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

The concert is about to begin.

The lights in each section of the hall were turned off one by one, and the auditorium on the three floors surrounded by the sound of conversation fell silent. When the spotlight was turned on, the host held up the microphone and walked to the stage to announce the curtain.

At the same time, all members of the symphony orchestra, the core of tonight's concert, are anxiously pacing backstage.

Their eyes were all focused on the same place, Xie Wen's lounge.

A certain player in the wind group couldn't hold back first. He pulled the young man waiting at the door, frowned and said, "Assistant Meng, do you know what happened to Mr. Xie and Zhuo Yiming? This... it's all here We've been talking in the room for a while, and we're going to be on stage soon."

"Don't worry, I sneaked out before dawn, I guess I'm apologizing to Boss Xie," the man called Assistant Meng patted his arm, signaling him to relax, "Our boss has a plan in mind, and we won't delay Performed."

The man sighed heavily, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he still hated iron and said: "This Zhuo Yiming..."

The assistant had no choice but to apologize, he knew that this person wanted to scold Zhuo Yiming, but because of Xie Wen's face, he couldn't say it directly.

During the rehearsal this morning, Zhuo Yiming made several mistakes in front of the orchestra, but after being said a few words by Xie Wen, he ran away without even saying hello.Not only that, this kid also provoked people who shouldn't be provoked... In the end, Xie Wen was asked to clean up the mess for him.

Thinking of the scene where Jiang Zhiye and Xie Wen lost control when they collided just now, Assistant Meng had a headache.

The sound insulation in the lounge is not good, Zhuo Yiming's choking voice can be vaguely heard, but Xie Wen is very quiet.

All the members of the symphony orchestra pricked up their ears, and all of them came up to eavesdrop in their dresses wrapped tightly around their bodies.

After about a minute or two, the door opened, and Xie Wen appeared at the door with a calm face.

Immediately, several violinists from the orchestra turned around and took out a small mirror from their pockets to take a picture. After confirming that their makeup and hair were intact, they turned back and greeted Xie Wen with a smile.

"Thank you, teacher, it's here."

Xie Wen followed the voice to look over, hummed lightly, and his eyes fell on the steps not far away: "Get ready to go on stage."

Many people surrounded him and walked forward, but no one noticed the young man who came out of the lounge.

Assistant Meng saw that Zhuo Yiming's eyes were red, and two buttons under his bow tie were undone. He touched his nose, and leaned closer: "Yiming, I'm about to go on stage, so hurry up and tidy yourself up."

Zhuo Yiming wiped his eyes, lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

"Next time, don't worry Boss Xie like this again. Do you know how worried he is about you?"

Assistant Meng had never seen Xie Wen who lost his composure in front of others, he was still the kind of swearing, but just now he almost got into a fight with someone at the door of the Jiang Group CEO's lounge - let alone that person was Jiang Zhiye!

"...I'm sorry, Brother Meng," Zhuo Yiming apologized hoarsely, "I made you worry."

"It's good if you know it," Assistant Meng couldn't bear to say harsh words, and after thinking for a while, he still said, "When you see Jiang Zhiye in the future, hide away, you know?"

Hearing the name Jiang Zhiye, Zhuo Yiming's expression froze for a moment, and he hesitated to retort: ​​"What's wrong with Mr. Jiang...he is very good to me, and he didn't do anything to hurt me."

Okay, dare to talk back.

The co-author and Boss Xie stayed in the lounge for so long just now, but they didn't agree on this issue, right?

Assistant Meng frowned and said, "Jiang Zhiye is not a good person, what are you doing with this kind of person?"

"Brother Meng...I think he's pretty good," Zhuo Yiming whispered, "Brother Xie Wen never wants to talk to me, but Mr. Jiang will."

He also said that Mr. Jiang patiently listened to him pour out the bitter water for half an hour tonight.

Assistant Meng almost laughed out of anger.

Who in the industry doesn't know that Jiang Zhiye's temper is really not good, unless he is taken away by someone or hits the door and loses his memory, otherwise he will never show such patience to a strange boy.

There is only one possibility - Jiang Zhiye is plotting against him, planning to get it back with interest in the future.

Zhuo Yiming is a male student in college with no money and no background. Although he is good at playing the violin, that is a skill that Xie Wen spent a lot of money on for him. What is it for Jiang Zhiye?

The answer is obvious.

But why couldn't Zhuo Yiming understand this hint?

So Assistant Meng decided to make it clear: "Jiang Zhiye has countless lovers, and he only picks out pretty boys. You..."

Before he finished speaking, someone shouted from afar: "Yiming, get your violin quickly, we are about to start."

Zhuo Yiming woke up like a dream, and hurriedly left Xie Wen's assistant and ran up.

"Brother Meng, let's talk after the concert."

He took his violin and bow from others, jumped onto the stage in two steps in three steps, and quickly followed the pace of his teammates.

All the lights in the concert hall are shining on them, dividing the stage and the audience into two different worlds, light and dark.Even though he couldn't see the faces of the audience clearly, Zhuo Yiming was still a little nervous.

He followed his memory and walked to his seat. Diagonally in front of him was tonight's principal, the central nerve of the entire symphony orchestra - Xie Wen.

From this angle, Zhuo Yiming can only see part of his side face, the light and shadow outlines Xie Wen's brown hair, slightly pointed chin, sexy Adam's apple, wide shoulders and narrow waist, along that arm, to come again His white and slender fingers.

He is as perfect as a statue.

After adjusting the seats, the teammates around him noticed Zhuo Yiming's slightly dazed expression, and reminded him in a low voice: "Yiming, cheer up, this is just the beginning, don't let your mind wander."

"Ah," Zhuo Yiming was taken aback, and quickly responded, "Thank you, I will."

Xie Wen, who was obliquely in front, heard this sentence and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Zhuo Yiming's hairs stood on end immediately, and his palms were sweaty.

Fortunately, Xie Wen just glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Be prepared, don't be nervous."

Zhuo Yiming gripped the bow tightly and was startled for a while. When Xie Wen turned around, he blushed belatedly and his heart beat beating.

Tonight, the symphony orchestra will perform "Piano Concerto No. [-] in B-flat Major", led by piano and French horn, and Xie Wen, as the first-mentioned principal, set the tone first.

The conductor stood in the center of the stage, raised his hand slightly, and the smooth notes sounded, instantly grabbing the attention of all the audience present.

The symphony orchestra in charge of the performance tonight is second to none in China. There are only three tour concerts a year, and tickets are usually hard to come by, let alone the international exchange music festival being held in the city right now.

The audience who can sit in the audience are basically hardcore symphony enthusiasts, otherwise they would not spend a lot of money to buy tickets.

But this does not include Jiang Zhiye.

He was sitting in the center of the VIP seats, and he could see Xie Wen under the light without shifting his sight.

Reminiscent of the scene where the two almost had a big fight not long ago, my thoughts couldn't help but wander randomly.

This feeling of being unable to control his emotions has not appeared in Jiang Zhiye for a long time, he pursed his thin lips slightly, with a flash of impatience on his face.

This man looked like a dog when he was playing the violin on the stage. Why did he look so gloomy when he forced his way into his lounge just now?

Jiang Zhiye didn't want to see him from the bottom of his heart, his already irritable mood was ignited by Xie Wen these days, even the melodious music couldn't make him calm down.

The beautiful woman sitting beside him noticed his irritability, and said in a low-key voice: "Zhiye... what happened, didn't you always want to come to this concert?"

She finally bought such a good position, but Jiang Zhiye didn't look happy.

"Well," Jiang Zhiye casually replied absently, "Where is the hand on tonight's show?"

The woman hands over a card.

Borrowing the light on the stage, Jiang Zhiye glanced twice, then straightened his back and frowned.

"What's going on, why isn't William on the list?"

It stands to reason that Jiang Zhiye's level of understanding of symphony is at the level of a layman, so he should have no interest in the concert at all.But the reason why he took the time to participate was entirely for the mysterious master violin maker, William.

William is one of the most talented luthiers in the world. It is rumored that the violins he tuned are priceless in Europe, but he keeps a low profile and has never appeared in front of the public media.

Jiang Zhiye doesn't understand music, nor can he play the violin, but this doesn't prevent him from collecting handmade works by famous artists.When a businessman has money, he likes to put some lavish works of art in his mansion to show his face. This is a common occurrence. For him, tonight is an excellent opportunity to spend money on self-cultivation.

But William managed to get the International Exchange Music Festival to invite him, why did he temporarily decide not to attend tonight?

Hearing the name, the female companion seemed to suddenly think of something, and explained: "Mr. William has a temporary business, so he decided not to come."

After that, she turned her beautiful eyes and looked at the stage: "Look, the most conspicuous seat to the left of the conductor is the principal of the first violin group. It was originally William's seat, but now it's replaced by a performer from the city. Home... seems to be called Xie Wen."

Jiang Zhiye followed her words and looked over, his face suddenly sank.

The female companion next to him didn't realize the change in him, and continued to introduce the man on the stage: "Although this Mr. Xie is a little less famous than William, he is very capable, otherwise he wouldn't be entrusted by William to replace him. s position."

Jiang Zhiye didn't answer, his facial features were hidden in the shadows, and the fingers resting on the seat tapped one after another.

Seeing him like this, the female companion tactfully withdrew her gaze and sat upright, no longer taking the initiative to find fault with him.

The two have been friends for many years, and this action is a signal that Jiang Zhiye is in a bad mood and his patience is exhausted.

But... isn't it because he didn't see William, so why are he so angry?

Unknowingly, the sound of the music on the stage gradually weakened.

The first section is coming to an end, the pianist's hands have left the keys, and the wind and string ensemble are also entering the temporary final stage.

The conductor threw gestures and glances at Yi Ti, signaling them to get ready first.

However, in the gap between the last few syllables, one person in the mention group was obviously half a beat behind.

As soon as this piercing syllable came out, everyone in the violin group was shocked.

what happened?This kind of low-level mistake has long been beyond the reach of a symphony orchestra of their level, let alone on such an important occasion.

Everyone wanted to look where the voice came from, but no one dared to actually make this movement.

Not only that, the harpist did not stop playing on time, the sound of the harp and the half-beat slow sound of the violin were intertwined, provoking the tense heartstrings of every musician.

Xie Wen, who had resumed his preparations, had his back slightly stiff, raised his wrist lightly, made a vibrato posture, and joined the performance very quickly.

Then there was an ending sound that didn't quite match the score.

He is the chief and the main force of Yi Mention, so of course he is responsible for the main theme. Although doing so is risky, it is the only feasible way at present.

In this way, the audience present could not see the movements of the players behind him clearly, and would only think that Xie Wen was responsible for the mistake just now.

The long piano sound changed from strong to weak, and disappeared after a few seconds.

After his reconciliation, the wind group and the string group finally got stuck at the same point and stopped together.

The conductor was about to drop to the ground in cold sweat, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Fortunately, the symphony orchestra barely saved its face.

The people in the first group looked at each other, and suddenly Xie Wen, who was on the left side of the first row, turned around and looked over.

Those brown eyes were cold and indifferent, with a strong sense of warning.

The stage became extremely quiet, even the sound of pulling the seats disappeared, and the atmosphere gradually merged with the audience who were staring at them attentively.

At this time, a low chuckle suddenly came from the VIP auditorium.

"Xie Wen, is this level?"

Very contemptuous, and impossible to ignore.

The audience in several other areas could not hear it, but it was impossible for the musicians in the front row who were close to the audience not to hear it.

Except for the conductor, everyone looked at where the sound was coming from, including Xie Wen.

The pianist didn't notice anything wrong in the front row, and had already played Chapter 2, followed by the orchestra, entering the preparation stage.

Xie Wen put on the violin and glanced at the face of the person in the audience, with puzzlement and slight anger brewing in his eyes.

It was that man again.

Being able to make this kind of laughter at the concert shows that he doesn't have the slightest bit of etiquette that the audience should have, and it is reasonable to drive him out of the concert hall.

However, in all previous performances, he has never used this power.

Firstly, it is not giving others face, and the things are not good-looking, and secondly, Xie Wen has always been very self-restraining, and has never been really angry.

But everything that happened tonight, plus his bad impression of that man, caused some inexplicable and irrepressible irritability in his heart.

Xie Wen was slightly distracted, and at this moment, the voice of Jiang Zhiye talking to his female companion came from the audience.

"Listen, what is the violin playing, half as good as Mr. William's?"

Everyone's expression changed upon hearing this sentence.

Many spectators in the first two rows sat up straight and looked at Jiang Zhiye. The female companion beside him even grabbed the man's cuff and said worriedly: "Zhiye, you..."

What's going on, this is too inconsistent with Jiang Zhiye's behavior style.

After knowing each other for so many years, she has never seen Jiang Zhiye showing his emotions. In her only conception, even if Jiang Zhiye really hated someone so much, she would never attack him in this way.

However, this sentence worked unexpectedly for Xie Wen.

Xie Wen, whose style of acting tonight is also not at the normal level, heard this sentence, and even raised his bow to signal the orchestra to stop playing.

Now, even the symphony orchestra has become overwhelmed.

All the members of the orchestra looked at Xie Wen in amazement. The latter was glaring at the men in the audience. Neither of them realized that the audience had become agitated.

Everyone can only guess: Is there any personal enmity between these two people, otherwise, how could they compete because of a few words?

The performance that was about to start was suddenly interrupted, and there were bursts of noise and commotion in the hall, and the chattering discussions of the crowd could be vaguely heard.

Seeing this, Assistant Meng, who was watching the performance nervously in the background, hurriedly climbed up the stage in three steps at a time.

Thank you boss, what's going on?This, this is too unlike something he can do.

After cooperating for so long, Assistant Meng knows Xie Wen's personality. In everyone's eyes, Xie Wen has always been a modest and tolerant gentleman. Even if someone hits his gun, he will never take Xie Wen too far. .

Did these two take the wrong medicine tonight?Why are they all starting to compare themselves?

Assistant Meng trotted to the center of the stage with his shiny leather shoes, but he was still a step behind.

I saw Xie Wen stand up directly from the chief seat, walk to the edge of the stage and walk towards the auditorium step by step, facing the light and looking at Jiang Zhiye.

"Thank you, Boss," Assistant Meng was afraid that the two of them would take off their suits and start a fight, so they jumped down with him in an instant, feeling terrified, "We..."

"Hush——" Xie Wen turned his eyes away, pointed the end of the bow to Jiang Zhiye in the audience, and looked at him expressionlessly, "Let this person go."

The sound was loud.

"I'll double the ticket price."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Jiang Zhiye again, turned around and returned to the stage.

Assistant Meng stared at his back, swallowed, turned around again, and saw Jiang Zhiye standing in front of him with a sullen face and a tall and tall figure.

A black card appeared in front of Assistant Meng.

He was startled, subconsciously covered the position of his heart with his right hand, opened his mouth slightly, and showed a stiff smile: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang..."

"Take it," Jiang Zhiye raised his eyebrows, the words were addressed to him, but his eyes were fixed on Xie Wen on the stage, and he said in a frivolous voice, "This card buys out all the performances of your boss. "

"Don't let him appear on such occasions in the future. If you want to be the chief, you should go to a violin class first."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhiye withdrew the sneer from his lips, walked away with long legs, and left the concert hall without looking back.

"Ginger, Mr. Jiang..."

Assistant Meng held the black card and watched his back as he left the table, his eyes darkened.