There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

That was actually a dream that couldn't be more ordinary.

He didn't speak more than a few words to Xie Wen in the dream, and there wasn't any plot that can only be seen in restricted-rated scenes.It's just that the night will magnify people's emotions. Even if there is only a third of the emotion, it will be full of it in such a quiet night.

The sky was bright, and Jiang Zhiye continued to devote himself to work, and rarely had the opportunity to think of Xie Wen during the day.

At the same time, Xue Tezhu, who received the order from the president, was a little puzzled.

If his hearing has not been disturbed, then Mr. Jiang called him earlier in the morning to investigate Xie Wen.

A performer and a president, when did these two meet again?

Xue Tezhu was at a loss, but his execution ability has always been good, and he quickly asked his friends from the Municipal Music Association to find out Xie Wen's information.

While chatting, Xue Tezhu suddenly remembered that he happened to know Meng Shu, Xie Wen's manager assistant. Speaking of which, the two had met each other at a concert before, but that time they both went to fight, and one was in charge. Stop Xie Wen from letting him do it, and the one is responsible for calming Jiang Zhiye's irritable mood.

Now his boss probably has bad intentions, he is really embarrassed to ask Meng Shu about Xie Wen.

Assistant Xue thought about it, and finally made up his mind to find Meng Shu's contact information from the address book, and dialed it.

This time happened to coincide with Xie Wen's attendance at the concert. When Meng Shu answered the phone, the voices around him were a little noisy.

"Boss Xie doesn't have a lot of schedule recently, but Special Assistant Xue," Assistant Meng paused, as if preparing to speak, "Mr. Jiang doesn't need to drag us, Boss Xie, it's really not suitable for them to meet again. Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

Assistant Xue nodded approvingly, but he had no right to express opinions on behalf of Jiang Zhiye, he just said, "I'm bothering Brother Meng, I don't know what the CEO is thinking, everyone should be more careful in the future, and just try not to make any more unpleasant things."

After the phone hung up, Meng Shu frowned and looked at the call interface with a complicated expression.

"What happened?" Xian Lu sat next to him with folded arms, staring at the stage of the concert hall, where Xie Wen was standing there to call the curtain, "Are you looking for a job?"

"It's not a job, it's a friend." Meng Shu sighed, "At the concert after the opening of the exchange festival, the president of the Jiang Group had a conflict with Boss Xie. Today, the special assistant of President Jiang got through to me. On the phone, it seems to be asking Boss Xie."

Then he briefly told Xian Lu what happened that day.

Xian Lu had heard of Jiang Zhiye's name a little bit, and he had been published in Tang family newspapers and TV news. As a media person, he knew a little bit.

Xian Lu rubbed his chin, recalled some drinking buddies' comments on him, and reminded: "I heard that Jiang Zhiye is the most nominated perfect donor in the gay circle, his private life should be quite messy, it's better to keep Ah Wen away. "

Meng Shu patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, we will guard him, and nothing will happen."

The two looked at each other, nodded tacitly, and successfully concealed Jiang Zhiye's inquiry about Xie Wen.

Another week passed in the blink of an eye, and the temperature in Tangjia City plummeted. It was no longer the temperature of summer, and the season officially entered early autumn.

Many fallen leaves have fallen on Huaxie Avenue where Xie Wen's small shop is located.

Today happened to be the last day of the International Exchange Music Festival. At [-]:[-] pm, a small grassland music festival was held in the Greenland Garden just a few kilometers away from Huaxie Avenue. It was a brief closing at the end of this feast.

Xie Wen has several French custom-made orders in his hand, and has been nestling in the shop these days making pianos.A friend of the Symphony Orchestra called him, hoping that he could perform at the Grass Music Festival.

The atmosphere of the Grass Music Festival is very soft. Xie Wen was picking and choosing in the store, unable to make up his mind on what musical instrument to bring.

Xian Lu came to pick him up by car, seeing his conflicted look, he said amusedly, "Except for the violin, I'm afraid you don't have anything handy. Besides, my ears get callused from listening to the guitar, and the violin is pretty good."

Xie Wen picked up the violin and put it in his hands, said in a deep voice, "I'm going to change into suitable clothes."

This is his usual problem, Xian Lu raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "Then I'll wait for you in the car."

I don't know if it's because Xie Wen's tutor is like this, no matter what the occasion, he pays special attention to his image and behavior, in the eyes of others, he thinks he is doing it on purpose, but Xian Lu understands that it is absolutely not.

If it was really a show, Xie Wen would not be able to maintain this habit for so many years, and in his cognition, being decent at all times is also a kind of respect for others.

Xian Lu can't fully understand his friend's thoughts, but he feels that Xie Wen is a real gentleman to some extent.

Because of this thoughtfulness, Xie Wen never embarrasses people in public.So when he heard that he almost fought with President Jiang, Xian Lu couldn't imagine that scene at all.

"Law."

Xie Wen's voice pulled his thoughts back.

"Ah?" Xian Lu turned his head, and saw Xie Wen wearing a casual white shirt and a pair of dark blue checkered trousers, opened the car door and sat in the co-driver, with two loose buttons on the neckline, which looked like Senior Bingshan in TV dramas smell.

"What are you thinking, so preoccupied?" Xie Wen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

"I was wondering..." Xian Lu pondered, "What kind of girl would someone like you like?"

"Me?" Xie Wen looked at him suspiciously, "Why did I suddenly think of this?"

The car started slowly.

Xian Lu casually picked up topics: "I'm just curious, I want to know who is so lucky to be able to lure you home in the end."

Xie Wen couldn't help laughing, he didn't speak, his eyes followed the neon lights outside the car window, imprinting brilliant light and shadow in his pupils.

Many young people came to Greenland Park tonight, most of them were couples, and occasionally a group of elderly people strolled to the central square and stopped to look at it from a distance.

A simple stage was set up here, the lighting was dim and soft, and everyone sat on beach chairs with fluorescent sticks tied to their hands.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyefu stepped onto the grass, he felt a lot of eyes on himself.

He frowned and walked around the back row of the auditorium, probably not expecting the atmosphere of the Grass Music Festival to be so relaxed and freehand.He wouldn't have come in a suit if he'd known it wasn't an important occasion tonight.

But you are here, you must see the talent.

Assistant Xue trotted up to him, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, the next show will be Mr. Xie's. The organizer has reserved a seat in the front row for you. Do you want to sit in the front?"

They came a little later, but just in time for Xie Wen's closing performance.

"Lead the way." Jiang Zhiye's facial features were hidden in the night, making his expression unclear.

As he walked, he felt a strange feeling.

Jiang Zhiye suddenly felt that there was a generation gap between himself and the young man, even if he walked next to the crowd, he still felt out of place.

Putting aside his random thoughts, he sat on the second row of beach chairs by the side. There was a half bottle of water in the empty chair next to him, and he didn't know whose it was.

At this time, the show just ended, a girl in a black dress stood under the stage holding a microphone to interact with everyone, her voice sounded very gentle: "The following is Chopin's Nocturne Op.9NO.2, we welcome with applause."

A burst of applause erupted from behind Jiang Zhiye, he rubbed his brows, and waited quietly for Xie Wen to appear.

The stage lights changed from warm yellow to white, and a faint beam hit the center. Xie Wen stepped on the red carpet and walked up, standing under the light, as if bathed in moonlight.

"Who is he? He looks so handsome!"

There was a girl behind her who let out an astonishing low cry, Jiang Zhiye looked up, his eyes were on Xie Wen, and he didn't look away for a long time.

"It seems to be a special guest, the principal violinist of the city symphony orchestra, it is said that he is a golden bachelor."

"Really? I'm going to go up and ask him for his contact information later..."

Xie Wen on the stage bowed slightly towards the audience, raised the bow in one hand, and got ready.

In the next second, smooth and melodious notes flowed slowly along his movements, and his piano sound was as graceful as his standing posture, even standing on such a simple platform, he still looked like a rich nobleman.

Chopin's nocturnes are deep and long, which can soothe people's emotions unconsciously. Everyone listened intently and quietly, and their mood gradually calmed down with the tone played by Xie Wen.

Jiang Zhiye rested his hand on the armrest of the beach chair, and tapped it lightly, as if he was responding to Xie Wen.

He had secretly learned this piece by himself, and he memorized every syllable by heart.Xie Wen's intonation and rhythm are perfectly controlled, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Jiang Zhiye became more and more satisfied as he watched, took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the people on stage.

Xie Wen is really a natural clothes hanger, he looks good in anything, even a tender color is not feminine - of course, this is also because of his European descent.

After the song was over, Jiang Zhiye stared at the back of him stepping off the stage, feeling a little thirsty, and when he was considering whether to get up and follow, Xie Wen walked over here first.

Jiang Zhiye's heartstrings were plucked violently by something, and his heartbeat speed increased suddenly.

Xie Wen was looking at him.

It is only a few steps away from the stage to the front row of the auditorium, and I don't know how many people strike up a conversation with him.Xie Wen refused one by one, walked to his seat, took a few sips of water from the beach chair, glanced at the neighbor seat from the corner of the eye, and found out that it was Jiang Zhiye.

"Ahem——"

He choked on the water, coughed dryly several times, and his voice was hoarse: "...Why is it you?"

"Come and take a look," Jiang Zhiye lied casually, his eyes fell to his side, "Sit."

Xie Wen wiped his lips to reveal some red color, and sat beside Jiang Zhiye suspiciously.

To be honest, Jiang Zhiye did not expect that this location happened to be next to Xie Wen.

The two of them talked very little, and what they talked about was not nutritious.

Several bands sang songs one after another. At the end of the music festival, colorful fireworks were set off in the Greenland Park.

The peaceful atmosphere was hot, and everyone present looked up, chatting excitedly while raising their mobile phones to take pictures.

Jiang Zhiye looked at Xie Wen's profile illuminated by the light of the fireworks, and said for a while, "Hello."

Xie Wen raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Jiang Zhiye leaned slightly closer to him, and with some courage, he asked him, "Do you want to try with me?"

"What?" Xie Wen didn't understand, and his slender eyelashes moved slightly, covering his brown eyes.

"How about being my lover?" Jiang Zhiye became more courageous, and his deep and burning eyes fell on his face, "You can set the conditions."

"..." Xie Wen frowned, his tone a little confused, "I heard that right? What did you say? Friends with benefits?"

Jiang Zhiye stared at him, as if patiently waiting for his response.

Xie Wen laughed back in a hurry, stretched out his slender fingers and ticked him: "Come closer, I will give you the answer you want to hear."

Jiang Zhiye watched his lips open and close, leaning over fascinatedly, his thin lips evoked a contented smile: "Go ahead."

She saw those plump and beautiful red lips gently opening and closing, and said a word to him.

"roll."

The author has something to say:

"Jiang Zhiye's Little Book of Revenge":

Sunny mood on September 2021, 9:(

My beautiful wife told me to fuck off again today.