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

Xie Wen withdrew his wrist from his hand, and didn't tell him to fuck off this time.

Jiang Zhiye stared at him closely, as if observing his reaction.

"You want to fall in love with me," Xie Wen lightly threw out a question, "Are you sure you didn't just talk nonsense when you had a fever?"

"I don't have a fever," Jiang Zhiye said, "I'm awake."

Xie Wen looked at him for a while, but didn't answer, just said: "Well, I see."

What does it mean.

Jiang Zhiye looked over in confusion, his peach blossom eyes were covered with an inexplicable emotion, and there was a hazy danger in the bottom of his pupils.

He wanted to wait for an answer he was willing to hear, but the other party didn't seem to appreciate it. To be more precise, he didn't seem to take this matter into consideration at all.

The next moment, Xie Wen patted the top of his hair and rubbed it like Jiang Zhiye did to him before.

"Sleep, see you tomorrow."

The warm orange light was on, and with this weak light, Jiang Zhiye watched Xie Wen's figure disappear from sight, and leaned back on the head of the bed a little bit exhausted.

Forget it, there is no rush for this kind of thing.

He lay on the soft mattress, looking at the ceiling above his eyes, and not long after, the sound of autumn rain outside the window accompanied him into a deep sleep.

Tangjia City ushered in the real autumn.

The new International Musical Instrument Expo will be located in the Musical Instrument Museum in Berlin, Germany, inviting mainstay artists from all over the world to visit. As a candidate for the violin group representing China, Xie Wen also received the invitation.

Coincidentally, in those two days, a certain holding company under the Jiang Group and the French Cooperation Foundation had an important agreement to sign. Jiang Zhiye had no choice but to get on a plane to Paris a few days before the event.

One of them is in Germany and the other is in France, each of them is very busy.When Jiang Zhiye contacted Xie Wen in his free time, his mind was often full of thoughts, and the messages he sent were very restrained.

The agreement was settled faster than expected. The day before returning home, Jiang Zhiye asked Xue Tezhu to book a plane ticket to Berlin as soon as possible.

After getting off the plane, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon local time, and there were still two hours until the end of the expo.He hailed a taxi and finally arrived at his destination 10 minutes before closing.

Before Jiang Zhiye had time to change his clothes, he was still wearing the suit he wore during the negotiation. Compared with the casually dressed Germans in the museum, he looked like a different kind.

"Hello, sir." At the entrance, a female staff member wearing a European-style dress stopped him, "Do you have any reservation information for the venue?"

Jiang Zhiye didn't change his face, and communicated with her in fluent English: "The organizer didn't inform me that I need to make an appointment in advance."

The staff showed a look of surprise: "Really? Then, are you the musical instrument master who was invited to the exhibition?"

"No," Jiang Zhiye was silent for a moment, "but I am a family member of the master."

"..."

At the same time, on the second floor of the museum, Xie Wen was standing tall and tall in the string area to send several local music professors downstairs. His tone of voice was very slow, his words were clear, and only his voice revealed fatigue.

The German-specific emphasis on English made the conversation several times more difficult. Throughout the afternoon, Xie Wen's nerves were in a state of high tension, and he was thinking and pondering almost all the time.

He secretly raised his wrist to look at the time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The crowd dispersed, and a very fast figure moved towards Xie Wen from the direction of the flower window at the stairs.

It was a caucasian man, tall and thin, with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing an orange hoodie, with a strange smile on his face.

Xie Wen seemed to feel something, turned his head and only glanced at that person, and immediately turned around and rushed into the crowd.

The man following him realized that Xie Wen was avoiding him, and his steps continued to speed up, and his hands were exposed, with blue-green veins on them, and he looked as thin as a stick.

The people who visited the expo chattered in German that Xie Wen couldn't understand, and no one noticed that there was such a strange person chasing him in the exhibition area.

Passing by Furtwängler's oil painting, Xie Wen tripped over someone, and staggered a few steps forward.

One hand firmly caught him, turned half a circle with inertia, and then held him in his arms.

This person is still holding a mobile phone in the other hand, and the camera function is turned on, and a historic pipe organ can be seen not far away in the picture.

Xie Wen subconsciously said thank you in English, but when he looked up, the syllable was stuck in his throat and could not be pronounced.

"Well, you're welcome."

Jiang Zhiye still kept the posture of embracing him, his free hand ran along his back soothingly, and said patiently: "Be careful next time."

"Jiang..." Xie Wen couldn't believe his eyes, "Why are you here?"

At this time, shouldn't he sign an agreement at the negotiating table in Paris, France?

"What do you think?" Jiang Zhiye put his mobile phone into his coat pocket, pinched the neckline of a shirt with a strong Chinese style that was custom-made on the man in his arms, and said quietly, "Master, why don't you take me to see it?" your works."

Xie Wen opened his hand, stood up straight, and looked back.

Jiang Zhiye also followed his eyes to look back, and then asked, "Who are you looking at?"

"A very dangerous person," Xie Wen's eyes wandered around the exhibition hall a few times, "he is chasing me."

"Could it be me you're talking about?" Jiang Zhiye asked amusedly.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly caught something sharp and reflective. He turned his head to look to the right, and a man in the corner quickly disappeared from his figure.

Xie Wen is still explaining: "It's a white man with blue eyes and a high nose bridge. He has been standing not far away to watch me all afternoon... and he still holds a sharp knife in his hand."

"Walk."

Jiang Zhiye pulled his wrist, walked around the two clavichords, and left the venue through the exit after a while.

The two men were tall and long-legged, and they stood out in the crowd. They were not sure whether the people behind them were following them all the time, and walked into the Berlin Philharmonic Hall obliquely in front of the Museum of Musical Instruments.

Going forward is the Durham Art Museum. At this time, it is approaching sunset. From time to time, there are couples walking together on the grass in front of the major buildings. Occasionally, they meet a few Asian faces, which makes Xie Wen's heart settle down a little.

But the Caucasian man seemed to be lingering, keeping pace with the two of them, and Jiang Zhiye led him among various lovers.After an unknown amount of time, the stalker finally disappeared.They walked to a certain stone pillar in the building forest, and Xie Wen was suddenly pushed against the cold wall.

"?"

Xie Wen glanced at the man in front of him.

"Why did that person follow you?" Jiang Zhiye asked in a deep voice, "Do you know each other?"

Xie Wen denied it, frowning and said: "We met for the first time today. He came here to visit the fair and asked me if I could accept him as an apprentice. I refused."

If the two really fight, Xie Wen may not be at a disadvantage, but this is a foreign country, and it is in a special period of cultural exchanges between countries, he does not want to cause trouble.

What's more, the man still had a murder weapon in his hand.

Jiang Zhiye nodded, thought for a while, and said, "It's the second time."

What second time?Xie Wen looked at him puzzled, and said word by word: "Don't talk charades."

"This is the second time I've saved you," Jiang Zhiye lowered his head, a calculating light flashed in his sharp eyes, "The last time it was Yuan Senya, this time it was a white man who came out of nowhere, no matter how hard it is, Heart, shouldn't it be time to repay her kindness?"

Xie Wen answered the words seriously: "You are right, so what do you want, you want me to promise you a relationship?"

He grabbed Jiang Zhiye's tie suddenly, looking at the man's facial features so close at hand, his eyes lingered.

Xie Wen's eyes are deep and affectionate, which is due to blood, but they are better-looking than European eyes.

Jiang Zhiye was led forward by this sudden movement, stared into his eyes for a while, and said in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Before finishing this sentence, the scene in front of him suddenly turned 180 degrees. He was cornered by Xie Wen, and his tie was still not free.

"Let me think about this matter again." The setting sun fell on the ancient European buildings in the distance, Xie Wen patted his face with his back against the light, "maybe..."

Jiang Zhiye directly held Xie Wen's wrist, letting him pull his neckline into a mess, stretched out his hand to clasp the back of his head, bowed his head and kissed him.

With a tentative shallow kiss, he pressed against Xie Wen's soft lips, and then licked/licked heavily, his thick black eyes became dull.

Jiang Zhiye's fingertips were on fire, and he rubbed the back of Xie Wen's neck with a feeling of intimacy, as if he was comforting a noble cat.

He still maintained the posture of being held hostage by the man in his arms, leaning against the corner next to the marble pillar. Although it looked like he was being coerced, in fact the offensive had already been reversed.

Jiang Zhiye skillfully locked Xie Wen in his arms with both hands, not allowing him to make any escape movements.

Xie Wen loosened the tie in his hand, changed his place to attack, and tried to break free from Jiang Zhiye's shackles. His strength was not small, and when he punched down, the man in front of him groaned.

"Um……"

The two still didn't separate, Jiang Zhiye reacted quickly, wrapped Xie Wen's fist with one hand, and brought him to him.I don't know if it was due to revenge, but his kiss changed from a tentative one to an irresistible tease, obviously not taking into account that Xie Wen is a beginner with a little bit of kissing skills.

Jiang Zhiye has no scruples, but Xie Wen still wants some face. He has always been reserved and polite in front of others, and never does anything that is offensive to public morals.

Although the two are covered by a wall, this is a public place. For Xie Wen, this is tantamount to challenging the bottom line of his own shame.

Jiang Zhiye didn't notice it, and licked between his teeth erotically, as if he was still thinking about it.

Panting, Xie Wen took two steps back, wiped his crimson lips with his fingers, with a bit of anger on his face: "Dog?"

Really bites indiscriminately.

Jiang Zhiye's fiery eyes fell on his slightly swollen and bright lips, coughed and said, "Would you like me to help you?"

Xie Wen glanced at him sullenly, then turned and walked towards the street.

No beating or swearing, which means there is something going on.

A smug smile appeared on Jiang Zhiye's lips, he followed quickly and said, "Where are you going? I'll see you off."

"Back to the hotel."

"I haven't had dinner yet, what are you going back to the hotel for now?" Jiang Zhiye called a car without any explanation, "I know this place very well, I'll take you to dinner."

He half pushed and half coaxed, and took Xie Wen to a high-end restaurant in Potsdamer Platz in Berlin. After dinner, he took him to see the Spree River next to the Berlin Cathedral.

After the meal, Xie Wen was aroused by Jiang Zhiye's skillful hospitality, and he asked a few casual questions. Jiang Zhiye only said that the group had come here to discuss business a few years ago, and had never lived in Germany.

The climate in Europe is dry in autumn, especially at night. Jiang Zhiye sent Xie Wen to the door of the hotel, gave some serious instructions, and watched him enter the room before leaving.

He did these considerate little things smoothly, and the next morning, Jiang Zhiye personally sent Xie Wen to the airport.

Before boarding the plane, Xie Wen couldn't hold back and asked again: "Did you come to Germany by yourself?"

Jiang Zhiye nodded leisurely: "That's right."

"Then where are you going after I leave?"

"Of course I will let Xue Wei book another ticket, and I will fly back to France." Jiang Zhiye replied.

Although this is the truth, Xie Wen was somewhat touched when he heard this sentence uttered from his mouth.

Jiang Zhiye took the time to find him alone, and he did a lot of preparation. If he didn't really care, he would never have paid so much.

Xie Wen was in a complicated state of mind, and before he could say anything, Jiang Zhiye, who was opposite him, raised his chin and signaled him to turn around.

"It's time, see you back home."

"...see you back home." Xie Wen also said the same.

Jiang Zhiye waited until the direct flight from Berlin to Tang's house took off, then took out his mobile phone, and talked to Special Assistant Xue while walking towards the outside of the terminal.

He was going back to Paris to clean up the work and ensure that the agreement signed a few days ago came into force.

Special Assistant Xue on the other end of the phone spoke with hesitation in his tone: "Mr. Jiang, there is actually one more thing I need to report to you... Lan Xi contacted me yesterday, saying that he had repented and wanted to see you again. "

Jiang Zhiye stopped a taxi and drove towards the center of Berlin, without any intention of answering.

Xue Tezhu over there thought that his boss had forgotten who Lan Xi was, so he carefully reminded: "Lan Xi... is the one you signed the lover contract with Mr. Jiang before, and he begged me for several days Yes, it is said that I went to Mr. Xu to plead for mercy, take a look──”

"I know who it is," Jiang Zhiye got into the car, "I've got all the money, and he's still not happy?"

"Delete his contact information, and delete all those miscellaneous people from before. Don't let any of them appear in my field of vision."

"Also, keep these things secret to me, don't tell Xie Wen."