The movement here quickly aroused the onlookers of passers-by, who stopped and pointed.
The fat man probably couldn't afford to lose this person, or maybe he was frightened by the look in Cen Feng's eyes, his face changed several times, and finally he didn't say anything. He gave him a bad look, turned around and hurried away in embarrassment.
Cen Feng retracted his gaze, cast his eyes down and looked up at Xu Jiexing in a daze. He turned and walked back to pick up the guitar on the ground and put it back in the box.
Xu Jiexing finally came back to his senses, rubbed it cautiously, pursed his lips, and asked tightly, "Brother, do you remember me?"
Cen Feng glanced at her and put the installed guitar on his back.
She rubbed her palm against the corner of her clothes, and reminded in a small nervous voice: "Last fall, you played the piano here and bought me a cup of milk tea..."
The voice became smaller and quieter, and an annoyed look appeared on his face.
I was too impulsive just now!
Let idol see her such sturdy side, all good impressions are gone, oooooo.
Cen Feng carried the guitar on his back, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bowed his back slightly, and looked down at the little girl in front of him.
She was dressed so thick, she was round, with a red scarf around her neck to her chin, and she wore a fluffy hat on her head. There were two red fox ears on the top of the hat, which was swayed back and forth by the night wind. .
Only half of his face was exposed, reddened by the cold night, his eyelashes were covered with fine snowflakes, the roots were distinct, his eyes were bright and clear, and when he laughed, he bent into the shape of a crescent moon.
He spoke lightly in her annoyed expression: "Remember."
Her eyes lit up, her face flushed, and her voice was full of excitement: "Brother, it's been a long time since I saw you, this time I will invite you to drink milk tea?"
It is still snowing.
His fingers in his trouser pocket trembled, and it took a long time before he faintly replied, "Yeah."
Xu Jiexing was so happy that he followed him to the milk tea shop not far away. She looked at the signature menu, turned around and asked, "Brother, what do you like to drink?"
Of course she knew his tastes, but she still asked him carefully.
Cen Feng looked at the night enveloping Feixue: "Whatever."
Xu Jiexing called the boss very proudly: "Boss! Two cups of caramel milk tea, with red beans and pearls! Very sweet! Want to be hot!"
Idol likes to eat sweets, and milk tea is very sweet. Although caramel and red beans are very sugary, it will make you greasy, but do you like idols? Everyone follows the same style of get. It doesn't matter whether it is sweet or fat.
Cen Feng's eyes flashed slightly, and he glanced down at her.
Xu Diexing paid the money, restrained his thumping heart, and tried his best to behave normally. When the boss made the milk tea, he put in a straw and handed it over, and took a sip of it happily.
Almost sweetly passed by.
At this time, even the milk tea is not delicious in the future!
She tried to swallow, secretly glanced at Cen Feng, who was biting on the straw, and asked, "Brother, is it good?"
Cen Feng said, "It's delicious."
Xu Dixing: "..."
It really deserves to be my very sweet idol!
He said it tasted good, and when he drank it again, it really didn't feel so bad.
Xu Jiexing was pouring honey in his heart, sipping the milk tea, and stepping behind him. After walking not far, Cen Feng paused and turned to look at her: "Don't you want to go home?"
Only then did she wake up from the honey, and quickly took two steps back: "Yes, yes!"
Although she had a lot to ask him, she wanted to tell him to take good care of herself and not to wrong herself, but she opened her mouth and couldn't say anything.
Cen Feng has taken his gaze back: "Thank you for the milk tea."
Xu Jiexing shook his head, trying to make his voice brisk: "No thanks! Go back, it's cold outside!"
Cen Feng nodded, turned and left. After not taking a few steps, the girl's well-behaved voice came from behind: "Brother, I will come here to listen to your singing tomorrow night."
He did not respond.
When I returned to the dormitory, my roommates had already fallen asleep.
The place he now lives in is a dormitory for trainees arranged by the company. There are four people living in a separate room. Cen Feng didn't turn on the light, and when he walked to the door of his room, the opposite door of the corridor opened from the outside to the inside.
Yin Chang was wearing pajamas with messy hair, Junxiu's facial features appeared harmless, and his voice flooded with the lights in his room: "Brother, why did you come back so late today?"
Cen Feng ignored him, unscrewed his door and walked in, put down the guitar, took off his clothes and changed shoes.
Yin Chang followed, looked at him at the door hesitantly, and finally said as if made up his mind: "Brother, I heard Brother Niu at the company today that I'm going to trouble you. I heard that he was facing you. I’m very dissatisfied with being late and leaving early and going out to sing without training."
He looked at Cen Feng disapprovingly: "Brother, why have you changed so much this year? Don't you want to make your debut?"
Cen Feng put on a black vest and slippers, with a towel draped around his neck, his exposed arms and legs were clearly defined, and he compared the soft and thin Yin Chang.
He glanced at him lightly: "Are you finished? Go out when you're finished."
Yin Chang blushed when he choked.
He showed good several times without getting a good word from Cen Feng. After all, he was young, his eyes couldn't hide things, his face still looked wronged, but his eyes overflowed with malice.
Cen Feng was expressionless, walked out from the door sideways and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Yin Chang took two deep breaths and shouted at his back: "Cen Feng! Even if you are dissatisfied with the company, you don't have to vent to me? I take your brother, what do you think of me?!"
His response was the sound of the bathroom door closing.
Immediately after the sound of the water, the people inside seemed not to take his words to heart at all, no matter what he said or did, he couldn't get the other person's eyes.
Yin Chang recalled when they first came to the company two years ago. He and Cen Feng are the same group of trainees, and they are divided into a dormitory. Cen Feng is one year older than him. He cleverly called out brother, and Cen Feng really took care of him as his younger brother.
Let him everything, thinking of him everything. Help him correct his pronunciation and practice dancing with him. He doesn't know how to buckle him step by step. He has bad ligaments, so Cen Feng lifted his leg to help him press it bit by bit.
Someone in the company scolded him, Cen Feng waved his fist and went up to help him fight.
As a teenager, facing a group of people alone is not worth it, and the corners of his mouth were swollen by the opponent, and smiled and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, they dare not say any more in the future."
At that time, he truly regarded Cen Feng as his brother and was grateful to him.
When did the taste start to change
When the dance teacher praised Cen Feng unabashedly but scolded him for being clumsy, the vocal teacher praised Cen Feng for being talented but watching him shake his head, it was Cen Feng who was able to play the piano in half a year, and he was still stumbling and practicing Bayer practice. Song time.
He knew he shouldn't be jealous.
But he couldn't control it. Those jealous, jealous, resentful emotions, like a fine net, wrapped around his heart circle after circle, strangling out blood.
But he concealed it well. While feeling jealous inwardly, while enjoying Cen Feng's care.
until…
Until last year.
Cen Feng didn't go to training because he had a fever, and after a long sleep he woke up, the look in his eyes changed.
He seemed to be a different person, indifferent, withdrawn, solitary, going his own way, covered with thorns all over, so that people did not dare to approach.
Yin Chang thought at first that his cautious thoughts had been noticed. He was panicked all day, pretending to be concerned and cautiously to please him, but no matter what he did, Cen Feng never responded.
He even deliberately clashed with other exercises, but in the end only got Cen Feng's indifferent eyes.
He not only alienated himself, but also severed contact with everyone around him. He began to slack off training, arrived late and left early, and even went to the night market to sing like a crazy.
Brother Niu, who manages the trainees, said something badly, but he couldn't keep him down. They all said that the best seedling ever was destroyed, and the company might abandon this person.
While Yin Chang was secretly happy, he worried that if Cen Feng left, who would help him in the future? What if those who have bullied him come to target him again
Today I heard that Brother Niu went to the night market aggressively to teach Cen Feng, he was still waiting for Cen Feng to come back to explore his breath. Unexpectedly, I still touched my nose.
Yin Chang gritted his teeth with anger, but helplessly, stared at the closed bathroom door for a long time, and finally returned to the room and slammed the door.
Cen Feng took a shower and returned to his room covered with moisture.
There is no floor heating in the dormitory, and the heating in winter is provided by the small sun electric heaters assigned by the company to the trainees. He doesn't like to use it, the whole room is cold, even the wall lamp is cold.
Drying his hair, he put the money he earned today into the deposit box, glanced at the desks full of mechanical parts and books, sat on the bed with the computer in his arms, opened the browser, and searched for new mechanical assembly videos.
I have been watching late at night, when I was about to turn off the computer when I exited the video, a small box popped up in the lower right corner of the browser: You have 99+ blog messages.
Blog
He paused and opened the bullet frame.
After their debut, those public accounts were all managed by the company, and even the blogs they had used before were all cancelled. After he came back from rebirth, he forgot that he still had a blog account.
The page pops up, and the latest content is the photo of him feeding the stray cat last year.
Cen Feng clicked into the message area.
Finally know where the 99+ news comes from.
It's all an ID called "Go to the sky to pick the stars for you".
He scrolled down the page and looked at it one by one. At first, the style of painting was normal:
-Eat on time like a kitten
—It's dark, it's time to go to bed, don't stay up late, good night
—It's cooling down, is it snowing in your place? Remember to add clothes
—I saw a very nice little flower on the side of the road today, and I will send it to you!
—I encountered a problem in math test today! Ah ah my first grade can't be kept
…
Then gradually became:
—Are you so good-looking
—What good is it for you to kill me? !
—Oh god look at this damn handsome!
Cen Feng: "..."
Who is this
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The author has something to say:
My brother likes to eat sweets because life is too bitter. He thought that milk tea with a lot of sugar would be sweeter.
Yin Chang played at the beginning of Chapter 11