During the time when I learned the bad news, even though I was very clear in my heart that people could not come back from the dead, I was crying and begging God to let him come back to life in countless nights.
As long as he lives.
We don’t want him to become popular, we don’t need resources, traffic, and fame. We don’t need anything.
As long as he lives in this world peacefully.
While crying and begging, knowing that it's all wishful thinking.
Every day, every minute, every second, like a blunt knife, sawing her heart back and forth, pained to collapse, pained to despair.
Never thought that one day, this wish would really come true.
It wasn't until the figure disappeared at the corner of the street that Xu Jiexing finally recovered control of his body, wiped a tear from his face, and rushed up with his schoolbag.
Cen Feng stood by the street waiting for the traffic lights.
Xu Jiexing did not dare to approach, and stopped ten meters behind him.
At this time, Cen Feng's height was already very high, but he was slightly thin, with a wide and loose sweater covering his body, standing indifferently with his hands in his pockets, like a teenager walking out of a comic.
Many people next to him were looking at him, but he just ignored him, still staring at the ground with his head down, and he felt a sense of indifference that no one should get near.
Xu Jiexing's heart almost jumped out of his throat, fingers tightly pinched on the strap of the schoolbag, his eyes were red back and forth many times, but she held them back.
Baby is still alive! What to cry, should be happy! Don't cry! ! !
Cen Feng walked and she went, and Cen Feng stopped and she stopped, just so confused and dizzy with joy and sorrow, and finally Cen Feng stopped in the triangle area on the corner of Night Market Street.
Xu Zhixing stood across the road looking at him.
Watch him take off the guitar on his back, put the guitar sleeve on the ground, and start singing with the guitar in his arms.
Someone passed by and threw a change in the guitar sleeve in front of him.
He nodded slightly as a thank you.
Xu Jiexing finally reacted.
Cen Feng is playing and singing.
Suddenly, the complex and chaotic mood became more complicated.
She had never heard that Zhongtian asked trainees to go to the street to sell an art. Neither did she mention it in a group show or a documentary. What is going on
Why does my brother come out to do an art
Such a cold day! ! !
Zhongtian, you actually drove my baby out to show off! you are dead! I don’t share your love with you!
Xu Zhixing was trembling with anger and distressed. After Cen Feng finished playing two songs, she was finally mentally prepared, took a deep breath, and plucked up the courage to walk over.
Step by step, getting closer and closer to him.
The facial features carved into her bone marrow gradually became clear in her eyes.
He stood under the street lamp with his guitar in his arms, and the dim light outlined the upright lines of his body. The facial features that were later called the face of the sky had not yet grown, but they were pretty but ready to emerge.
But his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care about what he was singing or playing, how people passing by, how much money he gave.
Inexplicably, Xu Zhixing's heart trembled.
She has walked up to him.
She had never been so close to him before or now.
Cen Feng still didn't raise his eyes, he lowered his eyes and flicked the strings, his fingers were slender, and his fingertips lined the strings with a cold light.
Until the end of a song, he raised his eyes and saw the tearful girl on the other side.
She looked sad, but when he looked up, he tried to squeeze a smile. She whispered in her voice, "Brother, you sing so nicely."
He replied: "Thank you."
He lowered his head again and played a song.
From beginning to end, he never laughed.
Xu Zhixing finally saw his eyes, the indifference in his pupils.
Why is it like this
They love to laugh the warmest brother.
Had he been so unhappy since a long, long time ago? Could it be that all his smiles and warmth have been illusions since they saw him
Xu Jiexing couldn't cry for a moment.
This sob finally caught Cen Feng's attention.
He frowned, held the strings with his palms, raised his head, and the road lantern lit his cold eye sockets, not only did not add a warm color, but was coated with a layer of alienation.
Xu Dixing didn't want to cry anymore, but she couldn't help it.
The onlookers were curious and discussed.
Xu Jiexing covered his face, sobbing until he hiccups: "It's... too embarrassing... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Brother, I'm sorry..."
She didn't know what she was sorry for.
But I'm sorry, so many words, many emotions, and finally turned into a sentence of sorry.
She cried so hard that Cen Feng's art couldn't be sold anymore, and the police should come over for questioning.
He leaned over and put the dozens of dollars in the box into his pocket, then put the guitar back on his back. He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes covered the shadows, and his voice was faint: "Don't cry."
Xu Qiexing held his breath for a moment, trying hard not to let the tears fall.
He said: "Wait for me here."
Before Xu Jiexing could react, Cen Feng had already lifted her leg and walked away. She stared at him blankly, and her brain went on strike for a while. Within a few minutes, Cen Feng walked back again, holding a cup of hot milk tea in his hand.
He handed it to her, with an indifferent tone: "Go home."
Xu Zhixing stared at the cup of milk tea, tears came down again.
Cen Feng: "..."
Xu Jiexing: "..."
Uuuu is really embarrassing, really embarrassing.
She took the milk tea in one go, raised her sleeve and wiped it indiscriminately twice. The urn sounded angrily: "Thank you..."
Cen Feng nodded slightly, then turned and left.
Xu Zhixing hurried to catch up: "Brother!"
He turned his head back, his face was not impatient, his head slightly sideways, the sharp line of his jaw hidden in the night, becoming more and more impersonal and cold.
Xu Jiexing was holding the cup of milk tea, his throat tightened, and his lips opened and closed several times to make a sound: "Brother, I haven't given you any money yet."
She trot two steps forward, took out all the money in her pocket, and stuffed it all into his hand. After filling it, he returned with a whimper, stammering: "These... These money are for you, thank you for buying me milk tea, thank you... for singing to me."
Cen Feng looked down at the several hundred-yuan bills in his hand, then at the bewildered girl opposite, and finally smiled.
The smile was very shallow and fleeting, but Xu Jiexing saw the familiar warmth in it, and was stunned for a while.
Cen Feng folded the money, walked over and put it back in Xu Jiexing's hand who was still in a daze: "No, go back early."
He turned and took a step, Xu Dixing bit his tongue, reminding himself not to lose his mind again, and dragged his schoolbag to follow up: "My house lives near here, very close! Brother, do you live near here? You will come here in the future. Come to sing?"
Cen Feng looked at the night ahead: "Yes."
He has long legs and big steps. Xu Diexing has to trot to keep up with him: "Brother, are you a wandering singer? Do you only perform here? Will you go to other places to sing?"
Cen Feng paused, and Xu Zhixing almost hit him on the back.
He quickly stepped back and looked at him carefully.
He is still not impatient, but still has no expression, his pupils are reflected in the flickering night, revealing a bit of drowsiness that shouldn't belong to his age.
He said again: "Go home."
After speaking, he turned and crossed the road. This time, Xu Diexing did not follow.
She watched his thin and deserted back disappear into the night, holding the hot milk tea that gradually lost its temperature in her hands, and slowly squatted down.
At this time, the brain can finally function normally.
Only then can I think about why the Cen Feng that I see now is so different from that person before.
It is because that Cen Feng, who later debuted, took the warm personalities given by the company to cover up all the pain and scars, and only allowed them to see the good side.
Seeing him always smiling, I think he loves to laugh.
Seeing him treat people kindly, I think the world treats him kindly.
In fact, it has long been riddled with holes.
The darkness that was revealed is just the tip of the iceberg, and no one can empathize with everything he experienced.
Xu Jixing squatted on the ground for a long time, and finally raised his head to look in the direction he was leaving.
There is nothing wrong with this.
This kind of cen style is also very good.
She can do nothing about what has happened, but in the future, she will definitely hold it in her hands.
Xu Zhixing thumped his numb legs, stood up, and returned to the hotel with the milk tea in his hand. She woke up early the next day and went to wait outside the dormitory early in the morning. She wanted to see him secretly again, but she didn't see Cen Feng coming out until 12 noon.
Can only take a taxi to the airport.
Before leaving, I found a courier shop and packed the untouched milk tea that Cen Feng bought for her and sent it home.
After the airport security check, she called Cheng You and asked about the situation at home. Cheng You heard that she was going to board the plane back to S city immediately, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "Nothing was revealed. I told my mother that you were home after I got home last night. Your mother didn't call to ask, everything was there. intend!"
After finishing talking, he said excitedly: "Getting the stars, have you seen Cen Feng? How is it? Have you gone out to play?"
She smiled: "I saw it, and he played the guitar for me."
Cheng You made a fuss: "Wow! You are so happy! He can still play the guitar, so handsome when you think about it!"
After a few chats, he was about to board the plane. Xu Die-xing hung up the phone, and started to rush for homework after getting 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 the express delivery in City B also arrived.
Xu Jiexing happily put the milk tea with a straw on the bedside, watching every day, touching it every morning when I get up, and touching it every night when I go to bed, thinking that this is the idol bought for her. Milk tea, my heart is almost melting.
As a result, when I went home from school a few days later, the milk tea was gone.
Xu Zhixing hurriedly went to her mother: "Mom, where's the milk tea on my bedside!"
Xu mother curled up on the sofa downstairs to watch TV. When she heard her asking, she gave her an unhappy look: "I haven't asked you yet! What did you put the rotten milk tea on the bedside table?! I had a stomach diarrhea for a whole day. NS!"
Xu Dixing: "Mom!!!"
I'm too hard.