The Entertainment Circle is Mine

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During the time when I heard the bad news, even though I knew very well that people could not be resurrected from the dead, they cried and begged God to let him come back to life in countless late nights.

as long as he lives.

We don't want him to be popular, we don't want resources, we don't want traffic, we don't want fame, we don't want anything.

As long as he lives in this world in peace.

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

Every day, every minute, every second, like a dull knife, sawing her heart back and forth, it hurts to the point of collapse and 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 Zhexing finally regained control of his body, wiped the tears from his face, and ran up with his schoolbag.

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

Xu Zhexing did not dare to approach, and stopped ten meters behind him.

At this time, Cen Feng was already very tall, but he was only slightly thin. The sweater was loosely draped over his body, and he stood indifferently with his hands in his pockets, like a teenager walking out of a cartoon.

Many people around him were looking at him, but he turned a blind eye, still staring at the ground with his head down, with a cold aura that no strangers should approach.

Xu Zhaixing's heart almost jumped out of his throat, his fingers tightly grasped the strap of his schoolbag, his eyes reddened many times, but she was choked back.

Baby is still alive! What are you crying about, you should be happy! Don't cry! ! !

When Cen Feng walked, she also walked, and when Cen Feng stopped, she also stopped, so she followed all the way in a dizzy, sad and happy way, and finally Cen Feng stopped at the triangle area at the corner of the night market street.

Xu Zhexing 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 start singing while holding the guitar.

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

He nodded slightly as a thank you.

Xu Zhexing finally reacted.

Cen Feng is playing and singing.

For a time, the complicated and chaotic mood became more complicated.

She hadn't heard that Zhongtian let the trainees go to the street to sell art, and neither the troupe nor the documentaries mentioned it. What happened?

Why does my brother come out to show off?

Such a cold day! ! !

Zhongtian, you actually kicked my baby out to show off! you are dead! I don't share the sky with you!

Xu Zhaixing was trembling with anger, angry and distressed. After Cen Feng finished playing two songs, she finally prepared herself mentally, 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 blood and bone marrow gradually became clear in her eyes.

He stood under the street lamp with his guitar in his arms, and the dim yellow light outlined the tall and straight lines of his body. The facial features, which were later called the anti-sky value, had not yet developed, but they were beautiful but ready to show.

But his expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care no matter what he was singing, playing, how passersby watched, and how much money he gave.

Inexplicably, Xu Zhexing's heart trembled.

She had 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 fiddled with the strings, his fingers were slender, and the fingertips lined the strings, showing a cold light.

When he finished playing a song, he looked up and saw the girl across from tears.

She looked so sad, but when he looked up, he tried to squeeze out a smile. She whispered softly, Brother, you sing really well.

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, the indifference deep in his pupils.

Why is this so?

They love to laugh the warmest brother.

Could it be that he has been so unhappy since a long, long time ago? Could it be that since they saw him, all his smiles and warmth had been an illusion?

Xu Zhexing burst into tears for a moment.

This sob finally caught Cen Feng's attention.

He frowned, his palms pressed against the strings, and raised his head, the road lantern glared at his icy eye sockets, not only did not add a touch of warmth, but a layer of alienation.

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

The onlookers were curious and talked a lot.

Xu Zhaixing covered his face and sobbed until he hiccupped: It's really... shameful... I'm sorry... woo woo I'm sorry... brother, I'm sorry...

She didn't know what she was sorry for.

But I'm sorry, a lot of words, a lot of emotions, and finally turned into a sorry.

She cried so much that Cen Feng's art could no longer be sold, and the police should come over and question him if she sold it again.

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

Xu Zhexing held his breath, trying not to let the tears fall.

Wait for me here, he said.

Before Xu Zhexing could react, Cen Feng had already lifted his legs and walked away. She stared blankly at his back, her brain was temporarily on fire. A few minutes later, Cen Feng came back again, his hand

holding a cup of hot milk tea.

He handed it to her and said indifferently, Go home.

Xu Zhaixing stared at the cup of milk tea, and tears came down again.

Cen Feng: ...

Xu Zhaixing: ...

Woohoo, what a shame, really shameful.

She took the milk tea, raised her sleeves and wiped it twice, and said in a stern voice, Thank you...

Cen Feng nodded slightly, then turned around and left.

Xu Zhexing hurried to catch up: Brother!

He turned his head back with no impatience on his face, turned his head slightly, and the sharp line of his lower jaw was hidden in the night, becoming more and more inhumanely cold.

Xu Zhaixing held the milk tea cup, 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 trotted two steps forward, took out all the money in her pocket, and stuffed it into his hands. After he finished stuffing it, he hurriedly returned it, stammering: These... these money are for you, thank you for buying me milk tea, thank you... sing for me.

Cen Feng looked down at several hundred-yuan bills in his hand, and then looked at the bewildered girl across from him, and finally smiled.

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

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

He turned around and walked, Xu Zhexing bit his tongue, reminding himself not to lose his temper again, and followed by dragging his schoolbag: My family lives near here, it's very close! Brother, do you live here too? 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 Jiexing has to trot to keep up with him: Brother, are you a wandering singer? Are you only performing here? Will you go to other places to sing?

Cen Feng's footsteps stopped, and Xu Zhexing almost bumped into his back.

He quickly took a few steps back and watched him carefully.

He was still not impatient, but he still had no expression, his pupils reflected the flickering night, revealing a bit of gloom that should not belong to his age.

He said again: Go home.

After speaking, he turned and crossed the road. This time, Xu Zhexing did not follow him.

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

Only then can the brain finally function normally.

Only then can I think about why the Cen Feng I see now is so different from the one who used to be.

It's because Cen Feng, who made his debut later, covered all the pain and scars with the warm personality given by the company, and only allowed them to see the good side.

Seeing him always smiling, I thought he liked to laugh.

Seeing that he treats people kindly, he thinks the world treats him kindly too.

In fact, it was already riddled with holes.

The darkness that came out was just the tip of the iceberg, and no one could empathize with what he experienced.

Xu Zhexing squatted on the ground for a long time, and finally looked up in the direction he left.

There's nothing wrong with that.

This kind of wind is also very good.

She can do nothing about what has happened, but the future will definitely be in her hands.

Xu Zhaixing stood up, pounding his numb legs, and returned to the hotel with milk tea. The next day she got up early and went to wait outside the dormitory early in the morning, wanting to peek at him again, but she didn't see Cen Feng come out until 12 noon.

Just take a taxi to the airport.

Before leaving, I found a courier shop and packaged and sent home the untouched cup of milk tea that Cen Feng bought for her.

After the airport security check, she called Cheng You and asked about the situation at home. Cheng You heard that she was about to board the plane back to S City, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, Nothing was revealed, when I got home last night, I told my mother that you were going home, and your mother didn't call to ask, everything is in intend!

After speaking, he said excitedly: Zhi Xing, have you seen Cen Feng? How is it? Did you go out to play?

She smiled: Yes, he even played the guitar for me.

Cheng You made a fuss: Wow! You are so happy! He actually can play the guitar, just thinking about it, he is so handsome!

After chatting a few words, he was about to board the plane. Xu Zhexing hung up the phone and started rushing homework after getting on the plane. When he got to S city, he finally finished his weekend homework.

The next day, the cup of milk tea she had returned from city B by express also arrived.

Xu Zhaixing happily put the milk tea with the straw on the bedside, watching it every day, touching it every morning when he wakes up, and touching it every night when he goes to bed, thinking that it was bought for her by Aidou Milk tea just melts my heart.

As a result, when I came home from school two days later, the milk tea was gone.

Xu Zhai Xinghuo hurriedly went to her mother: Mom, where's the milk tea by my bed!

Mother Xu was curled up on the sofa downstairs to watch TV. Hearing her question, she gave her an unhappy look: I haven't asked you yet! What are you doing with the sour milk tea on the bedside table?! I had a diarrhea all day. It's gone!

Xu Zhaixing: Mom!!!

I am so hard.

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