Chapter 7: | 【07】

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During the time when I learned about the bad news, even though I knew very well that people can't be resurrected, they also cried to countless late nights and begged God to let him live.
As long as he is alive.
We don't want him to get angry, don't need resources, don't flow, don't be famous, we don't want anything.
As long as he lives peacefully in this world.
While crying and praying, I knew that it was all delusions.
Every day, every minute, every second, it seemed like there was a blunt knife, sawing her heart back and forth, painful to collapse, painful to despair.
Never thought that one day, this wish will really come true.
It wasn't until that figure disappeared on the corner of the street that Xu Jiexing finally recovered his control of his body, wiped a few tears from his face, and dragged the schoolbag to run up.
Cen Feng stood at the street waiting for the traffic lights.
Xu Zhaixing did not dare to approach, and stopped ten meters behind him.
At this time, Cen Feng was already tall, but only slightly thin, and the sweater was loosely covered on his body, and his hands were standing indifferently, like a teenager walking out of the comic.
Many people beside him were looking at him, but he ignored him, still staring at the ground with his head hanging down, with a cold indifference that no one could come near.
Xu Zhexing's heart almost jumped out of her throat, her fingers clenched tightly on her schoolbag strap, her eyes turned red back and forth many times, and she choked her back.
Baby is still alive! What to cry, should be happy! No crying! ! !
When Cen Feng walked, she also walked, Cen Feng stopped her and stopped. It was so muddy, dizzy, dizzy, sad and joyous, and followed the way. Finally, Cen Feng stopped in the triangle area around the corner of the night market street.
Xu Jiexing stood across the road and looked at him.
Watch him take off the guitar on his back, put the guitar cover on the ground, and then hold the guitar and start singing.
Someone passed by and threw a change in the guitar cover in front of him.
He nodded slightly and counted as a thank-you.
Xu Jiexing finally reacted.
Cen Feng is singing and selling.
For a time, the complicated and chaotic mood became more complicated.
She had n’t heard that Zhongtian had let trainees go to the street to sell arts. Neither the TV show nor the documentary had ever said this.
Why did my brother come out to show off?
Such a cold day! ! !
Zhongtian, you drove my baby out to show off! you are dead! I don't share the sky with you!
Xu Jiexing was trembling with anger, feeling angry and distressed. After Cen Feng finished playing two songs, she finally made a good psychological preparation, took a deep breath and summoned the courage to walk over.
Step by step, getting closer and closer to him.
The facial features carved into her blood marrow gradually became clear in her eyes.
He stood under the street lamp holding the guitar, and the dim light outlined the straight lines of his body. The facial features that were later called the inverse face value had not yet opened, but the beauty was already ready to come out.
But his expression was indifferent. It seemed that no matter what he was singing, what he was playing, how the people passing by watched, and how much money he gave, he didn't care.
Inexplicably, Xu Zixing's heart twitched.
She has come to him.
She has never been so close to him, ever or now.
Cen Feng still didn't raise his eyes. He squinted at the strings, his fingers were slender, his fingertips lined with the strings, and there was a cold light.
Until the end of a song, he raised his eyes and saw the girl with tears on the opposite side.
She looked so sad, but when he looked up, he tried to squeeze out a smile. She whispered in her voice: "Brother, you sing so nice."
He replied: "Thank you."
Fu bowed his head again and played the next song.
From beginning to end, he never laughed.
Xu Jiexing finally saw his eyes and the indifference deep in his pupils.
Why is this so?
They love to laugh the warmest brother.
Has he been so unhappy since a long time ago? Is it true that all his smiles and warmth have been false since they saw him?
Xu Jiexing burst into tears in an instant.
This weeping sound finally attracted Cen Feng's attention.
He frowned, held the strings in his palms, raised his head, and the road lantern held his cold eye sockets. Instead of adding a warm color, he was coated with alienation.
Xu Zhaixing didn't want to cry anymore, but she couldn't help it.
The passers-by onlookers were curious and discussed.
Xu Jiexing covered her face and sobbed to hiccups: "It's ... shameful ... sorry ... oh oh oh sorry ... brother, sorry ..."
She didn't know what I was sorry for.
But I'm sorry, a lot of words, a lot of emotions, finally turned into a sentence of sorry.
She cried like this, Cen Feng's art could not be sold anymore, and the police should come over and question again.
He leaned over, put away dozens of dollars in the box and put it in his pocket, then put the guitar back on his back. He lowered his eyes slightly, shadowed his eyelashes, and even his voice was faint: "Don't cry."
Xu Jiexing held his breath and tried not to let the tears fall.
He said, "Wait here for me."
Xu Zhexing hadn't responded yet, Cen Feng had lifted her legs away, she stared blankly at his back, and her brain went on strike. Within a few minutes, Cen Feng came back, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
He handed it to her indifferently: "Go home."
Xu Caixing stared at the cup of milk tea, tears down again and again.
Cen Feng: "............"
Xu Dixing: "..............."
Oooo is really shameful, really shameful.
She took the milk tea in one hand, raised her sleeves and wiped it twice, urging her voice: "Thank you ..."
Cen Feng nodded slightly, then turned around and left.
Xu Zixing quickly caught up: "Brother!"
He looked back, his face impatient, his head slightly turned sideways, the sharp line of his jaw hidden in the night, and there was an increasingly impersonal coldness.
Xu Zhexing was holding a milk tea cup, her throat was tight, and her lips opened and closed several times, making a sound: "Brother, I haven't given you money yet."
She trot forward two steps, took out all the money in her pocket, and stuffed her brain in his hands. After stuffing, he whizzed back again and stuttered: "These ... these money for you, thank you for buying me milk tea, thank you ... for singing to me."
Cen Feng looked down at the several hundred-dollar bills in his hand, and then looked at the girl who was at a loss on the opposite side, and finally smiled.
That smile was very shallow and fleeting, but Xu Jiexing saw the familiar warmth in it, and he froze for a while.
Cen Feng folded the money, walked over and put it back into Xu Daxing's hands in a daze: "No, go back early."
He turned around and stepped, Xu Xingxing bit his tongue, reminding himself not to lose his gaze, dragging his schoolbag and following up: "My family lives near here, very close! Brother, do you live near here? Will you come here again in the future?" Come sing? "
Cen Feng looked at the night ahead: "Yes."
He has long legs and strides, and Xu Xingxing needs to trot to keep up with him: "Brother, are you a street singer? Are you only doing art here? Will you go singing elsewhere?"
Cen Feng stepped, Xu Xingxing almost hit his back.
Quickly backed away a few steps, watching him carefully.
He still had no impatience, but still had no expression. His pupils reflected the light and dark night, revealing something that should not belong to his age.
He said again: "Go home."
After speaking, he turned to cross the road, this time, Xu Xingxing did not follow.
She watched his thin and deserted back disappear into the night, she slowly squatted down, holding the hot milk tea which gradually lost the temperature in her hand.
Only then did the brain finally function normally.
Only in order to think about why the Cen Feng I see now is so different from the person he used to be.
It is because that Cen Feng, who later debuted, brought the warmth of the company to cover up all the pain and scars, and only let them see the beautiful side.
Seeing him always smiling, he thought he loved to laugh.
Seeing him treat people softly, I thought the world would treat him tenderly.
In fact, it has long been riddled with holes.
The darkness that broke out was just the tip of the iceberg, and no one could feel everything he experienced.
Xu Jiexing squatted on the ground for a long time, and finally looked up in the direction he left.
This is not bad.
Such Cen Feng is also very good.
She can do nothing about what has happened, but in the future, it will definitely be held in her hand.
Xu Zhaxing thumped and numbed his legs, stood up, and took milk tea back to the hotel. She got up early the next morning and went to the dormitory to wait in the early morning. She wanted to see him secretly again, but she didn't see Cen Feng out until 12 noon.
Can only take a taxi to the airport.
Before leaving, I found a courier store and packed the cup of untouched milk tea that Cen Feng bought her.
After the airport security check, she called Cheng You and asked about the situation at home. Cheng You heard that she boarded the plane back to S City immediately, and she was relieved at last. "No stuffing. When I got home last night, I told my mom that you were home. Your mom did n’t call and asked. Everything was there. intend!"
After talking, he was excited and said: "Pick the stars, have you seen Cen Feng? How are you? Have you gone out to play?"
She smiled: "I saw him, and he played the guitar for me."
Cheng You made a fuss: "Wow! You are so happy! He actually plays the guitar and thinks he looks so handsome!"
After chatting a few words, he was about to board the plane. Xu Xingxing hung up the phone and started his homework after he got on the plane. When he arrived in S city, he finally finished his weekend homework.
The next day, the cup of milk tea she returned from City B Express arrived.
Xu Zhexing happily placed the milk tea with a straw on the bedside, looked at it every day, touched it every morning when he got up, and touched it every night when he went to bed, and thought that this was bought by Aidou for her Milk tea is almost melted.
As a result, I returned home from school two days later, and the milk tea was gone.
Xu Xie went to her mother in a hurry: "Mom, what about the milk tea on my bedside!"
Mother Xu curled up on the sofa downstairs and watched TV. When she asked her, she glared at her unhappily: "I haven't asked you yet! What do you do to put the stale milk tea on the bedside table ?! I diarrhea all day Now! "
Xu Dixing: "Mom !!!"
I'm too difficult.