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

It was already very late. At this point, the waiter in the convenience store was yawning and staying up late watching the game with his tablet in his arms.

A gust of cold wind suddenly poured in at the door, and a new guest came.She raised her head, then opened her eyes wide, looking at the man who was getting closer to her...

Good guy, can you meet a handsome guy so late?Judging by his temperament and appearance, he must not be a celebrity.

The waiter cheered up, suppressed the urge to take pictures, and greeted cautiously: "Hello, what do you need?"

Then the man in a windbreaker with a thin waist and long legs stood in front of her and asked in a deep voice, "Is there any coffee here?"

"Oh! Coffee..." The waiter hastily pulled out a menu and handed it to him, "It's all freshly made here, you may have to wait for a while."

Jiang Zhiye flipped through it casually, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Xie Wen what flavor he wanted to drink.

"Wait a minute, I need to ask."

He took out his phone, pointed at the menu, took two pictures, and clicked send.

After exiting the chat box page, Jiang Zhiye clicked on Xie Wen's WeChat business card.

The two didn't add friends before, and he accidentally saw Xie Wen's location in Jamaica. He thought it was a bit strange at the time, but now that he thinks about it, Xie Wen should like to drink these things very much.

Jamaica is a world-famous place rich in coffee beans. Jiang Zhiye has never been there and doesn't know about it, but he is willing to buy some gifts that can make Xie Wen happy.

Besides, how good coffee can a convenience store sell?Even if it is freshly ground, the brewing method is not necessarily scientific.

Jiang Zhiye ordered a cup of latte, watched the waiter get busy, and continued to send messages to Assistant Xue on his mobile phone.

The atmosphere in the store is very quiet, only the sound of the coffee machine running.The waiter with his back turned to Jiang Zhiye was preparing to wrap the paper cups, while tilting his head to peek at him.

"Did you buy it for your girlfriend, sir?"

Jiang Zhiye responded casually, "Yes."

The aroma of coffee mixed with creamer permeated the air, and the waiter put the prepared latte into a brown paper bag and placed it in front of Jiang Zhiye: "You are so kind to your girlfriend, you came out to buy coffee for her at such a late hour. "

Jiang Zhiye picked up the bag, said a simple thank you, then tore open the paper bag and glanced inside: "It's a bit hot, please help me get another cup holder."

"Oh, okay, here it is." The waiter took out a paper cup holder from the box next to it and handed it to him.

Seeing the man go out, the waiter was still holding the tablet and sighing.

Such a boyfriend really feels safe, and he is too considerate to his girlfriend.

Jiang Zhiye didn't expect his actions to make the waiter think so much. He opened the store door, and before he took two steps, it started to rain from the sky.

I vaguely remember that the forecast said that it would be a thunderstorm tonight.

Jiang Zhiye lifted his collar, quickened his pace, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the car.

On the other side, Xie Wen in the car frowned unconsciously when he heard the sound of rain hitting the window glass.

The rain increased rapidly, and it didn't take long before a layer of rain and fog formed on the car windows, making it difficult for people to see the situation on the street.

Xie Wen reached out to light up the overhead lights, opened the storage box to look for an umbrella inside, and before he could find it, the driver's door was pulled open.

Jiang Zhiye sat in, wrapped in a damp and cold air, and put a warm paper bag into his arms: "What are you looking for?"

"...I," being caught by the master rummaging through things, Xie Wen's face was still calm, but his tone showed a little embarrassment, "Just now I wanted to find an umbrella to pick you up, but I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"That's it." Jiang Zhiye dragged his tone, his eyes were bright, and he seemed a little regretful.

There were two or three spare black umbrellas in the trunk, but he didn't intend to tell.

The car drove directly to the door where He Rijun came again. Jiang Zhiye took the piano and roses from the back seat and put them beside Xie Wen: "Come in, I'll park the car first."

Xie Wen opened the car door, hesitated for a moment, and got out of the car without saying anything.The location where Jiang Zhiye stopped was very considerate, not far from his feet was the steps in front of the shop, he didn't get caught in the rain the whole time, and entered the shop in a refreshed suit.

The wind chime rang, and Zhuo Yiming, who was lying on the display cabinet playing with his mobile phone, saw Xie Wen, turned off his mobile phone and asked, "Brother is back so early, where is Brother Meng?"

"He went to find Xian Lu." Xie Wen put all his things on the piano bench near the door without going any further. "Yiming, go under the cashier and get an umbrella."

Zhuo Yiming snorted, and couldn't help asking again: "It's so late, what is brother going out to do?"

"Send an umbrella." Xie Wen replied very simply.

Who are you giving an umbrella to?Zhuo Yiming was curious.

Not long after, the wind chimes under the eaves swayed violently, Jiang Zhiye pushed the door in, looked at Xie Wen who was about to come out with an umbrella, and was also puzzled: "Why don't you go in, where else do you want to go?"

There was loud thunder outside, the street trees swayed from side to side mixed with the rain and dropped their leaves, and the strong wind whined.

In this weather, he still has to go out?

Xie Wen cleared his throat, put away his umbrella and said, "It's okay, it's raining too much, so I won't go out."

He glanced at the drops of water on Jiang Zhiye's hair, it was wet, it looked like it was raining in.

When Xie Wen entered the violin-making room with coffee, Jiang Zhiye grabbed Zhuo Yiming and asked, "Where did he want to go just now?"

"...Where else can I go?" Of course, to bring you an umbrella.

Zhuo Yiming didn't want to tell him the second half of the sentence, so he gave him a vicious look and left.

Jiang Zhiye was stared at inexplicably, a little confused, so he took off his wet windbreaker, wrapped it around his forearm, and followed Xie Wen.

Generally speaking, Xie Wen's workbench can't be touched casually, so he walked in quietly, didn't go up to it wisely, found a chair and sat down, his eyes glued to the man opposite.

Xie Wen first took off the dress and hung it on the hanger by the door, then the vest, tie, brooch... cufflinks.He unhurriedly took off one by one, and his movements were elegant.

Opening the drawer under the workbench, there were various cufflink boxes inside. Xie Wen took out one and put two blue diamonds in it.

Not far away, Jiang Zhiye was staring at him with his forehead resting on his forehead.

Even if he didn't look up, he could still feel his scorching gaze. Xie Wen gave him a warning look, signaling him to restrain himself a little.

"Continue," Jiang Zhiye raised his eyebrows, "Just treat me as air."

"..." Xie Wen sat down in front of the workbench, picked up the bass beam that he had made a few days ago, put on his glasses and worked hard.

Jiang Zhiye opened the display window in front of him, took out a few violins to look at, and asked casually, "I've been doing this for so long, who did it for?"

"An international exhibition," Xie Wen said, "is to represent China in the exhibition, and we cannot slack off."

Representing a country?

Jiang Zhiye was slightly surprised, and speculated in a deep voice: "So, the person sitting opposite me is actually a violin inheritor?"

Xie Wen gave him a meaningful look: "Anyway, it's more than enough to exceed the standard in your heart."

After all, Jiang Zhiye admired him very much, didn't he really want to buy his custom violin before?

"Then Mr. Xie, make me one too," Jiang Zhiye suggested, "The price is easy to negotiate, and it won't take you long. My list will be just behind those people."

"Oh?" Xie Wen didn't look up, and said casually, "The works here are all my works, are there any works you like?"

These words are wronging Jiang Zhiye, he would take two violins with him every time he came, until he was banned by Xie Wen from buying any more.

"How about it, do you want to consider giving it to me..."

"—Hush," Xie Wen interrupted Jiang Zhiye, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did you catch a cold?"

Jiang Zhiye was stunned, and then realized that he was speaking with a nasal tone. He was about to say no, but Xie Wen had already stood up and said, "Wait."

After 10 minutes, he came in with a set of clean clothes and a cup of hot water, and put them in front of the man.

Jiang Zhiye originally wanted to prove that he wasn't the type who would get sick when exposed to a little rain, but on second thought, if it would be useful to pretend to be sick, it would also be good to pretend to be sick.

So he took the hot water obediently, coughed twice very cooperatively, and asked hoarsely, "Whose clothes are these?"

"Could it be possible that you can still wear Xiao Ming's clothes?" Xie Wen asked amusedly.

Jiang Zhiye deliberately suppressed the smile on his lips, his eyes passed him and fell on the window sill: "It's getting late...it's still raining outside."

Xie Wen also looked over. At this time, the sky flashed twice very cooperatively, and the torrential rain poured down without stopping for a moment.

"Don't worry," he thought, "wait until the rain stops."

Jiang Zhiye probed in a low voice: "If the rain doesn't stop, can I stay with you tonight?"

Xie Wen suddenly turned his head and looked at him condescendingly.

"You want to live with me?" He smiled softly.

"It's not impossible."

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Today I'll start by saying good night, don't let anyone rob me!

Stickers everyone, good night -3-～