Chapter 256 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (08)

"You're kidding."

Cen Wenxing shook the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"You know I don't."

He put down his wine glass and looked through the crowd to see Tan Cheng.

Four months later, he suddenly appeared.

There was no warning.

I guess they all saw it.

Cen Wenxing seemed calm, but he was actually a little panicked.

The violin competition is coming up soon, and he has inquired that Teacher Yu Ni will be a judge.

He originally thought that Teacher Yu Ni must still feel guilty about what happened back then and might be a little biased towards him.

Even if there is no such thing, it doesn’t matter. At least no one will manipulate it behind the scenes to step him down.

But what if the original incident was exposed at this time?

Yu Ni knew that he deliberately approached Tan Cheng and took the initiative to act as a substitute, using Tan Cheng to get close to her. She would most likely be angry.

By then, his first violin competition would definitely be a failure.

Now is not the time to drop the ball.

Cen Wenxing silently looked away and decided to blame Tan Cheng for the collapse of his own image.

After making up his mind, Cen Wenxing felt upset again.

Why is this person still coming?

He has nothing to do?

If he likes the person he created so much, he can just hire a nanny. Cen Wenxing believes that his feelings can definitely be transferred!

Cen Wenxing pushed aside the Frenchman opposite and walked in front of Tan Cheng.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Tan Cheng looked at Cen Wenxing and felt that he was almost a stranger.

The gentle and soft person is gone.

Cen Wenxing is now like a rose with thorns.

But the vitality remains.

"Visiting France? Want a glass of wine?"

Cen Wenxing looked towards the bar.

"Come to see you."

“…”

Help.

The worst has happened.

"I was working on the mathematical model before, which delayed me a little."

Cen Wenxing knocked on the bar and asked the waiter to bring a glass of relatively mild wine, and pushed it in front of Tan Cheng. Tan Cheng looked at the glass of wine, then raised his eyes to look at Cen Wenxing.

Cen Wenxing asked first: "You came here to tell me that you can't let it go?"

Tan Cheng moved his lips.

Cen Wenxing looked at him and felt that he was quite pitiful.

Dealing with numbers all day, looking like a machine, but talking about feelings.

The question of the century.

Forcing someone to do something against his will.

Cen Wenxing ordered a glass of wine for himself, gently touched Tan Cheng's glass, took a sip, and said, "I'm a little curious, how did you decide that you liked Gong Yingrui?"

Tan Cheng frowned slightly, "It's different."

"What's the difference?"

“He treats me differently, and I treat him differently.”

“…”

Cen Wenxing took a sip of wine silently.

Suddenly I wonder if Tan Cheng really likes Gong Yingrui?

His White Moonlight Plan was only possible thanks to his emotional insensitivity.

Tan Cheng: "I don't want to talk about him."

"So what do you want to talk about?"

Tan Cheng looked at Cen Wenxing quietly.

He has really changed a lot.

It seemed as if he had caused this change all by himself.

Once you are cheated, you start to play tricks on others.

"Star."

"You calling me like that is a bit ambiguous." Cen Wenxing touched the wall of the wine glass and seemed to be distracted. "You can see that I am not the same person I used to be."

He paused.

"The old Cen Wenxing is dead. The current Cen Wenxing is no longer the Cen Wenxing you like. You will get nothing by looking for him."

Cen Wenxing tapped the wine glass lightly, drank the wine in one gulp, and put the glass on the table.

"You've made me like this. Please stay away from me. I don't want to think about the past. I've gotten over it a long time ago, and I hope you can, too."

"I'm sorry, please leave."

Tan Cheng felt as if there was something stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound. He stared at the empty wine glass for a long time, unable to recover.

He thought about it more than once.

If only it could be earlier.

I realized earlier that I fell in love with Cen Wenxing.

If you can't change the beginning, at least you can keep the secret secret, and then slowly change the feelings of everyone around you.

"I just want to see you. It doesn't have to end."

But after we haven’t seen each other for a long time, he didn’t even ask me how I’ve been lately.

He really doesn't care about him at all anymore.

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Tan Cheng left the bar and returned to the hotel.

When Yu Ni saw him, she knew that she hadn't gained anything from this trip.

"I'm here to be a judge this time, so please don't cause any more trouble and spread any bad rumors that will be detrimental to his debut. I arranged a seat for you, but I'm worried that he would be unhappy to see you, so the seat is quite far away."

Tan Cheng said nothing.

Yu Ni glanced at him.

"I never thought in my life that you would like someone. I thought you only had math in your life. With you like this, I really don't know how you are going to catch up with him."

Tan Cheng didn’t know either.

After the incident was exposed, Cen Wenxing was like a curled-up hedgehog, not knowing where to start.

Yu Ni: "Have you ever thought about what you like about him?"

Tan Cheng couldn't answer.

“He’s like an unsolvable math problem.”

“…”

What a rubbish metaphor.

Who would be happy to hear this?

Yu Ni felt that he could not communicate with his nephew, so he simply went to rest.

On the day of the preliminary round, Cen Wenxing was not in Ni's group, but when the information was being integrated after the game, the teachers in Cen Wenxing's group were all praising him.

Many children from musical families play the piano in a stereotyped way, but Cen Wenxing is different. His playing is full of vitality and very different, which is eye-catching.

During the finals, Tan Cheng was sitting in the last row and saw Cen Wenxing on the stage.

No one shines as brightly as him.

No one is as good as him.

Even though Tan Cheng didn't understand music, he could tell that Cen Wenxing's music was different from others.

He seemed unfettered.

His music seems to have a kind of magic that makes people unable to take their eyes away and want to explore it.

At the end of the competition, Cen Wenxing won the second place. Although he was not the champion, he received the loudest cheers from the audience and was also the most watched pianist after the competition.

One of the best orchestras in France extended an olive branch to Cen Wenxing.

Cen Wenxing accepted it immediately.

Although he is not the principal, joining the orchestra is his first step towards becoming the principal.

Many people presented him with flowers.

Tan Cheng could only blend into the crowd and present him with a bunch of flowers.

He originally wanted to offer a rose, but was afraid that the stars would not accept it.

"congratulations."

"Thanks."

Cen Wenxing took it politely, speaking in a distant tone, as if they had never met before.

Tan Cheng is no different from the others here who present him with flowers.

There was a brief interview after the game, in which Cen Wenxing talked about his life experience, saying that he was born in a bar and was often beaten by his mother when he was a child for practicing the piano.

"At first I would run away, but later on I would knock over a lot of the drinks in the bar and I would have to act cute to compensate for it, so I stopped running."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Tan Cheng stood at the outermost edge of the crowd listening to his story, and suddenly wanted to go and take a look at the place where he grew up.

He wanted to solve this math problem.

Tan Cheng boarded the plane back to China and headed straight to the place where Cen Wenxing was born. After wandering around a lot, he finally found the bar that Cen Wenxing mentioned.

He walked in and refused to miss any details of the bar.

He seemed to see a little kid, not even as tall as the chair, running around in the bar, knocking over bottles, and sitting on the floor crying.

Tan Cheng walked around and saw the photos on the wall.

There are a lot of photos.

There are also many children.

But he didn't find Cen Wenxing.

Instead, I saw a woman who looked somewhat similar to Cen Wenxing.

The manager came over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Tan Cheng: "Isn't Xingxing's photo here?"

"Are you a friend of the stars?"

Tan Cheng thought to himself, he probably doesn't consider me a friend anymore.

But out of selfishness, I nodded.

The manager pointed at the photo and said, "This one, don't you recognize it?"

Tan Cheng looked at it carefully.

"Where's his mole?"

"What mole?"

"The mole on the lip?"

"Where is the mole on his mouth? Did you recognize the wrong person?"