Chapter 257 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (09)
Cen Wenxing didn't expect that Tan Cheng would come again after a month. He was right at the entrance of the orchestra, and he couldn't pretend he didn't see him.
Tan Cheng looked unwell, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes. It was obvious he hadn't been getting enough rest lately.
Cen Wenxing walked up to Tan Cheng.
Tan Cheng asked, "Do you have time? I'd like to talk to you."
Cen Wenxing nodded.
If what he said last time wasn't decisive enough, he could have made it even more ruthless and heartless.
Tan Cheng took Cen Wenxing to a coffee shop and sat her down at a roadside table.
After sitting down, Tan Cheng began to regret it.
It's too bright here.
They should go to a darker place.
Because what Tan Cheng wanted to say was not honorable.
Cen Wenxing randomly picked out a coffee and then pushed the menu to Tan Cheng.
Tan Cheng ordered himself a coffee, then 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 him to speak and even thoughtfully gave him time to organize his thoughts.
Cen Wenxing waited.
Wait until the coffee is served.
Tan Cheng had eaten one of the two small cakes, but he still hadn't said anything.
Cen Wenxing put down his spoon. "What did you want to say to me? I think we've made things very clear between us."
"Star, do you love me?"
Cen Wenxing's hand, which was resting on the table, trembled slightly.
The question came so abruptly and bluntly that Cen Wenxing instinctively felt something was amiss.
But he couldn't lie about this.
"I don't love you anymore."
"Did you love it a lot before?"
"If I didn't love you, would I do those things for you? Am I naturally inclined to do laundry and cook? Why are you suddenly asking this?"
Tan Cheng stared at him intently.
The gaze made Cen Wenxing feel somewhat uneasy.
Tan Cheng looked away and took a sip of coffee.
"I'm wondering, why can someone who likes something so much give it up so easily?"
"..."
Cen Wenxing picked up the spoon again and poked at another small cake.
Turns out, he does have some brains.
"The deeper the love, the deeper the hate, haven't you heard of that? The more I liked you, the more heartbroken I was when I found out you were just using me as a substitute."
As soon as he finished speaking, a photograph was pushed in front of Cen Wenxing.
It's a photo of him when he was young, the one in the bar.
Cen Wenxing's mind went blank.
Then came the second one.
This is from when he was in school. He was reported to the school for fighting, and he still has an injury on his eyebrow.
"..."
Then came the third and the fourth.
This is a photo of him at a bar before he met Tan Cheng.
All those words, like "I don't love you anymore" and "the deeper the love, the deeper the hate," were just slaps in the face to Cen Wenxing himself.
Cen Wenxing put down his spoon, looked directly at Tan Cheng, and was displeased.
"So you're here to interrogate me. Just say it. I don't intend to deny it."
Tan Cheng's voice trembled, "Why?"
"For the violin."
"Then you can just say it directly, there's no need for you to associate with me."
Cen Wenxing easily passed the buck, "You be reasonable, who wanted to sleep with me?"
Tan Cheng was speechless.
Cen Wenxing took a sip of coffee.
"What? You feel wronged? I feel wronged too. Not only do I have to be your substitute, but I also have to endure your emotional abuse, do your laundry and cook for you, and I don't even get a kind word from you."
"So in this whole matter, no matter which angle you look at it from, it's quite fair. It's a mutual agreement where everyone gets what they need."
Even though he was mentally prepared, Tan Cheng still couldn't help but change his expression upon hearing this.
What you like, what you love.
It's all pretense.
It turns out that loving someone can really be acted out.
Tan Cheng felt that Cen Wenxing in front of him was a complete stranger.
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 is actually an act. The Cen Wenxing you like never existed in the first place."
The truth is so cruel it breaks your heart.
Tan Cheng clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Are you going to get revenge on me?
Cen Wenxing asked bluntly.
Tan Cheng looked at him.
The moment he learned the truth, anger consumed him; he really did think about it.
I want to arrest him at all costs and question him about why he did this. I want to lock him up and make him regret it! Make him take responsibility for it!
“I know you’ve joined the orchestra.”
"so?"
“They can kick you out of the band with just one word from my aunt.”
Not just the orchestra, but the entire violin world.
It may be difficult to cultivate a genius, but it is all too easy to destroy one.
Cen Wenxing's face darkened.
He never expected Tan Cheng to say such a thing.
He implemented this plan because he felt that, given Tan Cheng's personality, he wouldn't do anything like forced love or using a dark room.
When the truth came out, he got angry in a fit of rage.
Unexpectedly...
What do you want? To come back to you?
The words "How shameless!" were on the tip of Cen Wenxing's tongue, but he swallowed them back when he thought of Tan Cheng's aunt.
"I can act. Are you willing to eat this half-cooked rice?"
Tan Cheng seemed stunned, or perhaps he was weighing the pros and cons.
A moment later, he stood up, supporting himself on the table. He swayed violently before regaining his balance and turning to leave.
Dejected and disheveled.
Cen Wenxing paused for a moment, then picked up the spoon again, scooped out a little cake, and put it in his mouth.
The cake that I just thought was delicious now has a slightly bitter taste on my tongue.
He put down his spoon and sighed.
Humanity has not been extinguished, and morality has not been lost.
He felt a little guilty towards Tan Cheng.
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Cen Wenxing was practicing with the orchestra when he suddenly received a call from an unknown number.
The other person spoke fluent French. Cen Wenxing's French wasn't that good, so he asked the other person to repeat it three times before he realized that Tan Cheng had gotten drunk at the bar.
I called him because I wanted him to come and bail me out.
In a foreign land, Cen Wenxing couldn't let anything happen to him in a bar.
Cen Wenxing told the orchestra and rushed over.
Fortunately, he arrived, otherwise Tan Cheng would have been pinned against the wall and forcibly kissed by a passionate French girl.
Tan Cheng was drunk, but he still seemed to recognize him, and his gaze towards him was somewhat aggrieved.
It was as if she was accusing him of taking so long to come.
"I'm already grateful I even came; all you do is cause me trouble."
Cen Wenxing helped him walk out, took him to a hotel, booked a room, threw him on the bed, and turned to leave, but his wrist was grabbed.
"Yu Ni is still my aunt."
Cen Wenxing stopped in his tracks.
"She's still my aunt, I can still have her teach you, guide you, isn't that enough for you to love me again?"
Cen Wenxing sighed and turned around.
"Tan Cheng, I am not a good person."
Tan Cheng stared at him intently. "I'm sorry, I wasn't good to you before. If I were better to you, would you..."
"I won't. There's something I'm serious about: I don't want to think about how much of your feelings for me are because of me, and how much are because of this face."
Tan Cheng looked like he was about to cry.
He was handsome, and his vulnerable appearance was very touching.
But it didn't move Cen Wenxing.
Having spent so much time in bars, he could distinguish between fleeting feelings and genuine reluctance and excitement.
He slowly pried 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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I'll give you the second chapter around noon.
Xiao Bao and Zhou Chong will make a cameo appearance.
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