Chapter 256 Extra: Tan Cheng x Cen Wenxing (08)
"You're joking."
Cen Wenxing swirled his wine glass and downed it in one gulp.
"You know I didn't."
He put down his wine glass and looked through the crowd to see Tan Cheng.
Four months later, he suddenly reappeared.
Without any warning.
I guess they all saw it.
Cen Wenxing appeared calm, but was actually a little flustered.
The violin competition is coming up soon, and he has found out that Ms. Yu Ni is one of the judges.
He originally thought that Teacher Yu Ni must still feel guilty about what happened back then, and might be slightly biased towards him.
Even if there isn't one, it's okay. At least no one will pull any strings behind the scenes to bring him down.
But what if the truth from back then were revealed at this time?
Yu Ni knew that he deliberately approached Tan Cheng, volunteered to be a substitute, and used Tan Cheng to get close to her, so she would most likely be angry.
His first violin competition will definitely be a disaster.
Now is not the time to expose your true colors.
Cen Wenxing silently looked away, deciding to blame Tan Cheng for the collapse of his public image.
After making up his mind, Cen Wenxing felt annoyed again.
Why is this person still coming?
Does he have nothing to do?
If he liked that created persona so much, he could easily hire a nanny. Cen Wenxing believed that his feelings could definitely be transferred!
Cen Wenxing pushed aside the Frenchman opposite him and walked up to Tan Cheng.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Tan Cheng looked at Cen Wenxing and felt that he was almost a stranger.
That gentle and kind person is gone.
Cen Wenxing is now like a rose with thorns.
But its vitality remains.
"Traveling to France? Would you like a drink?"
Cen Wenxing looked at the bar.
"I've come to find you."
"..."
Help.
The worst has happened.
"I was working on a mathematical model before, which took up a little time."
Cen Wenxing tapped on the bar, signaling the waiter to bring a moderately mild drink, which was then placed in front of Tan Cheng. Tan Cheng looked at the drink, then glanced up at Cen Wenxing.
Cen Wenxing spoke first: "You came here to tell me that you can't let go?"
Tan Cheng moved his lips.
Cen Wenxing looked at him and felt that he was quite pitiful.
They deal with numbers all day long, looking like human machines, yet they want to talk about emotions.
A century-old problem.
To force someone to do something they cannot do.
Cen Wenxing ordered himself a drink, gently clinked his glass against Tan Cheng's, took a sip, and said, "I'm a little curious, how did you decide you liked Gong Yingrui in the first place?"
Tan Cheng frowned slightly. "It's different."
"What's different?"
“He treats me differently, and I treat him differently too.”
"..."
Cen Wenxing silently took a sip of wine.
Suddenly I wonder if Tan Cheng really likes Gong Yingrui?
His plan to pursue his "white moonlight" was made possible thanks to his emotional obtuseness.
Tan Cheng: "I don't want to talk about him."
"So what would you like to talk about?"
Tan Cheng quietly looked at Cen Wenxing.
He has really changed a lot.
This change seems almost entirely his doing.
After being scammed once, he started living a carefree life.
"Star."
"The way you call me is a bit ambiguous." Cen Wenxing touched the inside of his wine glass, seemingly lost in thought. "You can see for yourself, I'm not the same person I used to be."
He paused.
“The old Cen Wenxing is dead. The current Cen Wenxing is not the Cen Wenxing you like. You won’t get any results by looking for him.”
Cen Wenxing gently tapped his wine glass, drank the wine in one gulp, and placed the glass on the table.
"You've already made me like this, so please stay away from me. I don't want to think about that past. I've moved on a long time ago, and I hope you can too."
"Excuse me, please leave."
Tan Cheng felt a lump in his throat, unable to utter a sound. He stared at the empty wine glass, unable to recover for a long time.
He thought about it more than once.
I wish it could have been sooner.
I wish I had realized I had fallen for Cen Wenxing sooner.
Even if we can't change the beginning, we can at least keep this secret to ourselves and then slowly change the feelings of everyone around us.
"I just wanted to see you, I don't necessarily need an ending."
But after we haven't seen each other for a long time, he didn't even ask how you'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.
Yu Ni knew from seeing him that she hadn't gained anything from this trip.
"I'm here as a judge this time, so please don't cause any trouble or spread any bad rumors that would be detrimental to his debut. I've arranged a seat for you, but I'm worried that he might be unhappy if he sees you, so the seat is a bit far away."
Tan Cheng didn't say anything.
Yu Ni glanced at him sideways.
"I never thought you would like someone. I thought you were only good at math. With you like this, I really don't know how you're going to win him over."
Tan Cheng didn't know either.
After that incident was exposed, Cen Wenxing was like a hedgehog curled up, with nowhere to start.
Yu Ni: "Have you ever thought about what you like about him?"
Tan Cheng could not answer.
"He's like an unsolvable math problem."
"..."
What a ridiculous analogy.
Who would be happy to hear that?
Yu Ni felt she couldn't communicate with them, so she 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 compiled after the competition, the teachers in Cen Wenxing's group were all praising him.
Many children from musical families play the violin in a very rigid way, unlike Cen Wenxing, whose playing is full of vitality and very different, making people's eyes light up.
During the finals, Tan Cheng was sitting in the last row and saw Cen Wenxing on stage.
No one is as dazzling as him.
No one is as good as him.
Even though Tan Cheng doesn't understand music, he can tell that Cen Wenxing's music is different from others.
He seemed unrestrained.
His music seems to have a magical quality, captivating the viewer and inspiring a desire to explore it further.
After the competition, Cen Wenxing came in second place. Although he was not the champion, he received the loudest cheers from the audience and was the most talked-about pianist after the competition.
One of France's top orchestras extended an olive branch to Cen Wenxing.
Cen Wenxing immediately accepted.
Although he wasn't the principal, joining the orchestra was his first step toward becoming one.
Many people presented him with flowers.
Tan Cheng could only blend into the crowd and present him with a large bouquet of flowers.
He originally wanted to offer roses, but he was afraid the stars wouldn't accept them.
"congratulations."
"Thanks."
Cen Wenxing accepted it politely, but his tone was distant, as if they had never met before.
Tan Cheng was no different from the others who presented him with flowers.
In a brief interview after the match, Cen Wenxing talked about his background, 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 I stopped because running away would cause me to knock over a lot of drinks in the bar, and I would have to act cute to make up for it."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Tan Cheng stood on the outermost edge of the crowd listening to his story, and suddenly wanted to visit the place where he grew up.
He wanted to solve this math problem.
Tan Cheng boarded a plane back to China and headed straight for Cen Wenxing's birthplace. After wandering around for a while, he finally found the bar that Cen Wenxing had mentioned.
He went inside, not wanting to miss any detail of the bar.
He could almost see a tiny baby, barely taller than a chair, running around the bar, knocking over bottles, and sitting on the floor crying.
Tan Cheng walked around and saw the photos on the wall.
There are many photos.
There are many children.
However, he did not find Cen Wenxing.
I did see a woman who looked somewhat like Cen Wenxing.
The manager walked over. "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, he nodded.
The manager pointed at the photo. "This one? Don't you recognize it?"
Tan Cheng examined it carefully.
Where is his mole?
What mole?
A mole on the lip?
"He doesn't have a mole on his lip. Are you sure you haven't mistaken him for someone else?"
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