After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

The night is soft and the stars are twinkling.

The mountain wind blowing slowly from a distance turned a corner here, lingered on Cen Nian's strings for a while, and slowly drifted away with the melody.

The song is over.

From the melody, Cen Nian suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

——He needs inspiration to play the violin, but just now, that melody came to mind spontaneously, and he didn't think much about it at all.

So much so that I didn't react until this moment...

Isn't this starflos? !

If it's just the main melody, it's fine. It can be said that I heard it by chance, and it's a blessing to my soul.However, some details in his performance are exactly the same as those written in Fu Ran's score in his previous life!

Cen Nian didn't go to see Fu Ran, but his heart fluttered uneasily.

He put down his bow and gave the closing salute to all the guests.

While bowing his head, Cen Nian's brain started to run at high speed.

At the same time, the original violinist also solved his personal problems and returned.He patted Cen Nian on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.

Many guests applauded spontaneously, and some blew him kisses.What's more, a Caucasian woman who was sitting at the table next to her walked over coquettishly, stuffed a room card into Cen Nian's hand, winked at him, and said 'call'.

The smile on Fu Ran's face faded.

Cen Nian "..."

He returned the card dumbfounded, and said goodbye to the violinist.

Then, Cen Nian mentally revised the draft he had just thought up before walking to his seat.

"Senior," Cen Nian put the juice on the table, looked at Fu Ran, and smiled, "How is it, does it sound good?"

He raised his chin slightly, like a kitten who had bathed himself and was waiting for his master to praise him. The pride in his eyes was almost hidden, and his whiskers were raised.

"Good to hear."

Fu Ran looked at Cen Nian, smiled gently, and said.

"that's it?"

Cen Nian sighed with regret.

"The song," Fu Ran called the waiter to refill Cen Nian's cold dinner plate, and commented, "The song is well written."

Cen Nian "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I didn't write the song," Cen Nian muttered, biting his straw, "I heard it by accident last night."

"Ok, I know."

Fu Ran took over the new steak from the waiter and began to cut it, Tai Ruo said naturally, "I wrote it."

Cen Nian "..."

Cen Nian took a sip of orange juice and almost choked on the ice.

Fu Ran has changed, really changed.

"Of course." Fu Ran pushed the cut steak in front of Cen Nian, looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "The performance is also very good."

Cen Nian touched his nose, "Thank you."

Cen Nian put a small piece of ice between his teeth, licked it, and his brain started to spin again.

"Senior," Cen Nian smiled as the ice melted and asked, "Just now, did it meet your expectations?"

"Huh?" Fu Ran's fork paused, and he looked up at him, "What expectations?"

"A piece played on the violin."

With these words, Cen Nian set up a trap.

In his previous life, Fu Ran added the melody of the violin later, so he must have had such an expectation about the effect of the violin in his heart.

Before Cen Nian asked this question, he guessed many of Fu Ran's answers.

If he answered 'very in line with expectations', he stepped on the trap...Of course, Fu Ran couldn't be so stupid.

If it is 'never expected', there is no silver 300 taels here.

if--

Hearing such an endless question, Fu Ran frowned.

He seemed to think about it carefully, and said seriously

"Do not."

Cen Nian's heartbeat stagnated, he took a sip of juice calmly, and asked

"Oh?"

"It simply exceeded my expectations." Fu Ran smiled gently, "Cen Nian, I didn't know you could play the violin before, and you can play it so well."

Fu Ran praised sincerely, with a serious and focused expression.

Cen Nian and him looked at each other for a while, but couldn't see any sign of lying.

"Thank you."

Cen Nian was silent for a moment, smiled, raised his juice glass and touched Fu Ran's wine glass lightly.

At the same time, he secretly ground his teeth.

This is not normal.

——No, if Fu Ran is not reborn, this is indeed the most normal answer.

At this time, Fu Ran hadn't known Cen Nian for long.And Cen Nian injured his hand after joining the group, never played the violin in front of Fu Ran, and never talked about such things, Fu Ran didn't know it was normal.

Moreover, before rebirth, Fu Ran never wrote the starflos violin score at all. When it comes to 'anticipation', the first thing that comes to mind is indeed not the issue of 'starflos violin version performance'.

There was a crisp sound when the glasses collided.

The eyes of the two looked at each other back and forth in the air, and soon moved away in a very tacit understanding.

Cen Nian knew that this round, he was at a disadvantage again.

They seem to be sitting on one side of a chess game, holding pieces, and thinking about how to move next.But this is not just a simple game of chess.

Because, Cen Nian didn't even know if there was such a chess player playing against him on the other side of the chessboard.Moreover, just now, when he finished playing starflos, he was already at a disadvantage and lost a piece first.

He didn't know whether Fu Ran was holding the chess pieces, and in what capacity he was playing the game.However, after that starflos, if Fu Ran sat opposite the chessboard, he might have already doubted Cen Nian's identity, or even confirmed it.

but……

Cen Nian shook the glass, heard the sound of ice cubes colliding, and averted his eyes.

Losing a son first may not be an opportunity.

Just like the message he sent to Fu Ran through Gu Yan when he had tea with Gu Yan before.

"Senior," Cen Nian put down his glass, looked at Fu Ran, and said word by word, "This song is very nice, is it improvised?"

Fu Ran stared at Cen Nian steadfastly, and after a while, he smiled softly and shook his head.

Outside the glass wall behind him is a whole field of brilliant stars.Fu Ran put down the knife and fork, and whispered

"No, it's called starflos."

"starflos? A stream of stars?" Cen Nian's eyes darkened.He stared closely at Fu Ran, paused, and asked, "Did the inspiration come from the starry sky?"

Fu Ran smiled again and shook his head.He looked at Cen Nian and said word by word

"Inspired by a child."

"I wanted to give this song to him, but I couldn't find the right time."

Cen Nian's eyes darkened.

Word for word.

Except for the difference in place and time, every word Fu Ran answered, and even the details of his expression, were exactly the same as in his memory, without any flaws.Is this a coincidence, is it Fu Ran's deliberate action, or...

"kid?"

Cen Nian was silent for a moment, and suggested with a smile, "How about...when she grows up, play it to her at her wedding?"

Hearing this, Fu Ran was startled and looked at him quietly.

"Let me say it casually, if—"

"Do not."

Fu Ran shook his head.

At the same time, Cen Nian tightened his grip on the glass.

A smile slowly formed in Fu Ran's eyes, gentle and unbelievably handsome.With his back to the starry sky, he said

"That's a great idea, thank you."

"but……"

Fu Ran lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said, "I want to add the violin part, Cen Nian, can I borrow what you just did?"

"..."

"Of course." Cen Nian said.

There are no flaws.

At least Cen Nian didn't find out.

It stands to reason that if there is no special change, people's attitude towards a matter should be the same.Although, in this life, Fu Ran's attitude has changed since the beginning, but that is probably due to the butterfly effect caused by Cen Nian's change.

But at this time, in the previous life and this life, Fu Ran's attitude when Cen Nian asked about 'starflos' was indeed exactly the same, even the words did not change.

It could also be that Fu Ran is 'playing himself'.

However, is this actually feasible?Besides, assuming that Fu Ran just learned that Cen Nian was reborn, would he be able to adjust his state and enter the role in such a short time?

No, not right.

Others may not be able to do it, but with Fu Ran's acting skills and responsiveness, it is possible.

When did he start acting?From the first second he finishes playing and returns to the dinner table?

Or he wasn't playing at all and really didn't know anything.

or……

Cen Nian's mind was a little confused.

Until the end of the meal, Cen Nian threw several traps without a trace, and Fu Ran calmly responded to them one by one, naturally and truthfully.

Even later, Cen Nian began to suspect that everything was due to his superfluous thoughts.

Fu Ran sent him to the door of the hotel room.

"Cen Nian."

Cen Nian turned around and put the room card into the card slot.Behind him, Fu Ran suddenly stopped him.

"what happened?"

Cen Nian turned his head, and someone touched his forehead suddenly.

Fu Ran tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, looked at Cen Nian worriedly, and asked

"Are you feeling unwell? Or do you have a fever?"

The door of the room has not been opened yet, and Fu Ran arrives in front of Cen Nian, the space is not that spacious

Fu Ran leaned a little too close.

He bent slightly and looked at Cen Nian with concern.With one hand still on his forehead, it looks like—

"ah!"

"Shh, don't ruin other people's good things."

It was the voices of the two supporting actresses in the same group.

Cen Nian "..."

good thing?

Cen Nian gritted his teeth.

The two actresses walked away.But Fu Ran still watched him tenderly and worriedly, and whispered

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it alone. How did you say so many strange things tonight?"

"Cen Nian, you..."

"Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Cen Nian narrowed his eyes.

The lights in the corridor were not bright, and the moonlight came through the window behind Fu Ran, illuminating Cen Nian's eyes brightly and clearly.

Cen Nian looked at Fu Ran for a while, then smiled

"Senior, I don't have a fever."

Fu Ran frowned and asked

"is it?"

"Ah."

In the next second, Cen Nian pulled Fu Ran's hand from his forehead, and at the same time, lightly tugged on his tie, making Fu Ran lower his head.

Then, Cen Nian stood on tiptoe and touched Fu Ran's forehead with his own.

The tip of his nose was small and round, brushing against Fu Ran's lips and bridge of nose like a dragonfly.When the foreheads touched, Cen Nian kept his eyes open, taking in all the surprise, desire, and danger in Fu Ran's eyes that he hadn't had time to hide for a moment.

Cen Nian smiled indistinctly.

"..."

Fu Ran took a breath.

He watched Cen Nian silently, with dangerous eyes.

And Cen Nian didn't seem to notice it.He stood on tiptoe and whispered in Fu Ran's ear

"Senior, look, I really don't have a fever."

Before Fu Ran could react, Cen Nian opened the door, left a perfunctory 'good night', and slipped in through the crack of the door.

The door closed in front of Fu Ran.

Fu Ran "..."

He lowered his eyelids and was silent for a moment.

The moonlight lingered at his feet gently and quietly.

Fu Ran's fingertips unconsciously touched his lips.

When he realized what he was doing, he smiled dumbly and put down his hands.

It seemed to be rubbed by some small animal, and it seemed to be licked casually and mischievously by a little raccoon cat.

Fu Ran turned and entered the elevator, thinking.

Fortunately, Cen Nian did not choose to test him just now.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for him to guarantee... that he would not reveal any flaws.

Cen Nian threw himself into the bed and remained silent for a while.

He is a little depressed.

Maybe it was the wrong first step, and the more he tried to stabilize the situation and win back, the more chaotic he was and the wrong steps he took.

"Ugh."

After half an hour, Cen Nian hunched under the covers, stretched out a hand, and took the tablet from the bedside table.

He huddled under the quilt, as if he secretly did bad things without telling the adults when he was a child, and there was only a little light from the tablet in the whole quilt.Cen Nian opened the app store, downloaded an anonymous chat software at random, and after a bunch of inexplicable registration procedures, he chose a pleasing one from a bunch of unfamiliar avatars.

——The profile picture of the other party is a handmade violin, which is obviously still a semi-finished product, but somehow attracted Cen Nian.

"Hi [smile]."

Cen Nian took the initiative to say.

Unlike many of his peers, he seldom chats with others online, at most he chats with Wei Yan.In his previous life, Weibo was not managed by himself, but mostly handed over to the team and the agent.

It took a while for the other party to reply.

"Hello."

Ok……

Cen Nian touched his chin.

This lukewarm answer gave him a sense of security.He doesn't like people who are enthusiastic and ask questions when they come up.

Rather, from the original intention when he pressed the 'download' button, he just wanted to find a quiet stranger to talk to, and he didn't expect to get any opinions.

The two chatted briefly.

The other party didn't talk much, and he was clearly on the Internet, but somehow he gave Cen Nian a sense of 'politeness', with a sense of propriety.

Cen Nian was very satisfied with this.

Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, Cen Nian thought that the other party should be quite old.At least thirty and up?

"uncle,"

Cen Nian pondered for a moment, pressed the button on the screen, and entered

"Are you married? Are the kids in school?"

At the same time, in a room on the next floor.The man put down the book, looked at the sentence on the screen, and couldn't help laughing.

He thought about it and typed

"No."

"That's it."

Cen Nian thought for a while and said, "Can you chat with me?"

"of course."

"That's right," Cen Nian hesitated, and said, "There is such a person."

"Ah."

"I used to like him."

"Before?" The other party was obviously very good at finding key points.

"Yes," Cen Nian thought typing was slow, so he switched to voice input, "Let's put it this way, assuming he has two personalities, I'll refer to these two personalities as a and b for short."

"..."

"Ol." The other party replied after a while.

"Hahahahaha." Cen Nian laughed, and continued, "Assuming that the two personalities are completely independent, they have nothing to do with each other."

"Ah."

"Personality a has hurt me, but I—like b, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life with b."

"Ah."

"But now, I'm in contact with him, and I can't be sure whether he is a or b now."

The other party did not reply after a long time.

Cen Nian was impatient, he slipped and didn't reply, so he cut out to play Fruit Ninja for a while.When I switch back again, the reply has already come.

"What if he is a?"

Cen Nian hardly thought, and typed:

"Then I will stop the loss in time."

"..."

The other party thought for a while and asked, "Is it unforgivable for what A has done to you?"

"Unforgivable," Cen Nian said firmly, "Never."

The other party fell into a long silence.

"And," Cen Nian changed his posture, held up the tablet, and typed, "If he is A, I suspect that he has already noticed that I am testing him. Unfortunately, A's acting skills are very good. At least I can't find any flaws."

Above the chat box, the words 'the other party is typing' are displayed.

The person opposite was obviously thinking and typing, intermittently, and after a few minutes, he sent a long message.

"Actually, what does it matter to you whether he is a or b? Have you ever heard of Schrödinger's cat? He can be b if you want, and you never need to know the truth. Or rather, the truth It will be the one that pleases everyone the most.”

"There are not so many perfect things in this world. Is it really that important that he is b, or that he is a pretending to be b?"

The tone of the other party seemed to be persuasive.

"Year," the other party called out the nickname Cen Nian filled in when he registered, and continued, "So many people live their lives in a muddle. It's hard for you—"

"I don't."

Cen Nian looked at the screen and input into the voice, saying every word

"I don't want to be like them."

He said it like a child in a fit of anger.

However, in a certain room not far away, the man could not laugh at all when he saw such a line of writing.

His fingers tapped on the table, his fingertips were a little pale.

"fi,"'fi' is the other person's nickname, Cen Nian paused, and then typed, "Accepting a, to me, is like murdering my past self. Do you understand? It's like taking my past self Soaked in formalin with my own hands, watched him sink a little bit, and I turned and walked away, he was still struggling inside, calling my name in the nightmare."

The other party did not speak for a long time.

Cen Nian also fell silent.

He looked at the screen and was suddenly discouraged.he typed

"Sorry, it's rude to say that, but I don't like you very much."

After all, he cut into the address book interface and deleted the friend.

After finishing all this, Cen Nian casually threw the tablet aside and smashed it into the bed on his back.

He looked at the ceiling, sighed long, and closed his eyes.

In another room not far away.

Looking at the line of words, the man felt a little stiff all over.

—'I don't like you very much. '

He wants to send something more, but the system prompts him

'Sorry, you have been removed from the address book by the other party. '

He was silent for a while, then smiled.

It turned out that Cen Nian still wouldn't like him even after changing his identity and name and not even being able to see him face-to-face, just chatting a few words on the anonymous software.

He also hopes that he is the Fu Ran who knew nothing and did nothing ten years ago.

From head to toe, I came according to Cen Nian's hope, filmed with him, accompanied him to the playground on weekends, and when I sent him back to the room, I planted a goodnight kiss on his forehead with peace of mind.Then, on a certain sunny day in the future, she got down on one knee, took out the ring, and proposed to Cen Nian.

But he can't.

He's a thief, a shameful liar, and he's full of lies.

But this lie has to be told.

He only hoped that Cen Nian would never discover this lie.

But this was too cruel for Cen Nian.

Fu Ran looked at the thousands of stars outside the window, and there was an indescribable bitterness between his lips and teeth.

He drank the wine in the glass silently.

Three in the morning.

Cen Nian was woken up by the alarm clock he set.

He rubbed his eyes in a daze, looking at the file sent to his mailbox, he was a little dazed for a while.

The note on the file reads 'Nordinga Hotel, Room 1829, 230~2:51. '

Cen Nian pinched the bridge of his nose and woke up.

This is a special monitor he asked his college classmates to make.He installed it in the actress's room, and when it detected a key word, it would automatically listen and send the file to his cell phone.

Cen Nian looked around and clicked on the file.

He listened, his eyes narrowed.

"Tomorrow's cruise party, sister Yu said, she wants to take us to try new products, and then discuss... the birthday party."

"Okay. What time is it tomorrow?"

"The cruise ship departs at [-]:[-] in the morning, and it's at the pier in the south. Remember to bring extra money, the high seas..."

What followed was all kinds of meaningless discussions.Cen Nian paused the audio, thought for a while, and dialed a number

"Jack, is your family a cook?"

Jack was the violinist. He was still in college, and he played the violin for pocket money in his spare time. In fact, his father was the chef of a famous local restaurant.Every time there is a celebrity banquet here, his father will host it.

"Yeah," Jack obviously didn't sleep, he seemed to be clubbing, and there was a lot of noise in the background.He yelled at Cen Nian, "What are you doing? He's going to sea tomorrow, what kind of... party?"

Jack muttered something.

"Oh," Cen Nian leaned back and said slowly, "You owe me a favor, remember? Tonight, I played the piano for you for 10 minutes."

Jack "..."

"Year," Jack asked suspiciously, "what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing." Cen Nian shrugged, "I don't know if your father still needs help?"

"..."

"It's a word."

Jack looked at his phone in disbelief.

"Wait, Nian," he stumbled, "this matter—"

"Jack, do you remember," Cen Nian said slowly, "When you were six years old, you fell into the mud, cried, sucked mud into your mouth while crying, and then—"

"Okay, okay." Jack surrendered, "Nian, I beg you, stop talking."

"..."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Cen Nian hung up the phone.

six in the morning.

A figure stepped off the elevator lightly and stepped out from the glass door.

Fu Ran went downstairs to practice in the morning, just in time to see Cen Nian walking outside.

Cen Nian was wearing a mask and hat, and he didn't seem to see him at all.And the direction Cen Nian is going is——

pier.

Fu Ran narrowed his eyes.