TL: hi guys ( ^_^)／, new project here, got permission from nuffian to continue translating this,
During the time when Xu Zhaixing learned the sad news, although she knew very well in heart heart that death couldn’t bring people back to life.
But she still begged and cried to God to let him live again, to bring him back and live again.
For countless nights, she begged and begged.
As long as he lives.
She don’t want him to become popular, she doesn’t need him to have resources, traffic1, or fame. She doesn’t want anything.
As long he lives peacefully in this world.
While crying and praying, she wished all of it, though she knew it was a wishful thinking.
Every day, every minute, every second, it was like a blunt knife sawing her heart back and forth, from pain to collapse, from collapse to despair.
And never thought the one day, this wish would really come true.
Until the figure disappeared around the corner of the street, Xu Zhaixing finally found control of her body, wiped a handful of tears on her face, and ran up with her schoolbag.
Cen Feng was standing on the side of the street waiting for the traffic light.
Xu Zhaixing didn’t dare to get to close, and stopped ten meters behind him.
At this time, Cen Feng was already very tall, but he was a little thin. His sweater was wide and loose on his body, his hands were on his pocket. Just like a teenager on a manga2.
Many people next to him were staring, but he ignored it all, he was staring at the ground with his head hanging, and cold aura of indifference surrounds him.
Xu Zhaixing’ heart almost jumped out of her throat, her fingers were tightly holding her schoolbag, her eyes that was already red was threatening to cry again but held herself back.
My baby is still alive, why am crying!!
I should be happy!!
I shouldn’t cry!!
When Cen Feng walked she would walked, when Cen Feng stop she would also stop. She was muddleheaded and at dazed while following Cen Fen all the way.
Finally Cen Feng stopped in the triangle area on the corner Night Market Street.
Xu Zhaixing stood across the road, looking at him.
She watched him as he removed the guitar from his back, places the guitar cover on the ground and then started singing while playing the guitar.
Someone passed by and threw a piece of change in the guitar cover in front of him.
He nodded slightly as a-thank you.
Xu Zhaixing finally came back to her senses.
In front her, Cen Feng was singing and playing the guitar.
Her complicated and confusing feelings became even more complicated.
She never heard that Zhongtian permits their trainees to sell their talent on the street before and neither did it was mentioned on variety shows nor documentary films.
What is going on?
Why would my dear brother sell her talents on a night market?
And on such a cold day!!!
Zhongtian you actually kicked my baby out to sell her talent! You’re dead! I’ll never forgive you!
Xu Zhaixing was trembling with anger and distressed.
After Cen Feng finished playing two songs, she finally prepared herself mentally, took a deep breath and gathered the courage to walk over.
Step by step, she was getting closer and closer to him.
Those facial features that was in carved into her blood and bone marrow gradually became clearer in her eyes.
He stood under the street lamp with the guitar in his arms.
The dim light outlined the upright lines of his body, and his facial features, which were later called the face of the sky, it has not yet matured but was already beautiful and was ready to appear at the call3.
But his expression was indifferent, as if he didn’t care what he was singing, what he was playing, or if passerby were watching him or not, and or how many money he got.
Inexplicably, Xu Zhixing’s heart trembled.
She walked up to him.
She had never been this close to him before.
Cen Feng still did not raised his eyes, he looked down and plucked the strings with his long and slender fingers. His fingertips were lined the strings with a cold light.
After the song ended, Cen Feng raised his eyes and saw girl, full of tears.
He looked so sad.
When Cen Feng looked up, she tried to squeeze out a smile and whispered.
“Bother, you sing so well.”
He then lowered his head again and played the next song.
From the beginning to end, he never saw him smiled.
Xu Zhixing finally saw the indifference and coldness in the depth of his eyes.
Why.. what’s the reason?
traffic1– flow of data within the entire internet, literal meaning for traffic, if more traffic means more views
appear at the call3– on the verge of coming out into the open; (of a person’s choice etc) on the point of being disclosed; (of an artistic depiction) vividly portrayed