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

As the movie came to an end, black, white and gray light shone on Jiang Zhiye's side face.

This was the first time the two met after the New Year. The man seemed to have lost a lot of weight, with a gloomy temperament, which was quite different from his previous appearance.

...Is he doing well?Xie Wen thought in a trance.

Jiang Zhiye looked down at him, his thin lips parted slightly: "Why don't you continue playing the violin?"

"I don't want to continue, there is no other reason."

Xie Wen let go of his hand and stuffed his coat into his arms: "The temperature is very low at night, you should wear it by yourself."

He tugged at his neckline, stood up and made a gesture to leave.

In the darkness, the man grabbed him and asked in a deep voice, "What's the relationship between that blond man and you? He's your—"

Is he your boyfriend.

Jiang Zhiye wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask.He remembered that the Philharmonic Orchestra spokesperson said in front of the camera this afternoon that Xie Wen frankly admitted that he had a relationship and refused to meet and date anyone in private.

Does he already have someone he likes?Who the hell was that person, and were they together?

Jiang Zhiye postponed his trip and rushed to Italy to watch Xie Wen's last violin performance. He wanted to just watch secretly and sit in an inconspicuous corner to watch the whole process, but when he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into Xie Wen and a The blond man steps out.

They were both wearing tuxedos and the same elaborate bow ties.The costume of the chief is different from that of ordinary members. This is the conclusion Jiang Zhiye came back to follow Xie Wen to the Tangjia City Auditorium. He recognized at a glance that this blond man was also a certain chief of the orchestra.

Jiang Zhiye watched them walking and chatting, and finally the man called Xie Wen to stop, and they stood still and hugged.

He watched quietly not far away, and took back the impulsive steps after a few steps, feeling slumped in his heart.

The intimate image of the two embracing each other burned his eyes and left a fiery scar in his heart. Jiang Zhiye's brain buzzed, and he couldn't hear or see anything clearly.

What his pitch-black eyes saw was another pitch black, bottomless, sticky and hot.

But that man threw away all the rings. Is that ring related to Xie Wen?

He clearly saw the blond man walk out with other men after walking out of the parking lot, how could such a half-hearted person be worthy of Xie Wen.

However, at this moment, the person concerned frowned and asked suspiciously, "What blond man?"

Jiang Zhiye said lonely and authentically: "That chief."

Chief...Xie Wen said: "Joshua, we are very good partners in competition, don't misinterpret the relationship between the two of us."

After saying this, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, and then thought angrily, there is nothing to explain.

But Jiang Zhiye obviously didn't believe it.

Xie Wen's silhouette turned into a black shadow under the light of the end of the movie, and he moved outside from the auditorium.

A taller silhouette appeared on the screen, Jiang Zhiye grabbed him: "Your coach said in front of the reporter that you have someone you love, who is that person?"

Is it the blond man?

Who is that person... who is that person...

Xie Wen was suddenly stung by this question, and his eyes seemed to be stung, so he turned around angrily and waved Jiang Zhiye's hand away.

"Jiang Zhiye, don't you know what our relationship is now?"

Xie Wen stood in front of him again, trying to suppress the emotions that were about to explode: "May I ask what capacity you are talking to me now, and you shouldn't be with Ms. Song in China now? You didn't even think about your own problems clearly, why did you bother?" Take care of me?"

Jiang Zhiye was hit by what he said, and suddenly froze there.

Xie Wen took a deep breath, he laughed angrily at the man in front of him, and left the studio quickly without saying anything.

By the time Jiang Zhiye chased him out, Xie Wen had already disappeared into the thick smog of Rome.

He stood there, his body was like a broken bellows, the cold wind poured in and hummed, it was the voice in his heart, already riddled with holes and devastated.

What Xie Wen said was right, he should go back to Tangjia City and continue to repeat the same life, but when he thought that there was no Xie Wen on the road woven with brocade, he suddenly didn't know what else to look forward to in such a life.

Could it be that Xie Wen's love for him can't offset those insatiable desires?

Jiang Zhiye suddenly remembered that someone judged him viciously at the intersection of the airport highway that day.

People are not satisfied with suffering, and they look forward to Shu when they get Long.

Clutching the coat in his hand, he left Rome and left Italy.

From this day on, Jiang Zhiye completely disappeared from Xie Wen's life and never appeared again.

Time flies, and after spring, Xie Wen became famous in the industry, and held several foreign tours with the orchestra.

The coach gave him the right to choose the location in China, so he set the location in Tangjia City without hesitation.

The band announced that they had arrived at Tang's house earlier than they did. On the day the flight landed, the entire airport was full of journalists and band fans who picked up the plane.

Xie Wen wrapped himself up and said goodbye to his teammates. Someone joked: "William, this is your hometown. You should treat us well and be a serious and competent tour guide."

"Of course, but not today," Xie Wen walked briskly, turning his head and beckoning as he walked, "I have invited friends to have dinner tonight, and I will definitely make up for you some other day."

When the entire orchestra was surrounded by reporters and cameras, he went around to another exit and got into Xian Lu's car alone.

"You still know when you come back. Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for nearly a year!"

Xian Lu punched the man in the co-pilot, and looked him up and down: "Commander Xie is really brilliant, it's not the same as before."

"Have it?"

Xie Wen replied casually, looking at his face in the rearview mirror.

His dressing style was indeed influenced by his friends in the orchestra, and gradually became less rigorous and upright. It was summer, and the temperature at Tang’s house was pleasant at night. He was wearing a thin black hoodie and tailored trousers And boots, wearing a metal necklace around the neck, hair dyed chestnut brown, slightly curled at the ends of the hair, under the illumination of the bustling night lights on the roadside, like a low-key mixed-race star.

This is the result of Xie Wen's efforts to make changes, although sometimes he is more comfortable with the way he dresses in the past.

"You look much younger than before, and now I believe you are a young singer who just debuted."

Xie Wen smiled, and asked again: "Where's Meng Shu?"

"He's waiting for us in the hotel box. He just called Yiming. He's busy preparing for the school's art performance. He might not be able to come tonight."

"Well, it's okay." Xie Wen's mood was filled with the joy and fulfillment of returning to China, and he didn't mind Zhuo Yiming's absence.

They rushed to the hotel, Meng Shu took the elevator to the first floor in three steps and two steps, and gave Xie Wen a bear when he came up.

"Boss, you are finally back!"

Xie Wen's slightly pointed chin rested on his shoulder, and patted his back reassuringly.

Everyone had to drive at night, so no one ordered drinks, and the joy of reuniting after a long absence filled the room. Xian Lu poured Xie Wen a glass of Coke and asked, "How did you think of becoming a conductor and not playing the violin anymore? "

"If someone is willing to buy it, they can consider holding a few recitals. As for conducting..." Xie Wen explained, "I happened to learn some in the early years, and this year I just picked up this skill again."

"It's not bad to be a conductor. I've seen your orchestra's performance on TV," Xian Lu was full of praise. "The conductor is more handsome. All parts of the orchestra have to be directed by you alone. It doesn't feel as good as being the chief violinist." ?”

Meng Shu also nodded and asked, "Boss, where is your orchestra going to perform this time? Is it the Tangjia City Concert Hall? The concert hall there is too small, and it may not be able to accommodate your large number of people."

"It's not decided yet, I don't need to worry about this matter." Xie Wen replied.

"Then," he hesitated, "will you stay after this concert, or go back to Italy forever and never come back again?"

Xie Wen shook the cup, and his eyes fell on the small bubbles: "After the tour, I may retreat to the second line and return to Tangjia City to continue making pianos. There is only one conductor in the orchestra, but there are many capable people. I can't keep going." Occupy your position and don’t let it out.”

Although he is now more interested in conducting, in the final analysis, the love in his heart is still related to the violin. Not only that, there are fewer and fewer outstanding luthiers in various countries. Once Xie Wen retires, China will probably not cultivate new talents. , He couldn't give up this job because of emotion and reason.

Besides, Xie Wen is now famous far and wide, and the price of violin making has risen with the tide, and the same sentence, no one will be against money.

Hearing the affirmation of his return to China, Meng Shu and Xian Lu looked at each other, and both heaved a sigh of relief.

They then chatted about life in Tangjia City.

Xian Lu's studio is still the best in the industry, but according to what he said, two high-ranking debut stars in the boy group that signed an agreement with the studio were revealed to be gay, which caused an uproar in the domestic entertainment circle, and many filmings were forced to stop.

During Xie Wen's absence, Meng Shu still patiently helped him take care of the property, and He Rijun was also operating in an orderly manner when he came back. Only the piano making room has been closed for a long time, and it has fallen into dust. Presumably, it needs to be cleaned again before it can be put into use.

"How about the music education project?" Xie Wen suddenly remembered this matter.

He left in a hurry at that time, and he only paid attention to verbally explaining a few words to Meng Shu, and then handed over the full power to Meng Shu to take care of him, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Speaking of this matter, Xie Wen felt a little guilty. He had been the person in charge of the Tangjia City Symphony Orchestra for so long, and he had been following up with his own hands before, but suddenly quit. Those project leaders who worked with him must be very confused .

Meng Shu shook the chopsticks holding the vegetables slightly, and the vegetables fell back onto the plate.

He picked up the vegetable leaf again, and looked at Xie Wen cautiously. The latter didn't notice it, and Xian Lu and him looked at each other nervously.

"Well, everything is fine, there is no problem, boss, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Just these two days, while I'm not busy," Xie Wen took out his phone and glanced at the calendar, "According to the progress, those projects should also be put into use."

"That's right," Meng Shu said, "It's already being invested, and everything is going well. The boss can check it at any time."

Then they chatted about other things, and when the dinner was over, Xian Lu hesitated to speak.

He said hesitantly: "Xiaowen, do you have anything else to ask?"

Look at his expression, the four characters "Quickly ask me" are written all over his face.

"What else?" Xie Wen raised his eyebrows.

"It's fine...do you have anything else to ask?" Xian Lu hinted at him again.

"Why don't you just say it directly," Xie Wen smiled and looked at him fixedly, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

"No, it's not really an important matter. You can talk about it later."

After eating, Meng Shu drove Xie Wen back to Huaxie Avenue, while Xian Lv turned around and went home.

The scenery along the way is very familiar, Xie Wen rolled down the car window, sniffing the fragrant air of Tangjia City at night, feeling calm.

When He Rijun came back, he looked no different from when he left. Meng Shu said: "Yiming sometimes comes back to live when he is not busy. He cleans the house and occasionally invites the housekeeper. But he has never entered your room. It is estimated that it will take a few days to clean up, so the boss will sleep in the guest room tonight."

Xie Wen was noncommittal.

He glanced out and saw that the convenience store had a new look, so he asked, "Is this convenience store closed down?"

Meng Shu squeezed the steering wheel: "Yes, yes, after the convenience store was withdrawn, I don't know who moved in."

"This is a milk tea shop now?" Xie Wen frowned slightly and looked at the elegantly decorated beverage shop. "Why is there no name? Does the owner not want to do business?"

Meng Shu said: "It, it's actually a coffee shop. I don't know who opened it. I haven't seen the owner of the shop yet."