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

After finishing speaking, Xian Lu rested his chin and observed his friend's expression.

Xie Wen has always been indifferent, except for a certain amount of curious desire to explore, he doesn't seem to be moved by the man in the story.

Promising, true or false?

Xian Lu's fearful mood suddenly calmed down. Xie Wen is good in everything, but there is only one fatal flaw, that is, he is too easy to understand and think about others.It's not bad to understand the difficulties and pains of others... He was afraid that Xie Wen would soften his heart on this matter.

In all honesty, Xian Lu didn't think highly of Jiang Zhiye, even if he did those things later, it still couldn't change his view of Jiang Zhiye completely.

What is a momentary confession, his good brother has been away for a whole year, can he make up for what he lost during this period?

As long as Xie Wen doesn't lose the chain here, Xian Lu will have confidence.

As soon as he put the wine glass down, he briefly talked about it: "Why was he hospitalized... There are actually many reasons. I heard that Jiang Zhiye was like a workaholic and didn't take care of his body. That's why he got sick. If you get hurt, start tormenting yourself."

Xie Wen nodded: "The reason is so simple."

"But he has lived in this hospital for a long time," Xian Lu said again, "and the news of Jiang Zhiye's hospitalization has not been reported by any news media, don't you find it strange?"

"so--"

"So," Xian Lu asserted, "the third theory appeared at this time. He had a dispute with his parents in the Jiang family because of the resignation of the engagement, and he said something disobedient to the two elders in his words, which attracted his father's hands. hurt my son."

This kind of statement is obviously more credible. Later, Xian Lu also met Jiang Zhiye himself in the hospital. Every time he thinks of the scene at that time, Xian Lu feels dark.

Who has seen Jiang Zhiye in the most embarrassing state?I'm afraid Xie Wen has never seen it, but he has.

The most depressing thing was that Jiang Zhiye not only had to lick his own wounds like a downcast abandoned animal, after licking, he would also go to the Song family to plead guilty and endure a new round of venting his anger.As for how many injuries Jiang Zhiye suffered, where the injuries were, and how painful they were, Xian Lu would not say.

He will never reveal one more word in front of Xie Wen, all the information is exhausted, and at the same time, he firmly believes that Jiang Zhiye will not want to mention these things in front of Xie Wen.This would be even better, Xie Wen knew that Jiang Zhiye had paid the price for his selfishness, and he would not feel sorry for him because of the details.

Xian Lu raised his eyebrows and poured himself another glass of wine: "How about it, can you help me? I wanted to tell you about this when you got off the plane yesterday, but I'm really afraid that you still have him in your heart. Now look Come on, I was thinking too much."

Xie Wen gave him a funny look: "Schadenfreude."

"My ridicule is nothing compared to his playing with your feelings. Facts have proved that you will live better without this tyrant."

Xie Wen lowered his eyelids, noncommittal: "The crime of playing with feelings is a bit too much. In fact... it doesn't matter what he said about it."

The two clinked glasses, the conversation changed, and no one mentioned Jiang Zhiye again.

When we parted in the evening, Xian Lu had already drank a lot, his face was flushed, and his eyes were misty. He held Xie Wen's face in his hands, looked up, down, left, right, left, right, and right, and said, "Great, you have become the old man again. Xie Wen."

"Was drunk?"

Xie Wen patted him on the back: "I'll call a car for you."

"Promise me, don't fall into someone's trap again in the future, and don't be fooled into leaving nothing, okay?"

Xian Lu was talking in a daze of phrases that couldn't be connected into a sentence. Xie Wen couldn't laugh or cry, so he had to answer again and again. After sending Xian Lu to the car, he took out his mobile phone from his friend's clothes, called Xian Ye, and explained to the driver A few words.

Xie Wen's figure kept receding in the field of vision, and the street scene in front of him changed rapidly. Xian Lu rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Although Xie Wen didn't seem to care about the past at all, he was still scared.

The source of this fear is not Xie Wen, but Jiang Zhiye.

Jiang Zhiye is a ruthless character, he didn't show any kindness to himself when he became ruthless, so it's hard to avoid accidents - after all, Xie Wen's heart is very soft.

Xian Lu gasped, and tapped his forehead with a headache.

How to say there is a saying, one thing falls one thing?This is not quite accurate, a match made in heaven?This is even more inaccurate, born with restraint?Made in heaven?

Unexpectedly, Xian Lu didn't think about that sentence anymore, he completely relaxed his body and fell into a light sleep.

These days, Xie Wen has been staying in He Rijun to tidy up the violin-making room, and occasionally practice the violin in the early morning. He has gone to the unnamed coffee shop next door no less than four or five times, and he never caught up with the boss every time.

When eating at noon, Xie Wen specially asked Meng Shu to prepare a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Half an hour later, Zhuo Yiming opened the store door and walked in with a piano case on his back.

Seeing Xie Wen on the boss chair, he paused there first, with an incredulous expression in his eyes, as if he was very strange to Xie Wen today.

"……elder brother?"

"Well, let's eat." Xie Wen took off his glasses and smiled at him, "Go and call Meng Shu down."

"oh oh."

Zhuo Yiming walked out of the piano-making room with his cuffs clutched nervously. He felt that his cousin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, had changed a lot, but when he opened his mouth, it was the same as when they communicated in the past, as if nothing had changed.

The three men sat down at the dining table. Meng Shu went to the upstairs kitchen to serve egg drop soup. The mobile phone on the corner of the table trembled and moved inch by inch. Seeing that it was about to fall, Xie Wen reached out to grab a handful.

The screen flickered on and off, and the caller ID: Assistant Principal of the Activity Center.

Xie Wen has no interest in prying into other people's privacy, so he only glanced at it and then stopped looking at it. Zhuo Yiming, who was sitting opposite him, spoke quickly and saw the words on the screen with excellent eyesight. Meng Shu, who was downstairs, said, "Brother Meng, he is the assistant principal of the music activity center. He called you."

"Quick, quick answer, turn on the speakerphone for me."

Zhuo Yiming took the phone from Xie Wen and quickly tapped it a few times with his fingertips.

"Hello? Mr. Meng."

"Assistant Li, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with the activity center?" Meng Shu raised his chin and moved towards the dining table with his hands in gloves.

"Ah, there's no problem, everything is fine, don't worry," Assistant Li on the phone hesitated, "Principal Luo asked me to ask Mr. Meng, have you found a suitable spokesperson for the activity center?"

Meng Shu and Xie Wen looked at each other across the air, and the latter shook his head slightly, but Meng Shu replied: "I found it, it is very suitable, and the appearance definitely meets the requirements of the senior leaders. Tell Principal Luo to sign the contract."

"Sure enough, Principal Luo asked me to tell you about this matter. You should reject that spokesperson, he is not suitable."

"what?"

Meng Shu was dumbfounded. Xie Wen is the initiator of this project, not to mention for the time being. He is also the chief substitute of the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra and the hired conductor. In addition, he is also a well-known luthier in the world. They are all unattainable and rare in Tangjia City. How dare he say that Xie Wen is not suitable? !

"Assistant Li, listen to me, this spokesperson is in Italy..."

"—Okay, I know you think he is excellent, but no matter how good he is, we can't sign him. Let's make this matter clear. In fact, Mr. Jiang said it was inappropriate. None of us dare to compete with Mr. Jiang."

Meng Shu on the stairs suddenly stopped.

Zhuo Yiming subconsciously looked at the other man sitting at the dinner table——Xie Wen stopped the hand that took the chopsticks, raised his head, and showed a strange expression on his face.

"Assistant Li, why don't we talk about this matter another day? I'm cooking here. I have to go and see if the pot is going to explode. Let's hang up first."

Before waiting for the answer on the other side of the phone, Xie Wen said aloud: "No, let him continue talking."

"Ah?" The assistant principal on the opposite side didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and continued to say, "Hey, don't run away from Mr. Meng, let me repeat Mr. Jiang's original words for you. He saw the person who walked with you that day. Candidate for spokesperson, although he didn't see the face, Mr. Jiang doesn't like starlets with casual clothes and hair dyed indiscriminately, he thinks it's inappropriate, let's find another one."

Zhuo Yiming was confused when he heard that, and he looked at Meng Shu blankly: casually dressed, messy hair dyed, little star? ?

When did Brother Meng find the little star?

Zhuo Yiming looked at Xie Wen again, and found a sneer on his face.

Meng Shu put the soup in the middle of the table, said "you should eat first as soon as the boss understands" and ran outside the shop with his mobile phone to answer the call, without even taking off his thick gloves.

Xie Wen looked at Zhuo Yiming who turned around curiously, and reminded: "Don't look, eat first."

"……Oh."

This phone call was just a small episode, Meng Shu was very nervous, but Xie Wen didn't seem to care much, and forgot about it after the meal.

Time went around and came to the night before the performance of the Philharmonic Orchestra. Zhuo Yiming was dragged back to the store by Meng Shu every night for a week, and accompanied Xie Wen to practice conducting.

They went out through the back door of the violin making room and came to a narrow and deserted courtyard. Zhuo Yiming held the music stand and the violin and asked hesitantly, "Where should I stand?"

"Just in front of me," Xie Wen held a mysterious velvet box in his hand, "your eyes will fall on my baton after each section is over."

Zhuo Yiming is already a mature orchestra player, so he naturally knows how to cooperate with the conductor, so he nodded to show his understanding.

Xie Wen's conducting career is insignificant compared with his 20 years of violin experience, so he cannot participate in every concert as usual.

This is his performance in the motherland with a new identity, and there can be no mistakes in tomorrow's scene.

Zhuo Yiming watched as Xie Wen opened the box and took out a carved baton from it. Immediately afterwards, his eyes were glued to his slender white fingers and never moved away.

"let's begin."

At ten o'clock in the evening, a luxurious black car parked in the back alley of the nameless coffee shop.

Jiang Zhiye closed the car door, walked on Huaxie Avenue to the store entrance.

He Rijun came back to open the door again, and the bright light illuminated the grand piano near the door. Jiang Zhiye watched the piano change from a grand to an upright and then to a triangle, from white to black to brown-red, Xie Wen still didn't care. return.

Looking back, he opened the door of the coffee shop.

Like thousands of times before, as soon as he walked in, the two puppet cats stuck to Jiang Zhiye's legs and refused to leave. The man touched their little heads casually, and walked to the back kitchen under the entanglement of the cats. Bar corner.

"Boss, you are here."

A girl was at work today. She was wearing a pink apron and greeted Jiang Zhiye nervously.

The man nodded and was about to speak when a melodious violin music suddenly came from near the back kitchen.

The voice was melodious and melodious, and it sounded like it was coming from next door.

next door……

Jiang Zhiye's heartstrings were suddenly plucked by the incoming notes, and he said sharply: "Who is practicing the piano outside?"

"It should be the college student from the musical instrument store next door. He has been coming back to practice for two hours every night recently."

...It seems to be Zhuo Yiming.

"Boss, do you need me to negotiate? It's past ten o'clock in the evening..."

"No, let him practice."

Jiang Zhiye looked at the puppet cat at his feet, bent down and held him in his arms. The cat bit his tie knot and purred.

"Did you feed them both?"

"Hey, it's just that he seems to be hungry now..."

"Get the can," Jiang Zhiye said softly, "I'll feed it."

The waiter stared blankly at the man leading the two lively cats to sit down in the booth, the picture looked quite harmonious.

She held her face and walked to the pantry, sighing in her heart: The boss looks really gentle... He must be a good father in the future.

This is the first time for Jiang Zhiye to keep a cat. He strictly follows the advice of professionals, he dare not feed more or less, and his meals are on time. Will feed them more treats.

It was the same tonight, Jiang Zhiye watched them get together to eat for a while, then promptly removed the rice bowl and took it to the back kitchen to clean.

Time passed quietly, and the whole street gradually became quiet. Jiang Zhiye, dripping water from his fingertips, walked to the front desk, and inadvertently asked, "Is there anyone else in the store recently?"

"It doesn't seem to be. Ah, people always come to order these days, but every time he comes, you are not there, the boss."

"Who?"

"A man with good-looking bones, brown eyes, a bit like a mixed race, fair skin, like a big star. He seems to work in the musical instrument store next door, very close to us."

Before he finished speaking, the waiter suddenly saw Jiang Zhiye strode open the door and walked out.

"Huh? Boss??"

The author has something to say:

Scratching your head, did I write very sweetly?I thought the crematorium was over! !

Bosses stand up!The crematorium has just begun!

I just thought that Jiang Zhiye should not only be cremated, but also have to chase his wife, so I wrote about their reunion after a long absence. Although it is HE, it is not so fast yet!

Don't feel sorry for Mr. Jiang now! !