During the time when I learned the bad news, even though I knew very well that there is no resurrection after death, I spent countless late nights crying and begging God to let him live.

As long as he lives.

We don’t want him to be popular, we don’t want resources, he doesn’t want traffic, he doesn’t want fame, we don’t want anything else.

As long as he lives peacefully in this world.

While I was crying and praying, I knew that it was all just wishful thinking.

Every day, every minute, every second, it was like a dull knife cutting her heart back and forth, causing her to collapse and despair.

I never thought that one day, this wish would really come true.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared around the corner of the street that Xu Zhaixing finally regained control of his body, wiped the tears from his face, and ran up grabbing his schoolbag.

Cen Feng stood on the street waiting for the traffic light.

Xu Zhaixing didn't dare to get close and stopped ten meters behind him.

At this time, Cen Feng was already very tall, but slightly thinner. His sweater was loosely covering his body, and he stood indifferently with his hands in his pockets, like a boy from a cartoon.

Many people around him were looking at him, but he turned a blind eye and still stared at the ground with his head lowered. There was an air of indifference about him that kept strangers away.

Xu Zhaixing's heart almost jumped out of his throat. His fingers were tightly gripping the strap of his schoolbag. His eyes turned red many times, but she had to hold them back.

The baby is still alive! Why cry? You should be happy! Don’t cry!!!

She walked when Cen Feng left, and she stopped when Cen Feng stopped. She just followed him in a daze, feeling sad and happy, and finally Cen Feng stopped in the triangle area at the corner of Night Market Street.

Xu Zhaixing stood across the road and looked at him.

Watch him take off the guitar from his back, put the guitar cover on the ground, then start singing while holding the guitar.

Someone passed by and threw a change into the guitar case in front of him.

He nodded slightly as a thank you.

Xu Zhaixing finally came to his senses.

Cen Feng is playing, singing and performing.

For a time, the complicated and confusing mood became even more complicated.

She had never heard that Zhongtian asked trainees to perform on the streets. Neither the troupe nor the documentary mentioned this matter. What on earth was going on?

Why does my brother come out to perform as a performer?

Such a cold day!!!

Zhongtian, you actually kicked my baby out to perform as a performer! You are dead! You and I are irreconcilable!

Xu Zhaixing was shaking with anger, angry and distressed. After Cen Feng finished playing two songs, she finally prepared herself mentally, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to walk over.

Step by step, we are getting closer and closer to him.

The facial features engraved in her blood and bone marrow gradually became clear in her eyes.

He stood under the streetlight with his guitar in his arms, and the dim yellow light outlined the tall and straight lines of his body. His facial features, which were later said to be incredible, had not yet grown, but his beauty was already ready to be revealed.

But his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care no matter what he was singing or playing, how people passing by looked at him, or how much money he paid.

Inexplicably, Xu Zhaixing's heart trembled.

She had already walked up to him.

No matter before or now, she has never been so close to him.

Cen Feng still didn't raise his eyes, he lowered his eyes and plucked the strings, his fingers were long and slender, and his fingertips glowed coldly against the strings.

After a song was played, he raised his eyes and saw the girl opposite with tears streaming down his face.

She looked so sad, but when he looked up, she tried hard to smile. She whispered in a low voice: "Brother, you sing so beautifully."

He replied: "Thank you."

He lowered his head again and played the next song.

From beginning to end, he never smiled.

Xu Zhaixing finally saw his eyes and the indifference deep in his pupils.

Why is this happening?

They love their laughing and warmest brother the most.

Has he been so unhappy since a long time ago? Has all his smiles and warmth been an illusion since they saw him?

Xu Zhaixing burst into tears for a moment.

The sound of sobbing finally caught Cen Feng's attention.

He frowned, pressed the strings with his palms, and raised his head. The street lantern illuminated his cold eye sockets, which not only did not add any warmth, but instead gave him a layer of alienation.

Xu Zhaixing didn't want to cry anymore, but she couldn't control it.

The passers-by who were watching were curious and talking a lot.

Xu Zhaixing covered his face and sobbed until he hiccupped: "It's so... so embarrassing... I'm sorry... oooh, oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry... Brother, I'm sorry..."

She didn't know what she was sorry for.

But I'm sorry, so many words, so many emotions, all turned into a word of sorry.

She was crying like this. Cen Feng's art could no longer be sold. If it sold any more, the police would come to question her.

He leaned over and put the dozens of dollars in the box into his pocket, then put the guitar back and put it on his back. He lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were covered with shadows, and even his voice was dull: "Don't cry.

.”

Xu Zhaixing held his breath for a moment and tried not to let tears fall.

He said: "Wait for me here."

Before Xu Zhaixing could react, Cen Feng had already lifted his legs and walked away. She looked at his back blankly, and her brain stopped working. After a few minutes, Cen Feng came back again, holding a cup of hot milk tea in his hand.

He handed it to her and said in an indifferent tone: "Go home."

Xu Zhaixing stared at the cup of milk tea, tears streaming down his face again.

Cen Feng: "…………"

Xu Zhaixing: "…………"

Wow wow wow, this is so embarrassing, so embarrassing.

She took the milk tea, raised her sleeves and wiped it carelessly twice, saying angrily, "Thank you..."

Cen Feng nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Xu Zhaixing hurriedly caught up: "Brother!"

He turned around, there was no impatience on his face, he tilted his head slightly, the sharp line of his jaw was hidden in the night, and it became increasingly cold and inhumane.

Xu Zhaixing held the cup of milk tea, his throat was tight, and he opened and closed his lips several times to make sounds: "Brother, I haven't given you the money yet."

She trotted forward, took out all the money in her pocket, and stuffed it into his hand. After stuffing it, she slurred back and stammered: "These...these money are for you."

, thank you for buying me milk tea, thank you... for singing to me."

Cen Feng lowered his head and looked at the several hundred-dollar bills in his hand, then looked at the helpless girl opposite him, and finally smiled.

The smile was very shallow and fleeting, but Xu Zhaixing saw the familiar warmth in it and was stunned for a moment.

Cen Feng folded the money, walked over and put it back into the hands of Xu Zhaixing, who was still in a daze: "No, go back early."

He turned around and stepped forward. Xu Zhaixing bit his tongue and reminded himself not to lose his composure again. He grabbed his schoolbag and followed him: "My family lives near here, very close! Brother, do you live near here too? Will you come here again in the future?

Want to sing?"

Cen Feng looked at the night ahead: "Yes."

He has long legs and long strides. Xu Zhaixing has to trot to keep up with him: "Brother, are you a street singer? Do you only perform here? Do you go to other places to sing?"

Cen Feng paused, and Xu Zhaixing almost bumped into his back.

He quickly took a few steps back and looked at his expression carefully.

He was still not impatient, but still expressionless. His pupils reflected the flickering night, revealing a bit of twilight that shouldn't belong to his age.

He said again: "Go home."

After saying that, he turned around and crossed the road. This time, Xu Zhaixing didn't follow him.

She watched his thin and deserted back disappear into the night, holding the hot milk tea in her hand that was gradually losing its temperature, and slowly squatted down.

At this time, the brain can finally function normally.

Only then can we think about why the Cen Feng we see now is so different from the person he once was.

It's because Cen Feng, who debuted later, had a warm personality given by the company, which covered up all the pain and scars and only allowed them to see the good side.

Seeing that he is always smiling, I thought he loved to laugh.

Seeing how gentle he is with others, he thinks the world is also gentle towards him.
To be continued...