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

It happened on the tenth morning of the short separation between the two. Xie Wen drove Meng Shu to the city concert hall as usual.

As the selection approached, everyone's emotions were very tense, and they spent almost every day here, either practicing the piano or on the way to practice the piano.

However, today's atmosphere was a bit off. Xie Wen opened the backstage curtain and walked into the auditorium. Before he put down the violin, he heard several team members chatting and laughing together not far away.

No one in the audience was practicing, and there was no tension on their faces.

"Boom, boom, boom", the floor on the stage collided with the piano box, making three dull sounds.The echoes bounced off the walls and circled around the closed concert hall, making it deafening.

All the talking and laughing stopped abruptly, and everyone looked along the source of the sound, only to see Xie Wen standing there silently looking at them, as if he was not satisfied with the status quo.

"Thank you teacher!"

One of them stepped down the steps as if seeing some rare treasure, and held Xie Wen's hand: "Good news, great news!"

Xie Wen watched his enthusiastic movements, raised his brows slightly, and waited for his next words calmly.

"We can have a celebration dinner tonight!"

"What celebration banquet?" At this moment, Meng Shu also stepped forward, and when he heard this sentence, he leaned closer to the two of them with his ears stretched out.

"It's the trial competition that Mr. Xie introduced us to participate in earlier. It is said that our group has been appointed by default for this matter, and the head of the orchestra has received the letter."

What?Default?

Isn't the qualification of the winner of this selection contest going to the string group of the International Music League?Why can it be determined by default?

As soon as he heard the news, a series of questions popped into Xie Wen's mind instantly. His face changed slightly, and surprise flashed in his eyes: "Isn't the Capital Music Association responsible for this event? Who is interested in us?"

Could it be Xiang Yin?But she doesn't have such a great right, otherwise she wouldn't come here to ask Xie Wen to prepare seriously.

"I don't know about that, why don't you thank the teacher and ask the team leader?"

"The head of the group plays the piano, so he probably didn't come today, hey, thank you boss──" Meng Shu wanted to persuade his boss not to be impulsive, but before he finished speaking, the man had already crossed the stage and left the concert hall.

Xie Wen went to the backstage and opened the doors of the lounge one by one to search around, but he couldn't find the head of the symphony orchestra. Then he simply found a stool and sat down, took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Hey, Xie, what's the matter?"

"Head," Xie Wen quickly organized the words, "I heard that the selection of the string group of the International Philharmonic Orchestra has come to fruition, and we have the default qualifications."

"Oh, what are you talking about," the other end of the phone suddenly smiled, and hinted, "How could you not know? The internal document signed by the president of the Capital Music Association has been sent in a confidential letter. Whose favor do you borrow? You should be able to guess."

Xie Wen's heart sank suddenly.

"Hey, Xiao Xie, why didn't you tell me Jiang is always the eldest son of the Jiang Group..."

"You mean, this matter was promoted by Zhi...Jiang Zhiye?"

"Stop playing charades here, how could you not know?"

Xie Wen could no longer hear the following words, only a few key words popped up in his mind: President of Music Association, Uncle Ren, Renqing, Jiang Zhiye.

Consciousness was a little dizzy, the overwhelming lights and the dust in the air expanded and expanded, squeezing Xie Wen's throat in a substantial way, making him speechless.The scene in front of him was back to the banquet some time ago, Jiang Zhiye smiled and led him, and brought him in front of the president of the music association.

"Xiaowen, this is Uncle Ren, the president of the Capital Music Association."

It seems that Jiang Zhiye planned to intervene from the very beginning.

But why, why do you want to do this?

Xie Wen's chest felt tight, his brows furrowed deeply, and the knuckles holding the phone turned white from the anger he tried to restrain.

The other side of the phone continued to say: "The room has been booked for tonight's celebration banquet. It is not impossible for you to call the lady who is the referrer, but it is best to call Mr. Jiang..."

"At a quarter past seven in the evening, you must come, so don't be late."

"──Okay, see you tonight."

Xie Wen hung up the phone and fell into a long silence. He stood up, and his leather shoes accidentally hit the leg of the seat. There was a loud bang, and the wooden seat rolled down on the tiles, making a dull accent.

The accidental touch seemed to find some way to vent his incomprehension at the moment, he lifted the seat with one hand, and slammed it hard against the wall.This time the chair leg was not so lucky, half of it fell to the ground and broke.

This is the first time Xie Wen has lost control of his emotions. He has never liked others to dictate his affairs.At this moment, he was about to be driven crazy by Jiang Zhiye's deep-rooted machismo.

Why do you always meddle in the planned arrangements wantonly, and why things don't always develop along the established track?

The ground was like driftwood attached to the sea, shaking his body like waves, dizzying his nerves.

It's not the first time something like this has happened, is it?

Xie Wen closed his eyes, turned out the phone address book and stared at the words Jiang Zhiye for a long time.

He can't talk to each other at this time, extreme emotions and irrational thoughts will push the two people further and further apart.

Someone knocked lightly on the door, and Meng Shu said cautiously, "Boss, are you okay...?"

Xie Wen raised his eyes and glanced at him, his eyes were bloodshot: "It's okay."

Meng Shu was keenly aware that his condition was not good, and he was beating a drum in his heart: "Then tonight's celebration banquet, will the boss still go?"

"Go, why don't you go," Xie Wen calmly said, "I want to know the cause and effect of the matter, including every detail."

After saying this, he raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows. When he walked out of the backstage with Meng Shu 10 minutes later, his face had returned to normal.

The mood of Xie Wen was completely opposite. The whole string group was very excited. They thanked Xie Wen all day. Of course, this kind of gratitude was not because Xie Wen introduced such a good opportunity, nor was it because of him. The supervision and teaching during this period is because he knew Jiang Zhiye.

They are thanking him, thankful that he has Jiang Zhiye.

This is a shame to Xie Wen, who has a lot of self-esteem, even though it is his boyfriend who caused this situation.

At the celebration banquet, everyone pushed and changed glasses, Xie Wen especially drank a lot, he chatted with everyone with a smile, and it didn't take long to piece together what happened.

"Mr. Xie, why didn't Mr. Jiang come with you today? Don't you usually appear together?"

"Yes, yes, such an important day, we should celebrate it with Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang is on the left, and Mr. Jiang is on the right. Xie Wen replied while pouring wine: "I asked him. He is very busy. I really can't make time for tonight."

This sentence is true, Jiang Zhiye seldom spares time to visit him recently, only those expensive and colorful gifts replace him to visit He Rijun uninterruptedly and come back again.

In addition to flowers, there are commemorative CD music records, miniature piano models, and the blue mountain coffee beans that are now out of date in Lanmao, which come from Jamaica.

What is he up to?Xie Wen didn't know, Jiang Zhiye never said anything about himself, he didn't seem to need his lover to share his worries.

Unknowingly, Xie Wen drank a lot of wine. After the celebration banquet, he still stood upright and spoke articulately. Except for the blush on his face and a trace of confusion in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with him.

He didn't invite Xiang Yin tonight, Xie Wen had already lost the courage to contact her, and he felt that Xiang Yin was the one who was most sorry about this matter.

Walking out of the hotel door together with the members of the orchestra, the howling cold wind blew on Xie Wen's cheeks, raising a bit of sobriety.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang, you are too late, we have finished eating."

"That's right, why don't you come to the banquet tonight? Such a happy day."

The noisy words came to Xie Wen's ears. He stood by the glass door, squinted his eyes and watched the crowd gathered in front of him, talking and laughing around Jiang Zhiye. smile.

His eyes passed over the crowd, and he cast a scorching heat on Xie Wen, and then walked up.

"How much did you drink?"

Jiang Zhiye bent down, sniffed Xie Wen's right ear, and then whispered, "I'll take you home."

Xie Wen looked at him with narrow and deep eyes, his expression was in a trance.I haven't seen him for a while, but when I saw him tonight, I still miss him first from the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Zhiye rubbed the top of his hair, and as usual, led him to his car without refusing.

"and many more."

Xie Wen suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Jiang Zhiye turned around and stopped, "What's the matter, what else is there?"

Xie Wen frowned with a headache, took out his mobile phone and called Meng Shu. Three seconds later, a man's mobile phone rang not far away, and he hurried forward: "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Go and drive my car and wait for me on the road ahead."

"..." Meng Shu glanced at Jiang Zhiye's froze smile from the corner of his eyes, and whispered, "Okay."

"Let him go home," Jiang Zhiye stood in front of Xie Wen again, looked at him deeply, with a gentle tone, "Be good, you're drunk, I'll take you home to be safe."

Xie Wen smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to straighten the man's tie: "Don't worry, I will get in your car."

After saying this, he walked to the intersection first, opened the door and sat in the back seat of Jiang Zhiye's car.

The slightly red eyes of his boyfriend still remained in Jiang Zhiye's mind. He stood there for a moment, thinking about it, and then quickly followed.

The car didn't start, and the car was very quiet.

"Drunk?" Jiang Zhiye was also sitting in the back seat, reaching out to feel the temperature of his forehead.

Xie Wen held his wrist and said in a hoarse voice: "You are the host of the celebration banquet tonight, why don't you come?"

"I'm a bit busy at work," Jiang Zhiye said, "You are the one they should be most grateful to. It doesn't matter if I go or not."

"Oh? Really." Xie Wen opened his eyes and stared at him fiercely, "Then should you explain to me why you made decisions without my consent again and again?"

The sudden change of attitude made Jiang Zhiye's face darken.

The lover has always been obedient and considerate to him, and has never questioned him harshly.

He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and still said in a coaxing tone: "You have worked hard on this matter for a long time these days, and I don't want you to continue to be tired. If it makes you angry, then I apologize."

Xie Wen didn't speak, and lowered his head, Jiang Zhiye felt his despondency inexplicably.

"If there is anything else to say, it's that I don't want to see you meeting someone other than me alone, baby, let me help you solve this matter smoothly, isn't that good?"

Xie Wen still didn't answer.

Jiang Zhiye's patience had already begun to wear out, and he didn't show it on his face: "I am your boyfriend, if you don't rely on me, who else do you rely on?"

"What do you think of me..."

"Huh?" Jiang Zhiye didn't hear the muttering clearly, and whispered softly, "What's wrong?"

"I said, what do you take me for?"

Xie Wen's eyes were a little red, and he grabbed his collar: "Have you ever respected my efforts and opinions? Have you ever thought that I don't need your charity."

Even if he doesn't want to respect his own efforts, can he consider other people's feelings a little bit?Isn't the hard work of Xiangyin and all the members of the Orchestra worthy of due respect?

What's more, in that embarrassing way-yes, in his subconscious, this kind of brutal and authoritarianism for his own good is embarrassing.

Jiang Zhiye looked at him steadfastly, a storm was brewing in Taohua's eyes.

Xie Wen is making trouble for no reason.

What's wrong with him paying for him?Those lovers in the past were not rushing to ask him to help solve the problems, such as magazine covers, consumption funds, and filming qualifications, there were countless.Why was it wrong for me to take the initiative to think about him when I came to him, to arouse such a big reaction from him?

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiye tried his best to persuade himself to be patient with him: Xie Wen was different from those people, he was good enough himself, so he didn't allow himself to rely on others to live.

He looked at Xie Wen's wet eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and after a long time, he said softly: "Don't cry, you are too old."

"Can I apologize to you, this will never happen again... Besides, not everyone has as much backbone as you, do they? Look at the people in the band, they are all happy to get a bargain. "

After finishing speaking, she touched Xie Wen's lower eye with her fingers, as if to wipe away the non-existent tears for him.

Xie Wen was startled, opened his wrist at once, sat upright and stopped looking at Jiang Zhiye.

There was nothing to cry about such things, and he didn't want to cry at all, but his eyes were bloodshot, which looked a little scary.

"I need to calm down." Xie Wen took a deep breath and opened the car door. "Let's meet again when we reach a settlement on this issue."

He half leaned out of the car, and was pulled back into his embrace by Jiang Zhiye vigorously. The overwhelming kisses were printed on his face, eyes, nose and lips. Xie Wen struggled to get out of Jiang Zhiye's embrace.

"I was wrong," Jiang Zhiye felt that he had not gained much advantage in this tug-of-war, so he flattered him in a low voice, "Jiang has a lot of things to deal with these days, I didn't take time to spend time with you, and I didn't Communicate with you in time and ask your thoughts.”

"I bought you a house in Repulse Bay on Maple Leaf Road. You are the owner of the house. Let's take a look together in two days, okay? I know you don't like the style of the house in the villa area. Let's decide together this time. furnish."

Xie Wen didn't look into Jiang Zhiye's eyes, he was surprisingly calm, and even rehearsed the next process in his mind: being sent home by him, apologizing, pretending to be pitiful, and staying in Overnight in the store.

"I'm going back tonight by myself," Xie Wen patted his hand, "Don't worry, this doesn't mean to announce the breakup of the relationship, let's look at the house together when we have time... Believe me, I still like you very much. "

With a sudden confession mixed in, the man turned around and plunged into the night, got in his car and drove away.

Jiang Zhiye stared at his back until he disappeared, the corners of his lips curled up, no smile.

Cars are still coming and going on Huaxie Avenue, and there is an endless stream.

Meng Shu drove Xie Wen home. He thought that his boss would be drunk today, but he didn't expect the opposite.Along the way, he didn't dare to take the initiative to speak, for fear of offending Xie Wen.

Tonight, Greenland Park held a concert to commemorate a certain actress surnamed Deng in the last century. The lingering soft voice filled the whole street through the speakers, and the colorful neon lights cast gorgeous shadows on Xie Wen's deep facial features.

好 花 不 常 开

好景 不 常 在

Sorrow heap solution smile eyebrow

teary lovesickness belt

今宵 离别 后

He Rijun coming again

……

人生 能 得 回 醉

不 欢 更 何 待

Come, come, drink this cup, let's talk

On the morning of the second day, Tezhu Xue clearly felt that his CEO was in a bad mood.

Although before this, Jiang Zhiye had been bored and restless for a long time, but this time it was different. His expression was gloomy, and there was some kind of unspeakable desire and dissatisfaction in his brows. It was obvious that his condition was even worse .

Assistant Xue knocked on the door of the office, with sweaty palms and a little nervous.

"Mr. Jiang... you are looking for me."

"How are the preparations for the house in Repulse Bay?" Jiang Zhiye asked coldly as he leaned on the seat with slightly lowered eyes.

"The transfer procedure is half completed, and the key has been sent to me." Assistant Xue quickly took out a delicate black key from his pocket and showed it to him.

"Send it to his shop." Jiang Zhiye ordered.

"Oh..." Wait, why didn't you talk about sending flowers today? Xue Tezhu was dazed, and asked again, "Boss Jiang, do you still want to send flowers?"

Jiang Zhiye looked at him with a half-smile, and said word by word: "Why, you ask me?"

"No, no," Assistant Xue immediately shook his head, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Jiang, the ring you photographed has also arrived."

He took out another delicate box from another pocket, opened it, and there was a ring inside.

A house, a ring, who would have thought that they would be sent to different people.

"Put the ring at your place first, go out." Jiang Zhiye's eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

Special assistant Xue said a few times, before walking to the door of the president's office, he turned his back to Jiang Zhiye and asked, "Boss Jiang, you, did you quarrel with Mr. Xie?"

The office was silent, and there was no answer for a long time.

Xue Tezhu strengthened his courage, and looked back, only to see Jiang Zhiye sizing him up like a beast after waking up.

"What do you want to say?"

"I, I want to say," Assistant Xue stammered a little. He thought that buying this house to Xie Wen was to ease the relationship between the two, or to make an apology, so he asked, "Do you think that, Is this kind of weird?"

"Just, I feel that although you are in a relationship with Mr. Xie, there is no difference in the way you get along with those people...for example, with Lan Xi."

In other words, Jiang Zhiye still regarded Xie Wen as his lover in essence.

When you are not busy, you can still see some affection; when you are busy, you don't care at all, and only spend money to appease the other party's emotions.

After saying this, Jiang Zhiye suddenly flipped over the documents on the desktop, and stood up straight.

His eyes were red, a sign of anger: "Are you questioning me?"

The author has something to say:

The progress is a little slower than I thought, and I will release the fuse of the crematorium tomorrow.

Thanks to the following wealthy bosses -3-:

Thanks to boss 48683091 for the 15 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated! !

Thanks to Boss Fri for irrigating 10 bottles of nutrient solution! !

Thanks to the boss Jiali for throwing a mine! ! !

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