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

Just after the beginning of winter, a thin layer of snow fell in Tangjia City.

Xie Wen's car hasn't been touched for a long time, no matter where he goes, Jiang Zhiye will drive with him.Sometimes both of them would sneak away at home for a whole day without work. After a long time, Xie Wen also felt that he could adapt to this overly luxurious life.

There was no performance in the City Concert Hall today, so Meng Shu helped book the venue and called the string section of the symphony orchestra.

On the way, Jiang Zhiye answered two work calls while waiting for the red light. Xie Wen sat next to him with his forehead propped up, showing a tired look.

"If you're busy with work, you don't have to send me. I can go by myself."

Jiang Zhiye hung up the phone: "It's okay, it's more important to send you to the concert."

He pinched Xie Wen's face, and raised the air conditioner in the car by two degrees: "If you're sleepy, sleep for a while, and I'll call you when you arrive."

Xie Wen was kind and kind, and it didn't take long for him to lie down on the passenger seat and close his eyes.

The weather forecast said that there would be sleet during the day today. The car drove to the parking lot of the City Concert Hall, and the snow fragments fell on the glass little by little, turning into tiny water droplets.

The engine was turned off, and Jiang Zhiye knew that Xie Wen slept late last night, so he didn't wake up immediately. He sat silently for half an hour, his eyes fell out of the car window, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This is his usual behavior recently. Sometimes Xie Wen can also find that Jiang Zhiye is a little absent-minded, and every time he asks about it, he always replies that he is fine.

This time they repeated the same conversation.

"It's just a matter of work," Jiang Zhiye noticed that Xie Wen woke up, and immediately unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car to help him open the door, "Let's go."

The two sat directly from the elevator in the underground parking lot to the fourth floor, and the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, and the tune played intermittently by the members of the string group was heard not far away.

The concert hall is very quiet, the temperature is slightly lower, but it makes people more sober.Jiang Zhiye often comes here to practice piano with Xie Wen. Every time he sits in the auditorium and watches them busy, he feels that time passes slowly and makes people feel very peaceful.

"Mr. Jiang, did you come with Mr. Xie again this time?"

In the distance, a man holding a cello saw them coming together, his eyes lit up.As soon as these words came out, many people turned around to say hello to Jiang Zhiye and Xie Wen.

They didn't know what the relationship between the two men was. They only knew that Mr. Jiang liked listening to music, especially Mr. Xie playing the violin. In addition, the behavior of Mr. Jiang and Mr. Xie was not ambiguous, so there was no One wonders what's between them.

Jiang Zhiye is good-looking, has been in the business world for many years, and the words he speaks are also very nice. He has only been here three or four times, and he has bought almost all of Xie Wen's team members—they are all willing to come up to talk to Jiang Zhiye, and to him I have a good impression.

These people completely forgot that this man once sat in the audience and uttered wild words to their chief, or in other words, they never thought that the two people in their memory could overlap.

Naturally, Zhuo Yiming was not included.

I don't know what stimulating effect that conflict with Jiang Zhiye had on him. From that day on, Zhuo Yiming worked extraordinarily hard, whether it was schoolwork or band practice, he never failed every time, which made Xie Wen extremely gratified. The money spent on him was not in vain.

Today, the symphony orchestra is going to train for a repertoire to compete with string groups from other provinces. Xie Wen took off his jacket and went backstage with Meng Shu to pick up the violin. Jiang Zhiye found a seat in the first row. .

Someone got off the stage to rub rosin on his cello, saw the man sitting beside him, and asked, "What does Mr. Jiang do? It doesn't look too busy."

Jiang Zhiye smiled slightly: "I'm running a small business, and I'm not busy once in a while."

He said it was a small business, but no one here believed it.

"Has Mr. Jiang been in touch with symphony before? Seeing that you have come so many times, you must know a lot about music."

"For laymen, I don't know much about it," Jiang Zhiye changed the subject, "How long has Xiao Wen been in your regiment?"

"Mr. Xie has stayed in the troupe since he settled down in Tangjia City. It has been seven years this year. Thanks to the former chief of the orchestra for keeping him. Without him, we would not have so many good opportunities."

It has been seven years, Jiang Zhiye was in a daze when he heard this number: "Where was he before those seven years?"

The man thought for a while, and his tone was erratic: "I heard that Mr. Xie often lives abroad for a long time, and he also joins the Philharmonic Orchestra in Europe. Oh! He has also boarded many times in Vienna's Golden Hall."

The story that followed was like a series of cannonballs, all of a sudden it brought back memories about Xie Wen.Jiang Zhiye listened carefully, and the more he listened, the more he realized that he didn't know Xie Wen at all.

Not even as good as his team members, his colleagues, and his assistants.

Because he didn't understand, he uttered wild words at that time, ridiculously claiming to send him to a bigger stage.Who knew that Xie Wen was born in Rome, so he didn't need to think about which road to Rome to take.

Xie Wen's parents are professors at a top music academy abroad, and now they are residing abroad. He is an only child and has been influenced by the family's musical tradition. He has learned the violin from his grandparents since he was a child.

The journey went smoothly, being loved by two families and growing up, Jiang Zhiye couldn't imagine how Xie Wen's parents taught him to be so likable to have such a humble and polite appearance.

How is this person willing to agree to his love?Jiang Zhiye hadn't figured out this question until now.

Besides, Xie Wen treated him very well, almost to the point of conniving, both in bed and off.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiye felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was sitting in a high-speed elevator and lost weight in his chest.He closed his eyes, held the root of the mountain, and took a few deep breaths. He waited until the unreasonable panic disappeared, and then he realized that he was worrying about gains and losses just now.

Just as he was thinking, the people around him had already walked to the stage and went to train with other members.

Xie Wen led everyone to practice the piano together, and also had the responsibility of tutoring. As the selection competition approached, no one wanted to relax. As long as they could make an appointment with the bandstand in the concert hall, they could basically practice for seven to eight hours a day.

During the break, a few staff members walked in from the door of the concert hall. They carried small boxes and placed them under the steps of the stage. They stepped forward and said, "Teachers, the hot coffee is here."

Jiang Zhiye would order some hot drinks for Xie Wen's team members every time he came, and he only said verbally that he thanked everyone for taking care of Xiaowen.At the beginning, the drinks that were delivered were well-known by everyone, but later on, the labels were not even on the cups, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that they must not be cheap.

Xie Wen didn't go to join in the fun with others, he walked off the stage slowly, just put the violin in the case, Jiang Zhiye walked up to him, took his hand, and gently rubbed his wrist.

"... someone."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Zhiye blocked the crossed fingers of the two, "No one will find out."

"We'll talk when we go home." Xie Wen tried to break free.

Jiang Zhiye's face darkened slightly: "Just now I saw Zhuo Yiming holding your hand, he can, but I can't?"

Xie Wen's struggle decreased: "Then you come."

Jiang Zhiye looked better, just at this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated a few times.

He went out to answer the call with his mobile phone, and Meng Shu who was on the side finally had the opportunity to step forward and handed Xie Wen a cup of coffee.

"Boss, warm your hands."

Xie Wen said thank you, opened the lid of the cup and took a sip. It tasted like latte mixed with coffee, and the taste of milk was very strong.

During the chat, Meng Shu asked cryptically, "Boss, do you feel that...you and Mr. Jiang are not in the right state."

Xie Wen didn't take it seriously: "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell," Meng Shu struggled, "I just think Mr. Jiang's desire to control is a bit..."

It's a little too strong, and I always feel that he wants to hold Xie Wen 24 hours a day to prevent others from touching him. When Xie Wen started to guide others to draw the bow just now, Jiang Zhiye's face was very ugly.

"Also, President Jiang knows your whereabouts and work like the back of his hand, isn't that too much..."

Meng Shu thought about it in another place, and felt that he was about to suffocate in this situation.

Unlike him, Xie Wen doesn't think there's anything wrong with this: "Zhiye is very strong in some aspects, but at present, it is still within an acceptable range."

He didn't have any higher requirements for Jiang Zhiye, as long as he was honest with himself, didn't hide anything, and if there was anything, they could discuss it with each other, and that was enough.

"but……"

Meng Shu's ears perked up: "But what?"

"It's okay," Xie Wen smiled. "The two of us should solve the matter between us. It's not good to always ask for your opinion."

"Boss, why are you being polite to me?" Meng Shu sighed.

The two were talking when Xie Wen's cell phone rang.

He put the coffee cup on the table beside him, took out his mobile phone, and received a message from Jiang Zhiye.

[Some things need to be dealt with, and I may have to go home late, and Xue Wei will send you off later. 】

When Jiang Zhiye encountered unexpected situations at work, he usually worked remotely. This time he answered the phone and left, presumably because he had something very important to do.Xie Wen pursed his lips, and tapped the next line of words on the screen with his fingers.

[I'll just go back by myself, what happened, is it difficult? 】

The WeChat interface was quiet for a while, and there was no reply for a long time.

It was not until Xie Wen finished drinking a whole cup of warm coffee that a few words were sent from the other side.

[A little thing, don't worry. 】

The car was speeding along the Tangjia Expressway to the outskirts of the city.

This time, Jiang Zhiye went back to the old house alone. Along the way, his mobile phone received countless calls from Jiang Zhichao, and the content was nothing more than one.

Parents want to see him.

As he approached the gate of Jiang's house, the housekeeper had been waiting for him for a long time.

"The eldest young master is finally back, the old lady is waiting for you in the study."

Jiang Zhiye's legs were very long, and he took big steps. He didn't take care of the butler's old-fashioned pace. After 3 minutes, he opened the door with one hand and walked straight up the stairs.

Because of his appearance, the Jiang family's atmosphere became a little dignified.Almost everyone here knows that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have been angry with Jiang Zhiye these days.

The door of the study room was pushed inward. At that time, Mother Jiang was sitting on the carved red chair making tea for Father Jiang, and she was still muttering: "Both of you, father and son, have a good chat for a while, don't talk like before. But three sentences—"

"Dad, Mom," Jiang Zhiye's tall figure appeared at the door of the room, his shadow was stretched by the chandelier above his head, he frowned slightly, looking impatient, "What's the matter?"

On the rattan chair in the room, a gray-haired man with a slightly moribund figure snorted coldly, and smashed a stack of documents on the table at Jiang Zhiye.

The space in the room was instantly covered with all kinds of papers, becoming narrow and crowded. The eight-fold soft gray papers flew to the corner of Jiang Zhiye's coat, and then fell lightly in front of him.

Above is a photo of a night scene, two men of similar height are getting close together, one of them is pulling the car door for the other.

It was none other than him and Xie Wen.

There is always a gap in every secret, and no matter how tightly suppressed some news is, it will still be exposed one day.Afterwards, Jiang Zhiye only asked Xue Wei to suppress the news about Xie Wen. As for himself, his reputation had already rotted, so he gave up if he couldn't suppress it.

Jiang Zhiye looked at the newspaper cover expressionlessly with his eyes half downcast, his eyes fell on the blurry photo, as if he was admiring it.

"Why, did you become dumb when you saw this news?" Father Jiang patted the table and said angrily, "How many times has this happened, you know it in your heart!"

"I came here just to talk about this?" Jiang Zhiye asked back.

Jiang's father was so annoyed by his words, Jiang's mother saw this and immediately stepped up to help him with his back.

"You are Jiang's successor. You must know what you should do and what you should not do. The takeover agreement will take effect in one year, and you don't want any accidents to happen in the middle, do you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiye's deep pupils shrank slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and he still didn't reply.

One time is enough to threaten such a thing, there is really no need to bring it up and say it over and over again.

Besides falling into his hands, who else could the Jiang family's property be given to?Could it be for Jiang Zhichao?

Father Jiang took a sip of hot tea, waited for a long time before asking again: "Zhiye, can you tell me what you think? Because of these scandals, the Jiang family has never been able to hold their heads up in front of the Song family. Mr. Song admires you, do you think the son-in-law of the Song family is you?"

"What do you want to know?" Jiang Zhiye raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Dad, just speak up if you have something to say, and I will answer it properly."

"You said, are you doing this to retaliate against us?"

After all, they were getting older, they still couldn't accept the fact that Jiang Zhiye took care of men in the early years, and every time they mentioned it, they felt that their old face had been slapped severely, and they also felt that it was a family misfortune to have a son like Jiang Zhiye.

But Jiang's father was no longer capable of running a Jiang family empire. He wanted to continue to occupy a stable place in the upper class of Tangjia City, but he had to rely on Jiang Zhiye.

Father Jiang knew what the eldest son wanted, but he couldn't easily give this bargaining chip, otherwise this kid would have to be lawless.

"Revenge on you?"

Jiang Zhiye glanced coolly at the couple sitting in front of the desk, as if looking at strangers: "Dad, Mom, I'm not that boring."

"I just like men."

This sentence stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and instantly brought about a chain reaction of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother. The teapots, tea, teacups and tea mats used to make tea were all thrown by Jiang's father on the ground, and the porcelain collided with the porcelain. Sharp and crisp sound.

Across the door, Jiang Zhi, who was eavesdropping with his head pressed against the door, shrank towards his shoulders, and quickly stepped back a few steps while covering his ears.

What's going on in there?Could it be that Jiang Zhiye had a fight with his parents?

Jiang Zhichao felt a schadenfreude in his heart, and strangely and contradictoryly, he was a little worried about Jiang Zhiye.

From childhood to adulthood, he didn't know how many times he witnessed his brother being beaten.When I was young, I pounced on him and said a few nice words, which could divert the attention of my parents. Since I was sent to study abroad, I never pleaded for Jiang Zhiye again.

If Jiang Zhiye gets beaten again later, should he go in and be a good person?

Jiang Zhichao thought for a while in confusion, and decided to play it by ear.

It's a pity that until the man walked out of the door, he didn't hear any unpleasant voices.

Jiang Zhichao was hiding on the side of the corridor that turned right in the study. Jiang Zhiye passed by here, his eyes caught his thief-like figure, and he sneered: "How about it, did you see the picture you want to see?"

"..."

Jiang Zhichao looked at Jiang Zhiye, but seeing that he was still well-dressed and his hair was neatly sparse, he didn't look like he had touched his hands at all, so he said boringly: "I didn't see it, it seems that my brother conquered my parents?"

Jiang Zhiye glanced at him, said nothing, raised his wrist to look at the expensive watch, turned around and walked downstairs.

Looking at his leaving back, Jiang Zhichao was slightly surprised.

Since they didn't break up badly, can it at least explain that Jiang Zhiye gave his parents a satisfactory answer?

At [-] o'clock in the evening, the city center is lit up, and the streets in the evening rush hour are full of traffic and bustling.

With the help of his aunt, Xie Wen cooked the meal, packed a lot and sent her out, thanking him: "Thanks to Auntie Ruan for coming, otherwise this meal really wouldn't be possible."

"Mr. Xie is too polite."

Aunt Ruan was invited by Jiang Zhiye to regularly clean the collection room on the top floor. Since Xie Wen moved here, she has the added responsibility of teaching the two to cook, and her salary has naturally been doubled.

After sending off the housekeeping aunt, Xie Wen simply cleaned up the kitchen, then sat in the dining room and waited for Jiang Zhiye to come home.

During this period, he had a phone call with Xiang Yin from the Capital Music Association, and the two parties agreed on a time to meet next time. Finally, Xie Wen briefly talked about the current situation of the orchestra's training.

"Mr. Xie, with you here, I believe the string group will definitely be able to win this qualification," Xiangyin's soft and beautiful voice came to his ears through the phone, "When the selection is over and the results are announced, please remember to treat me to a celebration banquet. "

Hearing these words, there was no change in Xie Wen's expression, but his voice was a little more joyful: "For the selection of the orchestra, if it weren't for Miss Xiang's guidance, we would not have this opportunity."

After hanging up the phone, he turned on the super large LCD TV in the living room, and found a random variety show - many of Jiang Zhiye's furniture were bought as decorations at best, and if Xie Wen didn't move, it would probably be left there forever to eat ashes.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the gate of the villa finally made a slight knock.

Xie Wen stood up from the sofa and turned around to look, only to see Jiang Zhiye appearing at the entrance wrapped in cold air and thin snow.

The snowflakes melted by the heat flowed from the ends of the fine hair to the corners of the mandible with cold lines. I don't know if it was because the lights were not turned on, but his expression looked a little gloomy.

"So you still know to come back," Xie Wen stepped forward to close the door, "The meal is ready, and it was Auntie Ruan who took me..."

"—Wait, what?"

The man behind him came up and pushed Xie Wen against the door. The freezing temperature made him shiver, and he could not help but shrink back.

But Jiang Zhiye's body behind him was also cold, and his arms were wrapped around his waist like iron arms, not allowing Xie Wen to struggle.

"..."

Jiang Zhiye's cold skin was pressed against the side of his face, and his warm breath hit the side of his ear.

"It smells so good, have you taken a shower?"

What a mess, Xie Wen was a little bit dumbfounded: "Not yet, don't you want to talk about the fragrance of rice?"

Jiang Zhiye tightened his arms around his waist, and directly put him in his arms: "Well... no, you just smell good."

The man took his hand, explored around with his thin lips, and finally leaned forward to ask him for a kiss, and entangled him fiercely.

The two have been getting along for a long time. In terms of kissing skills, although Xie Wen has gained a lot of experience, he is still not Jiang Zhiye's opponent.

About a quarter of an hour after the lips parted and closed, Xie Wen used force to push Jiang Zhiye away, and ordered: "Eat first."

So Jiang Zhiye took off his outer coat, followed him and sat down at the dining table.

At the dinner table, Xie Wen curiously asked what he was up to today, Jiang Zhiye only said to go home and take care of things, and didn't talk about it again.He took a few mouthfuls and moved to Xie Wen's side. Before the dinner was over, his heart had already flown to Xie Wen's body.

The man tonight was a little too enthusiastic. He carried Xie Wen upstairs and slowly walked to the bay window on the third floor.During this period, Xie Wen felt the man was a little disturbed, subconsciously touched Jiang Zhiye's hair, and thoughtfully did not ask.

Jiang Zhiye's body paused, and after he reacted, his movements seemed a little hasty. He held Xie Wen's slender legs in his arms, and grasped them with a hot/hot hand, as if eager to prove something, or looking for a breakthrough to vent.

In the middle of the night, Xie Wen was too tired to move. The man carried him into the bathroom—this time the structure was quite different from last time, and it had been completely remodeled according to Xie Wen's requirements.

Warm water was poured on the white skin of the man in his arms, and Jiang Zhiye's eyes were stained with lust and luster, like a beast locking its prey.

He lit and kneaded Xie Wen with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mrs. Jiang, don't sleep yet."

"Ok?"

The fog was thick, Xie Wen rubbed his eyes, and leaned on his shoulder: "...what's wrong?"

Jiang Zhiye paused: "Do you mind if the matter between the two of us is not made public?"

He is like a child who is just learning Chinese, trying to find the right words to express his original intention: "For example, do you have any other ideas in terms of meeting parents and friends?"

Xie Wen helped him to sit up, opened his deep and beautiful eyes, and his dark brown pupils reflected Jiang Zhiye's nervous expression.

"Fool."

After saying these two words, he hooked Jiang Zhiye's shoulders again, closed his eyes and rested.

"..."

Jiang Zhiye sighed helplessly and continued to bathe him.

In the middle of the night, the bright moonlight shone through the window on the blanket beside the bed.

They lay back on the bed, Jiang Zhiye stared at Xie Wen's sleeping face in rapt attention, his heart was filled with a certain sour and sweet feeling uncontrollably.

Sleepy, he thought wildly.

Jiang Zhiye, there is only one such a good person in front of him, let him go, maybe he will never meet again.

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