Small tear bag [entertainment circle]

The tea house was in Ming City, and Shen Wenji accompanied him back home that afternoon.After all, he didn't dare to call Professor Cen until he saw the door of his house.

At that time, Professor Cen was in class, and his mobile phone was left in the office. After class, he saw the missed reminder, and rushed home non-stop while answering the phone.

Shen Wenji also accompanied Chu to wait at the door of the house, "You don't even have the keys to your own house."

"I never went out alone before."

How could I have imagined that there would be today.

Cen Yi anxiously waited for the time to meet his parents, the palms he was holding continued to heat up, and he was sweating profusely from the inside out.

As if he wasn't the only one nervous.

Shen Wenji came with him without saying a word, but he had no idea about facing his teacher again.

It was not like this when we met at the base, because at that time he had no plans for his precious son and was even a little guilty. He just hoped that he could send the little baby home quickly and finish the job.

Who would have expected that one day he would send the family back with his own hands, but he didn't have that idea in his heart.

Cen Yi didn't have that much thought for the time being, he was nervous simply because he was afraid of being scolded.Professor Cen was worried that his son would come back quickly, and he heard that the two were traveling together on the phone, so he was not surprised when they met, so he directly asked them to enter the room quickly.

I haven't seen each other for a month, and when Cen Yi heard his voice, he couldn't help but his eyes flushed. He let go of Shen Wenji's hand without hesitation and threw himself into his father's arms. Sitting on the sofa in a dignified posture that has never been seen before, obediently waiting for the father and son to exchange feelings first.

Professor Cen thought his son was out of his mind, seeing how wronged he was, he was not willing to scold him in pain, so he comforted him by saying that he would cook his favorite dishes at night, so he made time to ask Shen Wenji about his plans.

On the way back, the two had already discussed the same caliber, and Cen Yi said, "He has nowhere to go. Let him live in our house."

At first, Professor Cen thought his son was joking—how could such a big star not even have a place to live, but when he looked up, he saw the big star sitting on the opposite sofa and nodding silently.

"..."

Professor Cen didn't understand.

Not hearing his promise, Shen Wenji was the first to speak uncontrollably, "If it's not convenient... I'll just find a place to live outside."

"Oh no, it's not inconvenient. There is a room at home, so why live outside? What a waste of money."

Only then did Professor Cen say, "I didn't realize it. You two young people...have a hard time."

As an old man, he doesn't understand the twists and turns. He has been on campus for half his life and has never left the academic circle.But a relapse of an old disease and a homeless person, it is too hard for young people nowadays to work hard outside.Professor Cen sighed affectionately, "Wen Ji, do you have any favorite dishes? I will cook for you tonight and make a good meal for you two."

"I can do it."

Shen Wenji secretly relieved himself, "Thank you, Mr. Cen, for your hard work."

"Oh, you're welcome, just call me Lao Cen. I have to thank you very much. You have taken care of us in the past six months."

Professor Cen said, looking for a small trolley for grocery shopping, "I'll go to the vegetable market, you two sit down first, and have a good rest. If you want to eat snacks and fruits, they are all in the old place. I hope you can get them."

"Know it."

Listening to his movements, Cen Yi breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his father was going out, "I thought I was going to be scolded."

Shen Wenji said, "How could he be willing to love you so much."

"Hmph. Probably because I just came back, and it's not time to start scolding me."

"So have you figured out how to deal with it?"

Cen Yi pouted, "I didn't think about it..."

But just coming back here is already very reassuring.If you are scolded, you can be scolded, as long as you don't get kicked out of the house.

The air in the house is different from the outside.He relaxed and stretched himself, moved a few steps to the side and reached the edge of the table accurately, touched the teacup and poured himself a glass of water to moisten his throat.

"This time, let me take you to visit."

In order to make it easier for him to move around freely even when he is out of sight, the furnishings in all parts of the house have not changed for ten years.From the location of the furniture in the room to the location of the snacks and water cups, he is familiar with everything in this house.

If he didn't know that he couldn't see, Shen Wenji wouldn't suspect that there was a problem with his eyesight.Only from the point of view of action, it is clear and smooth, which is no different from ordinary people.

"This is my room."

Cen Yi twisted the handle twice and the door didn't open, "Is it locked?"

"Yeah." Shen Wenji looked carefully, "It's locked with a key. You don't have this key either?"

"I know where to put it."

He turned and walked to the cabinet next to the coffee table, opened the second drawer accurately, took out the key and opened the door, "There used to be children who came to my room to mess with things, and since then my dad never let anyone enter my room casually. It's supposed to be locked when I'm not home."

The room was clean and tidy, cleaned very diligently, ready for him to come back anytime.After carefully tidying up the air, Cen Yi took a deep breath and said in satisfaction, "This is a perfume from my collection. It's selling so well that it's hard to grab it. The smell of white sandalwood makes me calm down. Every time I sleep before I used to spray my pillows with it, but now my dad uses it as an air freshener.”

Perfumes that sell well are often popular because they are the same peripheral series as the pheromone of a certain star.

Shen Wenji was slightly displeased, and inhaled, not feeling that the smell was very pleasant.

But Cen Yi said, "You have been out for so long and haven't released a peripheral perfume. I imagine your smell is the smell of this white sandalwood."

Until he really smelled his own pheromone, "Who would have thought of that? Tsk."

"..."

Shen Wenji walked around his room, and saw that there was a large poster of Dawn's band on the wall beside his bed, where he could see it when he woke up every day.

Give the poster a face, and don't bother with him about pheromones.

"There is a door here, which can be opened directly to the next room, a place where even my dad would not bother."

This time it was unlocked, Cen Yi pushed open the door and proudly showed, "It's my studio."

This is where he usually spends the most time at home.The basic equipment is well-equipped, and the production of a whole song can be completed here, whether it is recording or arranging.

Sure enough, Shen Wenji was also most interested in this place, and sat down to carefully visit his small studio, "Let's listen to what you did."

"Only the previous ones. I haven't made a complete song since I went to the base."

Cen Yi thought for a while, "I also recorded a lot of touching, do you want to listen?"

He also likes to use audio recordings to record his life, which is similar to Shen Wenji's habit of naming audio files with dates, just like another form of diary.He didn't remember what was inside before he randomly clicked on it, and occasionally he would get a surprise when he played it back.

To save trouble, Shen Wenji casually cut off a month's worth of songs and dragged them into the playlist to listen to one by one.Most of it is the melody he hummed, and he recorded the inspiration that happened by chance in real time. There are also clips where he is working or playing while recording. How come my husband is so handsome.

Cen Yi: "..."

Very loud sound.

The problem of talking to myself when I am alone is about to be quit.

Thankfully I can't see it now.Cen Yi thought to himself that since Shen Wenji is very calm, then I should be calm too, and everyone will act as if nothing happened and didn't hear anything.

Shen Wenji was not as calm as he thought, but at least he was at someone's house, and he couldn't do anything worse than a beast, so he didn't go back and listen to it again because he was dragged down by the last bit of burden left.

When he heard the last day of this month, he asked aloud, "Your birthday is at the end of December?"

Cen Yi nodded, "Yes."

At the beginning of this day's recording, Professor Cen was singing Happy Birthday to him.

Shen Wenji suddenly wanted to know what he was doing on the same day, and looked from his cloud backup to see if he had also recorded his voice that day, and he actually found it.

Cen Yi curiously leaned over to listen together.Perhaps the mobile phone playback is a bit distorted, the sound is blurred, and no clear information is conveyed.Only intermittent and irregular breathing, heavy urn sound, like panting and sighing.

The two looked at each other.Cen Yi was the first to hear, "You seem to be crying."

"..."

Shen Wenji just wanted to say "what are you thinking", but suddenly his memory was awakened.

That day was the last time Qin Xiao came to the studio before going abroad.Before leaving, I told them that I planned to settle down all year round and never return to China, so I had a big fight with him.They both said a lot of hurtful things to each other.

Because I am too familiar, if I want to poke the pain point, I always hit it with precision and leave no room for it.Shen Wenji remembered that he was so angry that day that he smashed a lot of things, and the other people in the studio didn't even dare to come forward to comfort him, they all stayed away from him.

In the end, I locked myself in the recording studio and calmed down. I accidentally touched the switch, and when I found it, I turned it off and didn't care.The audio is automatically archived, and it has never been called out to listen to it.

It is impossible for Cen Yi to know something that he doesn't even remember, but he can recognize such vague sobs more delicately than him.Like a little monster who can easily read people's hearts.

But as a mammoth, it is impossible to cry.

Shen Wenji immediately turned off the audio, and forced his respect without changing his expression.

"It could also be that I'm watching some little movie that's not suitable for children. Children don't listen to these useless things."

"..."

Since he didn't have to be Teacher Shen, the speed of the car has been getting faster and faster.

Cen Yi said a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I want to see it too."

If there are resources, of course everyone should share them together!

"..."

Shen Wenji realized that he really underestimated him.Just in time for Professor Cen to come back after shopping for vegetables, he went out to help and then took advantage of the opportunity to expose the problem.

Professor Cen still felt that it was in the way, so he asked to help wash the vegetables, and quickly drove them out of the kitchen.Shen Wenji continued to visit the living room.The old-school Chinese decoration style of Cen Yi's house is a rare classic but not dull and old-fashioned. It was the home carefully designed and decorated by the hostess before her death.The overall pattern has remained unchanged for more than ten years, only some small objects have been added continuously.

There is an old-fashioned record player on the porch shelf, and the two boxes next to it are filled with records and albums.The music genres are widely distributed, most of which are the solo albums of Dawn and Shen Wenji. In addition, another domestic singer-songwriter with the most appearance rate is famous for his talent. In recent years, he has produced works all the time. A treasure singer who has entered the public eye.

Shen Wenji took out one casually, "Qu Xian?"

Cen Yi pricked up his ears, as if he was familiar with the tone, "Do you know him?"

"I've seen it twice."

"Really! What do you think of him then?"

"The song is not bad, people don't know."

Shen Wenji glanced at him, a little dissatisfied with his sudden agitated reaction, "Do you like him?"

"Of course! He's my other old—"

The atmosphere changed subtly in an instant.

Cen Yi was keenly aware of it, and changed his words to save his life, "Old... the singer-songwriter who I paid attention to a long time ago, ha."

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