
"The butterfly that can't fly..." She desperately controlled herself, so she didn't cry, "The sprawling spider...
"Blood wings / ashes wishes...
"The butterfly that can't fly / is imprisoned in the cobweb...
"Can't escape the cage...
"wait……
"death……"
The last sentence of the lyrics falls.
She sat on the stage, her body numb, and the intermittent crying could not stop. There was a short moment, and there was a blank in the brain, as if the wind was falling over the day. No, no... not a blank, but there are so many memories whistling, rolling, screaming, electric light and flint, and the sea.
All, all gentle and painful.
When I first saw it, in the orphanage where the iris was blooming in the summer, he took her hand and took her home. At the age of thirteen, they were together. He said that he would be good to her for the rest of his life. At the International Music Awards, he Sitting on the guest table, she listened attentively to her singing the "PerfectDream" created for him...
On the day when the fate turned, the porch at the door of the house, he slammed her to the ground, and asked her why she wanted to murder Wang Jingwei. Cage, despair, madness, collapse...
In the last night's nightmare, Xia Wei did not dare to think about it. He only remembered that he jumped from the stage and then reborn.
Say goodbye to Xia Yu’s life and become Ye Xingyu.