Chapter 257 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (09)

Cen Wenxing didn't expect that a month later, Tan Cheng would come again, right in front of the orchestra's gate. He couldn't even pretend he didn't see it.

Tan Cheng's face looked bad, with obvious dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest recently.

Cen Wenxing walked up to Tan Cheng.

Tan Cheng asked: "Do you have time? I want to talk to you."

Cen Wenxing nodded.

If what he said last time wasn't decisive enough, he could make it even more cruel and heartless.

Tan Cheng took Cen Wenxing to a coffee shop and sat at a roadside seat.

After sitting down, Tan Cheng began to regret it.

It's too bright in here.

They should go somewhere darker.

Because what Tan Cheng wanted to say was not glorious.

Cen Wenxing randomly picked a cup of coffee and pushed the menu to Tan Cheng.

Tan Cheng ordered himself a cup of coffee, added two small desserts that Cen Wenxing liked, and handed the menu to the waiter.

Tan Cheng wanted to talk, so Cen Wenxing waited for Tan Cheng to speak and even considerately gave him time to organize his words.

Cen Wenxing kept waiting.

Wait until the coffee is served.

After eating one piece of each cake, Tan Cheng did not say a word.

Cen Wenxing put down the spoon, "What do you want to talk to me about? I think we should have made it clear to each other."

"Xingxing, do you love me?"

Cen Wenxing's hand on the table trembled slightly.

The question was so sudden and direct that Cen Wenxing felt something was wrong.

But he couldn't lie about this.

"No more."

"Did you love it before?"

"Would I do those things for you if I didn't love you? Am I born to love washing clothes and cooking? Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Tan Cheng looked at him steadily.

The sight made Cen Wenxing feel a little at a loss.

Tan Cheng withdrew his gaze and took a sip of coffee.

"I was wondering, why can I give up something so easily when I like it so much?"

“…”

Cen Wenxing picked up the spoon again and poked another piece of cake.

It turns out that he has some brains.

"The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. Haven't you heard that? As much as I like you, it hurts me when I find out that you just treat me as a substitute."

As soon as he finished speaking, a photo was pushed in front of Cen Wenxing.

It was a photo of him when he was young, the one in the bar.

Cen Wenxing's mind went blank.

The second one follows right after.

When he was in school, he was reported by the school for fighting and had a wound on his eyebrow bone.

“…”

Then came the third, and the fourth.

It was a photo of him in the bar before he met Tan Cheng.

What he said just now, "I don't love you anymore" and "The deeper I love you, the deeper I hate you" became a slap in Cen Wenxing's face.

Cen Wenxing put down the spoon and looked at Tan Cheng with displeasure.

"So you're here to accuse me. Just tell me straight. I'm not going to deny it."

Tan Cheng's voice trembled, "Why?"

"For the violin."

"Then you can just say it directly. There is no need to date me."

Cen Wenxing kicked the ball over easily, "Speak reasonably, who wants to sleep with me?"

Tan Cheng was speechless.

Cen Wenxing took a sip of coffee.

"What? Do you feel wronged? I feel wronged too. Not only do I have to be your substitute, but I also have to endure your cold violence, wash your clothes and cook for you, and I still don't get a good look from you."

"So in this whole matter, no matter from which angle you look at it, it's quite fair. We both want it and get what we want."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Tan Cheng couldn't help but change his expression when he heard this.

What you like, what you love.

It's all false.

It turns out that loving someone can really be acted out.

Tan Cheng felt that Cen Wenxing in front of him was very unfamiliar.

He acted so well that it was hard for him to tell which one was the real him and which one was the fake him.

Cen Wenxing: "Now that you know the truth, you should also understand that the me you like in your heart is actually an act. The Cen Wenxing you like never existed from the beginning."

The truth is so cruel that it breaks one's heart.

Tan Cheng clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Are you going to take revenge on me?"

Cen Wenxing asked bluntly.

Tan Cheng looked at him.

The moment he knew the truth, anger consumed him, and he really thought about it.

I want to catch him at all costs and ask him why he did this? I want to lock him up and make him regret it! Make him responsible for this!

"I know you got into the band."

"so?"

"If my aunt says a word, they can kick you out of the band."

Not only the orchestra, but even the entire violin world.

It may not be easy to cultivate a genius, but it is too easy to destroy a genius.

Cen Wenxing's face darkened.

He never thought Tan Cheng would say such a thing.

He implemented this plan at the beginning because he felt that based on Tan Cheng's personality, he would not do things like forced love or putting someone in a small dark room.

When the truth came to light, he was just angry for a while.

Unexpectedly...

"What do you want to do? You want me to come back to you?"

The words "cheap or not" were on the tip of his tongue, but when he thought of Tan Cheng's aunt, Cen Wenxing swallowed them back.

"I can act, but are you willing to eat this bowl of half-cooked rice?"

Tan Cheng seemed stunned, and seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.

After a moment, he stood up with the help of the table. His body swayed violently for a moment before he steadied himself and turned to leave.

Lonely and embarrassed.

Cen Wenxing was silent for a moment, picked up the spoon again, scooped a little cake and put it into his mouth.

The cake that I tasted delicious just now actually tasted a little bitter on my tongue.

He put the spoon down and sighed.

Human nature cannot be destroyed and morality cannot be lost.

He felt a little guilty towards Tan Cheng.

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Cen Wenxing was rehearsing with the orchestra when he suddenly received a phone call from an unknown number.

The other party spoke in fluent French. Cen Wenxing's French was not that good, so he asked the other party to repeat it three times before he realized that Tan Cheng was drunk in the bar.

I called him because I wanted him to come over and rescue the person.

In a foreign country, Cen Wenxing couldn't let anything happen to him in the bar.

Cen Wenxing said something to the orchestra and rushed over.

Fortunately, he arrived, otherwise Tan Cheng would have been pressed against the wall and forcefully kissed by a passionate French girl.

Tan Cheng was drunk, but he still seemed to recognize him, and looked at him with a bit of aggrieved look.

As if accusing him of why he came here.

"It's good that I can come. You just make trouble for me."

Cen Wenxing carried him out, took him to a hotel, booked a room, threw him on the bed, turned around to leave, but his wrist was grabbed.

"Yu Ni is still my aunt."

Cen Wenxing paused.

"She is still my aunt. I can ask her to teach you and take care of you. Is this enough to make you love me again?"

Cen Wenxing sighed and turned around.

"Tan Cheng, I'm not a good person."

Tan Cheng looked at him steadily, "I'm sorry, I wasn't nice to you before. If I were nicer to you, would you..."

"I won't. I'm serious about this. I don't want to think about how your feelings for me are partly because of me and partly because of this face."

Tan Cheng looked like he was about to cry.

He is handsome and his vulnerable look is very touching.

But it couldn't impress Cen Wenxing.

He has been hanging around in bars for too long and can tell the difference between temporary feelings and real reluctance and excitement.

He slowly pushed his hand away.

"Tan Cheng, don't come again. Don't be sad because of me anymore. It's not worth it."

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The second chapter will be given around noon.

Xiaobao and Zhou Chong will make a guest appearance.