The Wind God’s fan meeting in Hong Kong was celebrating its first anniversary. The band was going to Hong Kong to meet their fans.
Ye Feng didn’t want to go with Ya Ye; fans could be crazy. She also wanted to take this opportunity to explore Tokyo leisurely.
At the underground street in Shibuya. Ye Feng, holding a jade rice ball, excitedly hopped from one small eatery to another.
In the flower market of Namba Street. Feng touched the nose of the “Lucky Pig” statue among the flowers, hoping Ya Ye would live a peaceful life.
“Sister, Sister Feng.” In Japan, she actually ran into someone she knew!
She looked up to search, and standing in front of her was a tall man. “You are—Wu Wen! Long time no see, didn’t your family move to the US?”
Wu Wen, Ye Feng’s childhood playmate. “I accompanied my mom to Japan for a facelift. She said Japan’s cosmetic surgery is world-class.”
“Your relationship with your family seems to have improved.” The rebellious youth of that year was now nowhere to be seen.
“I’ve forgiven their past neglect. Now I’m studying business management at Stanford,” he smiled, “When I was young, I always thought I was the most aggrieved, but in fact, they were first-time parents.”
“That you can think like this shows you’ve really matured,” she admired.
“We were all bad kids back then, but everyone liked Sister Feng. Although you could be fierce and sharp-tongued at times, you had the best and kindest heart. You genuinely cared for us, listened to our troubles, and I owe my acceptance of my family to Sister Feng’s efforts.”
They walked and talked. Passing by a music store, a poster of Wind God’s promotional photo was displayed in the window.
Wu Wen stopped in his tracks, looking at Feng. “Three years ago, I went to the US, and only recently did I learn about a band with a lead singer named Feng Jian Ya Ye, whose popularity is soaring.” He continued, shifting his gaze to the promotional poster of Feng Jian Ya Ye, “Given our years of acquaintance and seeing so few men with such perfect features, I recognized him.”
“He indeed is Wu Feng,” Feng laughed, her laughter radiant. “I never actually connected the two of them.”
