Chapter 1 Idol is sick and she has medicine

Imperial capital, suburbs   In the middle of the night, in the cold three or nine days, the snow was flying.   In a simple rental house, the stove used for heating has been extinguished, and the house is like an ice cellar.   A girl with a sallow complexion and pale lips lay under the thin quilt, her eyes were slack and her breath was dying...   Her fingers cherished and caressed a poster. The man on the poster was handsome and beautiful, like an immortal alive...   In the lower right corner of the poster, there are two characters with iron painted silver hooks - Feng Yan.   Feng Yan is the only light and warmth in her short ten years of life.   "On this snowy night, the next play for everyone is Feng Yan’s "Snow".   Everyone should know that Feng Yan, since his debut eight years ago, one album a year, each album has broken the record of the record industry. With sales records and numerous awards, music critics say that he is the only one who can break Feng Yan’s record.   In addition to his creative strength, Feng Yan is also an authentic and beautiful man. Since his debut, he has been voted for for eight consecutive years. He is the most beautiful man in Asia, the most popular male artist, and was even rated as the world’s most beautiful man by many western authoritative magazines. In addition, his Weibo followers exceeded the Guinness record, and he is the artist with the most fans on public accounts in the world , fans all over the world.   Since his debut, his whereabouts have been quite mysterious. He does not accept endorsements, does not participate in variety shows, does not participate in commercial performances, and does not even attend award ceremonies. Every year, there is only one concert for fans. All the income from the album was donated to the foundation under his name, the Terminally Illness Aid Foundation...   It’s just that such a perfect male god has recently spread the news that he is terminally ill and will die soon.   "According to a blurry photo taken by the media, Feng Yan was sitting in a wheelchair, with a thin body, and was pushed out of the hospital. In addition, he had not appeared in public for nearly half a year. Cancellation, it is hard not to make people suspect that there is really something wrong with his body..." The voice of the music radio host came from the old Nokia.   Two lines of clear tears flowed from the girl’s eyes, she rubbed the poster and said softly: "Brother , Although I am going to another world, I still hope you can live well in this world. I hate it, God is unfair, but you are such a good person..."   The girl’s voice weakened and her eyes became more and more sloppy.   "Listener friends, it’s twelve o’clock in the middle of the night..."   "Brother, I really want to see you one last time..." For a long time, with a weak whisper, the girl’s hand slowly dropped and she closed her eyes. The tears did not seem to be draining, but slowly gushed out from the corners of her eyes. Boom!!!!! A thunder sounded, and lightning flashed. The window lattice was snow white figure.... The girl on the bed suddenly disappeared out of thin air   Three seconds later...   boom!   Another thunder sounded, the lightning lit up the room as bright as day, and a girl in ancient costume appeared out of nowhere on the bed   The girl fluttered in white clothes , eyes slightly closed , sitting cross-legged on the bed. In the next second, the girl in white slowly opened her eyes, with a look of daze and surprise on her face. Isn’t she being promoted to a true immortal? How did she return to the modern age? The rental house I lived in before.   Could it be a dream?   Tang Yuyi looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene, and was a little unclear whether it was a reality or a dream.   "... Without further ado, I will play the song "Snow" for everyone. , I hope that as the lyrics sing, in this snowy night, everyone is accompanied by someone, someone to keep you warm..."   Rumble.   There was a roar of thunder on the roof.   Tang Yuyi pushed open the window. Outside, the night was dark, the snow was vast, and the cold wind was howling...   Feng Yan’s cold singing reverberated in the rental house with a warmth...   This scene, with a familiar...   Slowly, the ancient memories came slowly from the depths of the memory...   This, it seems that she died of illness in the rental house.   In the last life, because the death was too bleak and unwilling, she always remembered the scene at that time.   After three hundred years, could she have traveled back to the beginning?   Tang Yuyi eagerly wanted to know what year, month and date it was.   However, there was no one around to ask.   After turning around a few times, she saw a black Nokia playing music by the bedside.   By the way, the phone! The phone can display the time Tang Yuyi suddenly remembered that there is a high-tech mobile phone in modern times.   She walked over quickly, picked up the phone, and looked at the screen.   At 0:01 on January 1, XX, the day she left, she remembered it very clearly.   Because that day was the New Year, there were celebrations everywhere, and it was very lively. She was the only one alone, waiting to take her last breath.   If you think about it carefully, it seems that even the specific hours and minutes are correct.   In other words, she crossed into the realm of self-cultivation one moment and came back the next moment?   During this period, she has experienced three hundred years, and in modern times, here, time does not seem to have passed.   What has changed is this body. Before crossing into the realm of self-cultivation, it was a thin and dilapidated body, or a corpse. After crossing into the realm of self-cultivation, the master and the second brother received treatment for more than three months, and it took countless days. Material treasure, she came to life, and later, this body has been completely reborn after training and the tempering of medicinal pills.   Is this real?   Tang Yuyi pinched her face hard, and the next moment, she let go of her hand. Feelings are not hallucinations or dreams.   The next moment, Tang Yuyi’s eyes fell on the poster on the quilt, and her expression instantly softened...   Gradually, Tang Yuyi’s expression became ecstatic...   Since all this is not a dream, since she is back, Then, she can cure my brother’s illness.   Is there anything luckier than this in the world?   The next moment, Tang Yuyi disappeared into the rental house.