The middle-aged man sat down stupidly, and Han Shuyan looked at Meng Feibai with a flushed face.

Well done!

Meng Feibai received Han Shuyan's appreciative gaze, nodded to her vaguely, and suddenly looked at the back of the group of reporters.

There, the female reporter who was held by herself just now was looking at her with burning eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, nodded slightly in the direction of Liang Xinyi, and then said with a smile:

"And one last question."

After hearing Meng Feibai's words, most of the reporters looked at each other silently. Judging from Meng Feibai's performance just now, they are destined to be unable to ask any big news today, and other media that are good friends with Guohua Entertainment have already begun to plan how to write Meng Feibai's beautiful Q&A into their newsletters.

Suddenly, the office became quiet.

This made Liang Xinyi, who had already done a good job in vain, excited, and after seeing Meng Feibai patrolling around with a smile on her face, her face turned red and she raised her hand decisively.

Oh?

Meng Feibai noticed the outstanding Liang Xinyi, smiled and nodded at her.

So a staff member handed the microphone to Liang Xinyi.

"Hello Meng Feibai, I'm a reporter from Banana Entertainment."

Liang Xinyi forcibly controlled her slightly trembling hands and said in a steady voice as much as possible.

Then, she suddenly froze.

She did prepare a lot of questions before she came, but at this time, she couldn't remember any of them because of the excitement of her mood.

Facing the silent crowd and the little idol who was staring at her, Liang Xinyi heard her heartbeat begin to accelerate uncontrollably.

"Uh, that..."

Her eyes couldn't help but wander around, and she blurted out in a hurry:

"Excuse me, you won't disappear again after this press conference, will you?"

Journalists: "......"

Staff: "......"

Meng Feibai: "??? ”

Feeling that the atmosphere around her was gradually becoming awkward, Liang Xinyi couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

It's so embarrassing, I finally got the opportunity to ask such an unlucky question?

Just when she wanted to cry without tears, Meng Feibai's voice sounded.

"First of all, thank you for your interest in me."

Meng Feibai looked at Liang Xinyi, whose face was flushed, and couldn't help but feel a sense of nonsense in his heart.

This girl, I'm afraid she's not my fan, right?

"But I want people to pay more attention to my work than to their personal attention, thank you."

In the face of Meng Feibai's rightful answer, the reporters felt bored again, and Liang Xinyi hid her petite body in the surrounding crowd like an ostrich after saying thank you.

"Okay, this is the end of this press conference, thank you for your support, now please leave in an orderly manner..."

Han Shuyan walked to Meng Feibai's side with a smile on his face, and after casting an appreciative look at him again, he blended into several media that were good friends with Guohua Entertainment.

Meng Feibai, on the other hand, still maintained a polite smile and watched the reporters leave slowly.

......

At nine o'clock in the evening, Meng Feibai, who had been busy all day, finally got off work, and after politely declining Han Shuyan's proposal to have dinner together, he left Guohua Building alone.

Have dinner together? No kidding, I don't want to be caught doing coolies again.

On the street at the beginning of the lanterns, Meng Feibai complained about Han Shuyan in his heart while walking towards the apartment he rented.

What he didn't know was that not far behind him, a sneaky figure was secretly following him with a camera behind his back.

This person is Liang Xinyi, who was injured first before leaving the school today, and then wasted a chance to ask a question in vain.

After the press conference in the morning, when she returned to the company, she was unexpectedly criticized by the leader, and she was aggrieved and unwilling to eat her angry lunch, and after hastily finishing today's work, she ran to Guohua downstairs to squat, trying to take pictures of Meng Feibai's daily life, maybe she can find some news that allows her to save face.

What she didn't expect was that she would wait until night.

Looking at Meng Feibai, who was walking on the road not far in front of him without an artist's demeanor, Liang Xinyi felt tired and proud.

My cub is approachable, and sure enough, only people who are close to life can write works that go into people's hearts.

So although she was tired and hungry, her desire to spy on the daily life of her idol still drove her to follow Meng Feibai with all her attention.

Meng Feibai took a lazy step to first go to a roadside stall that he used to go to with Jia Junjie to eat, and then suddenly remembered the bits and pieces of life with Jia Junjie, so he turned into a dark alley and walked towards the dilapidated apartment where the two had rented.

"Before I knew it, a year was almost gone..."

Meng Feibai squinted his eyes and breathed in the unpleasant but extremely familiar breath in the alley, and his thoughts gradually drifted back to a year ago.

At that time, he and Jia Junjie had just left the orphanage, Jia Junjie was looking for a job as an apprentice bartender in a bar, while he was singing in several noisy or quiet bars.

At the same time, although they live in a dilapidated apartment and have to face the ugly faces of all kinds of drunken guests with a smile every day, they still have great confidence and expectation for the future.

Meng Feibai had already understood the withering status of the world music scene at that time, and was confidently preparing to do a big job.

And Jia Junjie, although he has no special talents, but he is a natural optimist, a representative of drinking and drunkenness today, in his mind, he thinks that as long as there is a sister and Meng Feibai, this is a perfect life.

Then the night two months later, the two people's supposed good lives were forcibly cut in half.

"Ugh..."

Meng Feibai stopped and found that he had unconsciously walked into the alley where Jia Junjie was killed a year ago.

He stopped, looked up at the moon in the sky with half-squinted eyes, and couldn't help muttering:

"At that time, the moon was so big, so big... Ugly. ”

Meng Feibai was in a good mood, but he unconsciously became depressed.

Suddenly, he heard an abrupt exclamation not far away.

Suddenly, his body was as straight as a conditioned reflex, he turned around instantly, and then quickly ran in the direction where the voice came from.

"It's better not to be infected, or I'll make you regret that you didn't look at the yellow calendar when you went out today."

In the dark night, Meng Feibai muttered in a cold and low voice while distinguishing the direction from which the voice came from.

Finally, after turning a street corner, a figure carrying a woman appeared in Meng Feibai's field of vision.

Smiling, Meng Feibai's face gradually floated, he gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, his toes touched the ground, and his body rose into the air like a big bird, his toes tapped the edge of the balcony extending from the buildings on both sides, and appeared at the end of the alley in a few steps, turning around and looking coldly at the figure that gradually appeared in his sight under the moonlight.

"The familiar moonlight, the familiar alleys, the familiar smell of blood, the difference is that today's hunter is me."

Meng Feibai muttered softly with a cold expression, waved his left hand, and held the long sword entwined by transparent filaments horizontally, and instantly rushed into the alley.