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

The speaker may not have the intention, but the listener must have the intention.

Last night before going to bed, someone woke me up and asked a question. After Xie Wen got up, he still remembered it clearly.

The bed next to him was empty, Jiang Zhiye went to the office early in the morning, nothing to do today, with Meng Shu watching the store, it doesn't matter if he sleeps a little longer.

Xie Wen still chose to get up on time, and when he was washing up, he kept thinking about this question in his mind.

What does Zhiye mean?

All right, why did you suddenly mention the matter of making it public.

To be honest, none of them are suitable for announcing the news of their relationship.Although Xie Wen also wanted to have an open and honest relationship with Jiang Zhiye, but both of them are adults, so we can still tell which is more important.

As early as when the relationship was established, he had already made psychological preparations for this, so this matter can be big or small, as long as he doesn't mention it, he can always put it in a corner of his heart and bury it in the ashes, and never find it out again .

Xie Wen looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly thought: What if Jiang Zhiye cares a lot?

If he minds this question very much, what should he do.

When Jiang Zhiye hesitated to ask this sentence last night, it had already shown that he was really thinking about it.

It's just that Xie Wen was too sleepy at the time, and felt that he was asking a silly question, so he didn't answer directly.

In this way, will he feel that he is perfunctory?

Reminiscent of Jiang Zhiye's inconsiderate parents and his sensitive emotions last night... Alas, he really lost.

Xie Wen thought distressedly.

Since Jiang Zhiye cared, he had to consider his feelings.

I have to find a way to appease him, make up for him, and satisfy his shortcoming.

After lunch, Xie Wen specially visited Xian Lu who was working in the studio.

"You want to bring Jiang Zhiye to meet his parents?"

The lens in Xian Lu's hand slipped and got stuck in the sofa and rolled around twice, but luckily it wasn't broken, so he quickly picked it up and wiped the lens distressed.

"I heard that right, Xie Wen, you want to take him home?"

"It's true," Xie Wen leaned against the floor-to-ceiling cabinet in the studio, casually told, "The time hasn't been set yet, don't tell Zhiye."

... Is this a question of whether to tell Jiang Zhiye?

Xian Lu simply put the camera aside, walked up to Xie Wen, and looked at his serious expression: "Do you know what this means? It also shows that you will always be tied to him in front of your parents, and you won't even want to break up when the time comes." It must be divided."

"Why do you think we're breaking up?"

Xie Wen walked past him, went to the table and poured himself a glass of water: "Zhiye asked me this question yesterday... I think I should also take him to meet his parents."

"He can see your parents, but can you see his parents?" Xian Lu raised his voice and asked, "You may never be able to show your face in the Jiang family. Do you really think you can bear this grievance?"

"I haven't considered this matter yet." Xie Wen smiled, as if he didn't care.

Xian Lu was almost convinced to death by the man in front of him covered in pink bubbles.Obviously some time ago when the two went to the Grassland Music Festival together, they were still wondering what Xie Wen was like in love and what kind of girl he would like.

The fact is completely contrary to the imagination. It turned out that when Xie Wen fell in love, he was very different from his usual cool and indifferent image, and he would lose his mind like any fool in love.

Even in the black, white and gray office, Xian Lu can still see the freshness on Xie Wen's body. It is a different state from the calm and self-possessed him before. The ends of his brown hair fall on the side of his face through the gaps in the afternoon sun. Cast a gentle halo over his facial features.

"You are so kind to him," Xian Lu subconsciously asked another question, "Is he so kind to you?"

Xie Wen nodded as a matter of course, and said in a firm tone: "He is very good to me."

Jiang Zhiye tends to be a bit silly when he is with him, for example, he always makes mistakes in cooking, likes to cling to people, and may throw people down like a big dog anytime and anywhere.Although the love experience of the two people is extremely poor, this does not prevent them from feeling the full attraction of each other.

"Good, good, really good."

Xian Lu was speechless, he didn't know what he could say, Xie Wen had completely fallen into Jiang Zhiye's trap and couldn't get out.

"But you never took me to visit my uncles and aunts," Xian Lu said bitterly, "Can you arrange a schedule for me too?"

"Of course," Xie Wen smiled again, "My dad's cooking is delicious, and I will definitely treat you some other day."

Leaving Xian Lu's studio, on the way, facing the cool wind and dry air, he felt his heart beating in his chest.Are you worried, tense, scared?This is also mixed with joy and excitement that is slightly palpable like a silk thread.

It is a memorable thing to be able to announce your love to the most important people around you.

However, Xie Wen didn't intend to tell Jiang Zhiye that he chose to plan a trip to Italy before Christmas next month, and he would bring two pre-booked air tickets with him to prepare a surprise for Jiang Zhiye.

Xie Wen was walking on the busy street, stepping under the thin shadowed tree trunk step by step, took out the mobile phone and held it in his hand, pointed at the address book on the screen with trembling fingertips, and the moment he clicked on the contact "Mom", He felt his palms sweat.

Will mother bless him, will she accept that he is in love with someone of the same sex?What if I know Jiang Zhiye's past experience and have prejudice against him?

Xie Wen was stunned, and his fingers had become a little numb. It wasn't until the phone interface changed to the appearance of dialing that he suddenly realized that he had already called.

There was a beeping waiting sound in his ear, and one after another was wrapped around Xie Wen's body like a rope of judgment. He paused on the spot, as if he was really shackled, his throat was tight, and his cold facial features showed a rare Tangled.

"Hello? It's Wenwen, aren't you busy recently?" A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing his mother's voice, Xie Wen softened as if he had been relieved of his strength, and his words turned a few times, which sounded like a child acting like a baby to his mother.

"Mom, I'm not busy," his voice trembled slightly, "I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" There was the noise of Xie's mother dragging a chair, and then, Xie Wen heard her talking with a man, and it was not hard to tell that it was his father.

"Is your school closed for Christmas?"

"Every year, your dad and I plan to decorate our house and tidy up your house by the way."

"En." Xie Wen kicked a small stone on the side of the road, and suddenly a child holding a balloon ran up to him and fell down behind him.

He lifted the child up with one hand, and breathed out by bending over: "I want to take someone back to meet you and Dad."

"Who? Your friend in China?"

"That's right," Xie Wen corrected nervously and expectantly, "It's a lover."

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone, and then, Mother Xie's voice rang again: "Wenwen, are you in a relationship? Fortunately, you told me about it a month in advance, and your dad and I can make some preparations in advance , otherwise it may be too late.”

Xie Wen grunted and said, "I haven't finished yet, Mom."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Time seems to stand still at this moment. The sound of car tires speeding over the manhole cover, the sound of children playing together, and the vague and meaningless fragments of sentences in the conversation of passers-by constitute a transparent cover to isolate Xie Wen. outer.

He squeezed the phone tightly, summoned up his courage and said, "He's a boy, he's my boyfriend."

"Mom, I like him."

These few syllables knocked into the earpiece, Xie Wen lost the ability to speak again, all senses gathered in the right ear, carefully capturing the wind and grass on the other end of the phone line.

There was a strange sound from Xie's mother, mixed with the man's whispers, just two or three minutes, but it seemed like a century had passed.

"Wenwen, listen to your mother—"

At night, as soon as Xiang Yin arrived in Tangjia City by plane, he asked Xie Wen out to meet.

The location was chosen at a certain music cafe near Huaxie Avenue——Xiang Yin ate some light meals on the plane and was not hungry yet.

The two sat facing each other in the booth facing the window. The warm air was turned on in the hall, and the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor was large. A layer of crystal water mist formed on the glass, soaking the neon lights on the roadside into faint shadows.

Xie Wen ordered a cup of mocha and added an extra portion of creamer, while Xiang Yin ordered a cup of hot cocoa.

"How's the band doing training recently?" The woman asked, while arranging her long, wavy hair that was scattered behind her ears, while dealing with official business on her mobile phone.

Her schedule is really busy, and it is said that she will fly to another city tomorrow night to attend a folk music reform meeting.

"Not bad," under the light, Xie Wen's eyes flickered with tiny arcs of light, "Don't worry, everyone values ​​this selection very much, and the result will definitely not disappoint the efforts of the orchestra and Miss Xiang."

"I'm relieved to have your guarantee," Xiang Yin typed on his phone without looking up. After watching the band's latest complete performance video, he looked up at him after a while, "The registration form has been sent to your phone If there is no problem, I will hand it over to the International Music League for you."

Xie Wen also took out his mobile phone and browsed the page with his eyes. After confirming that it was correct, he looked at Xiang Yin and raised his lips: "Thank you, I think it's okay."

Looking into his eyes, Xiang Yin suddenly felt that Xie Wen was different today.There is no indifferent sense of distance and proper proportion, but it is full of tenderness and vitality as if reborn.

A soft light was brewing in his affectionate eyes. If Xiang Yin was not firm, he might think that the man opposite was loving her.

"...Mr. Xie, is there anything happy recently?"

Xie Wen smiled meaningfully: "Good things are coming."

They chatted a few words casually. Since Xie Wen talked more than usual and both of them had experience in playing the violin, the meeting lasted for nearly two hours.

When leaving, Xiangyin pushed open the door of the cafe and stood under the eaves waiting for Xie Wen to pay.With the warm wind blowing, the man walked up to her and asked softly, "Where will you stay at night? I can take you home."

"Let's forget it," Xiang Yin raised his eyebrows and looked up at him, "I'm curious what kind of good thing can make you so happy."

"The joys in life are always nothing more than those few things, such as... the rain after a long drought?" Xie Wen answered casually.

Xiang Yin said with a look of disbelief: "There are obviously three last lines in this poem."

Let’s not discuss the phrase “meeting an old friend in a foreign land” on Xie Wen, isn’t there still a title on the gold list and wedding candles?

It's a pity that no matter how Xiang Yin asked, Xie Wen just smiled mysteriously and no longer revealed the details.

After sending her into the taxi, the bustling and hustle and bustle of the street could not be heard until the rear of the car could no longer be seen.

Xie Wen walked back along the sidewalk, glanced at the time, and suddenly thought, it's too bad.

When I came out to meet others tonight, I didn't tell Jiang Zhiye in advance, and I don't know if he has gone home now, and if I ate dinner alone.

So he turned around, intending to call another taxi and rush home.

Xie Wen walked to the intersection, was about to stretch out his hand, his eyes caught the figure in front of him, his heart seemed to be grasped out of thin air, his shoulders shook, and he was stunned in place.

Under the trunk of the banyan tree, Jiang Zhiye stood there, wearing a dark blue shirt and a black suit jacket, the hair that ran down to his forehead was blown tousled by the cold wind, covering his brows dryly and slightly messy, and his pair of peach blossom eyes quenched the eyes of the street. The store's LED colorful cold light was looking at him deeply.

Xie Wen was like a student who was caught doing bad things: "You...how did you come here?"

How did he find it here?

This question popped up in his mind, for no reason, Xie Wen subconsciously frowned.

Before he could sort out his emotions, Jiang Zhiye had strode up and grabbed his hand: "I'm here to pick you up for dinner."

His fingers were cool, and there was a compelling chill on his body, and he seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

Xie Wen followed Jiang Zhiye into the car, and before he could ask the other party first, he covered his head with a question.

"Who is that woman? What does it have to do with you?"

Jiang Zhiye didn't turn on the engine, put his fingers on the steering wheel, and tapped it up and down.

Like police officers interrogating criminals, teachers interrogating students, and superiors interrogating subordinates.

More like a man doubting his lover.

Xie Wen didn't want to talk about it at first, but he didn't want to use silence in exchange for meaningless disputes, so he said: "A friend was discussing the selection of the orchestra, so I made an appointment to meet."

"Friend." Jiang Zhiye chewed these two words, his eyes were still cold.

What kind of friend is it that two people make an appointment to meet at night?

Jiang Zhiye witnessed the whole process, he saw Xie Wen ordering and paying the bill for that woman, talking and laughing, his whole body was filled with the unique taste of youth and romantic sense of gentleman.

Why can you smile so happily at others?What exactly did they say.Where he can't see, have you done other things together, been to other places, and discussed various interesting topics.

Is there anything that you can't say to yourself, but you must say it to your "friends"?

Jiang Zhiye took out the cigarette from the storage box, pulled out half of the cigarette butt, his movements were a little frizzy.Realizing that Xie Wen was watching him, he retracted the action of pulling out the cigarette.

Perhaps Xie Wen was waiting for him to continue asking, and then the two of them explained clearly at the peak of their emotional out of control, and then kissed and reconciled.

But Jiang Zhiye didn't intend to do that.

He wouldn't get mad at Xie Wen, never would.He didn't allow Xie Wen to find any excuse to leave him.

But no, it doesn't mean he really doesn't care.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiye turned his head, pinched Xie Wen's chin with slightly warmer fingers, leaned over, and asked warmly: "When you chatted with her, you seemed in a good mood, what are you talking about? "

This sentence made Xie Wen wake up like a dream. He thought that he had called his parents in Europe this afternoon and made an appointment to take Jiang Zhiye back as soon as Christmas came.

This incident made him happy all day, and maybe this good mood can last until next month.However, Xie Wen intends to keep it secret for the time being.

He chose a recent happy event to share: "Miss Xiang watched our practice video and thought it was very good. She said that the orchestra is sure to pass the selection."

Jiang Zhiye knew that the symphony orchestra was going to join the International Philharmonic Orchestra, so he let out a long voice: "That Miss Xiang is the organizer of the competition?"

"No, she is currently serving in the Capital Music Association, and she gave us the qualification this time." Xie Wen stared at his approaching face, leaned up to kiss the corner of his lips, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I just want to represent The band thanked her."

Jiang Zhiye's face softened.

He sat back in the driver's seat and said unintentionally: "Recently, the company is a little busy, so I can't take care of you in time. I will send you back to He Rijun in a few days, and I will pick you up then, okay?"

Xie Wen was worrying that he would not have the chance to be separated from Jiang Zhiye. He wanted to prepare a Christmas surprise and continue to process the violin made for him. This opportunity came at just the right time.

"I'll be back at the store tomorrow," he agreed almost immediately, "I hope you're busy these days."

Jiang Zhiye patted his leg with his right hand as a warning.

Xie Wen patted his forearm away nervously: "Drive seriously."

The sense of happiness of being blessed by his loved ones flooded his heart again. On the way home, he took out his mobile phone several times to choose the right ticket.

However, before he could deliver that gift, Jiang Zhiye gave him a "surprise" first.

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