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

At seven o'clock in the evening, Jiang Zhiye followed Xie Wen into the supermarket with a trolley.

This time caught up with the evening rush hour after white-collar workers got off work, and many young people walked by in the supermarket, everyone carrying a vegetable basket in their hands.

The two tall men walked together, with a rate of turning heads as high as [-]%. From the living area to the vegetable area, Jiang Zhiye found no less than three girls quietly raised their phones to Xie Wen.

"What's for dinner, any ideas?"

Xie Wen stopped and asked the man behind him.

This touched Jiang Zhiye's blind spot in knowledge, he frowned and thought for a while: "You know how to cook?"

"A little bit," Xie Wen gestured to show him a small area, "Xiao Ming cooks a lot at home, and his cooking is delicious."

Hearing Zhuo Yiming, Jiang Zhiye's face turned dark and he didn't answer.

"What's the matter, you can't do it?" Xie Wen's tone was very ordinary, "It's okay, it's understandable. But if you can't do it at all, how did you live until now?"

Jiang Zhiye thought about this question seriously.He has never had any sense of appetite since he was a child.This may be related to the fact that food is too easy to obtain. After all, as the eldest son of the Jiang family, no one dares to treat him badly in terms of food.

After taking over the domestic business of the group, most of the dinners abroad are with the bosses of other companies, and Xue Wei arranges the rest of the time.

Occasionally, he will invite aunts for a two-day rest at home. In short, Jiang Zhiye has truly kept his fingers in the water.

"It's okay, you can learn," Jiang Zhiye was rarely inspired by Zhuo Yiming's cooking skills, "I learn very quickly."

They pushed the cart and stopped at the raw food area, discussed for a while, but still couldn't decide what to do tonight.

"Why don't you check what festivals are going on recently." Xie Wen took out his phone and flipped through the calendar.

Unfortunately, there are no festivals worth celebrating this month. The Mid-Autumn Festival is more than half a month ahead, and the Winter Solstice is more than two months behind.

"... Forget it," Xie Wen made a final decision, "Let's eat dumplings."

So Jiang Zhiye pushed the trolley and followed him to buy ingredients for making dumplings.

After paying the bill, they took the escalator out of the shopping mall. Jiang Zhiye took off the scarf over the windbreaker and wrapped it around Xie Wen's neck, revealing his beautiful slightly pointed chin.

"Wait here, I'll go drive."

He carried a lot of shopping bags and walked away against the cold wind in late autumn. Five minutes later, the car stopped on the side of the street on time.

Xie Wen followed Jiang Zhiye to his home. Since he hadn't started the stove for a long time, and Jiang Zhiye didn't know the structure of his kitchen, they spent half an hour cleaning before starting work.

Neither of them knew how to make dumplings, so they could only follow the tutorial. Jiang Zhiye took the initiative to undertake the physical work that did not require thinking, and took the fillings and noodles.

Xie Wen was facing the mobile phone, making dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin. He took off his coat in the living room, only wearing a dark green sweater. The bright light from the kitchen shone on him, outlining his profile and perfect waistline .

The wind was blowing outside the window, whistling towards the small garden outside the villa, Jiang Zhiye listened to the chaotic sounds outside, and felt calm.

Winter is coming, he no longer feels so hard like in previous years, his heart seems to be soaked in honey water, occupied by some kind of overflowing mood, and the whole person comes alive.

When officially started making dumplings, Jiang Zhiye washed his hands again and was ready to join Xie Wen. He learned by doing, from getting started to giving up, and finally was kicked out of the kitchen by Xie Wen.

"Do you want to add a coin to it?" He folded his arms and suggested leaning against the kitchen door, "I remember this is a tradition of making dumplings."

Xie Wen looked at him inexplicably: "The dumplings you made broke before they were put into the pot, and you still want to put coins?"

"Okay." Jiang Zhiye cleared his throat and didn't come up with any bad ideas.

Dumplings have two kinds of fillings, pork cabbage and fennel eggs, which are easy to identify when cooked in a pot.

Xie Wen asked Jiang Zhiye to look at the pot, and stood aside to follow the instructions: "It's best to stir the chopsticks in the same direction. Don't let the dumplings stick to the bottom of the pot, otherwise they will stick. Wait until their belly is bulging before picking them up."

He put the remaining uncooked dumplings in a fresh-keeping bag and put them in the freezer at the bottom of the refrigerator. He warned: "Don't waste these, cook them occasionally, and remember not to store them for more than a month."

Jiang Zhiye's eyes were all on him, and he didn't pay attention to what was going on in the pot at all: "...Okay."

Half a quarter of an hour later, several plates of dumplings were brought to the table.

It was a very simple dinner that took them all night. Fortunately, the taste was not bad and the cooking process was very pleasant.

If he can live such a life in winter, Jiang Zhiye is willing to try to learn how to cook.

He looked at the round dumplings on the plate and thought, it would be better to let Xie Wen come to eat at home more often than to eat outside.

After eating, the two of them washed the dishes and put the purchased ingredients into the refrigerator by category.

During this period, Xie Wen answered a work-related phone call and discussed with Meng Shu for half an hour.

Jiang Zhiye heated a cup of milk for him without a teacher, leaned quietly on the sofa, and listened to Xie Wen's words.

"Leave the material selection in advance, and I will solve it myself in a few days. After Yucheng's investment funds are received, I will start the construction period. Remember to let the people in the regiment watch the shift."

After saying this, Xie Wen hung up the phone, with a look of worry on his brows.He turned around and saw Jiang Zhiye looking at him thoughtfully, and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Jiang Zhiye stood up and pointed upstairs, "I bought a new piano, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xie Wen nodded, didn't take a few steps, and asked again: "Have you studied music before?"

Jiang Zhiye said, "No."

"Haven't learned anything?" Xie Wen was slightly surprised, judging by his understanding of various musical instruments, he didn't look like an outsider at all.

"I just know a little bit," Jiang Zhiye considered, "I haven't studied it systematically."

The lights on the top floor were not turned on, and the moonlight shone in the center of the hall. There was a pure white luxury grand piano on the silver-gray carpet.

Jiang Zhiye stopped beside him and waved to Xie Wen: "Will you play?"

Xie Wen was a little itchy, but still shook his head: "I haven't played for a long time, so forget it."

"The violin is fine too," Jiang Zhiye compromised, "any tune is fine, everything here is yours."

These musical instruments were bought just to satisfy his desire to collect. Obviously, they are more valuable in Xie Wen's hands.

"Let me think about it," Xie Wen went to the collection room to pick out a violin that was in hand, took out the bow and tried the movements, "Is there any rosin?"

Jiang Zhiye followed him in, opened the drawer under the table and cabinet, took out a box of rosin and handed it to him.

When they returned to the exhibition hall, Xie Wen put the violin on his shoulders again and said, "Just right, let's try the newly learned piece."

Jiang Zhiye pulled the piano stool over and looked expectant: "Mr. Xie, let's start."

Xie Wen tilted his head slightly, and played a lyrical and melodious tune, which did not contain any elements of virtuosity. The tune was flat, with deep emotions, and perhaps mixed with a little unspeakable melancholy.

Jiang Zhiye looked at him, his eyes didn't miss the whole time, he could tell that it was not classical music, the melody was very strange, it felt like pop music.

"This song is called "Mystery of Love", have you heard it?"

At the end of the first half, Xie Wen suddenly stopped and asked him.

Jiang Zhiye shook his head: "I've said it all, I'm really not good at this field."

"This song is very small, and it's normal if you haven't heard it before," Xie Wen raised his eyebrows. "It's a pity that I haven't learned the second half of the song. Tonight's concert will end here."

Jiang Zhiye blinked: "Mr. Xie, please play another song."

He stopped Xie Wen from letting him play the piano, the two entangled for a while, Xie Wen lost to him: "Then the last one."

"Deal." Jiang Zhiye sat back on the piano bench.

Xie Wen then played a piece of Debussy's "Fantasia". Afraid that Jiang Zhiye would not hear it, he walked to the grand piano and played a simple melody on the black and white keys with one hand.

"This piece was originally a piano piece, its name is Fantasia..."

Jiang Zhiye suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, interrupting him: "──I know this."

Xie Wen was pulled down by his domineering force, and suddenly sat down on the piano bench, together with him.

"let me try."

Jiang Zhiye's low magnetic voice fell, and he rested his hands on the keys, following the memory and smoothly engraving the piece perfectly.

It is exactly the same as Xie Wen's tune.

This dreamy song reminds people of the vast smoke waves and the hazy mist in the morning. Generally speaking, it is considered a success if the pianist successfully presents this picture to the audience.

Jiang Zhiye would actually make Xie Wen fall into some kind of fantasy. It is conceivable how many times he has practiced this piece in private.

After playing the last syllable, a smile appeared on the man's lips, and he asked Xie Wen for credit: "How is it?"

"You lied to me," Xie Wen spat out three words, "You told me you couldn't play the piano."

"It's really not," Jiang Zhiye explained, "It's absolutely true that you happened to fall into the two or three pieces I mastered."

"So have you ever learned it?" Xie Wen asked.

"No," Jiang Zhiye still denied, "I secretly took a piano lesson with my classmates when I was young, and that lesson only taught us to recognize black and white keys. Since then, I haven't taken any lessons about music."

This is true.He never took piano lessons.

Of course, Jiang Zhiye is not a piano genius.The only few piano pieces he learned were all picked up by himself when he was a child, and he memorized them bit by bit in a way he could understand.

After memorizing it, I secretly searched for a piano that could be used, and slowly explored and practiced until a permanent memory was formed.

Music enlightenment had little sense of existence in his childhood, only one time after school, a classmate invited him to listen to his private piano lessons, and Jiang Zhiye went there out of curiosity.

In order to prevent the eldest son from going astray, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother tried their best to train him and make him a top business elite.This kind of intensive and terrifying love has started since he was born, including ordering him to go home obediently after school, not to go to any interest classes, not to have puppy love, and to be perfect in his studies, etc.

It is conceivable that under this kind of surveillance, Jiang Zhiye's every move cannot escape the eyes of his parents.

On the afternoon when Jiang’s father and mother knocked on the door of the classmate’s house, Jiang’s father and Jiang’s mother knocked on the door of the classmate’s house, followed by silence, whispers, and incomprehensible conversations among adults.

That night, his parents slapped him hard to remind him of this lesson.

Jiang Zhiye didn't know that he had to bear such serious consequences just because he didn't obey the arrangement. He was being manipulated by his parents, and the long pole-shaped furniture fell on his back, leaving a deep scar.

Since then, Jiang Zhiye has never disobeyed his parents' orders. He studied obediently and took over the company when he grew up.In Jiang's house, he maintained his usual indifferent attitude, and began to vent wantonly in places where his parents could not see.

He had never been in a relationship before, and he didn't know how to like someone, so he started to keep his lover crazy.It's as if he has never studied music, but is especially keen on collecting musical instruments.

Xie Wen thought of the scar on Jiang Zhiye's back, and asked softly: "Your scar is so serious, who did it cruelly?"

"My mother, in order to improve my memory." Jiang Zhiye's tone was low, showing a bit of indifference.

"It seems that the memory has not improved, so... the piano music is also learned without telling them?"

"Well, I studied for a while, but then I gave up." Jiang Zhiye turned his head and met his gaze.

Xie Wen's eyes reflected him: "Why?"

"Because I feel so pitiful for myself like that," Jiang Zhiye seemed to be telling someone else's experience, "Isn't it pitiful? Using such an inefficient and stupid method, just to learn a few songs."

Something in Xie Wen's heart seemed to have collapsed, and he suddenly didn't know what to say.These stories came to his ears more like some kind of fantasy, he couldn't imagine how Jiang Zhiye grew up.

"Let's not talk about that," Jiang Zhiye changed the subject, "How about playing another song for you?"

He played a piece "Wedding Day in Trohaugen" for Xie Wen again, and the upbeat and cheerful tune dispelled the slightly dull atmosphere.

When the song ended, Jiang Zhiye withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice, "This is all my belongings."

With the moonlight behind his back, he looked at Xie Wen's face, leaned down and approached.

"I'm chasing you seriously, do you feel it?"

"felt it."

Xie Wen raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "I agree."

He patted Jiang Zhiye's head, before he could say anything, his lips were blocked.

Jiang Zhiye held him in his arms, pried open Xie Wen's lips, pinched his jaw with one hand, and forced him to accept himself.This time it was completely different from the light kiss they had on the streets of Berlin, Germany. Jiang Zhiye's movements revealed a certain ferocity. He plundered Xie Wen's mouth, expressing his love and desire violently.

The night tempts men to do evil, and the moonlight bears witness.Xie Wen's breathing was a little short, and he heard the sound of the belt being unbuckled.

Jiang Zhiye is the complete leader in this matter. He holds Xie Wen's hand and rests it on the back of his neck, and controls the rhythm fast and slow according to his mood at any time.

While unconscious, Xie Wen was suddenly picked up by Jiang Zhiye, and the man's hoarse words clung to his ears: "Let's go down."

Jiang Zhiye bears all of Xie Wen's weight, and he still walks with ease. He walked very slowly during the short walk from the fourth floor to the third floor, stopping from time to time to comfort the person in his arms.

The saddest part of this journey was Xie Wen, Jiang Zhiye swallowed the unbearable sigh that escaped from his throat.The two of them failed to reach the huge bed, and as soon as they entered the door, Jiang Zhiye hugged him and knelt in front of the carpet.

The moonlight is getting brighter and brighter.In the middle of the night, the man patted Xie Wen's back lightly, his fingertips were warm and cool: "Baby, don't sleep, let's go take a bath."

In the bathroom, under the warm light, a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs fell into Jiang Zhiye's hands, and he had the intention of going back on his word again.

Xie Wen pressed his hand on the glass door, and frowned: "You...your bathroom design...is really anti-human..."

"Good boy, I will definitely change it tomorrow." Jiang Zhiye hugged him from behind and buried him in the crook of his neck.

The nonsense is over.

Xie Wen fell asleep, Jiang Zhiye changed him into his own pajamas, and carried him back to his big bed contentedly.

At some point in the morning, he broke free from the nightmare, opened his eyes, and subconsciously looked at the people around him.

The faint and soft morning light shines on the lover's face through the window, making him look unreal, like a sleeping prince.

Jiang Zhiye's arms tightened unconsciously, as if he was afraid of losing.

Xie Wen in the dream was brought back to some consciousness by this action, he comforted Jiang Zhiye, and said vaguely: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep."

He took the initiative to hug Jiang Zhiye, and the latter closed his eyes again in his comfort.

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The dog man won the title: Jiang · can be anywhere · know · is not in bed · wild

The third watch is over!I'm a vegetable dog, there is no fourth change!

"Mystery of Love" comes from the movie "Call Me By Your Name".