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

December 12th, Christmas Day, five o'clock in the morning.

Through the light gray heavy cotton curtains, a faint glow can be seen faintly. The room is like a closed box whose gaps have been pried open, and the air flows slowly under the penetration of the light.

Xie Wen sat on the head of the bed, watching the fine dust in the air float up and down little by little, and finally they flew down into the dark corner without light and disappeared without a trace.

Gradually, the light outside the window became brighter and brighter, and everything was quiet. The mobile phone on the bedside table moved a few inches, and the screen turned on.

Among countless missed calls, text messages, and WeChat message notifications, a notification that a flight was about to take off successfully squeezed out the bombarding information and occupied Xie Wen's sight.

He picked up the phone, swiped to check the weather in Rome, Italy, then threw it on the carpet and got up to wash.

Shirts, pullover sweaters, suits and coats of various colors are neatly arranged in the closet, and ties of different brands and dark patterns are stored in hidden drawers.

Xie Wen stretched out his long fingers and combed his fine bangs back. With his bare upper body, he picked out a beige round-neck sweater, a HERMESHMARIN belt, a pair of coffee-colored striped woolen pants, and a thick over-the-knee jacket.

He changed his clothes in the cloakroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Except for the lifeless face, everything else was as proper as usual.

This is Xie Wen's request to himself, no matter how bad his condition is, he must maintain a consistent clean and elegant appearance in front of others.

ID card, passport, plus a lot of euro banknotes, that's all the luggage.

Xie Wen bent down to pick up the phone on the carpet, sent a few messages, then pressed the power off button, and simply cleaned up the room.

The bedroom was closed, the doors and windows were closed, and the piano making room on the first floor was also locked by him.

Outside the store, his car was parked on the side of the street, ready to leave at any time.

Xie Wen didn't sleep all night, being blown by the cold wind, his consciousness became more lucid.

He opened the car door and sat in, leaned tiredly on the seat, and said to Meng Shu, "Let's go."

The voice is hoarse, dry and unpleasant.

There was silence all the way, until the car stopped at the gate of the terminal building, a man opened the door on Xie Wen's side with a steaming paper bag.

"Have you eaten yet? Have some porridge first, otherwise you will feel very uncomfortable on the plane."

Xian Lu looked at Xie Wen in the car, and the other party was like a dead pool of water without waves, he just waved his hand lightly: "Thank you, I'm not hungry yet."

Accompanied by Xian Lu and Meng Shu, Xie Wen walked all the way to the security check gate without saying a word.

The clock at the international airport struck eight times above their heads, and the large quadrangular screen hanging from the ceiling showed the flight information to various countries. In the lower right corner of each screen, the morning news of Tangjia City was being broadcast in real time. .

More and more passers-by stopped and looked up at the electronic screen. The news host was wearing a formal suit and was reporting the scene of the peak press conference—it was said that the president of the Jiang Group and the daughter of the Song Group would officially announce when they got engaged and Exchange rings.

Almost all the people in the international terminal raised their heads, and there were many people walking and watching. Only Xie Wen stared blankly and straight at the boarding gate inside the security gate.

He heard the radio shout: The flight from Tangjia, China to Rome, Italy is about to take off in an hour.

Xian Lu and Meng Shu beside him were calling him: It's time to pass the security check, do you want to eat something now.

Xie Wen raised his eyes and looked at the electronic screen, not knowing whether he was looking at the flight that lasted more than ten hours or some other news.

He stared at something for a long time, about half an hour.

When the broadcast continued to urge passengers who had not boarded the plane to go through the security check, Xie Wen turned back stiffly and said, "Let's go."

He didn't find the person he wanted to wait for, so he laughed at himself in his heart, and walked towards the boarding gate pretending to be relieved.

Xie Wen didn't carry any luggage, only a few documents in his coat. After 3 minutes, he disappeared in the middle of Meng Shu and Xian Lu's field of vision.It took more than half a day for the flight from Tangjia City to arrive in Italy in southern Europe. On the plane, he looked at the white clouds outside the porthole, his head was empty, and he didn't have the energy to think about anything.

Outside the terminal, Meng Shu and Xian Lu had been watching Xie Wen's flight leave Tangjia City before driving to the city.

The two men were very silent, and the atmosphere in the car was a little dignified.

This period of time was extremely difficult, Meng Shu turned on the music in the car, and deliberately did not touch the traffic broadcast button: they are tired of hearing the three words Jiang Zhiye these days.

The soothing music washed away some of Xian Lu's melancholy. He tapped his fingers on the glass of the car and asked, "What should I do when Mr. He Ri comes again? Xiao Wen is gone, what about Yi Ming?"

"Yiming is an adult, so you can't always rely on thanking the boss," Meng Shu sighed, "It's my duty to take care of Mr. He Rijun when he comes back again, don't worry about that."

"Did Xiaowen tell you... Will he come back in the future?"

"No," Meng Shu shook his head, "but you don't have to worry about this, the boss has a deep affection for this place, and he will always come back."

Xian Lu didn't answer, staring at the ever-enlarging shadow in front of him, and suddenly shouted: "Damn, brake!"

Meng Shu was startled by the shout, and immediately turned the steering wheel into a drifting track on the wide road at the exit of the airport. A black car was parked in front of them, and a man stepped out of the driver's seat. Chino.

The two were still in shock, and before they recovered from the shock just now, they saw Jiang Zhiye strode forward, opened the passenger door, and stared at them sullenly.

"Where is Xie Wen?"

Jiang Zhiye didn't wear a tie, and the hem of his suit swayed from side to side in the bitter wind. He was holding the car door tightly, his eyes were bloodshot.

Neuropathy.

Xian Lu patted his heart, raised his eyebrows and glared, "Are you crazy, this is a highway intersection, do you want to go to the police station?"

Jiang Zhiye didn't move or hesitate at all, he grabbed Xian Lu's shoulder and asked word for word again: "Where's Xie Wen?"

"Why did I tell you?" Xian Lu was restrained, but he didn't care, he showed a smile of revenge, "You are the omnipotent Mr. Jiang, why don't you know where he is?"

"Where is Xie Wen's phone, why didn't he answer it?" Jiang Zhiye's eyes were full of storms, "What time is his flight, and when will he come back?"

"Jiang Zhiye."

Xian Lu used his strength to get out of the car and stood in front of him: "May I ask in what capacity are you asking me now? It seems that you have already ended the relationship with him, since you have already bought the engagement ring." , just be specific to Ms. Song, the most important thing for a person is to know how to be content, and don't want to live in Long and hope in Shu."

Jiang Zhiye lifted his collar, his cold eyebrows flitted across his face like poisonous snakes: "Say it again."

"It doesn't matter how many times you say it."

Xian Lu clenched his fist and punched Jiang Zhiye hard on the side of the face. The man didn't dodge, and turned his head to one side along with his force. After a while, a faint red mark appeared on his cheek.

The next moment, Jiang Zhiye stared at him gloomyly, and lifted Xian Lu from the ground with both hands. He watched Xian Lu's face turn blue from suffocation, and repeated the previous question.

"Xie, Wen, where are you?"

Xian Lu is not as tall as a man, and he won't get any benefits from Jiang Zhiye. At this moment, Meng Shu opened the car door and rushed up to hug Xian Lu, saying, "Boss Jiang, please calm down! If you want to To recover the boss, the most important thing to do now is to go to the airport instead of questioning us here!"

"Cough cough cough-"

Xian Lu covered his neck, patted Meng Shu's arm, and said with a sarcasm, "Does this selfish coward think that he can control Xie Wen even if we break up? Hurry up and go to Italy to find him now, see Will he look at you?"

"See if he will take you to spend Christmas in Rome, meet his parents, and have a reunion dinner together as he planned for you?"

Jiang Zhiye licked his molars, and when he heard the last sentence, his expression froze for a moment.

"What did you say, what Christmas?"

Xian Lu looked at him with pity and smiled, and sat back in the car without saying a word. Before leaving, he looked at Jiang Zhiye's furious look, and said quietly: "What a pity? It was almost, Xie Wen's parents will accept you ...it's too late."

The car drove away, the intersection was blocked, and the sound of countless horns pierced through the man's eardrums.

Feeling lost, Jiang Zhiye ran back to the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the international airport like crazy.

The China-Europe flight crossed the entire continent and finally arrived in Rome at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The winter in Italy is relatively cold and damp. After a long time of landing in this city, and then going back to seven time zones, Xie Wen was dizzy and unable to raise his spirits.

All the faces at the airport were replaced by foreigners with tall features and light eyes. They spoke quickly and walked past him expressionlessly, bringing a gust of moist cold wind.

Xie Wen took out a few euros from his pocket and called a taxi at the gate of the airport.

This is a familiar city for him, and many landmark buildings are the same as in memory, and he can blurt out fluent Italian without thinking about it.

The taxi driver chatted with him enthusiastically. As the conversation deepened, Xie Wen couldn't help but think of his other identity: he is William Xie, and he should be a gentleman at all times, not a dog in the dark.

After more than an hour's drive, the driver sent him to a beautiful garden house. The junction of the black-painted iron gate and the red fence was covered with blooming white geraniums, and the small yard in front of the house was parked. An SUV, under the steps and eaves are full of potted plants and green plants with beautiful flowers in full bloom. Just from the plush and clean carpet in front of the door, it can be seen that the owner of the house must be living a comfortable and comfortable life.

Xie Wen paid the money, stood in front of the iron gate and looked at it for a while, then reached out and pressed the doorbell on the fence.

Almost at the moment he pressed the button, the door opened, and a gentle woman in a wool scarf came out with a watering can filled with water.

The woman noticed the figure outside the courtyard and looked at Xie Wen in surprise.

She put down the watering can, walked up the path in the yard, opened the iron gate, and looked at her son whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Wenwen... when did you arrive in Rome?"

The woman looked at the man who was alone, her eyes slightly shifted and fell behind him, she didn't see anyone else, she was a little surprised, so she thoughtfully chose not to speak, her eyes were full of tender care when she looked at him.

The moment Xie Wen saw his mother, Xie Wen's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

On the afternoon of Christmas Eve, he closed his five senses on the way to Shise, and could not perceive anything. He vented, broke up, and dealt with the aftermath of his feelings with a little bit of unwillingness, after staying up all night. Take the earliest flight to Rome.

However, at this moment, after a twelve-hour flight plus a seven-hour time difference, Xie Wen stood in front of his mother and suddenly regained the ability to feel.

He smelled the fresh and pleasant fragrance of geraniums, mixed with the smell of moist earth and the vigorous fragrance of the courtyard, and all directions turned into a soft barrier to wrap him up, gently lift him up, and let him straighten his back.

He heard the taxi driving out of the street, the sound of the engine gradually faded away, the choking exhaust gradually faded away, the manhole cover was run over by the tires and made a muffled sound, and the passers-by led the big barking dog, tightly Then the dog owner uttered a standard Italian swear word.

He saw the setting sun in the sky, the hazy rays caressing the roof of the small bungalow, and the clouds gathered together, gently drifting behind his mother.

He remembered that he had made the first violin for Jiang Zhiye that belonged only to him, and there were still many designs that he had envisioned: simple, modern, and electronic, all of which are no longer needed.

He remembered that he had booked two plane tickets to Italy for Christmas, and wanted to take Jiang Zhiye to meet his parents, eat together, talk together, and receive the restrained but sincere blessings from his elders, so as to make up for his obsessions and shortcomings. I don't need any more.

He remembered that he needed to be wronged. He worked so hard and earnestly to be a competent lover. He was obedient and obedient. Every time that person woke up from the nightmare, he hugged him tightly and comforted him. In the end, that person let him go A steelyard, one side is him, the other side is the future, after the scale is over, he is abandoned.

Clean and tidy, not even asking for his opinion.

Xie Wen froze there, his eyes were red, and his fingertips were trembling.

The woman walked up to him, frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "Wenwen, what happened?"

"Mother."

Xie Wen spoke the first Chinese sentence in Italy.

He leaned over and hugged the woman tightly, with his slightly pointed chin resting on the soft cotton shawl, whimpering and whispering: "He didn't choose me, he didn't want me anymore."

Xie Wen closed his eyes, big drops of tears flowed down his cheeks, hit the ground, and wiped away the wet marks.

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Thanks to Yize Twenty-five Boss for throwing a mine

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