Chapter 254 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (06)
Tan Cheng stood there for a long time.
Cen Wenxing got into the taxi and glanced back. Tan Cheng was still standing there, as if he hadn't recovered yet.
Tan Cheng pushed open the door, put his hand on the light switch but lost interest in pressing it.
He didn't want to see the empty, cold house.
No one greeted him with a smile, put their arm around his waist, and said, "Brother, you're back?"
No one peeked out from the kitchen to ask him what he wanted to eat for dinner.
No one will complain anymore that he's obsessed with math when he's doing project calculations.
Sometimes I would deliberately throw a little tantrum, cover his documents, hinder his calculations, and ask him questions with my head tilted up.
"Brother, look at me, am I alright?"
What did he do back then?
He pushed his hand away and said, "You're annoying."
Cen Wenxing paused for a moment, then fell silent. His back looked somewhat hurt as he turned away.
When I went to sleep that night, I lay with my back to him for a while, then took my pillow and went to the guest room next door. The next night, I came back with the pillow by myself.
His eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, like a pool 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 compared at all.
They are completely different.
Gong Yingrui was gentle, with a faint smile, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
Cen Wenxing is gentle, has a sweet smile, and her voice is full of cheerful tones.
Moreover, he was always full of energy, and that energy also revealed a cleverness, like a little fox in the mountains.
Are you trying to tell me you don't want me to leave? That you've fallen for me?
Cen Wenxing's words echoed in his mind.
Tan Cheng sat on the ground, looking at the dark room, feeling trapped here, just as Cen Wenxing had trapped him with that question.
"Brother Cheng, why are you sitting here?"
Cen Wenxing squatted down in front of him.
"Did you do some math problems and mess up your brain? Do you need to rest now? How about this, if you're willing to say you like me, I'll help you upstairs."
Tan Cheng's fingers twitched slightly.
The 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 to himself.
"But you said you didn't want to."
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"So he discovered he was a substitute, then he left, and then you realized 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?"
"It's all a routine, a routine."
"What kind of tactic?"
Yun Jing sighed again.
From the moment Cen Wenxing appeared beside Tan Cheng, he sensed something was wrong and looked up a few novels about body doubles.
"You know what? In the past, you might have had a chance to win her back, but now it's all about the second male lead taking the lead, so you probably have no chance."
Tan Cheng remained silent.
"Forget it, let's try anything, even if it's a long shot." Yun Jing leaned closer to the camera. "Did you go look for him?"
"Um."
"What did he say?"
He said he didn't want me to like him.
"Then what?"
Tan Cheng remained silent.
Yun Jing understood, and that was the end of it.
"You'll never get a wife if you keep going like this."
"Then 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 tap the Adam's apple of a male customer who wanted to flirt with him.
Upon hearing the bartender announce that Tan Cheng had arrived, Cen Wenxing looked past the crowd and landed on Tan Cheng's face, then listlessly put down his violin bow.
That was quite unexpected.
I made myself very clear last time.
This digital brain probably didn't like him enough to seek him out a second time.
But this kind of behavior now...
It's a headache.
Cen Wenxing pushed away the person who approached him, gave Tan Cheng a look as he walked past, and Tan Cheng followed.
Upon reaching the bar's terrace, Cen Wenxing noticed that Tan Cheng was carrying a violin case.
What are you doing here again?
"Come back with me."
What are you doing?
"You shouldn't be here."
Tan Cheng felt a piercing pain as he recalled the scene he had just witnessed.
Cen Wenxing should be a clean-cut, popular violinist.
Cen Wenxing smiled, thinking to himself that if you hadn't suddenly appeared, that customer who wanted to flirt with him would have paid a high price for a song and a flirtatious glance.
"Tan Cheng, I was born and raised in bars. Are you looking down on me by saying such things?"
"No, I just wanted to help you."
"I might have needed it at eight years old, but I don't need it anymore at twenty-two."
He was very comfortable in this kind of place.
He's the one who tricks others, not the other way around.
Tan Cheng was stunned.
My chest felt empty.
Cen Wenxing's indifference and aloofness made him feel like a stranger.
He didn't know what to do.
Tan Cheng thought: Why can't Cen Wenxing be a math problem that is obvious 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 a precious treasure.
“I bought you a piano when I was in America.”
Cen Wenxing looked at the zither but did not take it.
Tan Cheng stubbornly held up his zither, saying, "You're not like him, you're different."
Cen Wenxing almost burst out laughing.
Would anyone believe that if you just grabbed someone off the street and asked them?
"What are you trying to say? That you like me? And that your liking has nothing to do with this face?"
"Yes."
"Putting aside who would believe it, Tan Cheng, you seem to have misunderstood something. Just because you tell me you've fallen for me doesn't mean I'll be moved to tears. Just because you explain that you're not using me as a substitute doesn't mean I'll pretend nothing happened."
"Do you dare say that in the beginning, you weren't after my face?"
Tan Cheng dared not.
Cen Wenxing took a deep breath, his eyes reddening.
"Mr. Tan."
His tone was indifferent.
The unprecedented address made Tan Cheng's heart tighten.
"I loved you very much, and I don't regret it."
"Thank you for letting me stay in your big house, thank you for introducing me to Teacher Yu Ni, and thank you for the recommendation letter that I found 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 come from this face and how much from me."
"Even if it's all because of me, what you did to me..."
"How do you explain your passive-aggressive behavior, and your indifference when your friends were making things difficult for me?"
Cen Wenxing's voice trembled as he questioned him.
"After doing all this, what makes you think you love me?"
"Don't make excuses that you don't know how to love. Even the most foolish person can't even care."
Cen Wenxing's every word completely blocked Tan Cheng's path.
He didn't know how to argue.
He held the violin case as if it were his own heart.
Cen Wenxing: "It's obvious that this is a good violin, but I can earn money by playing the violin myself to buy it."
He doesn't want it.
The pain in his chest made it almost impossible for Tan Cheng to breathe.
Cen Wenxing looked up at him.
"I think I've made myself clear. Instead of wasting your time talking nonsense with me, you should do a couple more math problems. Maybe you can build your mathematical model sooner. Even if you don't want to, please leave. You're already affecting me. According to the original plan, I should be performing on stage at this time."
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