Chapter 254 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (06)
Tan Cheng stood there for a long time.
Cen Wenxing got into the taxi and looked back. Tan Cheng was still standing there as if he had not recovered.
Tan Cheng opened the door and put his hand on the light switch but lost interest in pressing it.
He didn't want to see an empty, cold house.
No one came up to him with a smile, put their arms around his waist, and said, "Brother, you're back?"
No one popped their head out of the kitchen to ask him what he wanted for dinner.
No one will complain that his mind is full of math while he is doing project calculations.
Sometimes I would deliberately throw a tantrum, cover his documents, hinder his calculations, and look up at him and ask him questions.
"Brother, can you please look at me?"
What did he do then?
He pushed his hand away and said, "You're annoying."
Cen Wenxing was stunned for a moment, then quieted down. When he turned around, he looked a little hurt.
When she went to bed at night, she also turned her back to him, lay there for a while, took the pillow and went to the next room. The next night, she came back with the pillow in her arms.
His eyes were bright in the moonlight, like a lake reflecting the full moon.
"Brother, I miss you."
The more Tan Cheng thought about it, the more he felt that the Cen Wenxing and Gong Yingrui in his memory could not be the same at all.
They are not the same at all.
Gong Yingrui is gentle, smiles lightly and speaks slowly.
Cen Wenxing is gentle, smiles sweetly, and has a cheerful tone in her voice.
Not only that, he is always full of energy, and that energy also reveals a sense of cleverness, like a little fox in the mountains.
"Are you trying to tell me that you don't want me to leave? Are you in love with me?"
Cen Wenxing's words echoed in my mind.
Tan Cheng sat on the ground, looking at the dark room, trapping himself here, just like Cen Wenxing had trapped him with that question.
"Brother Cheng, why are you sitting here?"
Cen Wenxing squatted in front of him.
"Did you damage your brain from doing math problems? Now you need a break? How about this, if you're willing to say, 'You like me, baby,' I'll help you upstairs."
Tan Cheng's fingers moved slightly.
This sentence in his memory was like a huge temptation, enticing Tan Cheng to say it to the Cen Wenxing he had imagined.
"I like you."
Cen Wenxing smiled and disappeared.
Tan Cheng leaned against the wall, muttering.
"But you said you didn't want to."
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"So he found out that he was a stand-in, and then he left. Then you found out that after he left, you actually fell in love with him."
Yun Jing summarized it succinctly.
Finally, he sighed, "I knew this day would come."
"Why?"
"Routine, it's all routine."
"What's the trick?"
Yun Jing sighed again.
From the moment Cen Wenxing appeared next to Tan Cheng, he felt that something was not right, so he looked for a few substitute books to read.
"You know what? In the past, you might have had hope of winning her back, but now it's popular to have a second male lead. You probably don't have a chance."
Tan Cheng was silent.
"Forget it, let's try it out." Yun Jing leaned in front of the camera, "Have you gone to find him?"
"Um."
"What did he say?"
"He said he didn't want me to like him."
"Then what?"
Tan Cheng was silent.
Yunjing understood, and nothing happened next.
"You won't have a wife like this."
"So what should I do?"
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Two days later, Tan Cheng went to the bar again.
When he arrived, Cen Wenxing was using his violin bow to touch the Adam's apple of a male customer who was trying to flirt with him.
When Cen Wenxing heard the bar waiter say that Tan Cheng had arrived, he looked across the crowd at Tan Cheng's face and put down his bow with a lack of interest.
It's quite unexpected.
I made it very clear last time.
This digital brain probably didn't like him enough to come back for a second time.
But now this behavior...
It's a headache.
Cen Wenxing pushed away the person who came up to him, and gave him a look when he walked past Tan Cheng, and he followed him.
When they arrived at the terrace of the bar, Cen Wenxing noticed that Tan Cheng was holding a violin case in his hand.
"What are you doing here again?"
"Come back with me."
"What?"
"You shouldn't be here."
When Tan Cheng thought of the scene he had just seen, he felt a piercing pain in his heart.
Cen Wenxing should be a clean and popular violinist.
Cen Wenxing smiled, thinking that if you hadn't appeared suddenly, the customer who wanted to flirt with him would have paid a high price for his song and a wink.
"Tan Cheng, I was born and raised in a bar. Are you looking down on me by saying this?"
"I'm not, I'm just trying to help you."
"The eight-year-old me might have needed it, but the twenty-two-year-old me no longer needs it."
He is at home in places like this.
He is the only one who can play tricks on others, and no one else can play tricks on him.
Tan Cheng was stunned.
The area around my heart feels empty.
Cen Wenxing's indifference and alienation made him feel unfamiliar.
He didn't know what to do.
Tan Cheng thought: Why can’t Cen Wenxing be a math problem that is easy to understand at a glance?
His face was pale. He looked down at the violin case in his hand, and as if he had just remembered it, he handed it over like offering a treasure.
"When I was in America, I bought you a guitar."
Cen Wenxing looked at the piano and didn't pick it up.
Tan Cheng held the zither stubbornly, "You are not like him, you are different."
Cen Wenxing almost laughed out loud.
If you ask anyone on the street this, will they believe it?
"What do you want to express? To express that you like me? And your liking has nothing to do with this face?"
"Yes."
"Let's not talk about who would believe it. Tan Cheng, you seem to have made a mistake. If you hadn't told me that you liked me, I would have burst into tears of gratitude. If you hadn't explained clearly that you didn't treat me as a substitute, I would have pretended that nothing had happened."
"Can you dare to say that you weren't targeting my face at the beginning?"
Tan Cheng didn't dare.
Cen Wenxing took a deep breath and his eyes turned red.
"Mr. Tan."
The tone was indifferent.
Tan Cheng felt his heart tighten at the unprecedented title.
"I loved you very much and I don't regret it."
"Thank you for letting me live in your big house, thank you for letting me meet Teacher Yu Ni, and thank you for giving me a letter of recommendation that is hard to refuse..."
"But what I want is a pure relationship. I don't want to think about how much of your feelings for me are due to this face and how much are due to me."
"Even if it's all because of me, what you did to me..."
"How do you explain your cold violence and turning a blind eye when your friends were giving me trouble?"
Cen Wenxing questioned him with a trembling voice.
"After all you've done, what gives you the right to say you love me?"
"Don't make excuses saying you don't know how to love. Even the dumbest person can't even care?"
Every word Cen Wenxing said blocked Tan Cheng's path.
He didn't know how to argue.
He held the violin case as if he was holding his own heart.
Cen Wenxing: "You can see that this is a good piano, but I can earn money to buy it by playing the piano myself."
He doesn't want it.
The pain in his heart made it almost impossible for Tan Cheng to breathe.
Cen Wenxing raised his eyes and looked at him.
"I think I've made it very clear. Instead of wasting time talking to me, you might as well do a few more math problems. Maybe you can build your mathematical model sooner. Even if you don't want to, please go away. You've already affected me. According to the original arrangement, I should be performing on stage at this time."