Chapter 1: She has medicine when the idol is sick

Imperial capital, suburbs.

Late at night, it was snowing heavily on the cold day.

In a simple rental house, the stove used for heating has been extinguished, and the room is like an ice cellar.

A girl with a pale face and pale lips was lying under the thin quilt, her eyes were dissipated, and her breath was dying...

Her fingers caressed a poster with nostalgia and cherishing. The man on the poster had beautiful facial features, like a banished immortal...

In the lower right corner of the poster are two words 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, Feng Yan's "Snow" will be played for everyone. Everyone should know that since his debut eight years ago, he has an album a year. Each album has broken the sales record in the recording industry and won 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 a genuine and handsome man. Since his debut, he has been voted as the No. 1 handsome man in Asia and the most popular male artist for eight consecutive years. He has even been rated as the No. 1 handsome man in the world by many authoritative Western magazines. His Weibo number of fans has broken the Guinness record and is the artist with the most fans in the world.

Fans are spread all over the world. Since his debut, his whereabouts are quite mysterious. He does not accept endorsements, participates in variety shows, does not participate in commercial performances, and does not attend awards ceremony. Every year, he faces fans only one concert. All the revenue from the concert is donated to the foundation under his name - the Foundation for the Assistance of Terminal Illness... However, such a perfect male god has recently been reported to have terminal illness and his life is not long ago. According to a blurry photo taken by the media, Feng Yan was sitting in a wheelchair, thin and pushed out of the hospital. In addition, he has not appeared in front of others for nearly half a year. It turns out that the official concert was cancelled. It is difficult not to suspect that there was something wrong with him..."

The voice of the music radio host came from the old Nokia.

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the girl's eyes, she stroked the poster and said softly: "Brother, although I am going to another world, I still hope you can live in this world well. I hate it so much, God is unfair, but you are such a good person... I am so unwilling to help you with nothing. I originally wanted to donate the instrument to my brother after death, but it's a pity..."

The girl's voice became weaker and her eyes became more and more dissipated.

"Listen, it's almost midnight now..."

"Brother, I really want to see you..." After a long time, with a weak murmur, the girl's hand slowly dropped and she closed her eyes.

The tears seemed to have not left dry, and they were pouring out from the corners of her eyes.

Boom!

A thunder sounded, and the lightning made the window lattice white...

The girl on the bed suddenly disappeared.

Three seconds later...

Boom!

Another thunder sounded, and the lightning illuminated the room as bright as daytime. A girl sitting cross-legged appeared on the bed out of thin air.

The girl was fluttering in white, wearing a woman in ancient costume, her eyes slightly closed.

The woman in white slowly opened her eyes, with a daze and surprise on her face.

Aren’t I promoted to a true immortal? Why did I return to modern times? This is clearly a rental house she lived in three hundred years ago.

Is it an illusion?

Tang Yuyi looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene and couldn't tell whether it was a reality or an illusion.

"... Without further ado, I will play this song "Snow" for you now. I hope that as sing in the lyrics, on this snowy night, everyone will be accompanied by others and someone will keep you warm..."

Rumble.

There was a thunder sound from the roof.

Tang Yuyi opened the window. Outside, the night was dark, the snow was vast, and the cold wind was howling...

Feng Yan's cold singing echoed in the rental house with a warmth...

This scene is familiar...

Slowly, ancient memories slowly poured in from the depths of memory...

This seems to be the scene where she died of illness in a rental house.

In her previous life, because she died so miserably and unwillingly, she always remembered the scene at that time.

Three hundred years have passed, has she traveled back to the past?

Tang Yuyi was eager to know what year and month it was now.

However, there was not even a person next to me who could ask.

After walking around in place for a few times, she saw the black Nokia playing music at the head of the bed.

By the way, mobile phone! Mobile phones can display time.

Tang Yuyi suddenly remembered that modern times had the high-tech mobile phone.

She walked over quickly, picked up her phone, and looked at the screen.

At 0:01 on January 1, XX, it was the day she left, and she remembered it very clearly.

Because that day was the New Year, it was celebrated everywhere, and it was very lively. She was the only one who was alone, waiting to take her last breath.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that even the specific number of hours and minutes is worth it.

In other words, she traveled to the cultivation world at the last moment, and she came back the next moment?

During this period, she has experienced three hundred years, and in modern times, time seems to have not passed.

What changed was this body. Before traveling to the realm of cultivation, it was a thin and broken body, or a corpse. After traveling to the realm of cultivation, the master and the second senior brother had been treated for more than three months and used countless treasures to survive. Later, this body was completely reborn after cultivation and elixir training.

Is this true?

Tang Yuyi pinched her face hard, and the next moment, she let go of her hand.

Having feelings is not hallucinations, nor is it dreams.

The next moment, Tang Yuyi's eyes fell on the poster on the quilt, and her expression instantly became soft...

Gradually, Tang Yuyi's expression became ecstatic...

Since all this is not a dream, since she is back, then she can cure her brother's illness.

My idol is sick, she has medicine! Is there anything more lucky in the world?

The next moment, Tang Yuyi disappeared into the rental house.
Chapter completed!