Chapter 170: The cunning Lord Feng Kun
Chapter 170 The cunning Lord Feng Kun
On the side, a female singer said: "Why are you talking to Brother Zheng? He is the King of Heaven."
"Is the King of Heaven great?" Let me go to the Easter match.”
Feng Kun rubbed his eyebrows, he really had a headache.
This little girl is so angry that no one can say a word to her. I don't know how she got along with her notoriously vicious tongue in Tianyi and Wei Shaoyin. However, I really miss it... The emperor has a strict hierarchy. Since Xia Ling's death, no one has dared to challenge authority like her.
Thinking of this, Feng Kun's eyes softened a little when he looked at her: "Calm down, Chen Hao doesn't mean any harm. Now that we're here, let's all cooperate well." He then said to the female singer, "We are all in the same team, so don't say a few words." Sentence." After saying that, he glanced at Zheng Chenhao with some warning.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see who Feng Kun favors.
Even Zheng Chenhao didn't dare to offend the top producer in the industry in front of him. He was the former Xia Ling Queen. One sentence he said in front of the boss was as good as ten. If he accidentally offended him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know what to do. The dead ones don’t even know.
Zheng Chenhao was angry in his heart, but on the surface he smiled calmly: "I'm just kindly reminding you, I really don't mean any harm."
The female singer saw that his attitude softened, and thinking that she should be more aware of the current situation, she silently shut up and stopped talking.
Xia Ling was very disappointed. Just when a quarrel was about to break out, Feng Kun actually ran out to break up the fight and put out the fire? Bastard, why is this man's temper still as good-natured and mellow as before? Her hopes of being kicked out of the Easter match were shattered again.
Xia Ling unhappily took a small tea spoon and poked the tea leaves hard.
Feng Kun narrowed his eyes slightly. Her little movements... really looked like the girl in her memory.
He lowered his eyes, concealed the strangeness in his eyes, and distributed a few pieces of paper and a few pens to everyone: "Everyone, everyone knows the rules of the Xingyun Song Club, that is, you cannot sing your own songs in the competition. You must sing other people's songs. The song range has also been defined by the competition. There are more than 300 songs to choose from. Now, I need you to write down the 10 songs that you are best at and the 10 songs that you are least good at. Then we will discuss how to arrange the songs. array."
No one had any objections, so they started writing as soon as they got paper and pen.
Xia Ling was still immersed in a little unhappiness, so she casually wrote a song "Summer with Blooming Flowers" on the paper. Thinking about it, it felt wrong. Isn't this a song she liked very much in her previous life? The pen in his hand paused slightly.
However, it is too late to change.
She simply stopped writing and carefully studied the song list before slowly selecting 9 songs that she could sing in this life but didn't like very much in her previous life. I carefully selected 10 songs that I was not good at and had nothing to do with my likes and dislikes in my previous life.
Feng Kun seemed calm and harmonious, but in fact he had been observing Xia Ling calmly. He paused when he saw her finish writing the first song. He studied the song list for a while before continuing to write, so he silently paid attention to it. . After everyone had finished writing, he collected the song list and looked at it. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that the first song she sang was "Summer in Blooming Flowers".
The next 19 songs have nothing to do with Xia Ling.
Is it really just a coincidence?
Feng Kun calmly put away the papers and continued to hold a war meeting with everyone.
After the meeting.
Feng Kun took the stack of papers home and pulled out the one belonging to Xia Ling.
Like, this handwriting is too similar... Feng Kun rummaged eagerly in a cabinet at home to find the manuscript left by Xia Ling before his death, and compared the same Chinese characters one by one: Xia, Sheng, Hua, Yan...
Every word is exactly the same!
Hands trembling slightly, he opened a small box on the table. In the small box, there is a screenshot of his signature taken from the Xingyun Song Concert red carpet signature plate. The three characters "Ye Xingling" were cut into three pieces of paper. There are also three pieces of paper copied from Xia Ling's lifetime manuscript. The words "leaf", "star" and "绫" are printed out.
Some time ago, he sent these three characters to three different handwriting appraisers.
The three appraisers came to the conclusion that it was the handwriting of the same person.
Feng Kun's hands shook even more, and he did the same with the 20 song titles he received this time. He found the corresponding characters from Xia Ling's manuscript, divided them into several parts, and sent them to different handwriting appraisers.
Send mail.
His mood could not be calm for a long time. If the handwriting this time is exactly the same, what does it mean?
Could there really be two people in the world who are completely similar, not only speaking and moving, but even handwriting are exactly the same? Or are they originally the same person? Reincarnation...?
However, Xia Ling passed away more than a year ago, and Ye Xingling was already eighteen or nineteen years old.
Feng Kun sat in front of the workbench and looked at the contradictory handwriting for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up and dialed a phone: "Old Chen? I have something to entrust you with. Please help me find a person named Ye Xingling." singer, a year ago... no, two years ago, no matter what manuscripts I wrote, whether they are school assignments, lyrics, or autographs, send them to me, the more the better!”
This is a friend of his who runs a private detective agency, which is perfect for investigating this kind of thing.
Feng Kun was filled with hope and fear in her heart. What should she do if it was really her? What if it wasn't her?
Xia Ling was completely unaware of all this. When writing the song title, she focused all her attention on the song itself, trying not to let Feng Kun see the similarities in preferences between her and her previous life, but ignored the handwriting itself.
Those years when she was favored by Pei Ziheng, she didn't need to use any brains or tricks, and now she is favored by Li Lei, which really confirms what Li Lei said when he took her to the amusement park, it was silly.
How can one outwit Feng Kun, who is known for his meticulous work?
The silly little Xia Ling was meeting with her team to formulate strategies as usual. She had no idea that Master Feng Kun was looking at her more and more strangely.
This day is the "You Click Me to Sing" session of the Xingyun Singing Group Competition.
As the name suggests, one singer designates a song and asks another singer to sing it.
It's Xia Ling's turn to come on stage.
"It's Ye Xingling." Her rival team was discussing countermeasures in low voices, "What song should we assign to her?"
"Of course it's 'that one'," one of them said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you that last time I overheard Feng Kun on the phone and said that Ye Xingling has been practicing **** the songs on the playlist recently? All the songs are more or less certain, but the one I can't sing well is 'that one'!"
“Which song is that?”
“Stupid, “Caged Butterfly”!”
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(End of this chapter)