Chapter 252 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (04)
Tan Cheng called to tell him to rest well and not to go to class until he was well.
Seriously, meddling in other people's business.
Cen Wenxing hung up the phone and looked at Shan Qingshan.
"Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"You're welcome."
"Let me take you down."
"No need, just rest well while you're sick."
"It's okay, I'm just going to buy some food."
Cen Wenxing took his phone and saw Shan Qingshan downstairs.
He hadn't gone far from the building entrance when someone suddenly rushed out and slapped Cen Wenxing across the face.
This stunned Cen Wenxing.
I've been acting weak and frail lately, and my body can't keep up.
He stumbled and fell into Shan Qingshan's arms.
He gasped when he saw the person who hit him.
That folk dance.
They actually came to our door?
Shan Qingshan: "If you make another move, I'll call the police!"
The ethnic dance performer was filled with righteous indignation, "Fine! Go ahead and report it! Let the police see this vixen! Coming from a small town, she dares to seduce Tan Cheng. You should first consider your own abilities. Selling yourself to get ahead, have you no shame!"
Cen Wenxing: "I'm not."
"You dare say you're not!"
The ethnic dance was so fierce and menacing that it seemed like it was about to attack someone, but Shan Qingshan pushed it away.
"Do you know the truth? And you're still helping him?"
Cen Wenxing:? ? ? ? ? ?
etc!
Wait a minute!
He wouldn't want to say it now, would he?
Tan Cheng is not here again.
He's not even in the country!
Of course, this kind of thing should be exposed in front of Tan Cheng to catch him off guard and maximize his guilt.
That makes sense!
If we expose them now, we'll end up arguing through our phones!
Shan Qingshan: "Senior Tan asked me to come."
After the ethnic dance ended, she looked at Cen Wenxing with an arrogant air.
“Cen Wenxing, do you know? When Tan Cheng was eighteen, he had a first love who looked a lot like you.”
"..."
She said it so sweetly and clearly.
"Idiot, have you never thought about it? You just met him on the street, why would someone like Tan Cheng help you? It's because he's similar! If you don't believe me..." The ethnic dancer held up his evidence.
A memory card.
Kari is a photo of Tan Cheng and Gong Yingrui.
Cen Wenxing knew all of this.
Cen Wenxing has read it.
Some of them were even posted online by Cen Wenxing.
"It's all in here."
The folk dance performance hit Cen Wenxing with a card.
Cen Wenxing could only bend down and pick it up, watching the silly ethnic dance that had disrupted his plans smugly walk away.
...
Why did he choose this guy to expose the truth in the first place?
Jing will give him a difficult problem.
Dan Qingshan asked from beside him, "Are you alright?"
Not good.
"fine."
Cen Wenxing sighed inwardly.
"I... I won't buy anything. I'll just leave you here. I'm going upstairs now."
Shan Qingshan looked at Cen Wenxing, thought for a moment, and then told him about the ethnic dance.
Cen Wenxing had just returned to his room, intending to move out without a word, to make a scene of utter despair and disappear without a trace.
They didn't even go into the bedroom.
Tan Cheng called.
"Did that person hit you?"
"..."
Dan, Qing, Shan.
"Um."
"Let's go take a look."
"Um."
Tan Cheng noticed something was wrong with him. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"What do you think? Why don't you let me slap you and see if it hurts!"
I'm already annoyed, and then you ask such a stupid question!
Tan Cheng was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.
Cen Wenxing rarely loses his temper like this.
"I will handle it."
There was a long silence on the phone.
This silence made Tan Cheng uncomfortable.
He took the initiative to say, "You're sick, take a good rest."
"Brother Cheng...do you love me?"
Tan Cheng was startled, and a strange pain shot through his chest.
Cen Wenxing asked the question, but didn't want his answer. Instead, she continued, "I love you so much."
Tan Cheng frowned slightly.
Something just doesn't feel right.
A sense of panic gripped his silent heart.
Go to bed early.
Cen Wenxing hung up the phone, cursed into the phone, packed his things, and then called a cleaning service to thoroughly clean the house inside and out, leaving no trace of his life there.
But the printed photos remained on the memory card.
It's placed on the coffee table.
He was also given the memory card.
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Tan Cheng felt uneasy.
That phrase, "I love you so much," sounded so strange.
Not sweet.
pain.
He even had the idea of going back to take a look.
But then he thought of how well-behaved Cen Wenxing usually was, so he gave up on the idea.
He bought that expensive, beautiful violin.
Before boarding the plane back to China, I received a message from my aunt.
Is Xingxing still sick? He hasn't practiced the piano in a long time.
He messaged him to ask.
The message was sent, but all I got was a red exclamation mark.
Tan Cheng stood at the bustling airport. The boarding announcement had been made three times, but he hadn't heard it and almost missed his flight back home.
On the plane, for the first time, he didn't think about math.
He wondered why there was an exclamation mark on his chat page with Cen Wenxing.
As soon as the plane landed, Tan Cheng kept calling Cen Wenxing, but all his calls went unanswered.
He wanted to contact Cen Wenxing's friends.
But I can't remember any of them.
When he was with Cen Wenxing, it was always Cen Wenxing who was chattering away.
Tan Cheng knew nothing about what Cen Wenxing didn't say.
He didn't know the exact location of Cen Wenxing's school.
He didn't know what friends Cen Wenxing had.
He didn't know what else he could do besides making phone calls over and over again.
Tan Cheng rushed home and pushed open the door.
The room was clean, tidy, and eerily cold.
Even though it was his own house, he didn't want to go inside at that moment.
Cute decorative items for storing keys in the entryway...
"Brother Cheng, this key tray you're using is so old-fashioned. Change it, get a cute little plush toy like me."
That's all.
Soft and cute plush toys on the sofa...
"Brother, why are you sitting so upright on the sofa? Aren't you tired? Here's a plush toy for you to lean on, is it comfortable? If not, I'll lie down behind you and let you lean on it, okay?"
That's all.
A pink apron on the kitchen wall...
"Ta-da! Isn't it cute? I spent so long choosing this, a real man should wear pink!"
That's all.
Clothes fluttering on the balcony...
"My clothes smell the same as Cheng-ge's!"
That's all.
That alone is enough to prove that the person is not here.
This place doesn't feel like home.
It's just a house.
This place was like this even before Cen Wenxing moved in.
It's always been like this.
It's just restoring things to their original state.
He found it unbearable.
Three words flashed through Tan Cheng's mind: throwing a tantrum.
Even the cutest and most docile kitten can throw a tantrum.
It's not his fault.
A little coaxing will make it fine.
Just like the last gathering...
Tan Cheng's perpetually unchanging face cracked, revealing a hint of panic.
He quickly typed a line on the phone screen.
I bought you a violin.
exclamation mark.
My aunt has seen it; it's a very good violin.
exclamation mark.
Tan Cheng gripped his phone tightly and dialed the number again.
Power off.
Power off.
Power off.
until……
He saw the things on the coffee table.
It's a photo of him and Gong Yingrui.
That phrase, "I love you so much," became the guillotine that sentenced him to death.
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Please enjoy Cen Wenxing's acting showcase tomorrow.
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