The movement here quickly attracted the attention of passers-by, who stopped and pointed.

The fat man probably couldn't afford to embarrass this person, or maybe he was frightened by Cen Feng's look just now. His expression changed several times, but in the end he didn't say anything, glared at him fiercely, turned around and hurried away in embarrassment.

Cen Feng looked away, lowered his eyes and glanced at Xu Zhaixing, who was still looking up at him blankly. He turned around and walked back to pick up the guitar on the ground and put it back into the box.

Xu Zhaixing finally came to his senses, walked over cautiously, pursed his lips, and then asked earnestly: "Brother, do you still remember me?"

Cen Feng glanced at her and put the assembled guitar on his back.

She rubbed her palms on the corners of her clothes and whispered nervously: "Last autumn, you played the piano here and bought me a cup of milk tea..."

His voice became softer and softer, and an annoyed look appeared on his face.

I was too impulsive just now!

Let idols see such a strong side of her, and any good impression will be lost, woo woo woo.

Cen Feng put his 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 very thickly dressed, and her whole body was chubby. A red scarf was wrapped around her neck from her neck to her chin, and she also wore a furry hat with two red fox ears on the top of the hat, which were blown back and forth by the night wind.

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Only half of her face was exposed, red from the cold night, her eyelashes were covered with fine snowflakes, their roots were distinct, her eyes were bright and clear, and when she smiled, they curved into the shape of a crescent moon.

He said calmly in her annoyed look: "Remember."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, her face flushed, and her voice couldn't hide the excitement: "Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, shall I treat you to milk tea this time?"

It's still snowing.

His fingers in his trouser pocket trembled, and it took him a long time before he responded calmly: "Yeah."

Xu Zhaixing was so happy that she 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 taste, but she still carefully asked for his opinion.

Cen Feng looked at the night covered with flying snow: "Whatever."

Xu Zhaixing called the boss very proudly: "Boss! Two cups of caramel milk tea, add red beans and pearls! It's very sugary! It needs to be hot!"

Idols like to eat sweets, and drinking milk tea is very sugary. Although caramel and red beans are very sugary, which makes people lick it, but if idols like it, everyone will follow the same style, no matter how sweet or fat it is, it doesn’t matter.

Cen Feng's eyes flashed slightly and he looked down at her.

Xu Zhaixing paid the money, suppressed his pounding heart, and tried his best to behave normally. When the boss made the milk tea, he put it in the straw and handed it over, and took a sip happily.

I almost got fucked by Sweetie.

Even the milk tea at this time is not as delicious as it will be in the future!

She swallowed hard, secretly glanced at Cen Feng, who was biting the straw with an unchanging expression, and asked after a while: "Brother, does it taste good?"

Cen Feng said: "It tastes good."

Xu Zhaixing: "..."

She is indeed my very sweet idol!

He said it tasted good, and when he drank it again, it actually didn't taste that bad at all.

Xu Zhaixing felt as if he was filled with honey. He drank the milk tea and followed him step by step. After walking not far, Cen Feng paused and turned around to look at her: "Aren't you going home?"

Only then did she wake up from the honey, and quickly took two steps back: "Yes, yes!"

Although she had many things to ask him and tell him to take good care of herself and not to wrong herself, she opened her mouth but nothing came out.

Cen Feng had already looked away: "Thank you for the milk tea."

Xu Zhaixing shook his head and tried to keep his voice light: "You're welcome! Go back quickly, it's cold outside!"

Cen Feng nodded, turned around and left. After taking a few steps, the girl's sweet voice came from behind: "Brother, I will come here tomorrow night to listen to you sing."

He didn't respond.

When I returned to the dormitory, my roommates had already gone to bed.

The place he lives in now is a trainee dormitory arranged by the company. There are four people living there, each with a separate room. Cen Feng did not turn on the light. When he walked to the door of his room, the door to the corridor opened from the outside to the inside.

Yin Chang was wearing pajamas, his hair was messy, his handsome features looked harmless, and his voice followed the light in his room: "Brother, why did you come back so late today?"

Cen Feng ignored him, opened his door and walked in, put down his guitar, took off his clothes and changed his shoes.

Yin Chang followed over, stood at the door and looked at him hesitantly, and finally said as if he had made up his mind: "Brother, I heard Brother Niu said in the company today that he wanted to trouble you. I heard that the boss is facing you.

I’m very dissatisfied with arriving late and leaving early and going out to sing and sing without training.”

He looked at Cen Feng with disapproval: "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, and put a towel around his neck. His exposed arms and calves had clear lines, which compared to the soft and thin Yin Chang.

He glanced at him lightly: "Are you done? Just go out when you're done."

Yin Chang was so choked that his face turned red.

He showed his kindness several times but failed to get a kind word from Cen Feng. After all, he was young and his eyes couldn't hide anything. His face still looked aggrieved, but his eyes overflowed with malice.

Cen Feng had no expression on his face, walked out of 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 it on me, right? I treat your brother, what do you think of me?!"

He was answered by the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Then there was the sound of water rushing, and the people inside didn't seem to take his words to heart at all. No matter what he said or did, he couldn't get a look from the other person.

Yin Chang recalled two years ago, when they first came to the company. He and Cen Feng were in the same batch of trainees and were in the same dormitory. Cen Feng was one year older than him. He obediently called him brother, and Cen Feng really

He takes care of him as a younger brother.

She gave him everything and thought of him. She helped him correct his pronunciation, practiced dancing with him, and helped him do every move he didn't know. He had bad ligaments, so Cen Feng would lift his legs a little.

Help him press a little.

Someone in the company called him a sissy, and Cen Feng waved his fists and went up to help him fight.

The teenage boy was not weak when facing a group of people alone. The corners of his mouth were swollen by the other party, but he smiled and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, they won't dare to say anything again in the future."

At that time, he truly regarded Cen Feng as his brother and was grateful to him.

When did it start to change?

It was when the dance teacher praised Cen Feng unabashedly but scolded him for being clumsy. It was when the vocal teacher praised Cen Feng for his talent but looked at him and shook his head. It was when Cen Feng was able to play the piano proficiently in half a year, but he was still stumbling through the Bayer exercises.

Song time.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous.

But he couldn't control it. Those jealous, jealous, and resentful emotions were like a fine net, wrapping around his heart and causing it to bleed.

But he hid it well. While feeling jealous in his heart, he was enjoying Cen Feng's care.

until……

Until last year.

Cen Feng didn't go to training because he had a fever, so he slept in a hazy state. When he woke up, the way he looked at him changed.

He seemed to have changed into a different person, cold, withdrawn, a loner, going his own way, and his whole body was covered with thorns that made people afraid to approach him.

Yin Chang thought at first that his little thoughts had been discovered, and he was in panic all day long. He pretended to be concerned and carefully tried to please him, but no matter what he did, Cen Feng never responded.

He even deliberately caused conflicts with other trainees, but in the end he only received a look of indifference from Cen Feng.

Not only did he alienate himself, he also cut off contact with everyone around him. He began to slack off in training, arriving late and leaving early, and even went to the night market to sing like a lunatic.

Brother Niu, who manages the trainees, tried his best to persuade him, but he couldn't get him to restrain himself at all. They all said that the best prospect in the past was ruined like this, and the company might give up on this person.

Yin Chang was secretly happy, but at the same time he was worried that if Cen Feng left, who would help him in the future? What if those who had bullied him came to target him again?

Today I heard that Brother Niu went to the night market to teach Cen Feng a lesson. He was originally waiting for Cen Feng to come back and talk about it. Unexpectedly, he was still disappointed.

Yin Chang gritted his teeth in anger, but had no choice but to stare at the closed bathroom door for a long time, and finally went back to the room and slammed the door.

After Cen Feng took a shower, he returned to his room full of moisture.

There is no floor heating in the dormitory, and in winter, he relies on a small electric solar heater assigned to the trainees by the company. He doesn't like to use it, and the whole room is cold, even the wall lamps are cold.

After blow-drying his hair, he put the money he earned today into the money box, looked at the mechanical parts and books piled on his desk, sat down on the bed with his computer, opened the browser, and searched for new mechanical assembly videos.

I watched it late into the night, and when I exited the video and was about to turn off the computer, a small box popped up in the lower right corner of the browser: You have 99+ blog comments.

blog?

He paused and clicked on the pop-up box.

After his debut, those public accounts were managed by the company, and even the blogs they had used were all canceled. After he was reborn, he even forgot that he still had a blog account.

The page popped up, and the latest content was the photo of him feeding stray cats last year.

Cen Feng clicked into the message area.

Finally I know where all the 99+ news comes from.

It’s all an ID called “God picks stars for you”.
To be continued...