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

After the New Year's Day, Jiang Zhiye gave all the assistants in the president's office a holiday. During this period, they didn't have to do anything, they only needed to complete one task - to find Xie Wen.

The data showed that his last activity was to book a plane ticket to Rome, Italy. When he arrived in Europe, it was not so easy to check his whereabouts in detail.

The end of the year is approaching, and there are many things to deal with in the company, such as how to choose the location of the engagement site, how to customize the engagement ring, and when to attend the Song family's family banquet.

The old man of the Song family asked him to go to the Song residence, and had a private meeting with him for dinner. The old man was already very satisfied with Jiang Zhiye's ability, implying that he would not have to worry about the ownership of the group after marriage. , Song's property will also be handled by him.

He was quite tolerant towards Jiang Zhiye, he didn't ask why the man kept silent at the dinner table, he only said that he hoped that he could take good care of Yingqing and become a model couple in the future.

Jiang Zhiye sneered, but did not respond to this sentence.

What to take good care of?How to be a model couple?

The two seem to be in harmony, and their minds are not on each other. In fact, there is no need to live on.

It's strange to say that since childhood, Jiang Zhiye has been thinking about many things in his heart, such as the unfinished piano lesson when he was young, those school activities and club activities that he had no chance to participate in, and Jiang Zhiye's absolute control when he grows up. , the help of the Song family and so on.

When he didn't get it, he almost didn't think about it for a day, but after he got it, he felt that he had lost a lot.

During the work period, when he was able to breathe for a while, Jiang Zhiye drove to the door where Mr. He Ri came back and waited for Xie Wen to appear.He thought he was off on vacation, and would be back in the musical instrument shop once the Christmas holidays were over, sitting at his work table grinding maple wood, but he didn't come a day, two days, until the time passed in December. The last day ushered in the new year, but Xie Wen still didn't come.

Only then did Jiang Zhiye realize that he would not come back.

He really lost him, Xie Wen hid in the vast crowd, thousands of miles away from him, as long as he wanted, he could never see Jiang Zhiye for the rest of his life, until he was old, until he died.

The phone was turned off, the phone card was abandoned by the owner, and the last call log was on Christmas morning. Since then, no calls have been received or messages have been sent.

Thick palpitations and panic began to play up Jiang Zhiye's emotions. Aside from the time that was taken up by work, he went to various places where Xie Wen might appear: He Rijun came again, the concert hall, Meng Shu's residence, and Xian Lu's studio.He personally asked everyone who might be related to Xie Wen, repeating the question over and over again: "Where did he go, and will he come back?"

All the subordinates he could send were ordered by him to search for clues about Xie Wen, but in the end they all fell into the sea.

After calming down for a few days, Jiang Zhiye said in a hoarse voice, "There's no need to look for it anymore, just keep going to work."

He felt that he was really crazy, this was just a normal lovelorn, besides, he had already expected this result when he made the choice at that time, so he had no choice but to accept it.

No one in this world can't live without him, he always thought so.

Jiang Zhiye put most of his energy into the group, and he didn't go to He Rijun again for a while, he didn't pay attention to the approaching engagement date, and he didn't go to the bar again.

Xie Wen is gone, he is like a wild boat that has lost its port, and has no place to rest for a while. His parents don't care about him, and his friends only think that he is making a fuss out of a molehill.So he didn't even want to go back to that big cold house.

He didn't want to face Aunt Ruan's comforting eyes, didn't want to open his eyes in the middle of the night, and there was nothing around him, no one could hug him, and he didn't want to see the past between him and Xie Wen in every corner of the house.

The worst fear is admitting that you can't lose this person.It is true that there is no right or wrong in choosing a lover or a future, but Jiang Zhiye is afraid that he will regret it when he dreams back at midnight.

Regret is the most time-delayed thing in the world. This kind of emotion comes too late, and often when you realize its existence, nothing can be saved.

Jiang Zhiye was ups and downs every day, busy with work, socializing, acting with Song Yingqing, trying to live the kind of heartless life before.

To a certain extent, he and Xie Wen are very similar, even if the inside is wounded and hollowed out, and turned into a walking dead, he will drag his painful body and repeat the work, trying to maintain calm in front of everyone look.

But it was too difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, and he began to smoke after being depressed for a long time and unable to vent.One by one, one by one, the good self-control that has been maintained for many years has now become a joke.

Except for Xue Wei, the employees of the Jiang Group didn't find anything wrong with the president. They only felt that Jiang Zhiye had become less talkative, occasionally lost his mind during meetings, and his demeanor had become gloomy and alienated.

God was also against him at this time. When the time came near the New Year's Eve, the Jiang Group gave employees a holiday. He was like a down-and-out jobless vagrant, with no substitute for energy and emotion, and finally returned to the cold and empty villa.

Preparing for the New Year is a joyful thing. Red lanterns and Chinese knots are hung on the streets and alleys of Tangjia City. Friends greet each other and relatives reunite. They accompany each other with warm embraces and spend the coldest time of the year together.

Jiang Zhiye hates winter and Chinese New Year.

He pushed the key into the keyhole and took a deep breath. It seemed as if he could still smell the refreshing and warm fragrance of Xie Wen's departure from the entrance.

Not even wanting to go to the third floor, Jiang Zhiye took off his coat, touched the remote control from the coffee table to close the curtains, lay down on the wide sofa and fell asleep.

He began to sleep all day and all night, and sometimes woke up slowly, looked at the dark room, couldn't tell whether it was dark or dawn, and then closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't notice it when he was busy, but when he was alone, he clearly felt that his loss and fear were getting worse day by day.

He didn't miss him for a day, and he never got out of the shadow of broken love.

He couldn't accept that Xie Wen disappeared like this, and he was still wondering why Xie Wen didn't want to say a few more words to him on the day they broke up, even if it was to beat him up or scold him a few words.

How could you be so cruel?

Jiang Zhiye continued to fall asleep, he was not in the mood to eat and drink, and all his activities were confined to the first floor of the villa. After several days of this, his body couldn't hold on.

He went to look in the mirror, and the man in the mirror was like an addict in the process of withdrawal reaction, his face was dull, his eyes paled, his nerves were highly active and he longed to see Xie Wen, his body was already withered, and he fell into extremes Poor vicious circle.

I don't know how many days it was until Jiang Zhiye was woken up by crackling firecrackers outside the window.

He heard the meaningless conversations of men and women who couldn't practice their perfect intonations. Outside, several children were laughing and chasing each other.

Jiang Zhiye couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten, he never cared about his appetite, but now he really felt hungry.

It was the emptiness from the body to the soul, the fragile and sensitive nerves could not withstand any external whipping, and even the slight sound of wind and grass could make his heart twitch violently, shaking and trembling uncomfortably.

He sat up on the bed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat on the carpet, and lit a small red flame in the dark space.

A cigarette was lit, Jiang Zhiye took two puffs, and coughed violently until he was short of breath and palpitations, his breathing accelerated, and his eyes shed physiological tears.

After not eating for a long time, every organ in the body is resisting the invasion of the outside world, and it is the lungs that respond first.

Jiang Zhiye stubbed out the cigarette butt, the survival instinct made him stand up, and wandered to the kitchen like a ghost.

He hasn't contacted anyone these days, and Xue Wei is also busy celebrating the New Year. Aunt Ruan didn't get orders, so she didn't dare to come to the villa to clean and cook.

There were stale vegetables in the refrigerator, Jiang Zhiye rummaged through them, opened the freezer below, focused his eyes on a certain point, and suddenly stopped his movements.

There is a bag of dumplings in a fresh-keeping bag frozen in the freezer.

It goes without saying who made this bag of dumplings.

Immediately afterwards, the kitchen island, refrigerator, microwave oven and rice cooker in front of him were confusedly mixed together and then quickly separated. In a trance, he could still see a man in a dark green sweater standing beside him, telling him.

"Don't waste these, cook and eat occasionally, remember not to leave them for more than a month."

Don't waste, don't waste...

Jiang Zhiye poured out all the dumplings and put them on a plate, turned on the fire, and watched the water-covered bottom of the pot gradually form fine bubbles, hot air puffed on his face, and the tiles on the wall leaked water.

He recalled the steps that Xie Wen taught him by hand, using chopsticks to put all the dumplings down the pot, and he couldn't remember the fillings. Jiang Zhiye only knew that he wanted to eat them all urgently.

The dumplings in the pot floated up and down as they were stirred, he thought dazedly, one month.

It has been almost a month since they broke up, and the bag of dumplings has long expired.

Did he expect that he would forget to cook the dumplings, so he reminded him not to waste them?

Jiang Zhiye looked at the pot of clear water boiled into milky white dumpling soup, and smelled the faint aroma of cooked flour, he fished them out one by one.

This plate of dumplings was put on the dining table, meat and vegetables were mixed together, Jiang Zhiye seemed not to feel the heat, and slowly ate them silently.

Under the action of high temperature, he couldn't taste the spoiled taste of the ingredients. His stomach didn't work for a long time, and he began to react with resistance. Jiang Zhiye kept nauseated and retched, but he insisted on eating all the food on the plate.

The freezing body temperature finally returned.

Jiang Zhiye continued to fish in the pot, he wanted to eat the unspoiled dumplings made by the two of them again, but Xie Wen would not give him this chance again.

He always said that he had no chance, but there were many opportunities given to him.

Jiang Zhiye thought of every midnight when Xie Wen leaned on his shoulder and asked him if he had any troubles to solve recently, and he said no.It turned out that he had been giving him a chance since then, and asked so many times over and over again, but he didn't take it to heart once.

Later, he was still asking why he refused to give himself another chance to correct.

Where did he not give it?

Xie Wen's heart is not cruel at all, his heart is the softest.

Otherwise, how could Jiang Zhiye bully him like an inch, how could he like him so tenderly.

Jiang Zhiye smiled mockingly, went to the sink and washed his face with ice water.

At this point, who else can he blame.

There is no one in this world who cannot survive without it.

But no one told him that leaving Xie Wen would become so painful.

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